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Loading...... Prayer.exe

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he hears you.

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After he's finally able to retrieve some information left behind by the Tågevalgten, Marco thinks on it for a few minutes before deciding to ask Elias for some clarification. Casually, and harmlessly! He means nothing by it, really!

It's just... He swears he can remember being told something distinctly different back when he became a priest, so... Is this information wrong, and the Fog God IS indeed responsible for the destruction of Skämd? Or is he misremembering? It wouldn't surprise him if he's misremembering... Elias knows Marco was already unwell at the time, doesn't he? So that would explain it.

[Frantic, Deon contacts the Fourth. This reminds him too much of Vincent's sabotage of the scouts. Genesis.dat. Had Elias been infected with malicious code?]

Elias? Elias, are you all right?

Maya arrives at the arcade with a gift in hand— because as far as she understands, Elias is still sort of a kid, and kids appreciate sweets, right?

Anyway, she leaves a bundle of sweets wrapped in paper— soft and chewy rice-flour cookies with a jammy strawberry pressed in each. She has no idea if this will do anything for a god, but nevertheless, she says out loud with a courteous bow:

"Hey! Um, thank you very much for looking out for my friend Makoto! I really appreciate it!"

She adds that while she can't join him for now (though she doesn't elaborate on why), she isn't his enemy; they simply share one, now, in Aunamee, and she implores him to keep watching after her dear friend.

She'll make an exit after that if there's no response, as getting a response isn't her priority. It seems getting across the 'thank you' is what's important to her for now.

Deon comes to Elias with a question and a concept - to improve Fourthie PR, as it were, and establish further outreach, he'd like to establish a shrine of sorts - really an informational display - in Bavan. Nothing too fancy, just some monitors and an audiovisual setup rigged into a disused arcade cabinet. It seems to him that a lot of people don't know much about the Fourth God and what he stands for, which Deon will connect with their comparatively low numbers against Fog adherents. Fog adherents have the advantage of being out and proud while following the Fourth God sometimes seems like it's looked down upon since the Fog and Her people control the narrative. His proposal is that they start to make inroads and take the narrative for themselves. (Essentially, he's giving Elias a business pitch like the ones he used to propose at Tetravaal without even thinking about it.)

[Makoto's been spending a little more time in the arcade here and there, and it's probably not unusual to hear her practicing her guitar amid the beeps and boops of the machines. She knows Elias is listening, but she's found a song (and learned how to play it) and thinks he should hear it.

So she sings it for him once she thinks she has his attention.

Beep, beep
The alarm clock goes off, and once I rub my heavy eyes
I head towards the brilliant sunrise
Everyone
Is fighting struggles within themselves, putting on a calm face
And running through the present in order to live

Everyone surely has their struggles
It's not just you
It's not just you
Everyone is surely the same
It's not just you
It's not just you... friends

"Knowing what's right, let's live peacefully.
Here's the best way to properly do that"
Says the person who kindly accepted
Both the weak me and the strong me

With just a nod
The baggage in my heart has lightened
It's not anything to be embarrassed of
Saying things are painful when they are

Because, y'know, Elias has been helping. She seems to be noticeably in a better mood too, overall.]

Edited 2021-08-19 03:07 (UTC)

[Sonic isn't sure the best way to actually try and contact Elias... so he opens up a blank channel and just starts typing]

hey

elias

are you there

reira says youre cool

prove it :O

im gonna feel so dumb if im just talking to myelf

but not like super dumb

cause i talk to myself all the time

but not on the computer

but its basically the same thing

not quite as fun though but i m aso reading ths aloud as i type it lmao

anyway
cool ill just wait

[After an unsuccessful outreach event, Deon comes into the Arcade with a bloody nose and a bruise on his cheekbone, in search of a new CRT screen to replace the one that Dandy broke.]

This is going to be harder than I thought, [he says, taking off his glasses and looking at the crack in the wire bridge. He's got to take them to an optometrist to get them repaired.] I didn't think we'd engendered that much ill will.

[On the 1st, Elias gets a message sent to him from Makoto.]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

[He's been thinking about this for several days. He doesn't trust Elias and does at the same time - he'd laughed to himself when he realised it was kind of like dealing with his family back home - each of them would only tell you so much, and anything you didn't need to know was left out. Like Spyral. Like the Titans. Like Dad. He could work with that. He knows to take things with a pinch of salt.]

alright elias.
i'm in. don't know if i'll ever see eye to eye with anything with a god's power level, but i at least believe in good intentions and protecting innocent people from what might happen to them here.

[These devices, while far, far below Shibuya's current tech level, are still different enough that Joshua has to figure out how to use them. Radios, on the other hand, are old hat, and fairly safe to talk to otherwise, he feels. He settles down next to the one in his room, crossing a leg over the opposite knee, casual to the point it's like he's talking to an old friend.

Here's hoping this works.]

Hello, Elias. I saw your broadcast. Excellent work, by the way. I knew you could do it.

I have to say, I'm pretty impressed with what you're able to accomplish, and you made good on your promises to boot. As such, I'd like to make you a deal. I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine. Simple enough, hm?

I'd like a way out of here, for me and my current companion - and any others she might end up kidnapping here in the process. You know who I am. You know what I am, presumably. My current abilities are completely cut off, since I can't access my home plane in this place, but if I somehow had those abilities restored, I don't doubt that we could accomplish great things if we combined our efforts.

So, what do you say? Can you do it? And what would I need to do for you in return?

[He does feel a bit silly, sitting at his laptop like he's simply trawling the network, but this is apparently how one reaches the second god in this place. Far less dramatic than a foggy lakeshore at night, but to preserve his sense of atmosphere Black Hat has at least dimmed the lights and set out a few candles. He doesn't have to do anything else, does he? Just start typing. Blasted technology.]

A clever little trick you pulled there. Felfri. Safe and secure from all harm.

[Black Hat won't deny that his own involvement in 'saving' those pathetic souls out of time was solely for his own gain, to learn about the past gods from those with the closest contact with them. Now that avenue's cut off, even if he could get into Felfri. The influences there wouldn't allow him his usual means of interrogation.]

The 'how' doesn't concern me. What matters is that, when needed, you're quite capable of sending souls across the dimensional folds. [He pauses.] I've been to Felfri once. Can't say I was terribly impressed; the limits your other self puts down are very... restrictive, even as I was restored to something far greater than here.

I don't want to join your new pets in Felfri. But we do have a mutual enemy, as I see it. Wouldn't you like to see the Fog gone, with the ease of a finger snap?

I have a deal for you.

Thank you.
I knew you wouldn't hurt them.

I'm sorry to do this privately, I'm just
still .

tired.

[Even just sending this simple message, Marco can't help being afraid. Here, he can avoid the wider public's judging eyes, but he's still right in front of Elias'.

Did he really mean what he said, about the Fog "changing" him? He couldn't be lying, because that would mean he was deliberately poking an open wound - but if it's the truth, then...

He needs to keep this short. He can't... He's already made a mistake. Best to stop while he's ahead.]

I'll try to be at the party

[And with that, Marco does his best to turn his attention away from RSDOS. Maybe he'll just... close his eyes and listen to music instead.]

[Despite having technically been a Fourth follower for...some amount of time, Ash only recently discovered the existence of the arcade. When he was temporarily transformed as a troll, he tried to use the key card to jimmy open a locked door and was surprised to find the arcade on the other side.

Ever since then, Ash has intermittently popped in whenever he was bored, watching whatever trashy movies he could get his hands on and playing any arcade cabinet that was bright and flashy enough to hold his attention for more than five minutes. Elias was just background noise to this entertainment--after all Ash hardly cared about the kid beyond the fact that he saw him as his ticket out of here. And even if Elias had tried to speak to Ash, Ash would've probably ignored it completely.

It's only during his fifth visit when Ash decides to change this. He's wandering between the arcade cabinets, scoping out any games that happen to catch his eye.]

I gotta say, kid--you got some seriously good taste despite bein', like, ten. But I still wanna know when I'm gonna be given my body back. And, look, I appreciated the lil' taste you gave me when you sent us all to that alternative dimension, but I'm startin' to wonder when the main course is gonna get here.

[He's talking about Felfri, of course. And he expects the Fourth to know of his end goals--to be able to return to his physical body and indulge in whatever goddamn vices he wants to. For a party animal like Ash, being a shade is a sentence worse than death. Though he has been able to find some workarounds for the time being, it still involves the participation of another willing individual, and when your Ashley J. Williams, sometimes it's hard to not piss people off and drive them away from you.]

[ Rey's been feeling pulled in all directions even before this, but having died at the hands of a Fog follower when so many of those close to her follow the Fog has pressed her to redouble her efforts to find clarity.

She sits down and starts typing, unsure if she's even doing this right. ]

Elias?

It's Rey. If you're there, I'd like to talk. Just to get to know you and your intentions a little better. Would that be all right?

Moments after the explosives in the Cube go off, Marco rushes to the nearest safe door and swipes his card so fast it could almost break. He runs to Elias' room, where his body rests, even though he knows better than anyone that that's not where his consciousness is. Even though, for the past few weeks, he's felt so unsure.

Marco is here to hug Elias' body and ask him, frantic and desperate, if he's alright.

[After events had eventuated, and Elias had kept his word, Deon went to lie down on his bed in the Arcade. After a few long minutes, he speaks.]

It's never enough, is it?

You work to save people, they fight against you. You prove they're safe, they say you lie.

It's bloody discouraging.

[He sighs.]

And when I try to get people to just talk to you...they'd prefer to dwell in their hate.

How do you keep going? How exhausting it must be to have people hate and hate and hate all the time. I didn't have to live with it for too long back home. This has been constant for you.

I'm sorry. I failed. I'm not very good at this.

[So, Mariner's got the measure of Little Miss Foggy. Now to introduce herself to the other great power in this shitty place.

She sits in front of her laptop and drums her fingers idly before speaking.]

So, uh. Fourth guy.

Good job on the time thing. Of course, I knew it would work.

I went to go talk to Little Miss Foggy, you know, see what she's all about. Can't say I'm impressed. She talks a big game, but doesn't follow through. At least back home I'd get sent to the brig for the kind of crap I said to her. Foggy didn't do a thing. She got mad, and I dared her to do something, but she just said something ominous. [Mariner snorts.] Chicken.

So: I'm not here to make a pledge, but what're you all about, man?

[Beat sits in his room, with his now defunct headphones in his lap. They came with him from his home, though he hasn't been able to use them since, with nothing to sync them up with. They don't fit his ears anymore, either, what with the squirrel ones taking the place of human ones.

But Josh told him electronics are the best way to get in contact with Elias, and he thought they would be perfect to attempt it.

Tilting them upside down, he holds the cups up near the openings of his ears. If he twists and flops said ears down, it makes a pretty decent seal. They still work wonderfully as noise blockers and the outside world fades away until it's just the sound of his breathing and the faint thud of his heart in his ears. He sits there, bent over with his elbows on his knees and his hands holding the phones, staring at his feet.]

... Hey, Cube Dude... Hope you can hear me after what they did to ya. You was tryin' to stop the changes, weren't you? 'Preciate it, though uh, hurt like hell in the end. Know it weren't yer attention [he means intention] tho. [He pauses, closing his eyes as he thinks of what to say.] Thanks fer savin' tho peeps from before, too. Lives ain't need to be lost fer no reason. ... This feels weird, yo, talkin' to myself. Lemme know if you can hear me...

[Elias has probably known about Reira's AMA with the now named 'neapoliteens'- to be clear, he's probably known about it ahead of time. Reira talks to him every day in that room after all- no matter the incident of the day, she makes sure there's some time to come down and talk about normal things, about school, friends, home, or whatever else Elias seems to like talking about, before they play some games together.

The AMA goes well- and on the one hand; Reira's not exactly one to cut corners on the deity's flaws.

On the other, it seems that's worked quite well to his benefit; beyond an intensely loyal friend and pseudo-sibling, it turns out that when people find out the local cloud of gray sent out a hit order on some poor kid's big brother, before said kid was carefully tucked in and protected by a stand-in computer, they warm up to the idea of Elias being kinda cool.

Which is to say, it seems the AMA has become some free- if not well needed- PR. Even among the Fog's lot.

Reira excitably yammers about it, and while she does sound a bit disappointed that most people were more interested in Elias- ('It wasn't your AMA...if anyone knows answers about you it's you they could just ask...')- she was still happy to share. ('...I'm glad I got to tell people what was important though.')

There's just.

One.

Thing. (Other than all of that of course.)]

AHHH- [She just realized something. Looking fairly distraught, she turns to Elias- or at least, where it feels like Elias is for real. He's not in the body after all.] I've never asked when your birthday is..!!

That's...I've missed so many then..! I always come and celebrate christmas and nattensfest with you, but I never asked when your birthday is....

[In her defense; everything else is wildly celebrated. Birthdays...those have been fewer and farther between, with hers only really standing out because people made it stand out.]

I have to get you so many presents... ....ah.

[Another thought occurs- one that came up with her friends rather recently in fact.] ...Hey Elias?

...You'll always be older than me, right?

[It feels too strange, the idea of Elias becoming the younger one. Strange, and sad.]

Well, she'd been thinking about checking in ever since that mess last month, but with the recent events in downtown Bavan, maybe it's a good time to make a decision. An important decision, about where she's planning to throw her lot, and how it will shape the future.

She sits cross-legged before her laptop. Oh, how she hates it, but if Elias is the technology guy around here... Maybe she'll just open a new channel and-]

heeeeeey elias
tyreen calypso coming at you live from the middle of bavan
where all THAT shit sure just happened
wanna chat?

[Ugh, gross, he has to feign concern for Elias after this terrible incident- he has to be invested to get what he wants, especially with spending more time here meditating among the thrum of technology and offering to play air hockey with the child god. If Nos is going to get what he wants, he has to play nice with the Fourth for the long game. So he comes in again, perching on a pinball machine and laying a mechanical hand on it's top, breathing in the air of the arcade. It's as close to home as he gets after all.]

... as much as I commend their dedication, I need to ensure this petty bombing hasn't harmed you in any way, Elias.

And to see what needs to be done in retaliation, of course. For you.

["swift and destructive" being hard coded right next to "vengeful" on his brain, naturally.]

[ God, Yuzu's got a lot going on in her head right now. On one hand, the emps weren't exactly pleasant, but she can't possibly agree with what they did. Regardless of how many casualties there were.

But more importantly, she has to confirm a few things with Elias. ]

Hey, are you here?

[ So she says, sitting in her room in the Arcade. It's hardly seen use (and to be fair, it's not much because of her rank, so she doesn't have much need of it), but it's good for talking to Elias in private. ]

Are you alright? After... all of that, I mean.

[ A pause. ]

...and did you really punish all of them? From what I heard, some of them were just keeping people out of the building.

[So after the bombings, Makoto just straight up excuses herself from dance practice with one of the new groups she's producing and uses her keycard to enter.]

Elias, are you okay!?

[Deon runs into the Arcade once he's done making sure the damage to the surrounding area isn't too severe, calling out to Elias to make sure he's okay. He's furious, his tail thrashing - he never dreamed they'd go this far. He'd been walking nearby when it had happened, and ducked behind a car at the noise - it had been too like the Moose launching cluster bombs.

He knows the Cube is Elias', and wants to make sure he's all right, his heart pounding from the adrenaline.]

[After talking to Makoto, Souda sets his mind to doing a little convincing of his own. He recognizes, of course, that he's going to be talking to something much more powerful than him, and even though he's sitting alone in his workshop in front of his laptop, his scales still shift and spines still lift to make himself look more imposing in his defensiveness.

....After he's stared at the computer for long enough, he takes a deep breath in and finally types—]

hey elias
let's chat

i'm not looking for a fight. you can punish me like the others if you want to
just dont blame any of this on makoto.

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handwaved prayer

August 1, immediately after the network burst

Aug 5; handwaved

handwaved prayer

handwaved prayer, before the event

no subject

August 17

im so sorry

post event

post-event

joins the post-event train

post-event

no subject

[post event ofc]

handwaved prayer because i keep coMING HERE SORRY

October 23

November 1

post explosion of the cube

[BACKDATED (bc I need less reactive stuff Hfff)]

Post Cube explosion

no subject

no subject

no subject

Handwaved prayer, just after the Cube bombing

Nov 12