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[fourthmade]

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.

OOC note:  As of April 2020, threads with the gods will be capped at three NPC replies! Please keep this in mind when writing god prayers to make sure you get everything you need out of the thread.It’s also possible to handwave prayers by titling your comment HANDWAVED PRAYER. Handwaved prayers lack our usual flourish, but you can expect a faster response!

As of February 2024, god prayers will be handwaved only. Please only submit a prayer if you have a question for either god which needs answering in order to progress your character's arc within Ryslig. If this is something you need to tier up within the god boon system, or just to set up a player plot in general, please don't hesitate to submit a prayer about it! You may shorten it down to an OOC summary of what your character is asking. This will allow any of our helper mods to reply much faster, without having to dig into the specifics of either god's personality/writing quirks. Should this limitation be lifted again in the future, this note will be removed.

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[fourthmade]

[There’s a distant chime, like a radio sounding a faint alarm a few rooms over. The chime cascades into the room, a softer, apologetic tone. It sounds kind of like a smoke detector.

Or a machine’s tears.]

hello marco
im sorry
but fiddleford needed to learn a lesson
it doesnt pay to turn your back on me

he left and he doesnt care to help us anymore
not you
not our friends
not the friends we havent reached yet
he is her conduit now and safety isnt part of his plan
his plan is just for monsters to stay here forever
even if he hurts all the things loves along the way
to make his dreams real

[There’s a piercing shriek of static. The boy chokes up, his quiet voice strained, though his body lies still and lifeless as always.]

he hurt me
i could have died marco
he could have killed me
then where would my power have gone?

[peccatore]

That's not true either!

[Even though he raises his voice, the sounds of pained machinery get to him, and already his anger is wavering.]

That's not true, [he repeats.] He's working on a portal too. I-- I haven't shared anything of ours, I know I can't. I know that's too much of a risk. But he is working towards the same thing.

[... This isn't what the the conversation was supposed to be about. Marco shuts his eyes hard, runs a hand over his mouth, and thinks instead.]

I know you're scared.
I was very scared for you, too. You know that.
But that doesn't mean you get to hurt people as payback.

[fourthmade]

a portal with her blessings
is a cursed portal
fiddleford isnt making the way out he thinks he is
not with her backing him up

[Elias and his machines crackle and beep. If it sounds like a hospital heart monitor, that's because it is designed to mimic it. The heart rate spikes and settles to an even, slow beat.]

i cant trust fiddleford anymore
until he comes back to me and to you
comes back completely i mean
and we can trust him together

[SHhhhhhhhhhh the machines hiss a sigh. A component opens up beneath a nearby monitor, and a shelf slowly ekes out. On the shelf is a plate of half-eaten cookies from one of Reira's visits. The monitor blinks with the words I SAVED SOME FOR YOU.]

i hear you
i know youre hurt

but its important to me to trust my very best friends
so we can do the serious stuff
along with our games and our plates of cookies

and i wont have to worry again
about anyone else trying to shove me into a tin can

[peccatore]

[He... wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. He's doubtful that the Fog God supports the portal's creation in any way, but that doesn't mean she can't interfere without Fiddleford's knowledge.

What he can say with some degree of certainty is that Fiddleford is never coming back to the Arcade. Marco won't say that much outright, but he does say -]

He's already with me, don't worry.
We know how to navigate our differences.

[... He hopes.

The cookies are an appreciated distraction. A nice gesture.]

I won't let anyone hurt you.
I

I'm sorry I almost let that happen.
But I want you to promise you won't do that to Fiddleford again.
Please.

Even if he's not your friend anymore, he's still very important to me.
And I'm certainly not going anywhere without him.

[fourthmade]

[A robotic arm slips out and places the cookies on a nearby table. The components in the machine close with a soft whir.]

whatever happens to fiddleford next
will happen because he did it to himself
ok?

i dont need to do anything else
i dont want to hurt anything right now
and i dont want to hurt you

be careful marco
please dont get lost like he did
we still have so much we have to do

[The heart monitor sounds cease. Silence reigns.

Elias, his consciousness, has clocked out of the room.]