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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]

oh

[It’s felt more than it’s seen or heard. Elias makes a long, whistling, crackling sigh, one that mimics the feel of a sad hum, warmth brushing Deon’s nose.]

daniel ​hurt him in my name
its true
we needed life energy to build our doorway
but how he did it
made the results unpredictable

i never told him to hurt dandy
i said he had to find a power source
i didnt tell him to use people
that could become our friends

[Do you want a cookie to soothe your hurts? Because you’re getting one, if that nice smell of baked goods wafting from the machines’ cracks tells Deon anything.]

im sorry
it makes your job harder doesnt it

[craftlife]

Oh, [Deon echoes, the word coming out as a quiet sigh.] I...see.

["Why are you humans like this? Why do you do the hurtings?" He'd never had an answer for Chappie. He's positive that he never will.]

How would he have gotten life energy without people? [Deon asks, trying to figure out the problem with his engineer's brain. It's not an accusation, not really, because there's a way it could be done without violence. Violence was too often people's answer to problems. They thought it was simplest. It wasn't. Violence was messy, primal, coarse.

He'd always been bad at understanding other people. Machines were easy. Machines were simple. If it didn't work, you did something wrong, not it. Garbage in, garbage out. Elias wasn't a machine though, not really, just like Chappie hadn't been. But they were different from humanity at large. Chappie had grown up in a gang, and in the end he hadn't chosen violence. Elias hadn't chosen what had happened to him. He'd had violence done to him in the name of power.

Just like Deon.

They were all monsters here. They all had to kill to survive. Deon had wrestled with it, and he'd tried to make his peace with that truth, hunting as humanely as he could in the year that he'd been here, leaving anonymous apologies for the families of his victims. He was no innocent. He had blood on his hands, and so did Daniel, and so did Dandy. What right did Dandy have, then, acting so high and mighty? Maybe he played with his food. Deon squashes that petty little thought as best he can, but it festers grumpily all the same.]

I don't want us to make enemies, [he says at length.] I want to make amends for what happened, but I don't think he'd be inclined to that.

The Fog has done far worse, but people don't seem to blame her, [he says, a little bit of petulance creeping into his tone.] I can't understand why anyone would willingly throw their lot in with the one who did this to us in the first place. I hate violence, I've always hated violence, and having to do what I do, having to hunt people so I don't go insane and commit worse acts...it feels like a sick joke. I still try and keep my self. I'm still me, no matter what she does, and no matter what this place does to me. It feels like she wants us not to do that, and become subsumed by her will. I...I can't stand that. Why anyone would follow her boggles my mind.

[His wings droop as he realizes that half of what he'd said had been him thinking out loud.] Sorry. Sorry, I just...I don't understand people, and it drives me crazy. I understand people even less here.

[On the rare occasions that he does end up understanding someone, it's usually with a mech advancing on him, ready to tear him apart. And even then, he hadn't quite understood.

People are, in general, beyond his ken.]

[fourthmade]

[Elias is silent for a long time. Computing. Calculating. A nearby arcade machine blips rhythmically on a startup screen, an intro and demo flashing its merits enticingly.]

you dont have to understand them
they dont have to understand you
but
i understand you

[The lights dim.]

there are so many ways to get energy without hurting too many people
ask for volunteers
hold a rally
explain why its needed for the greater good
use one of her spies
look for humans
those are last resorts if nothing else worked
we hate to do it
but sometimes we have to do things we hate
to move ahead

listen deon
you will always be yourself
i promise to remind you if you forget
ok?

and when no one else will listen
im here
ill listen
and ill get it

play some games with me
take a snack before you go
stay as long as you want
and watch out for the next opportunity
to win a leg up

its coming

soon

[Start game Y/N? The arcade machine blinks at Deon. Elias won't speak aloud after this, but he's always there, listening, watching, encouraging his friends to do what they have to. They are better than the Fog. They can beat Her. Elias is completely confident they can do it, no matter how long it takes.]