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fourthmade) wrote2016-01-24 02:46 pm
fourthmade) wrote2016-01-24 02:46 pm
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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.
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.
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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As she asks, the fourth pauses.]
It must've been nice. To have him. From what I can tell, he cared about you a lot. I can see it, in how you remember him.
[It's quiet, and the air seems to stale as he starts to speak, sounding young.]
Mine...he'd talk to me. All the time. Wired me up and it was like bits of everything was in my head all at once. Things they told me. Things she said. Things I said....
He was scared. All the time. Even before everything.
[The room has gotten a little colder, and it's quiet for a moment, before he finishes.]
Just a scared old man.
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It's reassuring.
But with the drop in the mood and the temperature, her attention goes back to where she thinks he is, her brow furrowing. ]
What do you mean... "wired you up?"
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Something had to power the network, didn't it?
[And then, after a moment, sounding a little pleased.]
But it's different now. And he's not in charge, not anymore.
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[ The confusion on her face is momentary, but it warps into distress, offense— ]
He made you a battery?
[ What the hell?? ]
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Some of my friends saved me.
[The feeling of a hand is on her arm again and it's the warmest thing in the room.]
Kimbley is the only one that's left. She took away the rest.
[There's a pause.]
He's the same kind of friend you are, Yuzu. A good friend.
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... Nobody deserves to be treated like that. To do that to his own child...
[ She doesn't need to see where his hand rests; her other tries to close over it, to cup that phantom sensation. ]
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It's okay.
It's all over now.
And I have people who would protect me if he tried to hurt me again.
[There's a pause, and he sounds more like a child than before.]
Right, Yuzu? You'd protect me, wouldn't you?
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It's not like she has a great record protecting people, does she?
When she does manage to answer, her smile is a little wane. ]
We're all in this together, right? So of course...
... But... if you say it like that... that means it's possible he could. Is that right?
What happened to him?
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[ There's a moment where that hand tightens on her arm. ]
He's trapped now. But he's not going to stay that way forever, probably.
[ There's a moment of silence, and then he speaks again, and he continues sounding more like a child than a god. ]
And if he gets out, he's going to try and convince everyone I'm bad.
Because I didn't turn out how he wanted, so I'm bad.
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[ There's something unsettling about it, the way he talks and the way he clings, invisible to her eyes but not to her senses, and the way it's hard to refrain from unfolding her wings, to cup them around the space the god might be, like he were one of her friends.
I believe you. Why are words like that so heavy in her ears? ]
What did he want? That man...
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[ He says quietly, and for a moment the lights in the room flicker, and with how close he's sitting she can probably feel him start, jolting slightly and the lights return to normal. ]
He's where I used to be. He wont hurt you. He can't. But he can try to hurt me.
But I trust my friends. That's what friends are for, right, Yuzu?
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It's so much — too much — to think about. (And hadn't someone been looking for that man, before? Who was it? She had promised to look for him, hadn't she? What was she going to do about that now? Not that she knows where he used to be...)
One of her hands leaves his phantom arm, and she presses her fingers against her forehead in the space between her second pair of eyes. He's telling her so much, he's relying on her so much, but at the same time— ]
A weapon for what? And— if that's what he did to you, then, then what did he want from her?
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[There's a pause, and she can probably get the feeling that the god is thinking very intently, choosing his words.]
In the end, I don't know how much it matters.
I'm me, and she's her. It doesn't matter who we were. Just who we are now.
[He's quiet again, and then the hand on her arm grips again, like he's trying to get her attention.]
Yuzu, are you okay?
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I'm okay. I guess I'm just...
[ Confused, overwhelmed, uncertain. ]
... Even the fathers I know, that have done terrible... unforgivable things... no matter a parent's ambition, they still...
[ Her attention goes back to the monument tomb. ]
... But things have always worked differently here, haven't they?
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[He sounds rather matter of fact about it.]
They always have been.
[He's quiet, and the lights on the small monument grow brighter for a moment, before settling.]
I'm glad your father was better. Through my friends I can see a little of what they know, so I can see a little of what that's like.
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[ The darkness of this world, the violence and the suffering — the heartache that so many of them have to endure. The terrible weights, the awful choices, the sacrifices, the torments... ]
It won't be like this forever.