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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]

[The laptop crackles sullenly, the sparks a turgid, pitch black. Crackle-crackle-pop. Crackle-zap. They'll die down when the text appears, but the keyboard will hum with hot static.]

hello mariner
you dont understand :(
i didnt give him hunger
i didnt starve him

my electronic waves stopped her influence
or they were supposed to
but it only helped for a little bit
it only helped while the waves were live

for phil
for all of them
i gave them what they wanted
what they showed me they wanted when they blew up what was mine

no more help

i let the fog have them
she gives them their hunger
and the changes sped up when i let them go

[starfleetashell]

He's eating people, and it's not helping, [Mariner says adamantly.] He's going to go crazy if he's not helped! Yeah, he's with the Fog, and I have my own problems with that, but that's his choice.

If they wanted to stop what you were doing, they didn't have to blow it up. There's always another way. And I'm pissed about that, too. They could have talked to you instead of committing political violence, 'cause that's what it is, no matter how they try and frame it. That's what people always do, they say "oh, we blew that up for good reasons, trust us". There's never a good reason! All it does is escalate things!

[She takes a breath.] That's what I'm trained to do, even if people just think I'm a blunt instrument. Diplomacy first. Not even what they still call "gunboat diplomacy" even though we don't use boats anymore. Just talking, person to person. But no, people just want to hurt and hurt like a stupid war, like every stupid war, like the Eugenics Wars, like World War Three, like those half-and-half guys on that stupid planet that Kirk ran into!

Talking works where I'm from, they could have said "hey, you're hurting us", but they didn't, and I don't like violence as a first resort. Just 'cause I'm good at it doesn't mean I like it. But all people want to do here is fight.

[Back on topic.]

If it's in Little Miss Foggy's hands, then why isn't she letting him eat? That's her whole deal! She wants to "punish" people, so why would she punish her monsters for hurting you? [This reeks. He's not telling the whole truth or he's outright lying, and when it comes to this kind of thing, it's the same.] Doesn't she hate you?

[fourthmade]

hate me?
probably
but i think that she doesnt think i have the chops
to fight her

she ll have it coming
soon

[The laptop hums again, but the sparks have stopped flying. It's a gentle warmth, now, the static enveloping Mariner like a fuzzy fleece blanket.]

i dont control which pieces change first
the changes start because the fog changes you
how they happen
and in what order
isnt something i can calculate

i can stop the changes
i can slow them
but only sometimes
when i channel my power to push hers out of the picture

you know
she probably cant predict how the changes happen either
shes the catalyst
thats all

[starfleetashell]

[Interesting. Okay, so she's going to talk to the Fog, too. She kinda hates that stupid weather event - and the feeling's probably mutual - but she's going to try and help Phil. He's one of hers, so that shouldn't be a hard sell.]

Okay, I think I see what you're driving at here.

[She still doesn't buy his whole schtick, but this isn't the time for digging her heels in. He is right about one thing, though. The pulses had slowed/temporarily stopped the changes. It'd hurt like hell, but...maybe he was on to something there.

Hmm. She'd have to look into it on her own. Shame she hadn't had a tricorder to grab the exact frequency he'd been blasting from the Cube. That'd be useful.]

Long shot, but since you were able to at least pause the changes - do you know what the mechanism of change is? [Right now, her latinum's on nanomachines.]

[fourthmade]

[The fuzziness recedes, and even the hum fades to the gentle whirring sound of the laptop fan.]

im sorry
you wont like the answer
because it wont sound technical
theres no calculations or machines

because

its magic
deep and old magic

and im the only one that knows where to start
to fight it

[All is quiet, now. There aren't any more tantrums. The sparks are gone. The veil of static lifts and cools with the chilly winter air.

Before Mariner is left to her own devices, the nearest speakers beside her crackle to life, a boy's voice pleading with her to patch up their differences.]

i know you dont trust me
but i want to help
im always listening
come back again when you need a friend