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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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[marcato]

[Aunamee can't remember the last time he slept. Days, maybe. Weeks. He slept well when he first arrived in this place, of course -- back when he thought his situation was temporary -- but ever since reality set in (ever since the voice entered his head), he's been spending his nights pacing and muttering, sleeping only in short, forgettable bursts. As much as Aunamee prides himself on his sanity, his grasp on it has always been superficial, like clean paint disguising a wall overflowing with mold.

And then his body dissolved into energy.

And then there was nothing.

And then he was back.

When Aunamee returns to his rental apartment, the first thing he does is talk to Marco. The second thing he does is destroy everything inside.

He breaks every chair. He splinters every dresser. He tears up the curtains and destroys the mirrors, using his own hands to shatter and crack the glass. When he's done, his fists are bleeding and his chest is heaving, but some of his rage (his fear) has been quelled.

But he's not done.

He kneels down next to the radio, reaching out to hold it tightly between bleeding fingers.]

I won't introduce myself, because you already know who I am.

[His voice is low and cold. His gaze is unwavering.]

I am not a tool to be broken and then cast aside, Elias. I am not your experiment.

[He tightens his grip on the radio.]

I can be persuaded to forgive you for your mistake, of course. I'm a very magnanimous man. Did you know that? Did you see that when you were rifling around inside my head?

[Even saying those words fills him with disgust, with enough rage to smash the radio to the crowd and crush it under his shoe. But he swallows it. For now.]

Tell me why I'm still here. Tell me what happened to the others you brought here.

[fourthmade]

[as he grips the radio, the blood from his fingers drips down the side, a little intermingling with its dial. as he demands answers, said dial begins to twist and turn on its own, searching for a certain frequency as Aunamee finishes.

At first, all he gets is the whining pitch of a lost signal, until a child like voice breaks through the static]

hi

i know who you are. and you're not broken at all are you?

yes, you are stronger than that, right? and she knows that too

she's why you're still here

she thinks you'll be a fun toy

[the frequency whirrs again, eractic and scratchy, like a frustrated mind yelling out]

everyone else i sent away from here. no one should stay in this awful world

i'm really sorry you're stuck now

i didn't mean it. but now, I can help you

this time i want to get it right

so can you forgive me?

[marcato]

[He hears that ambiguity -- sent away, not sent home -- and he makes a tidy mental note of it. He loosens his grip on the radio.

He keeps his voice low.]

Will you apologize for what you did to me? Not just for bringing me here, for getting me stuck here, but for turning me into an electric monstrosity. For robbing me of my sanity and forcing me to harm innocents. For making me into a villain.

Will you apologize for that?

[fourthmade]

[The radio buzzes again, a high pitched frequency sounding out in affirmation.]

i will
i'm sorry
i don't want you to be a bad guy
but don't worry
i'll apologize to you and everyone even better
soon

[He's referring to his 'future' network post, of course, not that Aunamee will know that. But after his last words, communication ceases, and the radio returns to normal once more.]