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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.

Comments

[peccatore]

[It's been one thing after another, and it's all been taking its toll on Marco. People here and there talking about gods and their allegiances, people asking him questions he doesn't feel he can answer, people almost making him forget his determination not to believe his kneejerk fears...

When he turned into a demon after the short-lived hope that the Fog God had been stopped and was able to cope surprisingly well, things were looking up. But then the simulated death game happened, with its fake dangers that seemed all too real fueling a state of mind he's tried so hard to get away from, and then, god, innocuous as it might seem, Egon happened, Egon whom Marco himself took to visit the Arcade only weeks ago--

Right now, newly returned to his usual mer body, Marco can't keep himself from sending the Fourth God erratic, distressed messages as he paces around, trying to keep his cool.]

I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what I can or can't or should or shouldn't... Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I don't want to hurt anyone

But it feels like they're gaining too much of an advantage and oh God, why did Egon do this, what did I say to him
Was this his intention all along?

I don't know if I'm afraid of them or if I'm just afraid I'm losing it again.

I can't tell Fiddleford.
I don't want to lose him.

I'm
really trying to keep calm but I can't stop THINKING right now.

[fourthmade]

[The response is filtered directly to Marco's head. If his laptop is nearby, he'll find that the words are being typed exactly as they're said.]

i don't think you're "losing it" marco
i think you're scared
and when people get scared
sometimes they think about other things that scare them
and then the only thing they can think about is fear
and hopelessness
and "losing it"

[peccatore]

[To Elias' credit, he is likely the only one who could worm directly into Marco's head and not make him panic even harder.

Whether that's good or bad isn't up to the narration to speculate on.]

I don't...

I don't like being scared.

I can't trust myself when I'm scared.

[fourthmade]

i know
i don’t like being scared either

...

but i still trust you marco
i’ve always trusted you
even when you told me you were stepping away
to settle the storm inside your head

would you like to hug me again?
or
I could hug you

[peccatore]

I still don't want to hurt anyone.

I won't hurt anyone and I want to keep you from doing it too, because maybe sometimes you don't realize how people can get hurt and
And we know what happens then.

But her side has been doing so much lately and I just don't know what to do.
I have to do something
But I'm scared.

[He shuts his eyes hard before relaxing his eyelids. Probably not the rest of his body, though.]

Let's hug each other.

[fourthmade]

okay
yes
I like that

[Like before, there's a warm staticky feeling that passes over Marco's skin. It's a hug -- or at least Elias' version of it.

Yet there's hesitation this time. It's just a flicker, but it's there, splitting up the static. When the hug ends, he's gone.]