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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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It's been a while since I came into the arcade. I was told not to, so I listened. But Ilia said it was ok-she said it was like you said, and that it was safe.

The door didn't open the first time though-I had to try three times.

Did I do something wrong?

[He's scared-but he doesn't mention that 'out loud'.]

I haven't heard much from you, not since we saved you anyway.

I haven't even told many people that; the one person I really told is gone now. I'm not asking you to bring him back or anything, I'm just telling you this so you know. I don't even know what the others have mentioned about it; I never really asked them.

I want to know what to do; I want to feel useful. Most important of all, I want to go home.

Tell me what to do. I want to know, I don't like sitting around doing nothing. I don't like working in a bar wasting my time when I could be doing work directly for you.

I'm not gonna claim I'm the smartest of your followers, but just point me in the direction of something you want destroyed and I'll do it.

Edited 2016-01-28 02:53 (UTC)

[Though the answer doesn't come immediately, one does come. That night, Reira dreams of the arcade. Once more, it takes three tries to enter, but once he comes through a warm feeling of accomplishment will wash over him. The arcade feels safe as ever, and it beckons Reira to make use of it.

No matter how many tries he needs to get through the door, what matters now is that he's made it.]

[Kimbley's actions have not been forgotten by the Fourth, and it shows in an instant response to this prayer. The radio nearest to Kimbley turns itself on (or if on already, flickers off and back on to gain attention). For a good thirty seconds, it erupts into static.

Slowly, the dials change the station. It raises up and up, almost seeming to count before it increases at a rapid pace, impossible to track until a point is reached where it slows. The stations begin to switch slowly enough that a few cut-off words can be made out on repeat. Fog. Kill. Fog. Murder. Fog. Home. Fog. Kill. Then, static for a few seconds, and one blip of words: will help. After that, the radio turns itself off.

He hears you.]

[ While she isn't sure if this is the best idea, but it's a way to communicate, isn't it? Nanami isn't entirely convinced of the things she's heard for a while, so she wants to confirm some things on her own time. Of course, she's aware that this could possibly backfire on her, considering that she's kept herself neutral this whole time and doesn't plan on picking a side any time soon.

But she did hear some things from someone who might have... sided with him, so she decides to leave a prayer. Although she's not sure how to do this. She's never done it before, after all. ]

Hm... I think I'm supposed to leave an offering, so I brought some arcade tokens. I heard that there's an arcade at your [ how does she phrase it? ] headquarters, so maybe you'd like to play some sometime. Or maybe, since you're in a computer, you can't...? That sounds sad, I think.

Especially since those computers, they don't have games, don't they... I wanted to play pong, too. [ She sighs out heavily, disappointed. ] But that's not what I wanted to ask you. I want to know... what it's like, being you. Are you lonely? Are you sad? I want to learn more about you. I think... if I do, then maybe, we'd figure something out.

I want to help everyone here. [ And, as an afterthought: ] ... If we can ever meet, I'd like to play a game sometime, too.

[ Is that even possible? It is a mystery.png. ]

[This isn't prayer. He'd only ever pray to God - the God. No. That doesn't feel right anymore. That doesn't feel true anymore.

This isn't prayer. It's a message.]

I'm sorry. I... couldn't stop the attacks. I failed. I wasn't even all that helpful, overall, but-- but you know that, don't you? Haha.

But I'll... I'll keep doing my best. We'll work together, because-- because you'll keep me safe. I know you'll keep me safe.

... With every passing day, I... it feels like the fog is seeping into me more and more, like she's just about to take over my mind and turn me into... into a complete monster. I feel it every time I'm hungry, every time I look at a human and feel like... like dragging them under--

I'm not human anymore. I know I'm not human anymore and I haven't felt human for a long time, and... and I know what it means, but I can't...!

Please. Please, help me.

[It's been a while. Quite a while, in fact. Though Joshua isn't one to speak to "invisible" entities these days, it's at least something he's comfortable with doing, provided he knows the entity is actually around.]

Long time, no talk. I thought I might see if you're around. I've got a thing or two that's sparked my curiosity.

I am, apparently, allied with you. Which - don't get me wrong - I have no complaints over. I've only found out due to other unfortunate run-ins with followers of the fog god. I have yet to properly use your room, however, so I offer my apologies. I'm sure I'll be remedying that soon.

I'm mostly concerned about the mechanics in actually going about killing a god here. I'm familiar with what's required in my own world, but I'm a bit in the dark in this one, I'm afraid. How easily could one manage to kill, say, the fog god? How feasible would it be? Would there be anything needed for it? You mentioned before that you would help kill the fog god, as well. What aid would you bring?

Secondly, what exactly is keeping us here? What brought us here? Force-wise, of course. I know the literal answer. Again, my own world has different rules, and I'm simply curious. You've mentioned the fog god being killed would allow us to return home, so I have a hunch.

Thirdly... you knew my name, and I can only assume you know who I am. If I had the same power I have at home, I could offer you a lot more help. This physical body is rather fragile, you see, and I've never been all that strong with physical fighting. I've heard from other followers that you grant a sort of boon, though. Would it be reasonable to ask for something like this, should I devote a bit more of my time to you?

Edited 2016-01-30 15:42 (UTC)

[ The following is thought rather than spoken. It's not so much a prayer as rambling, but it IS directed at the god. ]

I really hate you, you know. I don't know how many of your followers you get that from, but I hate you. You made us rip out a guy's heart - for what? Because you thought it was funny? What was the point? I never wanted to be a murderer when I came here and I thought by sticking with you I could avoid that. But Kain's right, you really are no different to Her.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not gonna join Miss Foggy. I've felt what it's like and I don't want it. Even if you're the reason Kid's his own person now, I'm not gonna trade what I have right now to become a mindless monster. Not gonna set foot in your arcade for a while again either. You're the reason I killed Rin. You're the reason someone else killed me.

I just don't want to kill any more... But there's no way you can promise that, is there.

Edited 2016-01-30 16:23 (UTC)

[Shun doesn't mind being ordered while the objective is clear and it gets him closer to his own ends – but he does mind getting yanked around by a chain, to be put in front of a task that he was always bound to fail.

To get out of this dimension, to be given a chance to rescue Ruri… he doesn't mind making himself a god's pawn for that, but he won't just follow blindly either.]

Get your act together. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, if it gets us both ahead– [He has proven as much already, hasn't he?] –but if you want me to do something, be clear about it. If you want something "prevented" give me more than just that order.

[Doing damage control when they could have kept disaster from happening in first place with only just a little more information – like who or an exact location and date – leaves a bitter taste in Shun's mouth. What good is this alliance if the Fourth can't provide at least one of those?]

[The nearest radio to her will turn on, sliding through channels in a broken way between static, setting on words in clips and phrases.

'play' 'games with' 'play' 'with me'

The radio will then promptly turn off.

However, later that night when she dreams she will see an arcade. The light seems to be barely around her, only allowing her to see what is nearest to her. A lit up pinball machine will start making musical sounds until she goes to it. After a few moments the machine will trill over and over again until she plays. Only one flipper will be under her control, the other will seem to move of it's own accord.

She can play a game or two, if she chooses, in the dream. She may play as many as she likes. But. whenever she wakes up, she will hear a voice, speaking to her as if whispering in her ear.]

Help me?

[In his private messages, there will be a short letter, written to him and sent with a user name that is a random collection of numbers that seems to overfill the input bar.

It appears the next time he looks at his messages.]

she cannot have you.

you are not hers.

i will not let her take you.

i will keep you safe.

[ For the next while, most often when he dreams, Marco will find himself in the arcade.

He cannot leave. There are no doors. There are no windows. But why would he want to?

It's safe.]

[ As Kaito goes throughout his day, every time he passes a radio, it will immediately burst into static, no matter if it is on or not.

The closer he gets, the louder it is.

It's like the constant whine of a child's temper tantrum.

After the first day, this will be a periodic occurrence for the next several days.

It's increasingly hard to escape, until one day, out of nowhere, it stops.

But until then, it will be as if every radio is screaming for his attention.]

[ When Joshua sleeps that night, he will find himself in the Arcade, it is dimly lit, and the lights flicker.

He is alone.

And then he is not.

As if from nowhere, a figure will appear sitting on a pinball machine. It turns it's head, face indistinguishable and edges of it's features shifting in the light as if they have not settled on being any particular thing, nor do they want to.

The only thing that is clear, is that the creature is smiling.]

Composer.

[It's voice seems to come from many directions at once.]

Kill her, and return to your game.

[It slides down off the machine. As it walks towards Joshua, it seems to vanish out of existence and reappear in bits and pieces. It's ungrounded, fragmented, but taking hold.]

Kill for me, and I can help.

[It's smile grows.

Joshua will wake with a start.]

[Wake with a start, indeed. The moment he's up, Joshua's ears are perked forward, pupils large in the low light, senses extending for some sort of presence. That had been... He might as well try to contact again. If he's still around, he might still answer.

When he speaks, his voice is quiet, so as not to wake anyone else.]

You asked to kill. Do you mean a human, or another monster? A Fog God follower, perhaps?

[He's silent for a moment, considering his options.]

In what way will you help, if I do this?

[ When he dreams he will be seated opposite a crosslegged figure. It seems to not have a true shape, more an outline. It's features shift and mold and alter as it speaks. Under everything there is a hissing static, like a TV set to the wrong channel.]

Get them. Out. Of my way.

[There will be flashes in his mind of masked crusaders on motorcycles, their masks near invisible aside from lights.

Then there are flashes of other monsters, twisted and grotesque, and wrapped in the hair of a long fingered creature that reaches out of the dark. The Fog God and her minions.

The figure tilts it's head.]

Clear.

[The static grows to overpower all else, and Shun will wake.]

[That same voice will come, as if whispering in his ear.]

You want power.

Kill hers and I can give it.

[ The words seem to repeat and echo and then fade to nothingness. ]

[Shun startles awake and needs a second before he regains his orientation, static echoing in his ears, the flashes of the dream still fresh on his mind. He frowns for a second as he calms and recalls the details… was that supposed to be an answer to his criticism? Well…]

It's a start.

[Something to put his focus on anyhow. With Yuto involved with that half-backed plan to kill the Fog God, he might as well start his own moves by putting focus on those damn bikers and meet him halfway.

How hard can it be to kill a couple of humans anyway?]

I got a gift from Tikbalang. I can turn human at will. Nearly human, anyway.

Anyway, I... figured it would help out in some way. Maybe. Dunno.

If nothing else, walking around looking human spits in the Fog God's face, so I hope I'm pissing her off right now.

[It takes time for Yukio to think of what might be an appropriate offering for the Fourth God. He knew little of Liewen's behavior, but knew that He seemed to favor electronics.. and one of his most devoted favored baking. And so when he constructs this careful altar, it is of machine parts, once-working gameboards, a scattering of self-baked cookies and his own semi-congealed blood.

It's not much of a 'gift', but perhaps it would help in the long run.]

I have met one of Your servants, Ilya at the bakery. She speaks very highly of you, and what you do for your devoted people. So too has Mami spoken, the angelic harpy whom may not be here anymore.

You may be the God to offer service to. Not out of fear or obligation, but willingly. What reward do you truly give your servants? You were human once, you understand our basest interests.

Why are you the one I should choose, God of the Machine?

[ The only response he seems to get is a glitched, static filled laugh spilling from the nearest radio.

If nothing else, it seems that the Fourth God seems to appreciate the sentiment.]

[ That night, when Yukio goes to sleep, he will open his eyes within the dream to the Arcade.

It's dark, before the lights flicker on, starting at the back and then flooding through the room.

There's a crunching sound from immediately behind him. When Yukio turns he will find a form that almost appears to be somewhat human, more an outline of a person, vague shapes and edges of a face instead of a true one. But it does have a mouth.

The shifting form tilts it's ever changing head and then lifts a hand to it's wide mouth again, taking another bite of the cookie in his grip.]

She did this to you. Changed you. Hurt you.

[The form smiles, edges of it stretching the lines of where it's face should end, reaching the void where it's eyes should be. ]

I understand being changed. I can give you power to protect yourself.

[The form steps forward, lights flickering in the Arcade and going out, one by one, starting at the edges and lurching towards them.]

Don't you want help?

[ When Yukio wakes he will find the cookies and the blood gone, and in it's place, a key card. If he wishes, he just need use it, and he will be able to find the place of his dream.

It's your choice, Yukio. ]

My name is Yagami Light, and I'm one of the new arrivals from tonight. I'd like to request a meeting.

[So Marco has been a pretty devoted follower for a few months now, but ever since he went adept, he has addressed the Fourth God particularly frequently. Granted, this is because he believes one of the voices he's been hearing belongs to the Fourth himself, but surely, they end up making their way to the real deal.

Not that there is any such distinction to Marco. He always responds in thought, at the very least, but when he's alone, he will often speak back too. Words of appreciation, devotion and sometimes fear for his own soul - all for the god he is so adamantly sure he shares a special connection with.

It will take time, and there will be dangers, but he'll do what he must. He will save everyone, including himself.]

I promise.

[ It's Kid sending this prayer to their god this time, at a quiet hour of the night. ]

I confess, we still aren't pleased with the way you manipulated us last Christmas, but I find myself coming back to you all the same with an apology and a request. Losing myself in anger during that last fog has made me realise that I want nothing of Her influence, however slight. I suspect you are the reason we're still able to cling to our humanity but I wonder...if you can't grant us further help in that regard.

We are, in the end, still Her children and She is the one who currently resurrects us. I'd rather entrust our life to you. In return, perhaps we or your other followers can do something to help you raise others completely out of her grasp? Your first attempt was, if I may say, rather pitiful. But it was an attempt.

[ Tacked on as an afterthought: ]

I want to avoid a repeat of that day. I killed so many.

Oh my goodness, where do I start? I'm Lorraine Conyers, I just joined up with your people. Uh...I guess I mostly want to thank you for giving me hope. Fiddleford said you'll make us human and send us home when you win, or something like that, and it's really helping me stay positive.

Oh! And one more thing:

You want to help us keep our humanity, right? If there's a way to avoid feeding on humans, please tell me. Pretty please? It would mean so much.

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