Prayer Box

[fromthefog]

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fog god. She may not always respond, or she may respond in ways you don’t expect, but she is always listening.

Speak, she 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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[fromthefog]

[As he speaks the fog swirls around him, ever present and watchful as always.

However, at his request. . .the fog stills, as if frozen in a fleeting moment, and the fog seems to whisper among itself. For the first time in a while, it seems as if the Fog God has genuinely been caught off guard. When it begins to drift again, there's a curious, thoughtful tone to her whispers.]

Curious. Most of your kind would never demand such a thing. . .the death I bring you back from robs your precious memories as well, so many would prefer to avoid such a fate. It also matters not to me who your eyes stray to. [the whispers chuckle] Your carnal attachments are quite amusing.

But as a request from my beloved child. . .yes, I can grant you this wish. [The fog washes over him, delicately coming through his hair with an icy touch.] It is a simple, yet heavy task. I can remove every trace of him, and hold it close to my heart for safe keeping. Should you ever want it returned, you need only to ask, child.

[The fog drifts closer to him once more, and once again, he may feel the presence of someone inches away from his face, staring with intrigue.]

But know this, child, I will not remove any new memories of him forged post our arrangement, nor will I alter whatever opinion you form of this newly made stranger.

Now, should you agree to these terms, pet...you need only to speak with me when you are ready.

[thischaos]

[It's hubris, alone, that has brought Mello to this place with a request that may or may not have been granted when he decided to present it. Even as a monster in a sea of monsters, he considers himself above the rest: his devotion unequaled, his loyalty something to be fought for at every turn.]

[And if it feels as though he's being gently scolded, well. It's only because he's worked this over in his mind so many times that even in this moment of absolute decision, doubt picks at the edges enough to silence him for a minute — two. He'll take the off-handed taunt (if that's even what it is), the insult to his intelligence. While some might cherish their memories before Ryslig, those people don't have the living ghost of a dead man monopolizing their energy to the point where everything else falls to the wayside.]

It's not carnal, [he shoots back, because that's what he does. Even now, with his wish being handed to him, Mello has to rebel in some form. But she has to know, and has to understand, because someone with enough power to yank him from death and gift him with a second chance is nothing less than omnipotent, in his book.]

[He stares straight ahead at the unseen presence, the being beyond his understanding that no-doubt views him as a plaything — an ant — with a conviction reserved for nothing and no one. The nod comes slow but sure. He's worked through the possibilities, put back-ups into place. If he weren't ready in every sense of the word, he wouldn't be here.]

[Would he?]

[And that she would return the memories if he so chooses: her followers' devotion doesn't stem from nothing, does it? Whatever her underlying motive, she is what Mello needs her to be. Agreeable, willing to make deals that ultimately benefit him in the end. His swallow is thick — just a touch of uncertainty — before he speaks but what he does — ]

[When he does, his words hold the conviction of kings and Gods, alike.]

It's what I want.

[Then, as an aside: he reaches a pale arm out into the mist, fingers splayed. Mello won't bend a knee to anyone, but he will show gratitude where it's due and right now? The God he's raged so hard against with every flippant word of dismissal and petulance is doing for him what no one else could. For that, he'll be sure to show her that her choice is the right one. In any way he can.]

Thank you.

[And there's relief beneath the tension. Once this is done? Endless possibilities await him without the overhanging shadow and weight of a duty that was never his to take on.]