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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[affluenza]

Dear Fog God:

Thank you for bringing me here. This is the only place I've ever felt like I belong. And I hated being a boring old human, anyways. I have a lot of friends here. I'm kind of worried that once they find out what I'm really like they'll hate me just like everyone else. Only a few of them are real monsters like I am.

But...I guess it doesn't really matter of some of them hate me. Because you love me.

Right?

[soundsurfing]

So uh, aint sure if yer really listenin' or not, but... yer the one that brings peeps right? Do they leave cuzza you too? Do they go home?




Couldchu bring some back...?

[eventhandler]

I feel torn. I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't be praying, I-I'm...not, no, not a praying man at all. Facetious really. But you've...I feel you in my mind. Hovering. Waiting. I thought I could keep you at bay, and...

The Transistor. No, that's...it's more important. It is. But you are important too, and I have...am I weak? What has happened with me? I can't allow myself...and yet I can. You're always there. Always...

Why is this happening?

[finewithhalf]

Thank you for taking care of everyone during the attacks. I'm sorry I couldn't keep them in Dyster.

I think it's Farkle. He's so stubborn sometimes... He thinks you're bad for us. He says I'm changing because of you.

But I know how important it all is.

I know you're the one who needs help. That's why you called us up here, right? We're going to save you from the humans. There's only so much you can do while you're helping us get strong. But I know you're doing everything you can.

I keep trying to tell everyone. I don't know how to make them believe me, though.

But every time I need someone, you're here. You know how much it means to me.

So thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for taking care of the ones who don't understand yet.

I'll make them love you too.

[fromthefog]

[When Dandy sleeps that night, he will feel as if there is a grasping darkness wrapping him up.

Instead of constricting, it feels comforting.

It will hold him in place until he wakes, and when he wakes it will be as if he has awakened rejuvenated.

She cares for her toys.]

[fromthefog]

[It's as if the wind itself seems to answer. No matter where he is when his prayer is spoken, inside or out, it seems to follow him, curling around him and drifting through his hair, like someone petting his hair.

There is no clear answer, but she is listening.]

[fromthefog]

[It’s likely hard to hear, at first, and then it grows. Tiny whispers of his name, from all sides, in many variations, as if he’s surrounded, though it’s all the same voice.

Her voice.

From behind, he will hear her again.]

There is no reason to resist.

[ It will feel as if there is a careful hand at the back of his neck. Long thin fingers that cannot be seen.]

I will take care of you.

[And then, as if she was never there, she is gone.

She will be in his dreams for the next few nights, reminding him of her love, and reminding him to go to Dyster. It will be better there. There will be no doubt, if he stays there.]

[fromthefog]

[That night, when Maya sleeps, something reaches out for her in the dark.

It's fingers are long and spindly, dark hair hides it's indistinguishable face, it's arms are thin and long. It grasps her face with both hands. It's fingers are cold as ice, but Maya will adapt almost immediately, like mint or a clear stream in winter, refreshing rather than harming.

In tiny flickers Maya will see Dyster reborn, her friends all around her, and all of them safe and clearly happy. Instead of humans, there are monsters, and they all seem to worship in her name. And there is Maya, happy, powerful, clearly loved, and in the center of it all.

Then in repeating whispers she will hear her voice.]

Teach them to love me, and you will have it all.

[The figure will lean forward out of the dark, and Maya will feel the press of a kiss into her hair.

That same ice feeling will wash over her and wake her.

You know what to do.]

[fairlycapable]

I searched everywhere there. Every house, every street, and you didn't stop me. Your people even told me she wasn't there, as soon as I entered. But you never stopped me.

If I had listened, I wouldn't have stayed there! I would have been gone-how could you know I wouldn't snap that key when I left?

You brought everyone here. For war, for battle, didn't you? You whispered those things when these changes first began, and others heard you laugh.

Why?

What do you see in any of us? Especially after what just happened-you warned us, and we failed!

So why do you care that we are brought here and not broken? With what everyone says, wouldn't it benefit you more for those here to hate us?

What use do we have to you, other than amusement?

[[OOC - Side note; Yuuri's referring to how she's signed on with the Fog, she had someone let her into Dyster before searching the entire city for a castmate that recently dropped.]]

[soundsurfing]

[It's enough to let him know she's listening and he almost lets it go at that. But--]

Gamzee. My sister. Kariya. The Doc. Please... I'll do whatever you want if you jus' bring 'em back...

[fromthefog]

[The wind seems to whisper to him as it continues to move around him, a little like someone standing just behind him, no one else would be able to hear.]

You know what I wish.

[For a moment, it's as if the touch is solid, a person instead of wind. Thin fingers, cold as ice, in his hair.]

I will take care of you.

[fromthefog]

[Yuuri's answer comes in the form of a dream.

The dream is as if she is in Dyster, made lovely, the buildings barely recognizable in their beauty. The city reborn, and Yuuri in this dream is as she was when she arrived in Ryslig.

And as soon as she has realized where she is, she will feel thin hands on her shoulders. The fingers impossibly long and their touch is like ice, though it grows more mild in time, growing used to it. Her voice repeats and layers against itself, like she's speaking from multiple places at once.]

I saw you as you are. And you as you could be.

[Her fingers drum once, and then the vision of Dyster flickers out into nothingness, and Yuuri is once again in the form she now has. Instead of behind Yuuri, the figure is in front of her now, hidden in the dark and barely visible. It's hands reach out again, and take one of hers. It's face is hard to see, long hair hiding it's face.]

You are mine, and so I take care of you.

[The dream will end, and Yuuri's hand will remain cold when she awakes.]

[soundsurfing]

[This isn't a prayer, not this time.]

I know yer listenin' yo but I dunno if you got the network watched cuz it's his, but if you don' then peeps are trying to rally to come after you. I'll kill as many as 'em as I can, I promise you that, but I'm jus' one an' there were like, lots of 'em.

[Oh yeah he's brainwashed like mad.]

[wallaroundtheworld]

[ He can't believe he's doing this, but he needs answers. ]

...erm....salutations, I suppose. I dreamt that you granted me the power I yearned for when I was in Vandare, and I must know...is it truly possible? Can I see the world from above as I once did?

[ Why does he even bother? Wishes rarely come true here without some terrible price. He presses on anyway. ]

What must I do to achieve this? Where should I go?

[soundsurfing]

... What was that? That vision. Why aint we s'pposed to see it...?

[soundsurfing]

ANSWER ME DAMNIT, I KNOW YER LISTENIN', WHAT'S GOIN' ON! You the one tellin' them to eat their foes to get more powers?! Why!? Whose Berget Stora?!

Fuckin'... answer me, yo!!

(Back to when the Hunt just started)

[fairlycapable]

...I need your help.

...I don't know if these names are your doing-I don't know if the're 'his' either, or the work of something else. But the name on my hand...she's precious to me. She's all I have from where I came from, here, and I don't want to do this...

How do I end this quickly?

How do I end this without pain..?

[Poison would probably be easiest, but making someone else do it could be easier; she is yet unaware of those particular unique 'gifts' given to her as a monster however.]

[fromthefog]

[It will happen when he is in the water. It’s likely hard to hear, at first, and then it grows. Tiny whispers of his name, from all sides, in many variations, as if he’s surrounded, though it’s all the same voice.

Her voice.

From behind, he will hear her again, but can never seem to locate her. It is not distorted.]

You could, if you continue to serve me.

[An invisible hand runs in his hair, and touches his back, leaving a feeling of cold and uneasiness.]

I will watch over you.

[An urge to look over to the left, and gently floating in the water is a key.]

Turn this in any door, and you will find those who worship the ground you walk on, if you continue to serve me.

[And then, the waters grow silent again.

She will be in his dreams for the next few nights, reminding him of her love, and reminding him to go to Dyster. It will be better there. He will find people to aid him there.]

[fromthefog]

[Prayer or not, she's listening. She's always listening. She always listens.

It settles and breathes around him when he's out, with the stars like cold eyes above him, and the natural world like so much papercraft shadow puppetry around him. It starts in a gust of wind, stirred up in the cold air. It presses against him in ways wind should not, pressure along the back of his head and moving forward. It feels like a hand, with cold fingers combing through his hair like it were so much fur. The trees around him shake with it, their limbs sharp, dead things, rattling like a cup full of chipped bones and broken teeth.

Her laughter fills the night, yet is only there, pressed against his ear.]

Do not fear for me.

[It is the chiding of one who towers over. Before him, a tree strains, groans from deep in its trunk from the wind, and a great and powerful bough snaps rough from its trunk, splintering bark scraping against the sky.]

They take up blades of grass and think them steel.

[The sound of the wind dies away, but the motion of it does not. The night draws in close, silent. Distant landmarks seem nearer in his eyes. The world becomes close, and not even the pests of night speak in the silence.

She speaks.]

But my unruly children should not be left so bold. Discipline them as you will. And for their leader... He will understand his folly. Or...

[Is that her laughter, or is it only the sound of his own pulse in his ears?]

My favored child... do you wish to decide his fate?

[soundsurfing]

Please...

[finewithhalf]

[She came here to cry today. It's quiet here, and surrounded by safety and warmth. But mostly, it's just tears.

She leaves a message at length, after she feels guilty enough about wasting time without leaving something in return.]

Hi.

It's me again.

I'm trying really hard. Like really hard. I know how important you are, and I keep trying to make other people see that. But...

Farkle said something bad about you. And I just--I got so mad. I was going to kill him. I was going to cut out his throat because he didn't respect you enough.

But Farkle's one of my best friends. He's only ever tried to help me. I don't want to hurt him! I never want to hurt him!

But I almost did.

[The tears bubble over again.]

What's happening to me?

I'm so scared.

[fandisservice]

[ A wiser person, with a sense of impulse control would not contact the Fog God because someone on his stupid-ass network post "told" him to do so.

But a wiser person probably wouldn't have done most every action he's taken in his life so far, so IV is indeed bothering her with a trivial question. ]

So, all of the monsters are your creation, and I assume you wouldn't bother making yourself useless pawns, correct? What the hell good do Mers do you? Did you need three ships of sailors seduced wholesale at some point in the past?

[unignited]

[Yukio takes his time trying to make something of an appropriate offering. Fresh blood, an altar of bone, a heart that had been beating only hours before - if one is going to approach a god, it's best to try for the right footing. Right? But eventually, he prays. He has the right humility, but not the right awe or fear.

Yukio hadn't prayed since he was a child. Since he realized he was Satan's son and God wasn't answering.

But the Fog God brought him here, and rumors suggested maybe She was more responsive than the Christian deity ever had been.]

I am ready to offer service, to you or to your hated rival. I have no fear of you or He, but you have brought us and He shows no signs of wishing to return us or make our lives less full of unpleasantness.

What do you offer to your willing servants, that will be worth the price you ask? What rewards make you the better choice, Lady of the Fog?

[fandisservice]

[ His last visit gained him nothing of worth, and IV has no high hopes for this one either. But unlike last time, he has a plan and a purpose, and nothing to lose by asking. More power backing him, the better he'll be able to carry it out, but he's not going to be dependent on approval from on high.

He approaches all too casually, no respect or fear in his frame. But casually is no synonym for lazily, he's focused— his limbs are strung with excitement, potential wound in tight like a spring ready to snap. Whatever it is that brought him here, he's looking forward to ending the diversions and getting down to it. ]

Hey, Fog God. Isn't fear your thing? Would chaos be right up your alley too? I have a plan I'd like assistance with, all emotional proceeds feted in your honor.

[fromthefog]

[ For what feels like an eternity, there is no response. Seconds pass by, five, ten...

...and then a breeze begins, almost as if the air itself is taking a deep breath. It's soft at first, almost inaudible, but it grows louder with each second. The trees' branches start to rustle wildly; the grass is laid flat on the ground. A particularly strong gust rolls through, and if IV isn't careful he may find himself falling to one knee-

-only for the wind to die away, the sound softly ebbing with it. It sounds almost like laughter, growing more and more distant. Finally, just as the echo is about to fade completely, the unmistakable feeling of fingertips runs gently down IV's back, and a voice whispers: ]

I am listening, child.