Event Log: Patron Gods

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.

It's March 15th! Whether or not you've been having a good or a bad week, the gods decided to get together and put all the characters on teams- just like in those gym classes that you always skipped! Whether or not you were the last one picked is up for debate, but until we can figure that particular mystery out, there's another one to mull over... namely, who left that mysterious note in your bedside table/shoe/fishtank? And how did you get a friendship bracelet twined around your wrist?

Regardless, when opened, the letter will say-

'Congratulations! You have been chosen! [God name] thinks you're a great fit for their team! All you have to do is spread their emotion, and you'll get a blessing - and if your team wins, you get the grand prize: one (1) request for each member of the team, no payment required! Or you can band together and request one big thing, it's all up to you! So find your allies, get started, and let's win this thing!'

Whether or not this is for real becomes immediately obvious, as you seem to find yourself yearning to cooperate with your teammates, and maybe feeling a bit competitive toward your foes. Grab a squeaky chicken or a creepy doll or a snowglobe from the shops if you like, and let's get inspiring! Of course, you aren't forced to participate, but have fun telling your teammates that nobody is going to win their wish because you decided to be a stick in the mud.

Go forth and spread joy! Or sorrow, or scare people, or just really piss them off- but whatever you do, try to have fun and build that sense of community! You're going to need it...

► This log covers March 15th-March 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you're just so mad at the gods that you'd rather die than participate, then let us know here!

Comments

[mercurio]

[they do hit a nerve, and they continue to drill into it, viciously, uncaring of how much hurt it's causing him or how much he can take. it's cruel, but at the end of the day that's what ardyn is. prompto tries clutching at the cut ends of his trouser to press onto his open cut, biting his tongue because he knows to fall for the bait will only have more words twisted against his own self-worth.]

[but it's hard to do so, when the very face of loneliness is so easily uncovered by the sentiment of abandonment and being unwanted.]

[he lowers his face, as if to hide his tears, the unabashed rubbing of his hands too rushed for him to realise he's only covering his face with blood.]

...I don't need your pity.

[says the man, covered in flour and egg and (mostly) blood]

[daemonized]

You don't have my pity. You barely even have my attention.

[His smile grows, enough to show a flash of white teeth. (Because no, Ardyn does not feel pity these days. But in Prompto's case, he only wants him to feel sorrow. A reflection, perhaps, of what he had experienced, all those years ago. Let him indulge himself in a one-sided commiseration of shared pain, Prompto, in the most twisted way possible. Allow him even that much.)]

Your worth is proportionate to your usefulness, and nothing more. And once your friends find out what you really are, you won't even have the comfort of their camaraderie to rely upon. After that, then what? What purpose do you have after you've been completely spent and discarded?

[mercurio]

[so much for that; the ounce of courage and anger to answer back flickers and goes out like a flame against the wind. what ardyn manages is to make prompto feel insignificant, and he knows exactly how to pull at those ends.]

[it's like the voice in his head brought to life, echoing his thoughts right back at him in a more physical form.]

[part of him knows he doesn't have to listen to him, but nothing he can conjure to think about or say puts a stop to ardyn's onslaught of words. he really is weak without his friends; he really struggles, being forced to wonder where he stands now. gladiolus has his purpose, serving the crown. lunafreya is with noctis. noctis has his family here. these kind of thoughts are selfish, but he's not really royalty material.]

[despite being torn inside, he knows the most idiotic thing to do would be to give ardyn fuel.]

[head shaking and an attempt to blink the blood and tears away, his lips tremble as he speaks (but what does it matter? ardyn has no care for him).]

[he knows exactly what ardyn wants from him]

I'll... tell them it was you who did this to me.

[obedience. that's where his worth lies.]

[daemonized]

[He tells him the same as he did before, in the orchard.]

Good.

[His obedience is just that. Good. He wonders how long it'll last, under the strain of pain and sorrow, stretched thin until it snaps. Until obedience becomes expectation, an automatic sort of thing. A true shell of what he once was.

Perhaps it won't happen, perhaps his friends will save him before it does, but Ardyn thinks that it'll be an interesting journey nonetheless.

He straightens fully, dusting a bit of flour off the front of his long coat.]

You should still be able to still walk on that leg. [-he says, as if he's done Prompto a favor. He turns to leave, as easy as he had arrived. Down the aisle he goes, calling out behind him:] Best move before you lose too much blood, though.