Jupiter's Training Grounds

Sitting around the Brave's base waving his feet back and forth on a small ledge, Jupiter decided to survey the surroundings. There were scouting groups of Braves to protect the hideout of course, but as a newer member, he'd assume he wouldn't be apart of it. For now maybe.

He slid off the small ledge he sat upon and sauntered around what could be called the borders of the base. It was all much of the same. Sand. Occasional fauna and flora that he saw throughout the rest of the sands.

However, he spotted a group of bloblings crowding around an area, gathering others to do the same out of curiosity. Jupiter was also overcome with intrigue as he wanted to know what was going on. With his relative height advantage compared to other bloblings, he was able to see above the crowd somewhat easily. What laid barren upon the sand was some Cyrill vines. The blue orbs glistened as some of the blobs reached towards it in caution. He heard from others that the orbs were hard to tell apart, and yet he still wanted to try one. He and the crowd realized that there wouldn't be enough for everyone, and so a mad scramble ensued.

With Jupiter's apposable thumbs, he was just able to reach in the mound of blobs, grab a single Cyrill orb, and dash away. He had to shake off some desperate pursuers before he was able to be in the peace and quiet of his own room.

The whole place was empty with nothing he owned as of yet. He sat cross legged staring at the slightly punctured sphere. The liquid inside slowly oozed out onto his fingers. Opening his mouth, he stuck the whole fruit inside, then sucked the remaining mess off his hand.

It was a sweet honey flavor with a little burn. It was pretty nice tasting to him, and just as he thought he found the best substitute to completely avoid blob blood, it hit him.

He immediately started feeling fuzzy and his vision blurred. The memories inside him burst forth lamenting about all their pain and regrets. Jupiter fell forward and forced himself into a fetal position, absolutely refusing to move an inch more. His body twitched as his the memories' raging emotions overwhelmed him and combined with his own.

It was as if he was back to the birth of himself again. Jupiter was terrified as he remembered what he first did.



It was quite a number before it died down. His green blood-tears were dry upon his face as he stayed cramped in a fetal position the whole time. He slowly stretched and rolled onto his back as he reached with all his limbs. He didn't know what the other types of Cyrill orbs did or tasted like, but now he didn't want to find out. He closed his eyes trying to meditate and balance out his emotions.

    Jupiter dragged himself to the outskirts of the base of the Braves. He laid there for a considerable amount of time, basking himself in the warm sand and the silence that came with it. The talk and bustle of blobs were distant behind him as he allowed himself to rest to heal what he could.


    ...After some time he woke up to find that he fell unconscious accidentally. He looked at himself to see that all of his limbs were intact and functioning.

    It was almost as if everything that transpired was a dream. Suddenly, he pushed himself up onto his feet and burst off in one direction at random. Tripping every so often due to pushing himself harder than ever before, he still managed to go a good distance. Jupiter ran faster than he ever could before just by sheer effort and desperation to take a break from the place.

    After a while, he took a break and sat down in a crisscrossed position. He habitually reached up to touch the front part of his hair between his fingers and rubbed it. He then slouched over as he stared down with his arms in his lap. He spent the next several numbers watching the sand shift beneath him to distract himself.

It took a little bit of rubbing, but eventually he became sparkling clean. Still crouching, as he washed the last bit of blood from his face, it accidentally went into his mouth. He quickly spat it out before pausing.

It was...odd. It was a new sense as he never tried anything before. It was a mix of spicy, sweet, sour, salty, umami, and all sorts of flavors from blobs. 'Blobs have... a taste? It isn't just...there?' He looked at the back of his hand. "..."

He had a growing burning curiosity. It had to be known. His lack of concentration brought the memories an opportunity to talk. They weren't too knowledgeable about this topic surprisingly. Jupiter thought they had an opinion on everything. One or two thoughts could only mention that they had their own taste, but not that they could remember any of it. They were egging him on though.

Jupiter hesitantly stuck his finger into his mouth, letting his acidic blood sack inside dissolve the finger. It was first faintly sweet, but then his eyes squinted hard as the sour taste of himself filled his mouth. It was strong and vastly different from the watered-down concoction that he washed off his face.

He then suddenly felt deep dread as he actually enjoyed it. Taking his finger out, he stared at it as it returned to normal relatively fast. Jupiter lingered in his emotions, having an eternal battle whether to shut the whole idea down or to investigate. 'I wonder if...'

Slapping both his cheeks with his hands, he shook his head to knock the idea out. But it stuck there. He had to find out. And there was a great opportunity back at the Braves' arena...

Somehow compelled to do so, with fists at his sides, he resolutely stood up and began striding back to the hideout. After a bit of time, he arrived. The place bustled as normal as Jupiter went inside. Returning back to the mouth of the passageway, he slowed down to slow steps. He held his hand up to the wall as he peered in. Like always, the arena was never cleaned, however, all the blobs were gone. No parts, no beings, just the leftover blood that marked that the events did happen. Of course, the scars of a fresh battle could be seen.

Looking to the wall where he placed his hand, it was also covered in new blood. Removing it left blood on his hand, causing Jupiter to steel himself to turn his hand to see the faint residue. It glistened blue and purple. 'Rainbowborn. Or maybe two blobs.'

Not that the type of blob made a difference. Or did it...? Jupiter was once again lost in thought staring at his dripping hand. Cautiously, he placed the palm of his hand to his mouth. It was strongly umami in nature, and it was yet another new taste. Feelings of fear and enjoyment were mixed and hit him in realization. He staggered to his knees as he put his hands to his head, coincidentally dirtying it with the fresh blood. He liked the blood of others. Why.