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The battle with the Braves was a tragic war that ended in bloodshed. Blood pooled around the ground, filled with the anger, regret, and adrenaline of the many participating bloblings. The blood of the many turned iridescent and oily of a range of colors. The blood kept away all the fauna that usually frequented the area. After the wounded stragglers left the battlefield, the world was quiet.

The shades of the rainbow shifted around slowly as the puddles began to stir. Arising from the aftermath came new bloblings. One of the many was a brown blob crowned in metal spikes. His green eyes glistened with aggression, hatred, and violence. His mind was muddled with the voices of many, clamoring to be heard. Their stories and wishes racked his head as he struggled to find who he was. Mixed in with all the current emotions was mainly fear. Everything was new to him.

He could recall a voice that was screaming over the others. This was his own, personal conscience. It fought for dominance over the spilled memories of the battle victims. Perhaps others of his kind was going through the same circumstances, but he could not care. He was struggling constantly with the voices and his feelings. They took control as it cause him to ram into another battleborn, spilling the already spilled blood that formed into a new creature. Some of the other battleborns were also grappling and fighting like he was. It took a bit before he could gain back control. He directed his fear into anger. Towards himself. It was the only was to somewhat control them. '...Why is this happening...? Who caused this...? Who is to blame...?' 

Suddenly, he was shoved out of the blood pit. Pain lit up his backside as a battleborn did what he had done moments before and rammed him with a crown of metal. This caused him to roll a distance until he hit something cold and solid. He was close to slipping again. He had to get away from all the distractions. Looking up, he saw what he had hit. A crumbled ruined wall of a building. There were no other blobs around this area. No one to take mind of this abandoned place. It gave him room to breathe. Sort of anyways. It was never quiet with the voices.

He was finally given a moment of respite. '...Who am I? I am an I. But why is there many voices. Those are not mine. Who are they?' He had to at least define himself or else he would lost in the sea of many. 'Name? I have one?' The memories and the voices were everywhere, talking of many things. Wishes, desires, memories. One spoke of names and friends. Blobs had those, needed them even. Another of the gods. Some mentioned words of enjoying inflicting pain on others. One thought came to his mind. Something from what would be called the old world.

"...Jupiter..." He didn't know what it was, but it was now his. Now that he could distinguish himself from them easier, Jupiter could now have the time to think a little. Just a little. It took most of his effort to take control of himself. Now that he was an individual, had a name, Jupiter wanted more. The voices spoke of blobs that were more than spheres. Gods with bodies, arms, legs, appendages. Power. Jupiter wanted these. The other voices did too. Jupiter focused on this. After all, it kept the voices calm and somewhat collected.

He listened to the voices for once, without them controlling him, but just hearing them out. They described all sorts of limbs. Asking Jupiter to fulfill some of their dreams. He focused on some of these thoughts. Something inside him was bubbling, making him shake. He could feel something else besides the burning negative thoughts and the others. He heavily concentrated on this. The voices got louder. They started to get excited. It was a new sensation. Something that didn't burn his insides or built upon his anger. His shaking got worse.

It was an uncomfortable sensation. Jupiter didn't want it anymore. But the voices did. They egged him on, to continue evolving, to complete their wishes. What burst forth was a body. It had arms and legs. More spikes also broke through his exterior, causing blood to spill once more. Many more spikes in several places. He was a spikey brown mess. He was groaning slightly from the pain. He instinctually new how to control these new limbs. He hugged himself and crouched over in a fetal position in pain and terror. He did not want to continue this. He thought to himself, 'Curse this world. Curse it all, curse who rules it, curse those who do nothing'. But it kept going. More spikes. One of these spikes grew bigger and bigger, elongating and even splitting into two. Some of the spikes, instead of growing, were falling off his body, which could now be called a head. It fell bloody into his newly formed hands. Leaking upon the hard ground. He felt around his head with the new fingers. He was feeling numb to all the pain at this point as something new was poking through his head.

...But it was soft. He grabbed it between his fingers and rubbed it as more came out. Some of it even started to block his vision slightly. The voices called it 'hair'. It was sort of comforting. He continued sitting there in his squatted fetal position with one hand on his knee and the other rubbing a front piece of hair between his fingers to comfort himself. The pain continued, but it wasn't so bad anymore. Jupiter still wanted it to stop. His eyes were widening, but not in surprise. It was out of his control. It went from tall to wide. This pain was sharp and different. It caused him to shed tears and blur his vision. He started to see double. It wasn't just his tears. He quickly reached towards his face, but accidentally poked it. It made him wince. He felt around with his eyes closed this time. There were a new set of eyes.

The pain seemed to subside, or maybe he was used to it now. Jupiter didn't know. He couldn't feel anything else growing or falling out anymore at least. He felt around as the voices started to clamor again. They were excited. They told Jupiter what he had gained. Tails, legs, arms, hair, eyes, spikes, colors. All these completed wishes. But they weren't his. 'What is mine then?' Maybe he couldn't think of any at the time, but unconsciously, he knew. He knew.

With his new legs he stood up. His field of vison grew wider as his head was further from the ground. There was double of everything, slightly off from each other. It made him dizzy. Around him was blood, blood and reckage. He didn't like it. It made his anger, hate, and a small emotion of elation rise considerably from all the voices inside him. Personally for him though, it disgusted him. He hated it. So instead he looked down. It wasn't much better. Instead of the blood of others, his bright green blood pooled at his own feet. It dripped from many places on his body, all warm and like old grease. The places it left behind were stained in faded green. The spikes that grew from him were covered in his blood, all shiny and green. Jupiter didn't know if the spikes would stay that color. Looking around at his body, his tail accidentally smacked the ruined wall, reminding Jupiter that he had a tail. It was also covered in green, but there was some translucent dark blue poking from behind. It was a nice break from the green. He looked up to some of the 'hair' that blocked his view. There were streaks of blood from when he rubbed it. But it looked solid brown. Darker than his main body though. Maybe his hair wasn't so bad.

No matter where he looked, there was blood. He was tired of it. The voices wanted more. They were unsatisfied. They probably won't ever be satisfied. The voices started to fight with him over control. It caused him to fall to his knees in concentration. He drew his head between his hands and closed his eyes. It took a bit to get it all under control, but he was slowly slipping. He didn't know how to fix it. It was at least under control for now though. He opened his eyes and looked out towards the land again. He spotted a blob. It looked like him as soon as he was born, with a crown of sharp metal spikes. As soon as he made eye contact, the voices broke forth screaming for battle, for war, to fight, for blood. He was semi in control as he watched himself stagger over to this unaware and crying blobling. It seemed it took its new birth differently than Jupiter. Did they have voices too? No matter.

He continued ever closer to the blobling. It looked up to Jupiter with pleading eyes. At least it didn't crave violence like he currently was. Jupiter's hands were fists at his side. He developed tears of his own as he was trying to hold back the best he could. He managed to teeter into a stop In front of the poor battleborn. He was shaking heavily in place as the internal struggle intensified. He wanted to do something, anything other than harm the poor blobling. Deep in his mind, his own small voice looked for an answer. Another old, old memory, perhaps from the old world whispered to him. 'Dance'.

He didn't know what is was, like last time, but he trusted his own thoughts. He trusted them way over the others. He gave a surge of effort to control himself as he lunged down towards the ground. Once one of his hands was placed firmly on the ground, he swept his legs away from the blobling. Unintentionally though, his tail came sweeping in the other direction and sliced the blob. His sharp hard edge of his tail cut the blob nearly in half. Jupiter's face was full of apology as more tears poured out of both him and the other battleborn. The voices on other hand were calming unexpectedly. Jupiter found that they wanted blood and battle and were temporarily pleased. It became easier to control them.

For the first time, he was in full control of his body. He didn't have time to celebrate as he stood up and reached down towards both halves of the battleborn. It flinched as Jupiter picked it up and cradled it in his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He gently rubbed the top of the blob as he continued to cry. He held the two parts together in hope that they would heal themself. The battle born tried to struggle out of his arms in order to get away even as they were almost claved in half. They caused lots more of themselves to drain through Jupiter's fingers. Jupiter started to freak out in concern for this blobling. He quickly put it down and stummbled back. The hurt battleborn stopped struggling and sat there heavily breathing. It didn't even want to look at Jupiter. Even though it was his fault, Jupiter felt hurt from the battleborn's reaction.

He slowly turned his back on the battleborn and walked away. He headed for a new freshly-ruined building and went inside. He went to the corner and slid down the wall with his back to it. He wrapped his arms around his legs and brought his legs close to his chest. He was mentally exhausted but could not rest. Even though he had full control, he could not rest a moment.

The morals in Jupiter's head was skewed, but at least he knew that harming another was considered wrong. He was scared that he actually enjoyed the fight. Jupiter knew he needed to find a way to fight, to please the voices in his head to give him temporary control, but he didn't want to hurt others, at least, not one sidely. He felt that he would rather trick others into a fight with him in the so he could reduce the overwhelming feeling that could take over any moment. At least, he had a good while before it would start to actively fight with him. His 'dancing'  could be a tamer way of fighting as well. He didn't know if others fought commonly, or how others would think of himself. He hated that he enjoyed inflicting pain on others.

Putting his head into his cupped hands, he began to cry hard and freely. Unbeknownst to Jupiter, a halo evolved upon his head. No pain came to him. Maybe it was his own wish for this body. Maybe.

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Jupiter was, as always, at the Onixia coliseum doing battles. After one such fight, he took a break when the Friendzy message popped up in his vision.

He read the vague and mysterious message and understood one thing: There was fights to be held and some sort of new war. Jupiter then knew it was one of the sides of this past war that created him. The voices in his head clamored to join in on this, but he wasn't too sure.

Personally, he wasn't super up for it, but he almost had no choice as the voices begged him towards the sand. Even though he participated in many coliseum fights to calm these voices, it wasn't working this time. If he didn't head off, Jupiter knew the voices would force him anyway.

With a sigh, he began walking away from Onixia and to the sands, searching for this so called tower. It took a bit, but arriving there, he found many more blobs that maybe wanted to join.

He wondered how many came here of their own will, whether being a spy, curiosity, or want. Or the blobs were unwilling, like him, and almost forced to be here. He decided to take a seat and crossed his legs one upon the other after hearing the instructions of one blob that seemed to run the place. Luckily the voices in his head calmed down once he got near the group. For now.

Jupiter began listening to the commanding blob and some of the crowd around him occasionally cheering. Listening to the question, he uncrossed his legs and leaned back a bit with his legs straight, placing his hands on the ground near his sides. He didn't want to show the building sadness inside of him as he thought about 'his birth'.

Instead, he nodded and answered a simple, "Yeah." The voices in his head were, as normal, shouting over each other to be heard. They of course had many memories of being afraid, being in the first war after all. Jupiter knew this but decided to ignore them.

Jupiter was surprised of the act of this blob. Sure, he willingly puts himself into battles at the coliseum that causes injures to himself, but this cutting business seemed much. Though he was interested in the no pain and fear part. It seemed the voices were too, as they were uncharacteristically quiet.

Jupiter was thinking about this 'Us' and 'Them' talk. Seemed a bit dumb to isolate their group called 'Braves' from the rest of Terrea, but he wouldn't say that out loud to what seemed like a cult.

Jupiter was immediately displead when he heard the 'collective' part of the speech. He was already in one somewhat with the dreadfull voices in his head constantly tormenting him. The voices didn't seem eager to have more 'us' than there already were.

However, the training to have no pain was somewhat interesting, though he kind of was doing that anyway at the coliseum. It wasn't helping in the no pain regard though, he still felt it and avoided any damage if he could. He never wanted to fight in the first place, but it would be nice to feel no pain fighting wasn't an option.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the terms according to Jupiter, even though the 'us' was unnerving to him. He knew he wouldn't literally join a bigger being, and would just be in a group, but it was still weird. Only just weird though.

His only question was this: "Constant training is cool and all, but what about venturing out and about? Not like I'm a snitch, but we just gonna stay here till something big happens?"

Other than that, joining the Braves would be like his current life. Battling to keep the voices quiet, and just living and chatting with others to get into more fights. He wasn't against joining at this point. He stood up and stretched, then put his hands on his hips.

He didn't want to follow until his question was answered first though.

After the reasonable answer, Jupiter was willing to follow the plantborn. It was nice to hear that he could sort of do whatever, minus telling others about the group. It sort of made sense, considering the last time anyone interacted with the Braves led to a war. Jupiter did wonder who started it though. He wouldn't be surprised that some of these fight loving braves starting it to get more action.

Going into the den, he heard that everyone was allowed to select a residence. Jupiter wasn't concerned that the 'houses' wasn't permanent. It wasn't like Jupiter had anything with him anyway since all he ever did was chill next to the coliseum and fight.

The last sentence the plantborn said did make Jupiter wonder their sanity. It would take a weird scenario to want to hurt a blob, even if it was to train. They seemed too into it. He kept all his concerns in his head.

Jupiter decided to lean against the wall with his back and observe the surrounding bloblings. He didn't feel like choosing a den yet since he had no prefrence with a temporary home. Maybe he could pull up a conversation or something. If not, he didn't care too much since he recently finished a fight and could go without one for a couple of numbers until the voices started acting up again.

Since the main plantborn continued to walk, Jupiter stood up from his wall leaning and followed once more to the arena. If he had a nose, he would have definitely been disgusted, but his eyes could tell him it was bad enough. There was no cleaning like the Onixia coliseum had. At least there the matches were cleaned up or set up for the next battle. Here it seemed covered in all sorts of blood.

Hopefully some random blobs don't just start falling from the roof and walls. That would be...unfortunate. What was also concerning was the way this plantborn labeled the pain training. 'The Hurt' made it sound unappealing and un-want able. It was going to inflict exactly it was named after though, so after some thinking, he sort of accepted it.

Jupiter decided to go up to help remove some of the tower after listening to the blob do their speech. After the whole tower is gone and the sand smooth, maybe then he'll go around and select an unoccupied space. At least then he wouldn't wander into someone's occupied area when everyone is settled. Otherwise, how could he know if it was chosen or not if it looked as empty and undecorated as the next?

So he traveled back up to the tower and started gathering the debris others were smashing off the tower and placed them into piles.

Nigiri has mostly been at the library ever since he was born in order to research flora and fauna for his book. Problem was, there wasn't a lot of information available since the best resource was going to the plants and animals themselves. So, Nigiri decided to get the primary source and start with meowlers. The book he was writing intended to include every flora and fauna in current existence, and meowler would likely take up most of it.

He asked around the library for directions before heading off to the meowler pens. He floated a great distance until he saw them. There were many colors and sizes In front of him as he arrived. Nigiri heard that there was someone in charge of the meowlers called Damazi and their assistant Lerinzia. Supposedly though, Damazi has been of somewhere for a good while. Nigiri intended to get information no matter what since he came all this way, so Lerinizia it was.

He looked around for this blobling, but he didn't know what they would look like. The many, many meowlers were also stealing his attention and made it hard to look. "Lerinizia?"

Still searching around, Nigiri spotted a bipedal somewhat meowler looking blob. At least, he thought it was a blob since they look the most different from the meowlers. He floated on up to the busy blob with his notebook and writing utensil. He stabbed it through his paw unflinchingly to get a good grip on it. "May I ask about the meowlers here?"

His short, vague style of speaking would likely be a bother in the short term, but Nigiri was working on fixing it.

Nigiri paused for a moment as Lerinzia was panicking in concern for him. He never really interacted with others, but he forgot that the way he writes must have been shocking for others. In his view, what else was the fast regeneration for, if not to do something like this? He could write with his mouth, but the way he usually does it would be easier.

He had to first console the blob in front of him, or else the conversation wouldn't progress. "It'll heal fast, it is of no concern." While he was speaking, the skin around his paws were already slowly stitching itself together. Nigiri was reminded at how useful it was that his skin was self-holding, while a bit weird feeling with the pen.

"I just need to write. I'm really fine." Nigiri made sure to add more helpful words just in case to the sweet blob. "May I take notes while you show me around the different meowlers? I need to see all the different attributes such as color, type, and so on. For reference.

Nigiri attempted to talk longer sentences and managed to do so. He wanted all the information he could possibly get for his book, and he was positive that this blob would have some of the most knowledge of this.