#pjofur

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Hehe pjofur art go brrrrrrr. From left to right we got:

Flare Okarda: (he/him)

The one and only. A fugitive from the pjofur society after he went insane, Flare is the 4th iteration of a project gone horribly wrong meant to give the society its ‘greatest gift’. Now on the loose infected with a highly destructive fatal logic error, the universe isn’t safe from Flare’s chaos.

Jakob Nuygara: (he/him)

Born a second class citizen, Jakob suffered a lot of hardship in his early childhood, including the death of his parents who weren’t able to achieve reincarnation status. Using such as a drive, he scratched and clawed his way up until he earned his reincarnation and first class citizenship. Becoming a teacher at the lead teaching institution, Jakob saw the future of the society was in the hands of the youth. This inspired him to create the ‘greatest gift to society’ a project that would end up causing him nothing but misery.

Jokull Nuygara: (he/him)

The 3rd iteration of the greatest gift project, Jokull was renowned by the society as a prodigy, a revolutionist who would deliver the society to a new era of technology. A brilliant mind, he was known for being diligent and dedicated to his work, albeit impossible to speak to outside of a work setting. Many regarded him as perfect, that was, until he one day went insane shortly after reincarnating.

Prince Stali Sitotya: (he/him)

The son of the tyrant Queen Suicuna and the sporddreki prince she married, Stali was her attempt at creating an heir. Only she was quickly met with a horrifying discovery, the child was completely and entirely immune to her mind control. Suicuna would attempt several times to remake Stali, driving him to insanity in the process. After multiple failures, she elected to show Stali ‘mercy’ and allowed him to live and gave him to a servant living in the palace, confident that his mental state would prevent him from ever being a threat.

Fjola Eidur: (she/her)

The daughter of a pjofur named Helgi, head of the botanical department, Fjola was raised alongside Jokull and eventually the two were set up in an arranged marriage and made to be each others’ assigned partners. While she’s a skilled technician, programmer and talented in data analysis, she was often overlooked or only known for her association to Jokull.

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Last funky guy is a hypothetical character who may or may not be further developed, but they’re an ulfur free from the control of the queen.

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The hyperfixation got me. I wrote this all in a single day. Have a 5000+ word document on my funny original species.

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New oc!! Her name is Runa Yotsugi

She's a Pjofur, I'd recommend everyone to read @/zombiecicada document explaining the species!!

More information about Runa under the cut!!

Summarize:

Runa Yotsugi is a young Pjofur who runs away from her home after the accusation of plotting against the royal family and consecutive execution of her entire family. She dislikes people who view her and her deceased family as traitors due to this mistrust born from the false accusation. She is aware that the accusation is false and often tries to defend the name of her family. She does not care about what others believe or think about her name and she is willing to persist in the innocence of her family, no matter what

Personality

At first, Runa is cool and reserved, keeping her distance emotionally and physically from others, not approaching them in any way and rarely starts a conversation by will. Her attitude often borders on sarcastic or even cynical with a distant and cold way of speaking when she's addressing people she's unfamiliar with. This behavior is a way to protect herself from attachment.

Her biggest fear is to be alone and being tricked, she will lose all of her trust in people if they are greatly dishonest with her. However, behind this mask, Runa hides a kind and gentle heart, capable of deep compassion and selfless devotion. Her compassion and kindness makes her the type of person who cannot ignore misdeeds being committed or turn her back on others who are in an unfortunate predicament, this because she can easily sympathize with the unfortunate people and would never wish someone else to go through what she experienced. Runa can also feel empathy for her enemies if she learns that they have redeeming qualities or if a tragic past led them to what they are. This makes her easily manipulative though.

Background

Runa is a first-class Pjofur, her parents were skilled in the fabrication of armours and weapons for off world exploration. The exact reason behind the accusation is unknown, but all of them were incriminated of conspiring against the royal family. No matter how much they tried, nothing worked to save them and they ended up executed except for Runa who managed to evade the execution thanks to her father, although instead of running away from her home, she tried to seek refuge, relying on her acquaintances. However, she was betrayed and exposed to the authorities on several occasions by people who were once close to her, this destroyed Runa's trust and forced her to take extreme measures: Fleeing her home planet and never return

Right after leaving Morgunstjarna, Runa almost lost her life in an accident due to her inexperience in the outside world but when it seemed that she would die a white-haired woman rescued her and temporarily took her in. Communication between the two was complicated due to the language barrier, the woman spoke a dead language that Runa could not decipher, leaving all her questions unanswered. One day, the woman disappears, leaving Runa with a ferret that would later be named Hele because it was able to see the future, ability that Runa would see as a blessing since it saved the inexperienced Pjofur multiple times from unfortunate situations

Not much is known about Hele. Apparently it is a pet that previously accompanied the White-haired woman. Hele got extremely attached to Runa after the disappearance of its original owner. Hele enjoys exploring and it tends to run away from the shelter that was previously the woman's place, much for Runa's annoyance. Hele has an affinity to steal whatever they see, including objects heavier and bigger than them

Hele can see the future and it often guides Runa to the right path

Fun facts&More about her:

★ Runa is inspired in Nanachi from Made in Abyss, Yotsugi Ononoki from Bakemomogatari and Peridot from Steven Universe

★ Runa dislikes rain and is afraid of thunderstorms

★ Originally in her firsts concepts she was going to have pink fluffy hair, blue eyes and blue clothes with a helmet made with the skull of a depredator with false ears. This was scrapped but she keep her helmet in the final product

★ She used to be really close to her parents and they teach her how to create armours since a young age. Thanks to what she learned, she created a helmet to protect her head

★ Runa dislikes her tail because she believes it is unnecessary and a burden. However, her tail became really useful in the outside world

★ She has Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Any mention of death or explicit depictions of it will trigger her

★ Runa always tries to evade conflicts

★ She uses her cynical behavior to keep herself safe and often does sarcastic comments on her sometimes absurd situations

Runa with her helmet!! (She made it by herself!)

And Hele!

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Main Blog featuring the Kirby Wolfbell Au: @zombiecicada

Want to see more art? Check out @zombie-art-n-doodles

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What started as a crackship AU has evolved into its own Kirby AU. And now I’m going to be doing an ask blog for it. I apologize in advance for any insanity, there will be an abundance of it.

To sum up the premise of the AU, it takes place in a universe that incorporates both the lore of the Kirby anime and the games. It primarily focuses on Flare (an unhinged rogue pjofur who holds within him an unstoppable cancerous-like computer virus fondly dubbed the turbo brain cancer) and CS (former salesman of NME now tragically in love with Flare) after Flare uses the virus to infect NME and give him and CS a chance to run away and experience the universe outside of the fortress.

All the while the GSA watches as their sworn enemies crumble under the weight of a rapidly spreading electronic virus, Susie catches wind of a potential profit should the virus be containable and capable of being weaponized: spoiler, it isn’t.

Rules:

-Any canon character and featured oc can be asked questions, either directly or indirectly. Questions about the lore in general can also be submitted.

-It’s a pretty +16 AU, it’s got Flare in it, here is your content warning. But that being said if Flare wouldn’t ask the question, neither should you.

-AU takes place during the time of the GSA being active, so this is quite a bit earlier than when Kirby and characters his age comes into the story!

-Your ocs can interact with the EA Characters if you want!

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Flare stared at the disaster he had caused, and as usual… his mind offered no remorse, no guilt, riding off the sensation of the adrenaline high. His hands are still trembling around his weapon he hadn’t exactly expected that to happen-…. Well! That was sure a fun fight! That had been entertaining while it lasted. He returned the weapon to his back, the black liquid smearing on his hands, and he tried to wipe it off on his sleeves.

His smile faltered when he heard a shriek, his gaze shifting to Milly. Only for a moment he didn’t see Milly, he saw another pjofur with long braided lilac purple hair.

Fight fight fight fight fight FIGHT FIGHT.

He blinked a few times, finally seeing the flappy, pupils expanding rapidly. It was like being hunted.

The adrenaline was leaving him, and he felt the painful levels of boredom creeping back into his head. Maybe… he didn’t have to leave just yet, he could probably take them without his gun if he tried hard enough.

He took another threatening step closer and his jaw snapped back out.

"What did I do now!?"

@kirbyoctournament

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Expression practice angst flavour addition

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Solelle and Circe belong to @basmuee

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Flare was busy minding his business when suddenly...

"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON-"

Something fell from the ceiling! And landed on Flare

"Pou... W... Where...?"

Now Flare did not like being near people. Most people? Most people he hated. Which… was unfortunate, when he also simultaneously hated being alone and under stimulated. But he was trying NOT to have anymore ‘biting people and causing them to turn into dark matter swordsmen that proceed to (rightfully) beat the shit out of him’ incidents so he opted to find a quiet isolated corner and busy himself with projects.

And then a fish landed on him! Because the universe saw it fit to mock him, it would seem!

Flare: HHHHHH….

His daze ended swiftly as his brain registered the voice and weight on his back, his icy gaze shot to where Fal was. Swiftly he got up, snatching the robot and hoisting him up eye level, a series of clicking emerging from the agitated pjofur.

Flare: Where the hell did you come from?

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So I have been reading Valfrey’s honour tier list over and thinking for a while about it. I considered doing it with Wolfbell since it is in fact supposed to be for the tourney contestants, but poor kid is both just a kid and also not finished her entire story. I feel as to judge her now when she has not yet come full circle and overcome her challenges would be unfair to her.

So we’re going to submit the bastard that is Flare Okarda. Who’s my current running oc to become the tourney participant in next year’s tournament (if there is one) and he has made it his personal goal to anger Valfrey as much as possible.

Valfrey of course belongs to @gethoce

For a quick summary of Flare’s character:

He is an original species called a pjofur, who through technological means have achieved ‘reincarnation’. A term used to describe a process in which the memories and personality of an individual are computerized and placed into an organic vessel in order to ‘bring someone back to life’, a process of which has long since robbed the species of their souls.

Flare is a rogue member of the pjofur society, formally known as Jokull, on his third reincarnation something happened and he developed a fatal logic error in his programming that caused him to descend into severe aggression and insanity.

Jokull eventually attacked his assigned romantic partner when she tried to check in on him, almost killing her. He stole a copy of the reincarnation equipment blueprint, deleted his all his backups, and fled the planet and became a fugitive, further descending into madness until he became someone else who couldn’t recognize himself as Jokull anymore, and this person named himself Flare after the intense feeling of being mentally burned alive he felt when he first lost control.

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One must live their life for a purpose such as serving a shogun or protecting one's people.

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Ah, purpose and servitude. Gross. Disgusting. Boo, even. Flare has a very rocky relationship with purpose and an even rockier time with the concept of serving someone or said purpose, stemming from his time as Jokull before being plagued by the fatal logic error.

Flare would admit his concept of both purpose and serving said purpose to be limited to one very far end of the spectrum, an extremism which has permanently spoiled his outlook on the overall concept making him unwilling to even try to accept there is other, kinder purposes and things to serve. All he can think about was that Jokull was always just intended to be an extension of Jakob. A trophy son and ticket to bragging rights. A cog in the machine only the machine sits in a glass box all shiny and squeak less and flawless.

That was what he had been brought into the world to do, and Jokull stripped himself of any and all individuality for it and denied himself anything that wasn’t serving the society. That was his purpose. His only purpose, for both of his reincarnations. Flare often says that Jokull played their game twice without a single selfish thought or complaint. And what good did it ever do him in the end? When the fatal logic error happened, all his fancy, glorious high end contributions to society did not buy him a single ticket of mercy and he was thrown into the fire.

Flare doesn’t want to be like him. He doesn’t want to ever be more fancy person calculator instead of a being. He’s not Jokull. He’s not the cog in the machine and wants no part of it. The society can rot for all he cares. He is going to live completely selfishly, he’s not going to bend to any one purpose, he’s going to have fun, and everyone else can kick rocks with their teeth.

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If left without a purpose one must make it their mission to find one.

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Flare’s commitment to having a purpose is equivalent to that to-do list you said you were going to make, and maybe you did but now it’s sitting somewhere in your workspace collecting dust.

He claims his purpose is to fuck around and find out, like how his prime goal with this is simply be the biggest disgrace to Valfrey’s honour code possible. To be free to do what he wants when he wants, ignoring he’s often at the mercy (of which there is none) of the fatal logic error that forces him to do things regardless if he actually wants to do them or not.

He is a force of destruction and chaos with no linear path or progression. His goals ever changing. For all his insistence that he does in fact have a purpose, he is stuck in place, making no true progress, hardly ever finishing the projects he starts before he loses track and jumps to something else, all while continuing his steady descent into further mental instability.

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Be the master of one's emotions, yet do not rob yourself of your whimsy for it’d poison your mind.

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Control is the last thing he has over his emotions. It’s like trying to control a tornado, or more accurately an intense electrical storm. He has severe emotional dysfunction, his thoughts and feelings and unyielding and uncontrollable torrent of lights and pulsing sounds that has no off switch.

He often describes his feelings as ‘you’re in a room and the lights are strobing and the speaker is on full volume and you have your hand in a bath of electrically charged water also the tag on the back of your shirt is itching you’.

Despite this, he often claims to be horribly bored and under stimulated. This leads him to being uncontrollably aggressive, and he will impulsively pursue experiences, no matter how unpleasant or risky they might be. Often this throws him into the path of combat, the aforementioned aggression Flare exhibits often unrivalled. These can manifest into unhinged outbursts known as flares.

Flare’s lack of control over how he feels stems back to the fatal logic error, which continuously misinforms the brain inside the vessel on how to manage chemicals and hormones, leading to disastrous outcomes and highly immoral decisions.

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Always be honest unless doing so risks the safety of those you swore to protect.

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Flare will lie without second thought if it will benefit him, Flare is rarely honest unless it’s to give his ‘honest opinion’ on you, and by that he means he’s going to insult the hell out of you. His one and only circumstance to always telling the truth is if you can get him to agree to a set of ‘game rules’ and make him join some game.

He’s not particularly sure why (he blames Jokull, as usual) but if he plays a game while he may not completely obey the rules, he will be completely and openly honest that he did in fact break the rules and a truthful explanation as to why he felt it was necessary to do so.

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Do not steal unless it is to protect.

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Flare steals about as easily as he tells lies and makes insults. You can bolt something down and that’s only a temporary solution especially if he decides he really wants that thing.

From stealing the copy of the reincarnation technology, to the player’s handbook he possesses (though he claims that he didn’t steal such he found it and while that’s technically true it wasn’t his to take) to arguably Jokull’s entire life and person, to the lives of several people, Flare has taken a lot. And he has really no intentions of stopping any time soon.

He’ll debate with you if stealing to protect himself from boredom or the brain itch of realllllllllly wanting that item is a valid loophole though!

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Do not sneak attack when a fair battle is possible.

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Flare isn’t necessarily one for sneak attacks, even if he has no issue employing them regardless of the ‘fairness’ of the battle. He often marches right up to his enemies, who, confused by his boldness that often falls into the range of being straight up suicidal, are rarely ready for him to launch into the levels of extreme aggression he is capable of, especially when he outwardly exhibits no means of causing notable levels of damage.

It truly depends on what the person has done to trigger his ire, but usually when such is triggered he will simply go straight into mauling whatever angered him, no warning and no declaration of battle. It is less a battle and more a vicious one sided attack resulting in murder.

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There is no honour in being outnumbered, use usually unfair tactics to even the playing field when the odds are stacked against you.

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The one and only rule of Valfrey’s that he can get behind. Flare often picks fights in which he’s at the disadvantage, causing him to employ surprisingly creative and effective tactics to gain an upper hand in a fight.

Flare’s primary tactic is to make combative use of his mind reading ability. By using such, he can see where his opponent will try to dodge to, allowing him to immediately turn his attack to that position, or get some kind of warning as to what his opponent(s) might have planned and counterattack. While he is unhinged and spontaneous, operating off the concept of ‘if I don’t know what I’m doing you sure as hell don’t’, he will briefly and with a surprising rate of success preform tactical actions based on what he gathers from his mind reading.

He is not afraid to fight dirty.

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Respect yourself, keep yourself healthy and well groomed.

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Respect is a concept Flare has very, very little of, much less respect for himself. Often at the whim of a self directed sadism, he will often cause himself harm or even cause his own death just for kicks and mental stimulation. Sometimes, death comes because he couldn’t be bothered to care for himself, he could tell you in graphic detail what the process of starving to death actually feels like.

He often looks like he has stuck his hand in a toaster, bags under his eyes are common, all too often some bone is fractured or broken and not being tended to, or some stab wound has been patched up in a messy hurry.

He insists there’s little reason to dedicate a lot of time and care to his vessel. It is replaceable and temporary. If he dies, or gets lethally hurt, he can simply make a new one. His attachment to himself, his vessel, even his identity, is held together by a few highly strained threads that might just snap at any second.

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Stay true to your principles.

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Hypocrisy is his middle name. Probably. Does his kind have middle names? He hates hypocrites. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he hates himself so much.

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Do not slaughter your own kin (members of your clan or similar concepts) unless they strike first.

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Oh look at that, one whole brownie point for him. He almost killed one of his kind, Jokull’s assigned partner, but he didn’t. And he’s not come in direct contact with any other members of his kind since.

But there’s not much stopping him from killing another member of his kind should they meet. They’ll probably just reincarnate anyways.

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Take vengeance on those who have wronged you or your kin.

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Oh he will. And he is. Not his kin, he doesn’t have any. But for himself absolutely. Kind of… Not really- he never has ever taken any kind of revenge on Jakob, or whoever it was who gave him the fatal logic error.

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Be polite and respectful to those who deserve it.

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For as smart as Flare is you could probably win a bet with him by telling him you’ll give him something if he can define two words of your choice, and if he needs to give you something.

And he’ll agree because he thinks you’re gonna pull out a word like pseudonym or tacenda, only you tell him to define politeness and respect and he just gives you a death glare instead.

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If one serves something like a clan or leader that disrespects them or otherwise goes against their principles the clan does no longer deserve to be named kin.

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….well, the queen can’t go against her principles of treating the society like a hive when she’s the one who set it up like that. And then Nightmare had no principles to begin with so can you REALLY break rules if they don’t even exist? But Flare would argue they’re both bitches so, maybe, that counts.

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Do not disrespect Valfrey.

Uhhh- Flare I don’t think that’s a good idea-

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The Onset: snippet

(Jokull/Fjola/Jakob)

Jokull tried to cease his shaking hands. How each finger suddenly seemed to have a mind of its own, twitching and jerking, urging him towards violence. His vision blurred. He refocused it, it started to blur again slowly.

He was seated. Slowly his eyes lifted to the three other pjofur in the room with him. His reincarnation technician, his assigned parent Fjola, and…and his father Jakob. They were talking, tones hushed and backs turned.

Talking about him, without him. He usually took parts in these conversations, he was an adult for fucks sake, he could deal with this, he didn’t need Jakob here, as if he was some child who didn’t yet have the knowledge and maturity to speak for themself.

He gripped his sleeves. He normally hid his hands, a now subconscious habit to hide how his hands only had four digits and significantly sharper nails. Perfect for strangling someone.

His breath left his chest in a shaky wheeze as the thought rattled around in his mind. Would he actually do that? Why did his mind insist that it would be easy to snap someone’s neck?

He hated that he was being talked about, how they kept casting looks over at him. They must think he’s absolutely crazy.

Finally, he stood up.

“I am not crazy,” he insisted, Fjola casting a look at him, gaze confused and almost pained. She never had looked at him like that before, but now she knew something was terribly wrong.

“We never said you were, Jokull.” She said gently.

“But you are thinking it!” Jokull spat.

“No, we weren’t. Now sit down and don’t be nosy.” Jakob fixed him with a look that in the past would’ve immediately had him sitting his ass right back done in the chair without another word. But this time it just made him infuriated.

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” He shrieked. “YOU MADE ME HAVE THE MIND SEEING JAKOB! YOU BROKE THE RULES!”

“Don’t listen to him he doesn’t know what he’s saying, there’s something wrong.” Jakob insisted quickly, but Jokull had seen the look of subtle alarm flicker across his features.

“And you did this to me! Didn’t you?” Jokull stepped closer, he had outgrown his father some time ago. All thanks to the ulfur genes he had used to make him with. “YOU DID THIS TO COVER UP YOUR MISTAKES!”

“Jokull, stop yelling,” Fjola pleaded, getting in between him and Jakob. “We know this isn’t your fault, it’s not Jakob’s fault either, we’re going to find what’s wrong and fix it so you can feel better.”

She took his hands, and he ripped them away before he could give into the urge to see how much force he needed to break both her hands.

“NO! No! No- Fjola don’t touch me,” he scrambled back, huffing heavily as everything felt too warm, his chest ached, his breathing picking up and eyes widening. He felt nausea. He felt like he was going to die.

“What’s happening to him?” Jakob looked over, but Jokull could hardly hear him, or what the reincarnation technician had to say as he gripped his chest tightly and slowly collapsed to the floor.

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Snippet: a student’s report on reincarnation

Bjarki Maisilva

Mr. Jakob Nugyara

SS 22-15-09-04

26th cycle, semi sextile, 3022 AS-R

Defying the Nature of Life and Death: the founding and developmental process of reincarnation.

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Death is a natural consequence to being a living organism.

For something to have a beginning, it needs to have an ending. Any system, with enough time, will break down and eventually become something else. That is, until you take into consideration the evolutions of systems. If nothing is permanent, under the right circumstances this can circle back and be applied to death.

The process of reincarnation, or as it’s properly scientifically known as, Synthetic Cortex and Vessel Animation, achieves a break in the cycle of life and death. Founded back in The Old Locale during 543 OL-ER the concept was pitched by a team of scientists who were concerned on the rate of which the society was advancing. With a rapidly progressing ice age encasing the planet of our origins, it was predicted that the time and knowledge lost to important individuals such as researchers, scientists, engineers and leaders dying would prevent a solution to the global climate change being found in time. In order to survive the death of our species, death itself had to be surpassed and the next step in evolution had to happen now.

There’s been a few people in modern times who say we should come up with a more catchy acronym than S.C.V.A, but I am on board with the original founders being more focused on literally defying death itself opposed to coming up with a catchy name, besides that’s why we just call it reincarnation nowadays.

At its core a very simplistic and straightforward concept. It did not take the scientists at the time long to formulate theories and hypotheticals to solving the problem, even with their technology being, by comparison to today’s standards, subpar.

Using various forms of imaging technology to capture a full scan of a subject’s brain, a digital copy of all its neurological pathways and functions is created. Brains are not terribly unlike computers, in the sense that it’s electrical signals being sent from point A to point B to order to accomplish tasks and move around information.

While originally intended to be used to simply create a copy of the brain (alongside a copy of donor’s body) grown from various stem cells taken from the donor, an unknown error occurred during first trials. The new copy behaved nothing like the donor, and had no memories of the original version. Effectively, they created an identical clone of the original, which in of itself was a major breakthrough, but it wasn’t the desired results. The clone later named herself Helga and became a recognized citizen of the society.

From there it was proposed that in order to make the new version an effective copy of the original, technological impute was required. This lead to the first model of what is nowadays referred to as the Identity Chip. This chip held all the memories, personality traits, and characteristics of the original individual, the idea being the chip would teach the vessel’s brain how it was supposed to act and what it was supposed to believe.

A second clone using the same method as Helga was used, creating the clone Erla. The end results of this trial were frankly terrifying, but enlightening nonetheless. The chip could not function long term with the body’s composition, Erla’s immune system eventually recognized the chip as a foreign body, attacking it and causing severe encephalitis that later proved fatal for the subject.

Some wanted to put an end to the trials and find another way, but the trials were continued and a solution was proposed. To change the composition of the body entirely, and instead of making the chip compatible with the vessel, making the vessel compatible with the chip.

The process of creating the modern vessels is its own scientific paper, to sum it up swiftly after some trial and error and experimentation with various different components, silicon based vessels opposed to the original carbon based bodies were found to be much more stable. Alongside being more stable, being a semiconductor already used in many modern electronics, it was highly compatible with the Identity Chip.

The change of composition also supported more efficient but volatile liquids instead of iron based blood, leading to the creation of hydrargyrum theraphone, which allowed for the vessels to survive harsher conditions including lower temperatures, granting more time until the full effect of the ice age hit and extending the deadline for a solution. Silicon is every bit as abundant as carbon, as well as also being able to create the same complex chains of molecules responsible for making DNA.

Vessels proved to be fairly pricy to make, even when using widely available, sustainable and therefore cheap materials. It was therefore proposed that the vessels be brought as close as possible to perfection: erasing all complications that could cause early expiration to the vessel.

According to long since archived records and backups in the Central Database from those times, this sparked quite the debate amongst the society of what was and wasn’t a ‘complication’. After much back and forth between the two sides, a decision was made by the queen at the time after hearing a statement from one of the main scientists working on the development of S.C.V.A.

“If to be pjofur is to forever be a disease riddled suffering animal stuck as is for all eternity, doomed to die in hell freezing over, I reject being pjofur.”

Not everyone was happy with this decision, and it lead to another debate shortly afterwards. After all, to eliminate death related to diseases and disorders lead to another concern: population control. If reincarnation became available to everyone, the vessels were designed to live longer than a natural lifespan, and everyone could just continue to have children, the population would rapidly reach an unsustainable level.

This debate ended with two conclusions:

1. The right of reincarnation would be an earned right, alongside such one could have this right revoked and an individual would only be allowed to reincarnate a specific amount of times.

2. That the vessels created would be completely sterile.

Naturally, one’s immediate reaction would be to point out that if we were all in a cycle of reincarnation where it was just the same set limit of people for the next couple thousand years, the society would eventually reach a point of becoming stagnant. No new variables to lead to new discoveries and ideas, a lack of variation in new opinions dooming the society every much as the ice age will if a solution is not found.

To such, scientists revisited the experiment that resulted in the creation of Helga, the copy without memories of the donor used to create her. Helga was approached and asked if she’d like to participate in further studies to solve the most recent hurdle in the S.C.V.A experiments. After securing her consent to rejoin the scientific trials, using the process used to create Helga, but instead using DNA samples taken from two individuals in with the goal of making a successful offspring with a vessel body opposed to Helga’s precursor body.

The results were successful, producing an individual that was later named Runar, who much like Helga retained no memories of either DNA donor, but displayed genetic traits of both donors, being a successful offspring of the originals so to speak. Such all accomplished without the risky, lengthy and painful process of childbearing, alongside the fact that Runar was made without being a carrier or being affected by disorders found in the donors. As Runar grew up and could preform in physical and intellectual trials, it was found that Runar’s ability to learn and preform tasks exceeded that of non vessel pjofur and Runar exceeded expectations.

During the time period of the conclusion of Runar’s trial, as well as a few more equally as successful replications to assure that a merit of results could be reached, a method was being devised to decide who was and wasn’t eligible for reincarnation. The debates on if or if not S.C.V.A was an ethical solution to saving the society was no longer active, the trials were in too deep and too much had been accomplished to back out now. The queen was onboard, as were many of the higher officials and other members of power.

The ice age had progressed significantly as well, and I think the remaining bits of the society were finally ready to face any remaining uncertainties if it meant avoiding a certain demise.

More and more of the population traded their bodies for vessels as they reached eligibility for reincarnation. To gain such there was a certain amount of qualifications one had to meet and a couple tests that had to be completed and passed. Naturally, not everyone did meet eligibility, and a debate on when a person becomes ‘worth saving’ came and went.

Nowadays, reincarnation is simply part of the society, the process since has been polished, any old errors and mistakes in coding and vessel creation are so rare and easy to catch and fix that many have come to dub the process as flawless, and we have long since left The Old Locale behind. The cold case of Jokull Nuygara is sometimes still resurfaces now and again, some wondering how safe the process really is.

But all we can do now is keep evolving, bettering ourselves, and serving the society, none of which would’ve been possible in the first place without the success of the S.C.V.A experiments.

[zombiecicada]

Reincarnation Is A Flawless Process, Nuff Said

It started small.

Just, his mind being unable to focus on a simple task. He had opened a document, and now, twenty minutes later he was still staring at it as if he expected the words to write themselves, mind completely elsewhere. It wasn’t particularly alarming at first, he HAD just been reincarnated, it was perfectly reasonable to believe that his new body was still ‘waking up’ and getting used to being used.

Jokull brushed it off, stepped back for a moment, walking over to the window to look out into the vast city, from his office he could see all the way to the dome’s wall and into the rocky inhospitable land that laid outside, stars shimmering. He breathed, he calmly reminded himself what he needed to do and how to do it. He had a responsibility, his work was of great importance, his kind and the society depended on him.

There was a reason why he had been chosen to be reincarnated.

His mind finally seemed to jog and he returned to his desk, sat down and got to work. He finished his tasks without any more of that blanking, and assumed that that was the end of that.

Oh how mistaken he was. It only got worse.

“Jokull? Jokull!”

His blue eyes shifted over to his coworker, his… his partner, who was staring at him with a look he wasn’t quite familiar with. Agitation, perhaps? He had never seen her upset with him before, yet again he had never just ignored her for five minutes straight before either.

“Yes?”

“I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes. You’ve just been staring off into space.”

The other pjofur’s light blue eyes narrowed a little bit.

“It isn’t like you to get lost in thought.”

She was right, it wasn’t like him. He ran a hand though his ginger hair, what had he even been so fixated on? He couldn’t recall.

“Apologies. My head has been… fuzzy since my reincarnation. I’m listening now, what were you saying?”

Fjola just sighed.

“You know, if you’re experiencing unusual side effects from your last reincarnation you should talk to the reincarnation technicians.”

“That seems unnecessary.” he gave a small wave of a hand. “Reincarnation is an almost completely flawless process, nobody has had a faulty reincarnation since the Old Locale. Besides, yours went fine, mine was done by the same technician.” Jokull sounded certain, and he was. “Now what did you want to tell me?”

His… coworker, proceeded to pull up some of his most recent work, which had several sections highlighted.

“I need clarification on what you were thinking when you wrote this. It’s.. it’s risky, daresay demented. Did you even write this?” Jokull took the tablet from her hands and began to read the highlighted parts. He was quick to see where her concerns were coming from.

“I.. I wrote this,” he confirmed, albeit with a tone of confusion to his voice. It was definitely his writing, but some of the things his article was proposing were exceptionally risky and bold in a way that didn’t sound like him at all. “But now that I’m rereading it, it seems a little crazed.”

“You need to go talk to the reincarnation technician.” Fjola pulled the tablet away from him. “There’s something wrong with you.”

The strangest sensation went off in his brain.

It was like she had physically lashed out at him, he felt the urge to bite back, to defy her, he never argued with her before because she was always right. Even now she was right, this wasn’t normal.

“……” he took a deep breath, wrangling whatever this feeling was under control. Argue argue argue fight fight fight his head unhelpfully seemed to chant, unsettling him more and more by the second.

“You’re right. I’ll go talk to them.” Jokull stood up, and without another word he left the room.

It was just a short tram ride to the reincarnation laboratory, the entire ride his mind seemed to bounce around. One moment he was thinking one thing, only for another thought to immediately barge in, before long it was like twenty people were talking all at once and he wasn’t sure what thought to pay attention to. His head hurt.

What was happening to him?

The tram arrived at the station, to his dismay despite his best effort to keep himself calm he felt annoyance and irritability. Normally he was a very, very patient person. Right now? People were in his way and he couldn’t leave fast enough. His mind was running rampant, jumping back and forth between outrageous and frankly terrifying thoughts.

Need to move need to move need stimulation need need need stop stop stop it.

Jokull pushed through the door in a daze, walking up to the reception desk, flashing his identification, though he was certain it wasn’t needed. Everyone knew who he was, he was one of the most important people besides the royal family themself!

“I need to talk to my reincarnation technician.” He uttered, ignoring that the receptionist’s first thought was ‘what is wrong with him?’ His pupils rapidly expanded, shrinking back down, earning him another concerned look. He didn’t know what was wrong with him this wasn’t normal! He was told to go take a seat while the technician was called, and he did, anxiety and energy coursing though his body until he got up and started to pace, his jaw filling the otherwise silent space with a series of clicks. Since when did he pace?

He barely heard his name being called by the technician, his eyes snapping over as the reincarnation technician walked up to him, casting him a concerned look.

“Something is wrong.” Jokull huffed through gritted teeth.

“Calm down, we’ll figure it out.” The technician assured, he recognized that it was supposed to be comforting, but the ginger haired pjofur found himself almost baring his teeth at them, his mind like a rabid dog. NO. Do NOT do that. He just followed a safe distance behind just in case his twitching hands acted without his permission.

He sat impatiently as the technician went through his records, giving a ‘huh’ after a moment.

“What?” Jokull demanded, a little harsher than intended.

“Your reincarnation was… paused about halfway through it.” They pulled up the screen for Jokull to see. He saw lots of graphs and charts, showing the process of the data transfer… there was a noticeable.. gap.

“Paused? Why would you pause it?” Jokull tilted his head a little, eyes squinting, he could see his pupils contracting in the mirror behind them. The technician shook their head.

“No, I didn't pause it.”

“What do you mean you didn’t pause it? Who did than?”

“……”

“You weren’t there watching to make sure nothing bad happened?!” Jokull’s voice raised and he couldn’t help but let his jaw snap forward, and the technician flinched harshly back in their seat.

[zombiecicada]

It started small.

Just, his mind unable to focus on a simple task.

He had opened a document, and now, twenty minutes later he was still staring at it as if he expected the words to write themselves, his mind completely elsewhere. It wasn’t particularly alarming at first, he HAD just been reincarnated, it was perfectly reasonable to believe that his new body was still ‘waking up’ and getting used to being used.

Jokull brushed it off, stepped back for a moment, walking over to the window to look out into the vast city, from his office he could see all the way to the dome’s wall and into the rocky inhospitable land that laid outside, stars shimmering. He breathed, he calmly reminded himself what he needed to do and how to do it. He had a massive responsibility, his work was of great importance, his kind depended on him. The society depended on him.

There was a reason why he had been chosen to be reincarnated.

His mind finally seemed to jog and he returned to his desk, sat down and got to work. He finished his tasks without any more of that blanking, and assumed that that was the end of that.

Oh how mistaken he was. It only got worse.

“Jokull? Jokull!”

His blue eyes shifted over to his coworker, his… his partner, who was staring at him with a look he wasn’t quite familiar with. Agitation, perhaps? He had never seen her upset with him before, yet again he had never just ignored her for five minutes straight before either.

“Yes?”

“I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes. You’ve just been staring off into space,” the other pjofur’s light blue eyes narrowed a little bit. “It isn’t like you to get lost in thought.”

She was right, it wasn’t like him. He ran a hand though his ginger hair, what had he even been so fixated on? He couldn’t recall.

“Apologies. My head has been… fuzzy since my reincarnation. I’m listening now, what were you saying?”

Fjola just sighed. “You know if you’re experiencing unusual side effects from your last reincarnation you should talk to the technicians.”

“That seems unnecessary,” he gave a small dismissive wave of a hand. “Reincarnation is a flawless process, nobody has had a faulty reincarnation since the Old Locale. Besides, yours went fine, mine was done by the same technician.” Jokull sounded certain, and he was. “Now what did you want to tell me?”

His… coworker, proceeded to pull up some of his most recent work, which had several sections highlighted in bold orange.

“I need clarification on what you were thinking when you wrote this. It’s.. it’s risky, daresay demented. Did you even write this?” Jokull took the tablet from her hands and began to read the highlighted parts. He was quick to see where her concerns were coming from.

“I.. I wrote this,” he confirmed, albeit with a tone of confusion to his voice. It was definitely his writing, but some of the things his article was proposing was exceptionally risky and bold in a way that didn’t sound like him at all. “But now that I’m rereading it, it seems a little crazed.”

“You need to go talk to the technician.” Fjola pulled the tablet away from him. “There’s something wrong with you.”

The strangest sensation went off in his brain.

It was like she had physically lashed out at him, he felt the urge to bite back, to defy her, he never argued with her before because she was always right. Even now she was right, this wasn’t normal.

“……” he took a deep breath, wrangling whatever this feeling was under control. Argue argue argue fight fight fight his head unhelpfully seemed to chant, unsettling him more and more by the second.

“You’re right. I’ll go talk to them.” Jokull stood up, and without another word he left the room.

It was just a short tram ride to the reincarnation laboratory, the entire ride his mind seemed to bounce around. One moment he was thinking one thing, only for another thought to immediately barge in, before long it was like twenty people were talking all at once and he wasn’t sure what thought to pay attention to.

His head hurt.

What was happening to him?

The tram arrived at the station, to his dismay despite his best effort to keep himself calm he felt annoyance and irritability. Normally he was a very, very patient person. Right now? People were in his way and he couldn’t leave fast enough. His mind was running rampant, jumping back and forth between outrageous and frankly terrifying thoughts.

Need to move need to move need stimulation need need need stop stop stop it.

Jokull pushed through the door in a daze, walking up to the reception desk.

“I need to talk to my reincarnation technician.” He uttered, ignoring that the receptionist’s first thought was ‘what is wrong with him?’ and he wrangled his mind reading back under control. He didn’t know what was wrong with him this wasn’t normal! He was told to go take a seat while the technician was called, and he did, anxiety and energy coursing though his body until he got up and started to pace. Since when did he pace?

He barely heard his name being called by the technician, his eyes snapping over as the technician walked up to him, casting him a concerned look.

“Something is wrong.” Jokull huffed through gritted teeth.

“Calm down, we’ll figure it out.” The technician assured, he recognized that it was supposed to be comforting, but the ginger haired pjofur found himself almost baring his teeth at them, his mind like a rabid dog. NO. Do NOT do that. He just followed a safe distance behind just in case his twitching hands acted without his permission.

He sat impatiently as the technician went through his records, giving a ‘huh’ after a moment.

“What?” Jokull demanded, a little harsher than intended.

“Your reincarnation was… paused about halfway through it.” They pulled up the screen for Jokull to see. He saw lots of graphs and charts, showing the process of the data transfer… there was a noticeable.. gap.

“Paused? Why would you pause it?” Jokull tilted his head a little, eyes squinting, he could see his pupils contracting in the mirror behind them. The technician shook their head.

“No I didn’t pause it.”

“What do you mean you didn’t pause it? Who did than?”

“……”

“You weren’t there watching to make sure nothing bad happened?!” Jokull’s voice raised, and the technician flinched back in their seat.

[cicada-reblogs-stuff]

Flare blinked a few times at the sparkles, gaze flicking to one that landed on his arm. Like a cat with a laser pointer he tried to smack his hand down on it, but when he lifted it the sparkle was gone.

He shook his hand a bit, as if to make sure there was no secret sparkly things stuck in his palm, and then once again crossed his arms.

Flare: Yeah my kind, pjofur, doesn’t leave their home world all that often, so we aren’t a very common sight.

The whole time Flare had been in fact making more of those clicking noises, before a slow, sly smirk appeared on his face. And he let his piston jaw slide out of its socket, indeed the noise it made as it popped outwards produced a loud click like all the others he had made.

Flare was busy minding his business when suddenly...

"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON-"

Something fell from the ceiling! And landed on Flare

"Pou... W... Where...?"

Now Flare did not like being near people. Most people? Most people he hated. Which… was unfortunate, when he also simultaneously hated being alone and under stimulated. But he was trying NOT to have anymore ‘biting people and causing them to turn into dark matter swordsmen that proceed to (rightfully) beat the shit out of him’ incidents so he opted to find a quiet isolated corner and busy himself with projects.

And then a fish landed on him! Because the universe saw it fit to mock him, it would seem!

Flare: HHHHHH….

His daze ended swiftly as his brain registered the voice and weight on his back, his icy gaze shot to where Fal was. Swiftly he got up, snatching the robot and hoisting him up eye level, a series of clicking emerging from the agitated pjofur.

Flare: Where the hell did you come from?

[cicada-reblogs-stuff]

Flare certainly carried himself like a wild animal, walking in a mannerism almost akin to prowling or stalking, muscles tense as if ready to strike the second whatever threat he seemed to be anticipating became apparent.

He glanced over his shoulder hearing the mumble, raising a brow for a moment, a couple of clicking noises emerging, before the pjofur rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head. Not his circus not his monkeys, the sooner he got Fal out of his hair the sooner he could go back to working on the project he had started.

Flare: Don’t just float there or I’ll leave you behind.

Flare was busy minding his business when suddenly...

"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON-"

Something fell from the ceiling! And landed on Flare

"Pou... W... Where...?"

Now Flare did not like being near people. Most people? Most people he hated. Which… was unfortunate, when he also simultaneously hated being alone and under stimulated. But he was trying NOT to have anymore ‘biting people and causing them to turn into dark matter swordsmen that proceed to (rightfully) beat the shit out of him’ incidents so he opted to find a quiet isolated corner and busy himself with projects.

And then a fish landed on him! Because the universe saw it fit to mock him, it would seem!

Flare: HHHHHH….

His daze ended swiftly as his brain registered the voice and weight on his back, his icy gaze shot to where Fal was. Swiftly he got up, snatching the robot and hoisting him up eye level, a series of clicking emerging from the agitated pjofur.

Flare: Where the hell did you come from?

[zombiecicada]

Flare: Kid? Hah! I’m probably older than you are!

How… old was he again? Bleh. He’d do math lat-

The sound of the sword hitting the back of Flare’s skull didn’t make the noise you’d expect. It sounded like Shade had just hit metal.

Well. Maybe he ought to learn by now to not get distracted. Would that lesson stick for long? Absolutely not. That, that had definitely been the vessel’s access port for his Identity Chip. The fact that he had not immediately shut down like an unplugged computer informed him that it had not in fact broken his Identity Chip, just likely broken the port.

Ugh. That was a pain in the ass to fix too.

And then Shade’s arms were around him trying to choke him out, and his entire body did that weird crawling sensation whenever anything living touched him and several loud clicks emerged from the pjofur as he tried to struggle. Before finally the source of the clicking was made clear: it was Flare, or more specifically it was his upper jaw, which suddenly snapped forwards in a terrifying display of sharp teeth and muscle.

And then he made every effort to bite Shade’s arm with every once of strength he had, instead of trying to pull or throw off Shade, his nails gripped down to try and keep Shade from being able to escape being bitten.

"What did I do now!?"

@kirbyoctournament