１２００．// sero //

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try out for kalon １２００ - do not post ^^

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Chapter 2. His Story

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page 7. Sero
page 8. Life
page 9. Hero

The End

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Chapter 1. Framework

page 1. Venus
page 2. Mars
page 3. The Fight

Interlude: Him

page 4. traits/powers
page 5. personality

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...and a long long time ago, further back than the existence of any of us:
Venus and Mars were homes to life, to things very alike, yet further apart than anything else.
Who knows what the residents had called their planets, but they were civilized beings with their own world.

This is where a long forgotten story had taken root.

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[finch.]

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a bright speck in the sky —
so beautiful, named venus
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sure, they were wrong — venus is now known to us as a ball of lava and scorching heat. but even longer ago, the astronomers were right

the residents of the second planet in our system — these are the aliens of venus — of course, they would probably not consider themselves to be aliens — but that is what they are to us — civilized creatures so different from us, but more similar than we'd expect — living on a planet that is unrecognizable to the venus we know now

its sweet water flows viscously like honey, but is still clear and light — the clinging dew is even sweeter — homes are built and intertwined into the trees, the streams, the caves: entangled in a lover's embrace — birds sing their melodies into the crisp air — all their four seasons are beautiful: summers seemingly without the overly sweltering suffocation, and their winters cold enough to tickle your nose but never enough to bite your fingers and toes — a seeming oasis utopia.

this is where the aliens of venus live

the aliens of venus were as sweet to their homes as their homes were to them — treated with care, giving and taking from nature as was meant to be — their expansion is the delicate flutter of a butterfly's wing — natural nomads, they live on each habitable planet alongside the natural state

"[growing] steadily with purpose"

[finch.]

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ＨＯＭＥ　ＴＯ　ＴＨＥ　”ＣＹＢＯＲＧＳ”．

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as we already know today, and mars too, once had
their own life — the carvings of water telling us th
eir own story

and here are the residents of mars, cyborgs — their
flesh and bones intertwined with the machines they
birthed — their architecture is as formidable as it is
beautiful — thin smog and the sound of gears pumpi
ng steam always fill the air — the chugging sounds
of productivity and innovation never stop

they take and they conquer whatever they set their
— eyes on, be it achievements or other planets — th
ey are of a world built on structure — it is hard to fi
nd natural green here, and any where they touch so
on follows

they scoff at the seeming "mindlessness" of the aliens
their placidity with being only as they are — to not re
ach higher lengths in the chain of their system — so m'
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yet funny enough, many generations back — these
residents had originated from that second planet
in our system, venus — yes indeed, they came fr
om the place they hated most

not all could happily live through such a natural
way — truly—you could say all beings are born
"evil" — a natural instinct for greed, is it not the
driving force of survival and existence?

but the strict rules of society saw the end of any
one who tried out out step their lines — rouge gr
oups would form and mutter their dissatisfaction
— they who would create their own discoveries,
even at the harm of their planet — they who wou
ld not shackle themselves

and so they, who detested their lack of material,
lack of owning — ran away onto another planet,
the one we name mars with the ability to create
their own atmosphere — they create their own b
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they ran away, past another planet, our earth, onto the fourth planet in our skies — far enough to be left un
bothered, yet close enough to monitor each other — the loyal aliens of venus scoffed at their foolishness, th
eir nerve — they would run and run and run out soon enough the aliens thought

now, they are organisms so far removed from the aliens of venus they can no longer be even considered such
they are cyborgs, living beings of supported metal and machine

and so was the story of mars and their cyborgs the aliens of ven'us they can noo'nger be even considered — ✦
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as the cyborgs continued their expansion — the never ending
quest of more and more — conquering more and more
— the aliens grew restless

and then they tried to touch earth

the aliens and cyborgs argued and disputed many many times
before — ever since the beginning, when the defiant group of
aliens first left venus — but this was far too close home

and it spiraled and spiraled and war broke — they constantly
fight and fight yet one could never up the other — because at
roots, they were the same beings weren't they? — and for yea
rs and generations and much longer, they continue to fight in
their stalemate — a constant battle that would never end

the cyborgs were fierce in their avaricious conviction — and
now, they have made a breakthrough

and it was proved, perhaps coincidentally, we named mars —
such a fitting name as well — and with their technology they
created weapons of mass destruction — the god of war
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- hair edit
- custm shine

nonrarity
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- long life

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but... but more of an oracle.
his mind is a crystal ball

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he can see into the memories of anything
but must be physically with the "thing" to get whole scope
for looking into cognitive memory it depends on that subject's recollection/perspective of it is
for example, if someone remembered a red balloon instead of a blue balloon, he would see a red balloon
he can read into pictures as well
pictures capture that specific presence of feelings and thoughts in that instant but nothing else (i.e past)

organisms/life - reading is much more like idea of mind reading, seeing, full on senses
if not alive, i.e a rock - much more feelings of experiences rather than "seeing" as well. ho
w can a rock see or smell or taste, etc
for example, a rock, he'd be able to sense the feelings of when it's being touched
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amount of how dull should be respective to how much action it gets
like for sand, it would be a lot more colorful because sand (at top layers) is involved in many things
being passed around, organisms everywhere

and for a rock, deep deep down in the earth just sitting in there for years years years with
no interaction with organisms its gonna be a bit. dulling
if that rock was involved in anything more active though, again, that would "feel" more intresting
like the creation of an igneous rock spewed out of a volcano

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- minimalistic
even beyond the standard of living for aliens/venus residents,
because he is able to see the feelings of all around him he
would rather take and use as little for himself as possible.
- empathetic
as you could probably expect, he is very empathetic because
of his powers. sero is someone who can perfectly put himself
into other peoples shoes and actually understand all of their
feelings.
- kind
due to being so empathetic, he is extremely kind. after all,
if he were to inflict pain he would be able to feel those
feelings himself.

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- mellow
because of his understanding nature, it is almost impossible
for him to get angry or lash out. rather if something upsets
him, he would feel disappointed and sad.
- soothing
with all this combined, he gives a very calming aura. you
know in his presence there is no judgement or spite, you
wouldn't be able to help feeling relaxed with him.
- wise/sage
sero is very understanding and open minded, alongside he
has very extensive knowledge of information from what
nature tells him

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ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧＳ — summer, year xx1004; to; hundreds of years later

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in a quaint village in venus, as all villages were on venus — springing with him were saccharine flowers that smelled like dashes of sunshine — they had wondered where this kid had come from — and they thought to themselves, it must be something beyond us —and he was left alone

but he was never truly lonely

growing steadily and seemingly forever — just like that young willow that swayed delicately over the lake — an eternal presence

and the life around him bestowed gifts — birds bringing in cloth by the dying sheep — the fish swam excitedly around him, endeared — an honor to them

the life around loved him — as he was the missing piece that listened to their unspoken words — the sand would express to him grand stories of their adventures from shore to shore — their beginnings of their life that started long before he

and they would ask to be melted down into the glasses he now wore — vision blurred yet far clearer than anyone else — company for as long as he lived, was our hero

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ＳＥＲＯ — mid spring, year ???

. . . many years later

he is wrapping the bandage around the small animal's leg
the young animal so tiny, it was a mere bundle of white with red stain

a small kid tumbles from the bushes
marred with small scratches all over
the wounded animal startles
our hero turns and blinks, once, twice

they ruffle themselves
shaking the leaves clinging to their body
regaining their bearings
and our hero is dunk into an ocean of childish glee and impulse
submerging into an explosion of tickling green with soft caramel fur
grabby paws sticky and clinging
vertical lines of red blooming like the flowers all around

their gaze locked with our hero's
and the kid's eyes enlarged with wonder
mister! you have plants growing all over your body!

our hero, his eyes twinkled with amusement
yes, indeed i do

and he smiles in understanding
i don't think you should play with the little animals like that
now the kid blinks up at him—once, twice
amazement sprouts on their face
and with a mellow whisper he said
would you like me to care for your wounds?
the kid nods slowly, their wonder being quickly replaced with acceptance

he finishes wrapping the cloth around the animal's leg before moving onto the kid
the animal and kid continues to watch silently as he moves
the leaves swayed softly in the wind, consenting
they have already grown and spread their offspring in the tender breeze this year and many years before
they would be happy to help
and so he plucks their flowers and grinds them up and heals the kid

almost like a magician, an angel
in a trance, their pain almost seemed to melt away
wind chimes tinkling came the kid's voice, mouth agape
mister, are you magic?
he shaked his head gently
there were no tricks here

and as children do, their focus quickly switches, landing itself on the wounded ball of fluff beside him
face so honest of their want, just barely restraining themselves
our hero puffs out a small sound of mirth
couldn't they be considered a wounded ball of fluff themselves?
do you want to touch?

the kid blinks up at him, eyes wide, a smile growing on their face
they smile so wide their eyes fold into small crescents
what's your name plant mister?
past his glasses, he blinks down at him, once, twice
i don't know. i was never given one.

it is the kid's turn to stare again
an amiable silence hung, eye contact never wavering
the kid's eyes held lakes glistening in the sun
what about sero?

he smiles in response
sero? that sounds nice. thank you.

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word spread
and the villagers had begun trickling in, seeing him for their injuries
in a steady wave it expanded from the few locals, to the village, to the villages surrounding, and then their surroundings
there was also the constant war, and so never was a short supply of wounds to treat

with such frequent occurrence, he took to growing his own material
sero now resides in a green house
the walls of glass panes filter in dazzling rays of sun
he slept amongst the pots of young, lime-green sprouts
they would wave their leaves excitedly as he passed, even when they already saw him everyday
white bell flowers bobbing and whispering greetings

he lived through life as he always did, the people seeking help only an extra addition
and life was a calm constant

but one day of every month was special
every month the kid would visit again and again
time counted by the inches they grew
and year by year would sero document the kid's growth
written in a worn down leather notebook, his first gift
a special section portioned off and dedicated
amid the scrawls of stories the insects would tell him and the mixture notes for his medicine

before, the kid had visited him every single day
but as they grew larger and larger, responsibilities amount
the time they could afford dwindled
sero did not mind

but faithfully still, one day of every month would they visit
and in due time, they ebbed away with the fading functionality of their limbs
the leather book, now full to the brim with his scribbles

sero closed his eyes
he was neither sad nor devastated, only understanding
and over where their body lays, he grows a tree

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days flew by quicker with the sudden influx of injured people
he noticed more and more soldiers had started to visit
it was almost an insane amount
his once homely greenhouse now crawled outwards

even with the countless volunteers now under his arm
day and night end there was no rest

the tone of story had shifted into one of panic

he purses his lips, eyebrows drawn in contemplation
sero did not mind much the work, that was something inane to him
but what worried him instead was what the gashes spoke to him
although no words were ever exchanged
he saw tears, breaths held in fear, yelling and red
so much red
an endless cycle of disfigured bodies
whispers of weapons made of death itself

now he saw fame, official recognization throughout all of venus
they looked upon him as an angel, their hero and savior
sero thought nothing of this

it was simple to him, he had no reason to not help
he would never stop helping, even when each laceration threw him into visions of torment

it kept him up some nights
he knew the world held cruelty, he was no child
that was no surprise
but the thought of how far it extended consumed him with depression

his simpleness breeds complexity
he did not understand why must there be so much unneeded selfishness
but he did—and that was much worse
acknowledging just how hateful the world could be

he used to be happier, when all he knew was the grass and skies around
nature was far more beautiful in comparison to the evils of mind
even the natural order had needed no thought to accept
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he becomes too known, too important
he becomes an important target
the government pleads with him that day, to go into hiding, underground where he can continue to treat
to continue being important
he stubbornly refuses, fearing if he gave in
he would truly become hateful of the world they lived

they leave him for now, full intentions of coming the next day
you could call him a fool
this one decision of childishness to be his down fall
the refusal to accept the world could be so ugly and bitter

and so in a funny turn of events, that very night
he is woken by the sound of screeches and destruction and footsteps
the pounding march of their advancements
tearing down his door he sits there

he stares sadly at the machinery cluttered around their frames
and engulfing his mind was the sense of absence and longing
of being pulled away from that dark and scorching home, unearthed into light and beaten into shape
with machines that screamed foreign
long and far removed from home
resting on the moving organism of one else
eating away their home
unnatural

and so he cried
for the first time since he opened his eyes
the fat drowning tears engulfed and blurred his vision to nothing
but still ringing in his head was the longing
the feeling of wrongness
ringing in high pitch their sad whispers "i should not be here"

now with fire roaring and screams filling the silence of night
now filled with understanding, he posed no resistance
he looks up at them, face blank, tension seeping out of his body
he was neither sad nor devastated, only understanding

destroyed was he, his work, his people, and his home

a beautiful hole opened up his chest to the world
and up in flames went his existence and all proof of it


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when he dies
the aliens, the birds, the sheep, and seas would weep
as sun and moon chased each other day after day they weep
the clouds would pour their tears that birthed puddles on frigid metal
clearing the tainted and polluted air
and forever would they weep
as one by one they were struck down
swallowed hungrily out of existence

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everything had spiraled down quickly after the creation of those weapons
the once beautiful surface of venus was now marred with large craters
gushing lava and death — complete annihilation
the few lucky escapees remaining crawled towards earth for salvation
quietly living in constant fear of being found

and in a long yet drastically short time afterwards
mars had been sucked dry, there was no more power
machinery no longer functionable
and the cyborgs died one by one
you could say their life had finally run out as well

the few aliens left found new salvation in earth
where the long process of civilization grew once more

with the destruction of both homes by the war
aliens and cyborgs now only sparsely litter the galaxy elsewhere
far, far, far away from earth

in the end, there is no clear winner
the cyborgs had died but won the war
the aliens had gotten their karma
but was left with the grief

and whispered down the generations is this long forgotten tale

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and the story ended there
you finally noticed the wetness on your cheeks and you laughed incredulously
it's just a story you made up, it doesn't matter
you exhale a strange feeling of burden and exhaustion out of your body, a weight like sand
and closed the leather cover

it's time for you to go now.

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bleh author notes
honestly i'm not the best at writing and it felt like this form is 90% writing based.. so lol i hope it turns out okay to others seeing this. i sound way too vague and overly edgy half the time so i hope that floats your boat. i seriously got way too deep into the story without realizing fjkd...
AND HISTORY REPEATS!!! well, only on earth this time

WMD - official acronym for "weapon of mass destruction" i.e, like a nuke


writing @finch.
coding @finch.
music @finch.
art @finch.
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song count: 4

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