Editing Natural souls/Additional Souls

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== Additional Souls ==
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Additional souls can be obtained with [[Rewards]] points.

These come with flavour text. So far, the following have been received:
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!Character
!Date
!Type
!Flavour
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|<span id="yesdoubt-1">Momo {{DWUser|yesdoubt|(|)}}</span>
|2025-08-10
|Fungi (Wild)
|{{KarteriaQuote|What Momo hears is particularly unearthly... or particularly ''earthly'', to view it another way. It's like his ears are being clogged with something, distorting everything around him into a dull, oddly-meaty ''throb''. Is it a pulse, or some other kind of beat? It grows louder, closer, and conveys with it a sense of ominous suffocation, as though his own heart, his own essence was being drowned out along with the rest of the world....
It vanishes just as quickly as it came, and the sudden clarity in its wake might be its own form of disorienting. Altogether the experience only lasts for a few minutes, but it might have felt like it took much longer.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}628120#cmt628120 Momo Fungi}}

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|<span id="hallankind-1">Johann {{DWUser|hallankind|(|)}}</span>
|2025-08-06
|Spectral
|{{KarteriaQuote|wow it turns up i'm not doing flavor text here either
|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}619416#cmt619416 Johann Spectral}}

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|<span id="northling-1">Northly {{DWUser|northling|(|)}}</span>
|2025-09-01
|Arthropoda
|{{KarteriaQuote|Congratulations to Northly on her acquisition of one(1) stray Arthropoda soul! 
Along with the immediate pain at the soul's acquisition, she will hear a quiet skittering, chittering sort of noise in the back of her head. It will ''feel'' like something is crawling in there too, a disconcerting sort of invasion, as though her bones were being trampled upon by an uncertain amount of very small, very light legs. It's itchy in the worst sort of way, and the sound builds into a hiss. It's hard to tell whether it's from one or many throats, or whether it's a throat at all that's producing it. 

After a handful of minutes it fades away, and Northly is free to enjoy her new soul buddy.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}663192#cmt663192 Northly Arthropoda}}

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|<span id="opposed-1">Mel {{DWUser|opposed|(|)}}</span>
|2025-10-18
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|There is always space for more Horrors....
Alongside the considerable discomfort of the wayward soul slotting itself into place, are voices, just at the edge of Mel's hearing. Beyond her hearing, really, as the conversation slips in and out of range.

''"--too simple, too limited..." "...even raising predators for?"''

''"...settled..." "--can be culled, but we can't send just cattle--"''

Even in its near-unintelligibility, it provokes a sense of immense '''frustration.''' But there's nothing to sink your teeth into.

|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}786584#cmt786584 Mel Carnivora}}

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|<span id="bloodypath-1">Hubert {{DWUser|bloodypath|(|)}}</span>
|2025-10-18
|Perissodactyla (wild)
|{{KarteriaQuote|In addition to the physical discomfort, Hubert will also find himself abruptly unconscious. How delightful! He could probably use the rest; holidays are exhausting in their own way.
Hubert should also be used to by now, the carnival version of the Katalyth music. Here it is again, invading his dreams. With it is a bubbling of voices all around him, the conversation of a crowd, just out of sight. 

<code>...maybe this will help? Even if, oh-</code> 

<code>I think we're too late? ❌ He's already 🥺</code>

<code>We can't take it back         that's okay ...</code>

<code>Please take good care of it. 🥹Please take good care of us</code>

...somehow the emojis are audible too. But it ends, and Hubert may awaken, free to explore whatever the hell just happened.

|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}789400#cmt789400 Hubert Perissodactyla}}

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|<span id="bleude-1">Vanitas {{DWUser|bleude|(|)}}</span>
|2025-10-24
|Spectral
|{{KarteriaQuote|Vanitas really out there enhancing his lifestyle....
It's barely audible- mostly inaudible, really- but in the midst of that pain as the second soul settles in, there's voices whispered deep in his head.

''"Where do you think-- ...? No one's seen-- .....for years now."''

''"....this again... but it would be convenient-- ...our own."''

With it, even sharper than the pain, is an absolute '''wrath''', a suffocating blackness of utter hatred, but you drown in it before you can drown anything else.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}803480#cmt803480 Vanitas Spectral}}

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|<span id="viciousabyss-1">Elijah {{DWUser|viciousabyss|(|)}}</span>
|2025-10-24
|Cephalopoda
|{{KarteriaQuote|Eli living the luxurious life here, complete with a new soul friend....
When the soul arrives, alongside the requisite pain of its implantation- are voices, just at the edge of his hearing. 

''"--you to stop talking with it. It's not real debate- just imitation--"''

''"...when you-- ...it almost looks like it's still intelligent."''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}803992#cmt803992 Eli Cephalopoda}}

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|<span id="feistro-1">Pom {{DWUser|feistro|(|)}}</span>
|2025-11-22
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|What is a Pom for, but to fit ever more [https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/file/153723.png dogs] inside?
There's the pain, as this strange new soul slips its way in, finding a home for itself in the cold of the world. But with it are voices, faint and fading, as lost as everything else it had once been.

''"...third time this week. Is this batch faulty...  ...the implantation?"'' 

''"...back yet... but what do you bet we're only using these because there's so many?"''

You feel '''trapped'''. The words mean progressively less to you until there's nothing left.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}870040#cmt870040 Pom Carnivora}}

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|Pal {{DWUser|megatheorem|(|)}}
|2025-11-29
|Cnidaria (wild)
|{{KarteriaQuote|A pal to cnidarias the world over, or at least to this specific wayward soul. A sharp pain comes with its implantation, as though on the receiving end of intangible stingers.
In the midst of it is sound, sharp and oddly clear, though piecemeal, as though only fragments have survived of some much greater piece. 

It's something ''old''. The conversation clips in and out, but the speakers (at least two of them, but it's hard to tell for certain) sound insistent, even desperate. What they're saying is incomprehensible. But it doesn't feel like gibberish; it's a language, but not the one currently spoken on Pathos, the one that's been implanted inside every Augmented One to ease communication with the locals. 

You feel... '''detached'''. This has very much to do with you, but you're indifferent to it. You're patient, and in their haste they will leave an opening. All you have to do is wait.

....The sound cuts off, taking the foreign impressed emotions with it, leaving nothing behind but a sore neck and a new friend.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}893080#cmt893080 Pal Cnidaria}}

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|Dorothea {{DWUser|reprisings|(|)}}
|2025-12-02
|Arthropoda
|{{KarteriaQuote|The pain is sudden, the sharpness coming all at once, a throb that's in itself almost deafening. At the edges of it are words, like a conversation held at Dorothea's periphery.
''"...surprised, you know. ...things, but the souls, they're as large as...."''

''"... ...heard? ... ....most of the souls we're working with need... .....broken down, allowed to meld together to create something more..... using the result."''

Your head is a mess, as if a thousand different voices were screaming at once, and not in any kind of unison. One after another they die out, until yours is the only one left.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}917656#cmt917656 Dorothea Arthropoda soul}}

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|Tighnari {{DWUser|sighnari|(|)}}
|2025-12-05
|Fungi (wild)
|{{KarteriaQuote|Has all that effort communing with the mushrooms paid off, or is it a coincidence that Tighnari has gotten himself worse than spored....
No voices accompany the arrival of this soul, only the pain, the burn as it attaches itself, demanding a place even if it had been welcomed in. Which isn't to say that there's not still sound of a sort, though it's more of a ''sensation''. A moment of feeling '''connected''' to the ground beneath him, but in a way that's different from that of his Terra soul. 

A sense of being connected to the whole of the island- even radiating beyond it, stretching towards the rest of Pathos, with the faintest of echoes coming from across the ocean. Immense pain comes with it, but it's also... detached, peculiarly endurable, agony turned into an abstract concept. A heightened awareness of Katalyth, of arcane radiation? This feeling of being connected passes quickly, but it leaves a lingering impression of the ''enormity'' of radiation in the world. And that it's '''old'''. New to Pathos, perhaps, but old.|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}922264#cmt922264 Tighnari Fungi}}

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|Rowan {{DWUser|ralliesprotests|(|)}}
|2025-12-06
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|Unrelated is the sudden attachment of a new soul, a piercing pain in their neck akin to having jaws closed around it. Somehow, rather than aggression it conveys '''desperation.'''
Alongside it is sound, a nearly-inaudible itch of it, in the back of their head.

''"....to train. ....manageable than the first batch. Look, it stopped."''

''"...don't like it. It's eerie... ....malformed, I don't...  ....getting out. ... ...the point, to be dangerous, but we need better failsafes than the Calling."''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}922520#cmt922520 Rowan Carnivora}}

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|Kaeya {{DWUser|shadowsincryo|(|)}}
|2025-12-27
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|There's so many wolves out there that need homes- and this one has found its way into Kaeya. As with all soul implantations there's pain, a spike of it that radiates through everything. And with it, sound.
The voices go in and out of range, a palpable frustration in them that doesn't compare to yours. You wish you had seen it. You feel '''resentful''' that you hadn't been there- and even more that you were left behind.

''.....group escaped the other day. ... ...up when I got there, but you could- you... ...scared. It took me everything I had not to tell them I warned them!"'' 

''"...awful but maybe this means they'll start listening to us. ...day handling the beasts up close- but it's only when... ....mauled and loses samples that it...."''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}952728#cmt952728 Kaeya Second Wolf}}

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|Kaeya {{DWUser|shadowsincryo|(|)}}
|2026-01-01
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|Kaeya really taking to heart that a lone wolf is a sad wolf... no chance of loneliness now, with three in there. 

The experience should be familiar by now. And maybe it's because this new soul implanted itself so soon after the last, but the conversation seems to be a continuation of the prior one.

''"So... do you...  .....out to collect them?"''

''"....trackers are putting ...the woods already. It's not ideal... ...to the city again, you know... ...a problem solved."''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}967832#cmt967832 Kaeya Carnivora soul number three}}

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|Vincent {{DWUser|ofmisfortune|(|)}}
|2026-01-19
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|The pain of sudden soul implantation is sharp, a constriction within the throat, in more than the throat- though there's no physical cause. 
Voices arrive with it, somewhere too close, but indistinct. You're being '''prodded''' by something you can't see, but you're not allowed to move enough to snap at it.

''"....using these.... were more... ....look stable to you?''

''"....jaws just... do that... ...than the ones that are full of eyes. Why is it always eyes? Or teeth?"''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}990872#cmt990872 Vincent Carnivora soul}}
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|Malkuth{{DWUser|ignoreher|(|)}}
|2026-01-22
|Terra
|{{KarteriaQuote|There's never any warning for these implantations, but the pain is immediate, a lance through the neck.

But you don't need a throat to breathe from. What is a throat, a neck? Something you've left far behind. You're '''repulsed''' by the creatures around you, and withdraw into yourself, where their words can't reach. None of it matters; you will endure.

''"...delicate's the right word... ... finicky. ...splice together more....."''

''"...ever kept a plant... ...wilt if you look... ...you could burn them, and they won't die."''|2=https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1001624#cmt1001624 Malkuth Terra}}
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|Dante{{DWUser|followyourstar|(|)}}
|2026-01-25
|Terra
|{{KarteriaQuote|As though Dante weren't haunted enough, another spirit decides to call them home. 

Just as haunting are the scraps of conversation that accompany the pain of its implantation.

''"....that we should be using.... ....kill their hosts... ....wrong about that."''

''"That resilience is.... ...grotesque, but have you seen.... ...off exposure like it's nothing."''

''"...already dead! And the disfiguration isn't nothing."''

Emotion drowns out most of the words, the blanks filled with '''grief''', and the need to wring all sound and life from the bodies of those cruel enough to outlive you.|2=https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1002904#cmt1002904 Dante Spectral}}
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|Dedue{{DWUser|sworndevotion|(|)}}
|2026-01-25
|Ruminantia
|{{KarteriaQuote|Rather than being stabbed, it's more like a collision, when this stray soul catches on and stays there. The pain is almost an afterthought to the itch, a frustrated burn that runs through your core, a flash of memory that's already faded to scraps. The voice that comes with it is no clearer, a noise that's drowned out by silence.

''"....type that I've... ....assess. ......some routine samples. ...hurt more than a pinch.'' 

''...you lowering your head?"''|2=https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1003928#cmt1003928 Dedue Ruminantia}}
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|Lauralae {{DWUser|rakta|(|)}}
|2026-01-25
|Reptilia
|{{KarteriaQuote|The implantation of a soul doesn't seem to be something that can be done without pain- as when Lauralae's new occupant slithers in, a stab of pain through the throat comes with it. The sort of pain that spreads, inflaming every nerve it touches, even if they were already dead. But there's no malice there, as it takes shelter. 
Amidst the pain of its burrowing, voices are left behind, far more indistinct than the fear.

''"....just don't like them. At least the plagues... are furry. Even some of the.... ...move, the way they look at you...."''

''"There is something fundamental.... If we fail here... ...still be around. I think that's- kind of reassuring."''

''"...won't have to look at them...."''|https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread{{=}}1004440#cmt1004440 Lauralae Reptilia}}
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|Gregor {{DWUser|verminous|(|)}}
|2026-01-26
|Carnivora
|{{KarteriaQuote|Muscle suddenly seizes. A new soul burrowing its way in is never a comfortable thing, and to be locked into this state, scarcely capable of breathing, makes the fog of distant conversation that much harder to understand. But is it even worth trying?<br><br><i>".... next. Skip the autopsy, unless... ...Not just more eyes, wherever...."<br><br>"...twice what we were told last week. What's wrong... ....culling this many?"</i><br><br>Stronger than anything else is the sense of <b>apathy</b>. It's sunk so deep that your bones are leaden, that even were you given an open door or a bared throat, your lethargy would keep you from taking either. All grows dulled- even the pain, which finally fades as the voices do.|2=https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1005720#cmt1005720}}
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|Silco {{DWUser|zauneyete|(|)}}
|2026-02-02
|Cnidaria
|{{KarteriaQuote|Silco, weird? Who would ever accuse such a thing....
Silco may feel a creeping feeling of dread, in the moments preceding the implantation. It's not baseless when the stings arrive, dozens of them, lashing at skin whether it's covered or not; there's no protection from it. Despite the pain of the invisible stings- as they leave no trace of injury behind- the emotion that comes with it is one of '''satisfaction''', and for a few minutes, at least, it would be difficult to tell that it's not his own. It at least makes the pain easier to bear, as it feels disconnected from himself....

No voices come with the new soul, but it's not for a lack of hearing. Instead, there's more of a sense that this new companion... could not care less for what's around it. Why would it listen to lesser things? Why would it remember them?
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https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1044376#cmt1044376}}
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|Enhanced Person No. 5 {{DWUser|el5n}}
|2026-02-07
|Aves
|{{KarteriaQuote|Another wayward soul makes its nest in a pleasing spot; did the bird recognize like company, or was it the work of chance and opportunity? In any case, invisible claws are dug, the creature coming home to roost.

And with it, a fading recollection. The only voice is 'your' own, a call of defiance that's wrapping around a core of fear. There is no response, nothing else around besides the dull hum of machinery. There's never been a response but every day you call until your voice gives out.

The real world that exists around Five is overlain with concrete, but it's too dark for any details to be made out. You don't know how long it's been like this; time has lost all meaning in the dark and the solitude. No one ever comes, and the vision finally fades entirely.|2=
https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1057176#cmt1057176}}
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|Flins {{DWUser|lunarnocturne}}
|2026-03-03
|Ruminantia
|{{KarteriaQuote|It's not a comfortable thing, when a wayward soul finds its new home, but the way this one slips in is a little easier than most. A kind of hallucination comes with it, but it doesn't convey much in the way of sound. It's quiet; maybe there's a rustling of leaves, a stir of wind. But it conveys mostly a sense of contentment, of one's needs being currently met, and with no danger on the horizon. It's blessedly uncomplicated, and there's no thought to the future.

When the darkness arrives, it's just as swift; it barely even has a chance to hurt.

The sensation fades after a few minutes, and Flins will be right where he was when it started, just with a new soul companion.|2=
https://alogos.dreamwidth.org/7832.html?thread=1087384#cmt1087384}}
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