How many around here have parted way with their soul at one point in the game, and did anyone do the storylet to get it back? I really hope that everyone who’s soulless comment, cus I wanna do some statistic to see if the ammount of soulless here coincide with the figures mentioned in the game. What where the reason you decided to loose your soul, where your troubled by emotion, did you need the money or did you just find a devil who where particularly handsome and seductive? As for my character, he was already attracted to hedonism as a way to ease his mind, and he was hoping that the memories of his lost love would disappear along with his soul. however, it did only delay his search for revenge, it is a dish best served cold, after all…
Parted with mine for a while- I was enjoying my flirtations with the devils enough to view speaking on the matter without taking precautions as a form of, well, friendly wager… and lost it during about the third such conversation.
Got it back, too, though I don’t remember too much about the process - it’s been a while, and I may have been a little honey-dazed for most of the duration.
I lost mine to an Affectionate Devil. After a long courtship, Early’s guard lowered enough for the devil to seal the deal… but, I got it back later. It changed Early’s philosophy quite a bit; now they tend to think of life as a competition, and relationships as a battle of wills and cunning. Early still socializes with devils, even, but is much more careful about it now. Ironically, it also got Early into spirifage; they tend to believe that it’s a person’s own fault if they let their soul be taken and didn’t retrieve it.
I had work that was significantly eased by not having to bother with trivial things such as feelings (both the profit and the courtship of the Quiet Deviless were appreciated bonuses though). When I was done though, I felt a bit, well, hollow and decided to undertake the adventure of retrieving my lost soul. As Early states it did pave the way for some changes. Though not noticable at first I did learn both to appriciate art more and even to feel a certain empathy towards my fellow Londoners… This has made my usual business quite a bit harder, but opened up new and exciting paths, from which I derived great pleasure, such as life at court.
After certain curious dealings with the rubbery men my situation has recently changed slightly. I wonder if devils are even interested in such tainted (or improved?) souls… This must be put to the test…
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I lost mine because I wasn’t being careful during a courtship of a devil (I can’t remember which off the top of my head, or even if there were different ones who I could have chosen from). I’ve been souless of months now, and recently decided to start trading in the souls of others. I think the reclaiming of my soul might hinder my efforts in that venture…
@Matt Jones - no, it would appear they are not. At least, that persistent fellow with the briefcase who kept turning up uninvited in my parlour lost his interest very abruptly once advised of my… changed nature, as it were.
Most interesting, I look forward to seeing the effects of this changed nature once I return to London. It seems I’ll remain among those still attached to their soul anyway, though the effects upon it by this… experiment, remain to be seen.
Ah, that gentleman (gentledevil?) was both shocked and appalled when he came for my soul as well. One of the few (perhaps only) rewards in my journey to learn the Name: shocking and appalling devils.
I parted with mine for a time, after being touched by the Quiet Deviless’s devotion to her dear bat (I had previously enjoyed a tempestuous, er… friendship with a certain Affectionate Devil, but his lamentable taste in cravats made me hesitate over cementing our relationship). Surely one who shows such affection to her pets must have the capacity for true feeling…? Alas, having obtained what she desired from me, she departed for a new paramour. But perhaps she did have some small genuine regard for me, for when I decided that my lack of soul was most damnably awkward for one who was seeking to obtain the Bishop’s confidences, she graciously assisted me in locating and restoring it.
I did not detect any great difference in myself upon the removal of my soul, I must say. It may be theologically unsound to speculate upon the soul being akin to the appendix, and I would certainly not do so within the Bishop’s hearing, but it does seem to be something that we fortunate Fallen Londoners no longer require, given the remarkable persistence of bodies down here. What use is the promise of eternal life, when one already enjoys such a thing in our fair city? I therefore feel no qualms in heartily recommending that those in desperate situations sell their souls in order to comfort their physical situation. Indeed, I can arrange for the necessary arrangements to be made, for I still have many friends at the Brass Embassy…
I am currently without a soul, though my…methods…were different than most here. To be honest, I am not entirely sure what happened to it. At the behest of a certain cat, I drowned myself in laudanum beforehand, so any memories I have of the event are very fuzzy. Unfortunately, that thrice-accursed cat seems to have run off with it. I have been trying to locate it for months now, as I need to retrieve my soul to continue with a certain…business…but my luck in Pass the Cat has not been very good, alas.
I have not noticed any significant change in my demeanour or outlook from this loss, though perhaps that is because my circumstances were more, ah, unique than most? I have continued in my work as normal, and I continue my attempts at philanthropy undeterred. Regardless, I will get it back. One day. Though if everything went as planned, it will not be quite the same as it was before…
Edit: This is horribly off-topic, but, 111 posts! Hooray! That is such a nice number.
edited by Little The on 2/13/2012
Damned cat stole mine. If you see this cat, please send it to me.
Lost my soul to a quiet Deviless. Tilted the world on it’s axis and found it amoungst the throngs at the Carnival.
But that was just the beginning. The cat took it and I found it again. Then it took and took and I searched and searched. I’ve spent a fortune in diamonds to stain my soul…
All in all, I’ve been an eleven percenter 8 times. Here’s hoping there won’t be a ninth!
I wonder: is it possible that the intrinsic value of a soul on our well-being is variable? Rumourmongers (sidebars) mention that the effects of soullessness differ between persons. Some appear completely unaffected, some become emotionless, and some become mindless zombies. Is it possible that this is due to some kind of glorified placebo effect? The soul is only worth what we attribute to it? Would someone who believes the soul is the source of emotion become emotionless if their soul was lost, while someone who believes it to be the source of reason would become mindless? And, perhaps, would someone who attributes little worth to the soul, such as I, notice no particular difference? Of course, it is often foolish to trust rumours, but it is interesting food for thought nonetheless.
All in all, I’ve been an eleven percenter 8 times. Here’s hoping there won’t be a ninth![/quote]
Does regaining one’s soul cost fate a second time? Or is paying that cost once good for indefinite retrievals?
I’ve lost mine once and got it back again.
Does regaining one’s soul cost fate a second time? Or is paying that cost once good for indefinite retrievals?
I’ve lost mine once and got it back again.[/quote]
It does not cost Fate if you lose it while Seeking the Name.
If you lose it any other way, by selling it multiple times for instance, then it costs Fate each time.
Lost it to the Affectionate Devil. Almost nothing is different. Only Summerset seems to dislike the soulless nowadays.
Four years worth of thread-necroing is quite the feat! (Though not unexpected here.)
But, since this thread is recent again, I might as well add my experiences to the mix:
Lost my soul to the Quiet Deviless. ("A matter of luck: How can you fail?")
A couple of years later, got it in a Bundle of Oddities.
Within the past month or so I’ve sold it twice more then bought it back with Fate, and am currently looking to sell it a third time. Just waiting for the card to show up again (it’s taking a while.) So for now, I’m not presently part of the 11%.
As for how my character felt and I about it? It was initially devastating, especially once I realised she’d lost interest in me - but of course I was wise enough to realise that she’d only been seducing me to get one thing all this time, and the turn of events was to be expected.
After a little while I came to terms with it and didn’t let it bother me. This process was helped a little by the sidebar snippets which mentioned that some of the soulless tend to feel emotions less than their soul-bearing counterparts, so I figured I’d run with that.
After experiencing prejudice at the University by a certain clique-y group of people, I took more of an interest in the Devils, and eventually became a spirifer when I played that Fate-locked story.
I don’t particularly regret any of this, given that it’s been a part of my Fallen London experience. Had I not met the Quiet Deviless, it’s entirely possible that I may have become a Soul Shepherd, and almost certain that my current long-term goal wouldn’t exist. (I don’t know of anyone else who’s accumulated 50 Fabulous Diamonds, so I’m looking to become the first. Being largely indifferent to whether or not I possess my soul at any given moment is helpful with that, as I know I’ll get it back sooner or later.)
I lost mine on the first possible card… I lost to the Devil, when I wanted to lose it to the Deviless…
I deliberately sold mine for a fabulous diamond - twice. To think that I’m a shepherd of souls…
Flesh-Stick: I LOST MINE TO THE AFFECTIONATE DEVIL, AND I HAPPENED BECAUSE I WAS STUPID. EVEN STUPIDER THAN USUAL, I MEAN. 'CAUSE I KNEW HE WAS FULL OF CRAP AND JUST WANTED MY SOUL BUT I LIKED HIM SO MUCH ANYWAY AND I DIDN’T WANT HIM TO LEAVE SO I KEPT LETTING HIM TRY TO TALK ME INTO IT BUT SAYING NO AND THEN ONE TIME I PASSED OUT OR SOMETHING AND WHEN I WOKE UP HE HAD TAKEN IT AND WAS GONE FOREVER AND IT HURT SO MUCH CAUSE I NEVER EVEN GOT TO HOLD HIM IN MY ARMS, NOT EVEN ONCE.
AND NOT HAVING A SOUL SUCKED CAUSE I COULDN’T FEEL ANYTHING OR HAVE ANY FUN OR EVEN GET MAD OR CRY WHEN I NEEDED TO. I GOT IT BACK EVENTUALLY, BUT FIRST I HAD TO FIND OUT DEVIL TRADED IT FOR OPERA TICKETS LIKE IT WAS SOME OLD ROLLED UP DOLLAR BILL HE FOUND IN HIS POCKET AND NOTHING MORE AND IT MADE ME SAD BUT I COULDN’T EVEN FEEL SAD UNTIL I GOT MY SOUL BACK.
DEVIL HURT ME SO MUCH BUT I STILL MISS HIM. SOMETIMES I PRETEND TO BE ANGRY AT HIM IN MY JOURNALS BUT I DON’T MEAN IT, CAUSE I’D REALLY GIVE ANYTHING FOR HIM TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME AGAIN.
I HATE MYSELF FOR MISSING HIM.
EXCUSE ME I HAVE SOMETHING IN MY EYE. I THINK IT MIGHT BE A TEAR.