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sticksandbones2024-02-16 02:23 pm
clottedcream) wrote in sticksandbones2024-02-16 02:23 pm
freshly baked
Who: Clotted Cream Cookie and YOU!
What: Get your hot fresh cookies here-- no I mean there's a new cookie in town
When: Mid-month
Where: The inn and also the network I guess, there is a network prompt
Warnings: none??
[Clotted Cream Cookie, the last he remembers, had been out on the trail, searching for fragments of Soul Jam with Financier Cookie and the Pearl Legion. His surroundings then had at least been familiar, with cake roll trees, brown sugar paths, and sugar marble bridges. But after a moment of fuzziness and voices he doesn't know, he finds himself opening his eyes to cramped and dark surroundings, metal and the smell of burnt dough, and a woman opening an oven door with a gasp of surprise.
Not at all traumatizing! Not one single bit!
To his credit, he's taken it well. He's also taken not being a Cookie anymore fairly well. As Consul, he is more than experienced in the practice of conceal-don't-feel, so he meets the woman's kindness with his own. He's given a book, an explanation, and sent on his way.
Except now, now that he's not under direct observation, he's just sort of… processing, as he sits on the steps of the inn. Maybe in a little bit of mild horror, distantly and sort of blue-screen-y. His dough is now soft and riddled with scales in places, his frosting seems to be in individual strings, his boots and gloves fit oddly on his hands and feet. The aforementioned articles of clothing have now been removed to show webbed and clawed fingers and… foot-fingers? And fins? On his ears???
The netbook sits beside him on the steps, ignored. On top of it is a single, freshly-baked scone. Also ignored. Talk to this poor, confused-looking merman?]
ii.「on the netbooks」
[This handwriting is new, and very, very neat and tidy. You can practically feel the legalese wafting off of it.]
Greetings. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. I have recently found myself here, and felt that an introduction was in order. It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances.
I am admittedly curious as to how this book works. Is it magic, or perhaps magichanical in some way? Or does its function remain a mystery?
What: Get your hot fresh cookies here-- no I mean there's a new cookie in town
When: Mid-month
Where: The inn and also the network I guess, there is a network prompt
Warnings: none??
[Clotted Cream Cookie, the last he remembers, had been out on the trail, searching for fragments of Soul Jam with Financier Cookie and the Pearl Legion. His surroundings then had at least been familiar, with cake roll trees, brown sugar paths, and sugar marble bridges. But after a moment of fuzziness and voices he doesn't know, he finds himself opening his eyes to cramped and dark surroundings, metal and the smell of burnt dough, and a woman opening an oven door with a gasp of surprise.
Not at all traumatizing! Not one single bit!
To his credit, he's taken it well. He's also taken not being a Cookie anymore fairly well. As Consul, he is more than experienced in the practice of conceal-don't-feel, so he meets the woman's kindness with his own. He's given a book, an explanation, and sent on his way.
Except now, now that he's not under direct observation, he's just sort of… processing, as he sits on the steps of the inn. Maybe in a little bit of mild horror, distantly and sort of blue-screen-y. His dough is now soft and riddled with scales in places, his frosting seems to be in individual strings, his boots and gloves fit oddly on his hands and feet. The aforementioned articles of clothing have now been removed to show webbed and clawed fingers and… foot-fingers? And fins? On his ears???
The netbook sits beside him on the steps, ignored. On top of it is a single, freshly-baked scone. Also ignored. Talk to this poor, confused-looking merman?]
ii.「on the netbooks」
[This handwriting is new, and very, very neat and tidy. You can practically feel the legalese wafting off of it.]
Greetings. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. I have recently found myself here, and felt that an introduction was in order. It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances.
I am admittedly curious as to how this book works. Is it magic, or perhaps magichanical in some way? Or does its function remain a mystery?
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Pure Vanilla Cookie! You as well? Please, tell me: are you still a Cookie? Have you retained your dough?
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I have. I appear to have been partially changed into some sort of sea creature, but the rest of my dough is... soft.
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I am currently in front of what seems to be an inn. I will wait here for you.
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[And he will, the place isn't exactly large. Despite his changes he should be recognizable enough. Even if his staff looks quite bizarre in it's new realistic way. Clotted Cream certainly looks enough like himself Pure Vanilla can tell immediately. His expression brightens, even his staff's eye curves into it's happy expression.]
Ah, Consul! I must say, despite the circumstances, it's a pleasure to see you!
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Pure Vanilla Cookie! It is good to see that you are well, albeit significantly more fluffy than when last we met.
[Politely, Clotted Cream sets his journal down and stands from where he'd been sitting on the stairs. He may not be a sheep-human, but he's certainly, uh. Well. His ear fins flare just a little, reflexively.]
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Indeed, my friend, and you are certainly more frilly than I last recall. Yet, you look well despite the changes, and I can discern no ill influence upon your self. How strange we have both been given forms of a similar variety.
[Animalistic.]
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I do feel well, despite everything... It's good to know that it doesn't seem to be affecting anything else.
[He lifts one hand, webbed fingers curling under his lip.]
What is the last thing that you remember before being brought here?
crk spoilers watch it guys
Ah, we were just about to send notice back to Crispia about our deeds in Beast Yeast.
[Shifting on his hooves, Pure Vanilla moves to sit himself down so they can be comfortable, gesturing for Clotted Cream to sit with him, his staff getting leaned up against the side of the building. It looks around as he lets it be, keeping a watch out.]
We had encountered the Faerie Kingdom and Faerie Cookies, only to discover that a great Evil has been sealed there since the beginning of Cookiekind, and that White-
[A falter here, as he always does when he speaks of White Lily. Lilies decaying...]
White Lily Cookie's body still existed, though she slept as her soul was split. We managed to revive her, and reseal the Evil which had become free, yet it still looms. We had began to gather for a Feast the Faeries insisted on throwing, when I awoke here.
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White Lily Cookie... So she truly lives on her own? Fascinating...
[For a soul to split... What could cause that? If it was enough for Dark Enchantress Cookie to linger while White Lily became locked in sleep, it must be something incredibly traumatizing.]
And what of this Evil you mentioned? You said that it has been resealed, but it is still a threat?
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How much of the Light of Truth has been the Beast?]
It... very much is so, I'm afraid. Though re-sealed, it was able to continue to speak to us. Dark Enchantress Cookie, through White Lily's knowledge, has been baking soulless Cookie shells, so that the Beasts may revive. They are...
[Another hesitation, and his hand raises to the Souljam on his chest.]
The first Ancients. The first wielders of the Powers of the Gods. They were created as Leaders and Guides to the Cookies, but the Power the Gods gifted was too much, and corrupted them. The Faeries sealed them away inside a Silver Tree in their land after their Powers were stripped. My Light of Truth, my Souljam, is a fragment of this Beasts powers.
[How much of what Shadow Milk Cookie said was the Truth, however, compared to the Elder Faeries? Witches eat Cookies, after all. Would it not be more likely the Witches stripped the power... No, he must trust White Lily and her beliefs.]
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... then it is all the more important that we ensure the safety of your Soul Jam. We cannot let a single one of them fall into Dark Enchantress Cookie's hands.
[If she's already been baking empty Cookie shells for these Beasts, it could spell the demise of Earthbread and all within it.
Clotted Cream frowns, both in thought and as a way to carefully school back the unease settling under his skin. His hand fully covers his mouth, and he narrows his eyes at the ground.]
We must also ensure that these Beasts are not allowed to escape a second time. But from here... I don't know how easily that can be done.
they go on and on my friend oh they might be done
[A soft pause, and Pure Vanilla smiles a little.]
And yet, with the research going into Magic Candies, perhaps we would succeed. Five at full power, against the might of every Cookie bolstered by the same power. Merely a fraction, perhaps, but with every Cookie working together...
[And yet, Clotted Cream is correct. Here, they are cut off. One Ancient and the unifying force of the Creme Republic and Kingdoms, gone.]
I myself am unsure. I have faith our friends can continue on without us for the time being. I have been warned from interacting with the Forest, told it is cruel and delights in our misery, so I fear it would not behoove us to try and appeal to any empathy it may have.
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I am glad to hear that you have so much faith in the Magic Candies. With any luck, they will at least prevent any unnecessary crumbling... Even if we are not at home, we can rest a bit easier knowing that the Candies are still being distributed.
[The warning about the Forest comes as a surprise, however. He hasn't even thought about looking into it yet, and from the sound of it, it's a good thing he hasn't.]
Truly? So, then... what would you suggest we do? It sounds as though our options are severely limited.
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[And, given what Pure Vanilla now knows about the Beasts and their succumbing to the temptation of power... Pure Vanilla can only see Clotted Creams intervention as a blessing. Though they themselves were incomplete half-Cookies and thus not suitable vessels, what may the Beasts have done with them if they had fallen into Corruption? Refused to part with the Souljam?
As Clotted Cream asks his question, Pure Vanilla feels a familiar weight settle around his shoulders. Leadership. The request of Guidance. He's silent for a moment, obviously thinking by the knit of his brow, before sighing.]
Indeed, they are. I believe we must learn what we can of this place, of this surrounding lands, and what holds us captor here, yet be cautious and respectful so as to not invoke the ire of the land itself. We should reach out our aid to those who live here as well, as for the time being, we can only hope to survive until the time we have a solid sense of where to go. There is naught else we can do...