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[ The handwriting that shows up in the journal is... not new, not exactly, but decidedly... well. Careful and precise as can be, but it's very clear that the person writing it is not currently writing with their dominant hand. Either that, or it's someone with horrible handwriting. ]

Hello. This is Clotted Cream Cookie.

Pardon my handwriting. It is, admittedly, not as clear and practiced as I'd like it to be. The forest has taken my arm from me.

I am looking for anyone who has experience in... this. Losing an arm. Adjusting to the loss in day to day life. I'm afraid it puts me at a considerable disadvantage.

[ If he sounds like he's taking this well, it's only because he's practiced it. He's not. ]

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[ Please don't tell him he reeked, he has a reputation to uphold. :(

The response leaves him silent for a moment as he digests it, continuing to dry himself off in a decidedly slow and distracted way. He doesn't know anyone named Beat, but... this Beat person knew them? Not just them, but what they are?

Clotted Cream frowns at his fins, humming thoughtfully. ]

The name is not familiar to me... But the fact that he seems to know us is interesting. And why is it that he remembers, but we do not...?

When I questioned him similarly, he said it's not unheard of. He explained something about a Sea of Stars, and how it likes to take memories, but some can "escape" with theirs intact. And I must admit, there have been times I have felt touches of deja vu, or moments of "I know this".

[ Like knowing Clotted Creams father was a man of anger and shame, before Clotted Cream had even told him. He sighs softly, one hoof pawing at the floor with a faint touch of trepidation. ]

I can verify the things he speaks of is the Truth. Joshua was apparently a part of it too, but even Beat cannot explain why he has regained his full body, though he thinks these bodies are not the original version of us and Josh - being of a Witch-like power - was able to recover his where we have failed.

[ Which disturbs him in ways he doesn't like to think of. ]

Mm... I admit, I have felt similar things. Vague, fuzzy memories like something I've dreamed rather than personally experienced, and yet...

[ They're strange, the "memories" that strike him. A bar that looks right out of Earthbread itself. A grand masquerade party. Pure Vanilla Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie? And another who seems so familiar...

His tail is now dry enough that it's beginning to shift back into legs, so Clotted Cream drapes the towel over the side of the tub and then begins the semi-awkward task of pull-pushing himself upright with one hand. ]

If there are already a few of us here that came from this other world, I suppose we should be on the lookout for more. Though, I sincerely hope that no other Cookies are drawn in...

And yet, indeed.

[ Like how he felt like he recognize Vash upon first meeting him. He sighs softly, his ears flicking as he picks up the sound of Clotted Cream moving behind him. Setting his Staff against the wall - Eye placed into it to blind himself - he turns back towards the tub to extend out his arms, offering his hands to the other so he can use them to help himself up and out.

He frowns to the comment, a soft pinched look, and hm's softly in agreeance. ]

I hope so as well, my dear. Not simply for the fact there might be other Cookies who were forced to change such as we were, but that Earthbread cannot spare even a single.

[ With two Ancients down, and the Consul... ]

[ Oh, those offered hands are very welcome indeed. Clotted Cream reaches up to take one, pulling himself upright and standing on freshly-formed feet, wincing at the slight tingle of settling nerves. ]

Thank you.

[ With that out of the way, he can retrieve the towel once more, pulling it around his waist with the aid of the nearby wall to keep it pinned in place for a second, in lieu of a second hand. ]

The latter is what concerns me the most. With the threat of Dark Enchantress Cookie ever looming, and now an additional threat... We cannot risk losing more. Particularly any of the remaining Ancient Heroes.

[ Despite his almost frail-by-now appearance, his grip is strong and steady as he helps Clotted Cream to his feet. Once the other is steady, he takes his hands back and moves back some, so Clotted Cream has room to maneuver.

He sighs and touches his chin lightly in thought, frowning at nothing in particular as he can't see with his Staff turned. ]

Yes, that's my fear. Though I do not doubt in the strength of our friends, should even one Beast be revived to power, it will spell untold devastation if we are not all there to stop it.

[ It makes him more determined to find a way home. There must be a way to reverse the pull... Shaking his head to drive those thoughts away for now, he turns and picks his Staff up so he can find his way out of the door. ]

One moment, my dear.

[ It wont take long for him to fetch the new casual clothes for Clotted Cream, returning to set them down to the side, then exit the bathroom again so he can dress. ]

All we can do is hope that it holds until we can find a way to return... At the very least, yourself and Dark Cacao Cookie must find a way back. The Pearl Legion still remains whether I do or not.

[ But ah, right, the clothes... As Pure Vanilla leaves the room to retrieve them, Clotted Cream sighs and shakes his hair a bit. It always seems to dry fairly quickly, despite how long he's been in or out of the water, so he doesn't have to do much to it.

It's strange, how comfortable he feels in this skin despite not having been in it for long.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Clotted Cream leaves the bathroom in his new, more casual outfit, a slightly oversized forest green sweater with light tan slacks. It's comfortable, very much so. Almost like sleeping clothes... ]

Well? What do you think?

[ The Pearl Legion is a saving grace. The Magic Candy being made is as well. Even without two of the Ancients, their power resonates with Cookies still. Witches be willing, they will return and things will be fine.

Pure Vanilla will look up from where he had been quietly thinking as Clotted Cream finally exits, and oh. It looks so strange to see the Consul out of his normal formal outfit. Yet, that feeling is back again. That he HAS seen the young man in relaxed clothing.

It makes him smile, expression fond. ]

It fits you. It looks perfect.

[ He moves over to reach up and fix his hair, then just tidy up the lay of the outfit a little, fussing. ]

Is it too loose?

[ It's still so strange to be fretted and fussed over, but considering all that has happened, Clotted Cream isn't inclined to take that away from Pure Vanilla. The other man looks like he needs to do it. ]

It isn't. It's quite comfortable, in fact. A bit like sleeping clothes.

[ He smiles, lifting his hand to fiddle with the pinned-up sleeve. Probably the strangest thing about it is not having anything on that side. ]

Thank you again. It is good, I think, to have something a bit more casual... even if I am not used to wearing it.

I am glad you like them, my dear. Hopefully the other outfit fits as well.

[ He's glad Clotted Cream is letting him fuss. It feels good to truly fuss over someone. Someone he thought he had lost. He steps back to give Clotted Cream some room to breathe, curling his Staff in against him comfortably, holding it with both hands so he doesn't keep fussing. ]

It is always good to have something to change in to. We'll get your regular clothes washed up properly. Now that you are cleaned and dressed, would you like to have something to eat?

I'm sure that it will fit just fine. I'm certain that I will find a chance to wear it very soon.

[ It is, after all, similar in fashion to what he wears on a normal basis. The occasion for that will come sooner rather than later!

The prospect of food makes him realize that he hasn't eaten more than a bit of toast. He... should probably fix that, shouldn't he. A Cookie cannot live off of water and toast alone. ]

Please. I am well aware that the best way to recover is to eat, and I'm afraid I'm only just getting back to feeling up for more than a nibble.

I am sure you shall!

[ But there is almost a paternal tease in his voice, like he's thinking oh? going to dress up and woo some young lad or lass? When Clotted Cream says yes to food - and you certainly can survive off water and toast ask him how he knows - he beams and gestures for the other to follow him out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. ]

I am glad you are feeling better enough to eat. Do not worry, it won't be too heavy, your stomach will be quite upset with you otherwise. Some oatmeal and fruit?

[ Setting his staff off to the side, Pure Vanilla begins to busy himself in the kitchen, moving around it easily to begin cooking some oats and chopping up some fruits. ]

[ Pure Vanilla what is that tone. Clotted Cream's ear fins angle backwards just a little, as his expression turns the barest hint flustered. What is that supposed to mean? Ultimately, he knows that Pure Vanilla has only the best intentions at heart, so it's easily dismissed as the Ancient Cookie's whimsy. It's good to see him in a good mood after everything, anyway, so he isn't inclined to shoot that down! ]

Oatmeal and fruit would be wonderful, thank you.

[ Just another way of letting Pure Vanilla fuss over him a bit. He takes a seat at the table, leaning back into the seat a little. Normally he would clasp his hands together, but... ]

It is good to see you in good spirits, if I may say so.

[ It means Peepaw is psychic and knows Clotted Cream is going to meet a lovely young man at a party later on-

His tail wiggles happily as he chops, sliding some strawberry pieces over to Clotted Cream so he can pick at them while the oatmeal soaks. ]

Hm? Ah. Well. Truthfully it is because you are back, my dear.

[ It's a little embarrassing to admit just how strongly he latched onto the other. ]

I fear I grew quite despondent over you missing.

[ Ooh, strawberries. Clotted Cream does love strawberry jam on scones, but actual strawberries are just a step below it. Probably far healthier, honestly. He gladly snacks on them as they talk, slowly so as to extend the duration. ]

Ah, did you...?

[ That's... surprising. Honestly, he hadn't expected being missed that badly. But Pure Vanilla is full of love for all Cookies, so perhaps it isn't so strange... Even so, it makes his cheeks dust with the barest hint of pink among the golden and cream scales. ]

I... I meant to ask, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Do you know what happened?

[ He's highly curious about the stone in his chest. It hadn't been there before. ]

[ Don't look at him. He didn't mean to thoroughly adopt the other as his child, but it sure felt like he had lost his own when Clotted Cream had disappeared.

And his chopping pauses briefly, the slightest hitch, to the question. ]

I.. do. Do you truly wish to know?

[ He won't lie if asked but... he's unsure if he wants Clotted Cream to hear about it. How he might judge him. He cleans his hands and leaves the strawberries now that their prepped to fetch the oatmeal. A little touch of sugar. Milk. Make it creamy and sweet. And in the strawberries go, and he slides it over. ]

[ That hesitation is noted. Really, it only makes Clotted Cream even more curious. ]

I do. I know that this stone contains my soul. I can... feel it, somehow. But how it came to be that way is a mystery.

[ He gladly takes the bowl of oatmeal, taking in the make of it. Pure Vanilla made it just the way he likes it... He's not sure that anyone has taken such care in a long time. ]

Whatever the truth is, I promise you that I can take it.

[ Whatever the truth is... he sighs softly, and moves to find a chair and sit himself down on it. He's silent for a moment, but he was asked directly, and he won't lie. But he does fiddle with the hem of his robe sleeves, brow furrowing lightly. ]

You were... Ah. Your body was unfortunately unrecoverable, but your soul was, and it had not yet joined those lost in the fog, with the creature. I was able to bargain for it, and placed it into a moonstone. I.. I was not expecting you to return.

[ He looks a little distraught. Grace would have had no problems putting his soul back into his body if Pure Vanilla hadn't intervened. ]

So when you were brought back, you were without a soul, until Nene fetched me. Thanks to Grace - the soul that lives in the Garden and works to fix those who pass - we were able to reintroduce your soul into your body via merging the Moonstone with you.

[ ... ah. His body had been... ]

... I am... sorry that you had to experience that. But I do not blame you for expecting the worst and acting accordingly.

[ It was a foolish mistake on his part. He really should have let someone know where he was going. He shouldn't have gone alone. And it cost him, and led to Pure Vanilla doing something so dire... ]

Please tell me that you didn't have to give away something important for my sake.

[ Devoured. Thoroughly. Dark Cacao had told him not to close his eyes and he hadn't, but he knows what the other found was a portion of Clotted Cream. He twists his fingers together.

And that he hesitates too, because while it was no personal loss for him - energy mostly - the souls he ripped out of Callan himself, the souls he ripped free from the Fog wall.

If they were too lost, was it a kindness? Could they have simply been freed, could they have been cleansed, did he damn them forever like the silly silly cookie he is? ]

I am unsure how to answer that one, my child. I lost nothing.

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