[on top of their other many positive attributes, Cookies are naturally very good jumpers. this becomes a very important skill to have when one finds themselves suddenly living in a world made for giants and gods, and very, very much not made for Cookies.
well, at least there’s a bar. multiple, in fact! it is hurikane that she hits up first, liking the sound of that name. a few daring leaps off chairs and tables lands her on the bar countertop with only a mild amount of scrambling. so, first insurmountable odd thoroughly surmounted. now she just needed to figure out how to actually get herself a drink…
well, when in a time of need, one must reach out and rely on your friends. she doesn’t have those, here. yet. so, she gives the giant walking into the bar her best smile and a hearty laugh, waving in greeting.]
Hello, friend! You wouldn’t mind helping out an old Cookie with a powerful thirst, would you? I’ve never seen such large bottles of juice in all my years; even I might not be able to finish one!
[which absolutely will not stop her from trying.]
B. person-sized option cw: slight cookie body horror
[the mournful faces she sees in the window as she passes are Cookies, but none are familiar to her. almost like they knew they didn’t have to be; she would be no less willing to help a complete stranger than she would her dearest friend. even if their faces, so pale and sad, brought to mind fields of white lilies…]
Right! Let’s get you all out of there! Stand back!
[they don’t have to drag her inside. she gladly punches the glass, gasping at the ice-cold shock of swarming hands, falling back so suddenly that she topples over, her shield clattering to the floor.
she pulls her glove off, expression twisting into horror. her dough has gone white as milk, and she knows even before she does it that when she touches it, the edges of her hand will crumble. pale crumbs fall to the carpet, leaving a jagged, desiccated edge.]
What magic is this… You! [glares at the glass] Asking for help, only to harm those who come to your aid? Someone ought to teach you some manners!
[so now she’s just squaring up with a window. it doesn’t not look like an old woman has gone insane.]
hollyberry cookie | cookie run: kingdom
[on top of their other many positive attributes, Cookies are naturally very good jumpers. this becomes a very important skill to have when one finds themselves suddenly living in a world made for giants and gods, and very, very much not made for Cookies.
well, at least there’s a bar. multiple, in fact! it is hurikane that she hits up first, liking the sound of that name. a few daring leaps off chairs and tables lands her on the bar countertop with only a mild amount of scrambling. so, first insurmountable odd thoroughly surmounted. now she just needed to figure out how to actually get herself a drink…
well, when in a time of need, one must reach out and rely on your friends. she doesn’t have those, here. yet. so, she gives the giant walking into the bar her best smile and a hearty laugh, waving in greeting.]
Hello, friend! You wouldn’t mind helping out an old Cookie with a powerful thirst, would you? I’ve never seen such large bottles of juice in all my years; even I might not be able to finish one!
[which absolutely will not stop her from trying.]
B. person-sized option cw: slight cookie body horror
[the mournful faces she sees in the window as she passes are Cookies, but none are familiar to her. almost like they knew they didn’t have to be; she would be no less willing to help a complete stranger than she would her dearest friend. even if their faces, so pale and sad, brought to mind fields of white lilies…]
Right! Let’s get you all out of there! Stand back!
[they don’t have to drag her inside. she gladly punches the glass, gasping at the ice-cold shock of swarming hands, falling back so suddenly that she topples over, her shield clattering to the floor.
she pulls her glove off, expression twisting into horror. her dough has gone white as milk, and she knows even before she does it that when she touches it, the edges of her hand will crumble. pale crumbs fall to the carpet, leaving a jagged, desiccated edge.]
What magic is this… You! [glares at the glass] Asking for help, only to harm those who come to your aid? Someone ought to teach you some manners!
[so now she’s just squaring up with a window. it doesn’t not look like an old woman has gone insane.]