COOKIE OF DESTINY

[ 0. FOOL ] - What was your muse's point of view during their (humble) beginnings? (Feel free to specify which aspect)

[ I. MAGICIAN ] - What was your muse's dream or ambition? Do they have a role model that inspires them?

[ II. PRIESTESS ] - Does your muse keep a lot of secrets? Do they have anyone they were confident enough to tell these secrets?

[ III. EMPRESS ] - In what place or situation makes your muse feels most comfortable? Do they prefer to share it with someone?

[ IV. EMPEROR ] - How often does your muse act on impulse? Do they get into arguments or fights when they do?

[ V. HIEROPHANT ] - Does your muse often follow rules? Or do they have their own standards that ignore or contrast those rules?

[ VI. LOVERS ] - How does your muse express their feelings to those they deeply care for? Do they prefer to be close with those people or keep some distance?

[ VII. CHARIOT ] - Does your muse always aim for victory? Do they act tough or strong to hinder their possible weakness?

[ VIII. JUSTICE ] - Does your muse feel inferior or not treated fairly by the majority? Do they attempt to be equal or above others?

[ IX. HERMIT ] - Does your muse prefer to be independent? Do they often distant themself from others?

[ X. FORTUNE ] - Does your muse rely on their luck? How often do they get lucky?

[ XI. STRENGTH ] - Does your muse take challenges that could be risky for them? How often do they get courage to face danger or fears?

[ XII. HANGED MAN ] - Has your muse been in a dangerous or difficult situation wherein they were able to survive or make it through?

[ XIII. DEATH ] - In what situation your muse went through which completely changed their life? How did it affect them?

[ XIV. TEMPERANCE ] - Does your muse have any traits that contrast each other (like being kind at someone but not to another)? How often is one trait shown compared to the other trait?

[ XV. DEVIL ] - Does your muse often give in to their temptation? Do they let their desire choose their path?

[ XVI. TOWER ] - Has your muse experienced a great downfall when they were at their peak or was about to reach their goal? How do they deal with losses?

[ XVII. STAR ] - How optimistic is your muse? Do they try to be positive to hide their inner struggles?

[ XVIII. MOON ] - Does your muse usually blame others for the bad situations occurred to them? Do they attempt to correct their own wrongdoings?

[ XIX. SUN ] - Has there been instances in your muse's life wherein they reevaluated their morals? Did they knew what they truly desire for themself?

[ XX. JUDGEMENT ] - What part of your muse's life do they understand the most? How did it affect their character?

It might as well be.

Although it didn’t take long for Sage to snap out whatever trace she was in and finally break the silence even if everything simply truly felt awkward or was it just her? After all, she was always bad with reading the room and overall feeling awkward especially around certain cookies as she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of them.

Focus Priestess…. You’re here to help Sage! Stop overthinking things!

“Ah yes and it’s fine, Sage! I don’t mind the mess considering how messy my hut can get… And like you said, I did come at short notice!” Priestess spoke with a nod of her head after entering inside as she let out a small, nervous laugh. Although once she did enter the room, she did raise a small eyebrow with just how dark it was inside, the scattered teacups, and how all the mirrors were covered with covers that seem to be thrown haphazardly….

Did something happen for the mirrors to be covered?

Although the teacups were soon taken away by the Sage’s magic which made the cookie turn towards her.

“Well! Yeah…. Things have been busy lately but once again I do want to apologize for coming on really short notice… As you know, I wouldn’t normally do that but with how some of your students were talking… They made me really worried for you and I had to make sure you were okay.” She gave a smile before placing the items she brought with her down on a table, which was inside a bag, then removing a tea jar from it.

Priestess of Resolution actually dislike being called 'Hero of Resolution' despite it being another title given to her by the villagers that she saved in the past and her using it due to a few reasons with the main one being that she truly doesn't feel like a Hero and that she feels like if they knew her past as well what she felt; they wouldn't call her a hero and would actually chase her away.

Star is taken slightly off guard by Nova's words. The tears in his eyes become more defined as Nova invites him to mourn his losses. His eyes turn to the page before him, still full of half finished doodles of a cookie he once held dear to him, something he never thought possible until he met him, once upon a time.

The Truthless Recluse.

"Ah.... do you remember when I told you I had found a way to cope with the heavy burden imposed upon me since the day I was baked?" He asks Nova, bringing up memories of how these two first met. Or, at the very least, how he remembers it.

"Ah, the day I became fed up with being the Fount of Knowledge. Most others like me corrupted under the pressure, as you know, but I found a way out. I am the greatest playwright and actor of my world after all! The "Sage of Truth" is merely a new identity I made for myself after ensuring the Fount of Knowledge vanished from the public eye. Disappeared! Gone without a trace! A vanishing act I pride myself on to this day. Left as nothing more than a silly myth for cookies to chase, I started my life over from the beginning with a new name, and all I left behind of my old world was a heavily worded letter to my creators should they ever come looking for me."

"He...." Star looks to the drawings of the cookie scattered across his desk. "Was the consequence of my actions. A Pure Vanilla Cookie who sought the truth of this world, and eventually chased that old myth to my empty spire. Where most Pure Vanilla Cookies find the Soul Jam of Truth, MINE is obviously still in my possession. So, his long and arduous journey was for nothing, in the end. All he found was my heavily worded letter meant for eyes that weren't his. And thus, he was the one who fell to deceit, instead."

He still remembers the day he was giving a lecture out in public when the Truthless Recluse appeared. He'd heard the rumors that a cookie had taken up residence in his old spire, but he didn't think much of it before that day. There was nothing of use to Star left in that old spire, but the Truthless Recluse had made it into something else. He turned away the cookies chasing an old myth now long dead, and the spire's twisting of time and space had granted the Recluse an immortality of his own to keep turning cookies away, a new myth now in the place where the Fount stood.

Regardless, her eyes shifted alongside the Sage’s to the page that was in front of him, a soft humming sound leaving her, as she studied the paper; picking up on the fact that it was a drawing of a certain vanilla cookie that seemly to be tied to the other regardless of what timeline they were in.

Two cookies destined for each other….  Whenever enemies or friends… Truth and Deceit…

“Ah yes! I do briefly remember our fateful encounter and the discussion we held.” She replied casually, nodding along as the Sage spoke about himself, before he became the Sage of Truth and allowed his old self to disappear from sight completely.

Which… Funny enough… Similar to her… Although she may not discard her old names; she did in a sense drop her identity and allow herself to change constantly over time to ensure time ran smoothly and never stopped… To allow cookiekind to keep moving forward even if it meant breaking shards of her old self and letting those shards become nothing besides memories that she kept in her mind and used to ensure the same mistakes weren’t made or certain disasters never happen.

In fact…. She could even relate to having a cookie that took root in one’s heart and them being on the mind nearly twenty-four seven… As a certain investigator came to her mind whom she lost due to the circumstances that happened and time being ripped apart in the future.

A future she was determined to never pass…  Even if it meant she could not be with the other.

“Yes. yes… That would make sense… Truth and Deceit can not exist without one or the other…. Therefore, it would make sense why the Pure Vanilla of your world would turn to Deceit when you hold the Truth in your hand but in a sense... He didn’t use that Deceit to be cruel or at the very least he protect cookiekind from being hurt even if it meant shrouding the cruel truth from sight… Thus, even if one can make the argument he ‘corrupted’... It didn’t make him a malicious cookie.” Nova commented, placing a hand against her cheek, with a smile on her face.

Regardless, she listened as she gave a small nod of her head to show that she was listening before her eyes narrowed even more whilst picking at her own claws… Yes… She did seek freedom… She does want the ability to break the shackles placed on her and pick the path she wanted that was ruled by no one but herself.

She had enough chains placed on her and the beast despised the feeling of being trapped whether it was silver roots wrapped around her soul or pure darkness threatening to sink her into an abyss that one could never recover from.

They had been watching her with idle interest. The anger, the volatile anger which tightens to constrict the idiots who wander into the web. Though the Dark Enchantress of her timeline was a particularly nasty piece of work… not the one she was familiar with! And frankly, Timekeeper could only hold so many hands.

She digressed.

That anger was usually directed to those who foolishly got on the wrong side of her.

Either way, she drummed her fingers against her arms as she listened to Timekeeper, speaking how they were offering a chance to break out of the weave that cling to her, and how it would be the stepping stone in the direction that she wanted to go.

There was a moment of silence before

“... Fine… I will humor this considering I have nothing else to lose… And it’s better than doing nothing.” Hopefully, she was making the right choice considering…. She didn’t know if her timeline was still intact nor if she could get back to it… Back to him… If he was still around….

He had still be around.