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Sebastian cocks his head to the side the way a raven might when it witnesses something particularly curious. He's not sure how this cookie creature snuck its way into the Phantomhive kitchens. Perhaps... no. Surely it was not created here. Barring its little backstory that it seems to believe wholeheartedly, no one alive on the Estate knows how to do such a thing.

"A shabti, or an ushabti, is a small clay figurine common in Ancient Egyptian funerary sites. They were to serve the deceased in the afterlife. No, I suppose you are no such thing."

"You...You are a annoying gnat."

~༺ :||  A talking cookie. There must have been some sort of enchantment or magic at hand, but the shiny gem was a new captivation. Unfortunately he didn't feel inclined to answer with his interests.

"I have a sweet tooth," he revealed rather bluntly.

It wasn't often that Burning Spice had tasted the cold, bitter blade of defeat.

Perhaps he was overconfident. Perhaps losing himself and succumbing to the chaos deep within had not been his shining point. Regardless of what it may have been, he found himself crawling up from his own ruin once more.

While the battle was…refreshing, truly challenging! It was also…bitter somehow. The feeling of debris around him gave way to a myriad of conflicting feelings. Rubble and crumbled earthbread against his dough felt familiar in the worst of ways.

A reminder of how he had lost all he once loved. A stinging prang like an arrow to the heart. Visions of the great Herald of Change washed over him for a moment as he propped himself up with his mighty battle axe.

Once blazing pupils were reduced to dull, flickering flames as he felt his energy run low. Burning Spice pulled his tired body from the shambles around him. His limbs felt as if someone had tied choco bricks to each one and he was carrying around the extra weight while weakened.

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"It's alright and you don't need to apologize, Pure Vanilla Cookie." White Lily spoke, the concern could be heard in her voice, as she looked at him.

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When it came to magic, Jafar was always the one to seek out any form of magic. He would especially seek it out if it meant he gained more power into his artillery. "This so called soul jam...it intrigues me..."He muttered as he looked over the information from the book he found in Maleficent's library courtesy of Chernabog. He had no idea that it had to deal with cookies though, let alone sentient ones.