#handfulofmuses

She snickers good-naturedly.

He could have been discreet; had a peek and then concocted a tight-nit plan to lure the guy into a trap. Really, he could have.

Instead, he turns around, several weapons extruding from both arms, his chest cavity, and the harness on his back. He steps in front of the little ranger, blocking him from view.

"WHERE?"

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It was odd to be invited into this place. To even be trusted enough to be shown something like this.

Nefarious ducked slightly as he stepped inside the treehouse, his line of sight sweeping across the interior as he took it all in. Plans and schematics which had obviously been drawn up by a determined child plastered the walls, displaying all kinds of ideas to solve everything she and her people had been forced to face for so long.

His head tilted curiously, observing it all. And he moved forward, crossing the small space to more-closely examine a particularly ambitious-looking diagram.

"Huh… bold plans you've got here." They were definitely different than the strategies he was used to executing,. But still, he had to admit, Susie's bravery was impressive. She was on a mission to help her planet, and in all honesty, he'd met even seasoned warlords with less determination. Plus, from what he'd gotten to know about Susie by this point, he was sure this kid wouldn't hesitate to charge headfirst into any one of these plans. He'd seen it already. Susie had been fully ready to lead an assault straight into an enemy base. And for whatever reason… that was oddly concerning.

At her question however, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Any good?? They're insane."

It felt like ages since the two of them crossed paths. Perhaps, in many ways it was. Brute had been there when Red Velvet announced his leave. While it hurt him to know their paths diverged, he wished them well and wanted happiness for them, just as he did when Dark Choco left. He buried the guilt in wanting to be closer, but only being able to afford to in doses. While everything was bittersweet, he often wondered how the cakes had been. His people, the ones always oppressed and seen as little more than dirt beneath cookie's feet were finding their own ground. It may not have been the world he yearned for - one where cakes ruled, one where he made the cookies who saw him as a MONSTER bow before his greatness... No... He could have never had that. He knew that now. Even pursuing equality on it's most basic level would take years, time, and effort on both parts to make peace with eons long opposition to each other. In his own way, Brute wanted to be a hero, but he was nothing more than a disgrace, a failed martyr for all of cake kind. Even utilizing the power of the pomegranate gem, something that could have crumbled him left nothing but a scar - a brand to remind him how far he'd go for power. While he got the thing he wanted, he couldn't help but feel...hollow for that.

Shadow continues to be friends with the mutants, i see.........

(good, as he should)

If Pastry were to be honest, she was tired, tired of everything as she thought over all the choices that she made that lead to this very moment… Where she was fighting for her life and fighting for a side that…. Simply didn’t care what happened to them and a side which only brought more suffering to the world… A fact which sat ill within her dough considering she wanted to crave a future where they were free to make their own choices… One that was not determined by the witches.

…. What a joke… 

She ran away to get away from worshipping the witches to only end up in a group where the leader was trying to become a witch herself…. A fact that Pastry would never dream of with how much the other despised the witches and what the witches did to her.

How she was created. She was the very thing she hated.

Regardless, Pastry looked at Pom Pom Dough Cookie with a somber expression, feeling sorry that the young cookie who only knew nothing but despair, pain and suffering in the world, and how she along with her siblings' fates was one created to be absolutely cruel.

She wanted to kill Dark Enchantress Cookie and Butter Roll Cookie.

"I know there are walking sharptooth, and swimming sharptooth, and flying sharptooth...question is, can you understand flying sharptooth?"

Petrie is sitting on a mossy rock, holding a leaf, and comes out with the question from nowhere. Seems he's been ruminating on it, for a bit. He knows Ducky told a terrible tail of screeching little hatchlings trying to snap at her.