"Oh... My dress has never looked like this before."
[It isn't the first time Pumpkin Pie Cookie has awoken somewhere she didn't expect, or even more corporeal than usual. If anything, hearing the name Mom, had been more jarring. Regardless, when she comes spilling out the front door of New Bark Town, the orange-haired girl in lolita regalia is seemingly nonplussed about her sudden arrival. There's a sigh in her voice as she twirls, as though caught in a waltz with an invisible partner, her arm outstretched to examine the changes that have befallen her.]
"... Or my dough." [She turns with a gentle, disarming smile.]
"Why look, Pompon, this must be a costume party!"
[Except.. her companion seems to be nowhere near. She realizes with distress how empty her arms feel from the absence of the doll.]
"Pompon? Pompon?! Where did you go? Where are you?... You promised. You promised we would always be..!"
[She pauses as a bright orange orb bumps her stockings. A creature, as dark as the pumpkin that grew in the abandoned lot from which her ingredients were extracted.]
"Oh. Oh there you are."
[They look quite different. More round than flat, but if she as a cookie has also taken on considerably different proportions, would her doll, too, have not had quite the makeover? Gingerly she drops to a crouch.]
"..."
[Yes, yes it surely must be. Because Pompon would never leave her alone. Pompon promised. The creature nudges itself into her arms and she hugs it in return.]
"Yes... yes I'll always know it's you, Pompon."
[She smiles sweetly, squeezing tighter. It's no good to be sad at a party.]
II.) Eye Contact
"Excuse me."
[When you are new somewhere, you act by imitation. Unfortunately, for all involved, Pumpkin Pie has decided that the local battle 'NPC's' are the one's to emulate, no matter how uncanny the behavior. Which is why you can find her standing motionless in the woods, in the shadow of a building, out of the corner of your eye, anywhere really!
"Would you help us with something?"
[Regardless of the answer, all it takes is the other person opening their mouth for her to unleash a pokeball in their direction; a skitty pops out primed and ready.
You made eye contact, it's time to battle!]
III.) Tea Time [Hello weary traveler. Would you care for a little refreshment? Clearly the side of the road on route 31, just as night is beginning to fall, is the perfect time and place for a tea party!
There's a nice little assortment of brewed kettles and cups spread out on a picnic blanket; tiny jars for sugar, cream, honey, all delicately arranged under a big parasol Pumpkin has driven into the ground.
Pay no mind to the gastley and misdreavis that seem to be congregating to curiously watch in the forest behind. The girl doesn't seem phased in the slightest to have extra eyes all around her.
She giggles, and raises her cup in a toast.]
"Would you care to join us?" [Yes 'us'-- if you didn't notice them before, a pumpkaboo floats up to offer an empty tea cup.]
"Pompon has made tea."
IV.) WILD: Anything goes! Help me give this place a whirl!
OOC: Pumpkin Pie is a freshly baked humanized cookie who may or may not be dead and or the spirit of Halloween in her canon-- don't worry about it! She's spooky but harmless. Come say hello!
Pumpkin Pie Cookie | Cookie Run: Kingdom
"Oh... My dress has never looked like this before."
[It isn't the first time Pumpkin Pie Cookie has awoken somewhere she didn't expect, or even more corporeal than usual. If anything, hearing the name Mom, had been more jarring. Regardless, when she comes spilling out the front door of New Bark Town, the orange-haired girl in lolita regalia is seemingly nonplussed about her sudden arrival. There's a sigh in her voice as she twirls, as though caught in a waltz with an invisible partner, her arm outstretched to examine the changes that have befallen her.]
"... Or my dough." [She turns with a gentle, disarming smile.]
"Why look, Pompon, this must be a costume party!"
[Except.. her companion seems to be nowhere near. She realizes with distress how empty her arms feel from the absence of the doll.]
"Pompon? Pompon?! Where did you go? Where are you?... You promised. You promised we would always be..!"
[She pauses as a bright orange orb bumps her stockings. A creature, as dark as the pumpkin that grew in the abandoned lot from which her ingredients were extracted.]
"Oh. Oh there you are."
[They look quite different. More round than flat, but if she as a cookie has also taken on considerably different proportions, would her doll, too, have not had quite the makeover? Gingerly she drops to a crouch.]
"..."
[Yes, yes it surely must be. Because Pompon would never leave her alone. Pompon promised. The creature nudges itself into her arms and she hugs it in return.]
"Yes... yes I'll always know it's you, Pompon."
[She smiles sweetly, squeezing tighter. It's no good to be sad at a party.]
II.) Eye Contact
"Excuse me."
[When you are new somewhere, you act by imitation. Unfortunately, for all involved, Pumpkin Pie has decided that the local battle 'NPC's' are the one's to emulate, no matter how uncanny the behavior. Which is why you can find her standing motionless in the woods, in the shadow of a building, out of the corner of your eye, anywhere really!
"Would you help us with something?"
[Regardless of the answer, all it takes is the other person opening their mouth for her to unleash a pokeball in their direction; a skitty pops out primed and ready.
You made eye contact, it's time to battle!]
III.) Tea Time
[Hello weary traveler. Would you care for a little refreshment? Clearly the side of the road on route 31, just as night is beginning to fall, is the perfect time and place for a tea party!
There's a nice little assortment of brewed kettles and cups spread out on a picnic blanket; tiny jars for sugar, cream, honey, all delicately arranged under a big parasol Pumpkin has driven into the ground.
Pay no mind to the gastley and misdreavis that seem to be congregating to curiously watch in the forest behind. The girl doesn't seem phased in the slightest to have extra eyes all around her.
She giggles, and raises her cup in a toast.]
"Would you care to join us?" [Yes 'us'-- if you didn't notice them before, a pumpkaboo floats up to offer an empty tea cup.]
"Pompon has made tea."
IV.) WILD: Anything goes! Help me give this place a whirl!
OOC: Pumpkin Pie is a freshly
bakedhumanized cookie who may or may not be dead and or the spirit of Halloween in her canon-- don't worry about it! She's spooky but harmless. Come say hello!