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fount_of_knowledgeHow long has it been since the Fount last fell asleep? Days? Months? No, years, probably. And a decent amount of those, even if time may be flowing a bit differently in Earthbread. Everything fell into place, somehow- memories shifted, Blueberry Academy itself lost its 'founder' and with just a tiny bit of illusion magicks over his old portrait and such? He was not quite known as 'Headmaster' anymore, merely residing in the Spire of Knowledge or occasionally slipping outside and walking in the middle of villages to offers asistance.
He wasn't necessarily altering himself out of history, his mark in Blueberry Yogurt academy were everywhere, but he allowed students and staff to choose their own 'truth'. Witches know of the growing bitterness inside him as cookies turned against him just for speaking the most honest truths or how frustration kept growing every time people asked him why their crops weren't growing as they should after planting the same seed over and over and over and OVER in the same field. He tried to explain the concept of 'crop rotation' so many times he was about to take the identity of a farmer himself and get his hands dirty just to prove a point.
Still, he was the Fount of Knowledge. He had a rle to play and he had duties toward cookies of all shapes, sizes and flavors- so he merely stood there in a place where everyone could reach, where everyone could get their simple 'Maybe you should try snappeach seeds this time, the Weave murmurs me it's the right choice' where simple brains would refuse to understand that planting the same thing over and over in a parasite infested terrain was not a good idea- Oh, if they only knew 'Weave' was just a fancy word for 'Logic'.
Surrounded by books and scrolls, the Fount floats peacefully as he signs document after document. They's how NiGHTS finelly finds him- not passed out on the floor because even an immortal body can demand to turn everything off when politics and social paperwork gets too boring.. He's elegant, graceful and when he hears the door spring open behind him in the office- well, he swallows a 'why not knocking first? and closes his eyes instead, offering a calm and composed smile that attempts to show the font as grace incarnate.
"Greetings. I am your Fount of Knowledge. How may I assist you today, young one?"
Because every cookie, young or old, is a 'young one' for someone who managed to live long enough to see their ancestors and the ancestors of their ancestors. And... wait. There's a blink. Another blink as he studies the somewhat familiar figure- he.... he knows them? WAIT-
He wasn't necessarily altering himself out of history, his mark in Blueberry Yogurt academy were everywhere, but he allowed students and staff to choose their own 'truth'. Witches know of the growing bitterness inside him as cookies turned against him just for speaking the most honest truths or how frustration kept growing every time people asked him why their crops weren't growing as they should after planting the same seed over and over and over and OVER in the same field. He tried to explain the concept of 'crop rotation' so many times he was about to take the identity of a farmer himself and get his hands dirty just to prove a point.
Still, he was the Fount of Knowledge. He had a rle to play and he had duties toward cookies of all shapes, sizes and flavors- so he merely stood there in a place where everyone could reach, where everyone could get their simple 'Maybe you should try snappeach seeds this time, the Weave murmurs me it's the right choice' where simple brains would refuse to understand that planting the same thing over and over in a parasite infested terrain was not a good idea- Oh, if they only knew 'Weave' was just a fancy word for 'Logic'.
Surrounded by books and scrolls, the Fount floats peacefully as he signs document after document. They's how NiGHTS finelly finds him- not passed out on the floor because even an immortal body can demand to turn everything off when politics and social paperwork gets too boring.. He's elegant, graceful and when he hears the door spring open behind him in the office- well, he swallows a 'why not knocking first? and closes his eyes instead, offering a calm and composed smile that attempts to show the font as grace incarnate.
"Greetings. I am your Fount of Knowledge. How may I assist you today, young one?"
Because every cookie, young or old, is a 'young one' for someone who managed to live long enough to see their ancestors and the ancestors of their ancestors. And... wait. There's a blink. Another blink as he studies the somewhat familiar figure- he.... he knows them? WAIT-
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Date: 2026-03-21 12:10 pm (UTC)At one moment, they were browsing Nightopias and Nightmares, spreading themself across to whittle away the time as usual. It hasn't been that long since they've last met. Some... months? One or two? Give or take. It doesn't matter, not to them. But drifting through the dreams of Cookies and subtly influencing them when they could, it seems as if time was a mere skipping stone on a lake. A suggestion than of a rule. Ever would they keep their eyes peeled for the next a dream like the last would appear, but it just wouldn't.
The next, they see that exact dream, and burst in as fast as they could.
Was this reckless? Yes. Could the shock wake him up? Yes.
But.
Their Cookie-ness stares at Fount, silent for a solid few beats. And then...
"FOUNT, I DID NOT MEAN TO WAKE YOU UP LIKE THAT."
NiGHTS is in his face, before reflexively cringing, and backing off. Nice indoor voice they have. If he wasn't waking up from that alone, then that's a miracle and a half—but it just had to be said! That was pent up and saved for what, weeks on end? That sounds about right.
"Sorry—sorry, I mean—that doesn't... count? Sorry for the rude awakening. That's what I meant. You get that much, right?" Their palms wave in surrender. Stars, this was embarrassing. Are they making a mess out of this, already?
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Date: 2026-03-22 06:10 pm (UTC)That was enough to get a Fount to lose his composure.
"It's- okay!"
NiGHTS moved back, Fount also took the floaty equivalent of a generous step back. Fortunately enough, though? He didn't wake up, the need for sleep of his body had been that potent after all.
"I get it." He didn't even realize he was asleep and things were, for once, taking a moment to take order in his brain. oh, dear, he could feel Jam move so fast through his body right now- "I know yu didn't mean to wake me up, I think we got... carried away. Both of us."
He barely remembered that dream, but something about marshmallow wars? Witches, he was talking so fast, that was very undignified of him! Composure, Fount, Composure, don't disappoint your witches- even if they couldn't really see inside dreams.
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Date: 2026-03-23 02:37 am (UTC)"The point is, I'm not even sure how much you remember, but I've skimmed through some Cookie dreams. Where it's been ages for you since then, it's hardly a blink in time for me. It's been a few weeks at most. So..." Slowly, impossible azure looks back at him. "I... would hope? There's been some ripples in their behavior with what I played around with. How have you been since then?"
This was a fool's endeavor. What are they doing.
"Somebody pinch me..." Shaking their head with the heave of a sigh, they drop themself half-over. What a mess of things. They've recited the possible outcomes of this a few times in their head now, but all of that seems to be slipping away in the actual moment. They never were that much of a preparer, now were they... Wild to think they were once put in charge of an army and it somehow worked, hah. And where did that all go, again?
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Date: 2026-03-24 06:16 am (UTC)yetbut he also wants to be polite. "It will be okay." It's not fully okay now, but he just needs to calm down, really. "I just ask you to keep some distance, cookies and creatures of any other kind don't... touch me."He doesn't even realize how sad that sounds for someone who lives between others most of his days- but he's not 'a cookie', he's a guide, that's different. And he'd rather keep his personal space... personal.
"I remember you. I categorized you as a figment of my own imagination so I'm surprised to see you're not." Again, he doesn't really slep a lot. He did notice less stupid dream related questions too, but that's beside the point. "Welll.. I've been fine. I keep up with my duties without issue, but I'd rather... listen to you."
He's still processing the situation, the Fount may need a moment to relearn how to let themselves go. Oh- he does have news though.
"I no longer teach at the academy, that does count as a relevant change, I suppose?"
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Date: 2026-03-24 11:58 am (UTC)"And that's great! I was almost worried you were going to hold a grudge with me on the dodgeball thing, haha," comes a rub behind their head. They're not all too surprised by the notion he dismissed them as a figment, when it's just a natural part of the existence of their kind, after all. Sounds sad for a different reason, but does it need to be?
At the news of him no longer teaching though, their eyes light up. "Really? Good riddance!" They wipe pretend-sweat off their absent brows. Flippantly bold, per their usual brand, before their eyes blink wide at what they just said. "Not to dismiss you liking teaching, or anything, but more in the manner of, say, you aren't facing stupid questions at the frequency it was at the time, right?"
Maybe they still have too much faith in Cookie-kind.
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Date: 2026-03-24 04:13 pm (UTC)"Ah, well, a winner is a winner. If I held a grudge toward any cookie- no, person who didn't treat me with gloves I'd lose my mind- wouldn't you agree?" The Fount leans back, daring to be slightly less formal as his staff (his giant key) floats horizontally and he sits on it. It's... He still looks awfully composed, but thee's no comparison with the 'serene grace' attitude of just a moment earlier.
"Well, I cannot say I won't miss teaching, some students were brilliant on their own way-" were they? WERE THEY? Still, a bitter chuckle seems to follow NiGHTS's positive attitude "I explained crop rotation seven times this season. Four times to the same cookie. It's just part of my purpose. Not all question games can be as interesting as ours."
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Date: 2026-03-26 07:00 am (UTC)"I don't doubt there came at least some sharp minds out of it, but at least you aren't stuck bemoaning the song and dance that is romance." They've learned, alright, that some Cookies just don't get the hint. But it's a drop in the sea, in the grand scheme of things. "I mean—hey, nothing's stopping you from going outdoors a little more to teach instead of adhering to a strict schedule. Seriously, who made it so that seven o'clock is the optimal time to wake up for school?"
Alas, their expectations then come a little dashed. They can't help but snort. "Crop rotation? Seriously? Out of all things a farmer could ask, it's crop rotation? That's just planting different things depending on the weather and season, isn't it? How hard is that even if it's supposed to be part of your specialty?" A measure of reassurance isn't bad, but if they really were clueless, perhaps they weren't even cut out to be farmers.