Entry #13 [Knead]

Entry #13. I stand by what I said previously. Cyno [Butter] will not be useful in my plan whatsoever. However, there is something that makes this Cyno more interesting.

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There is a part of herself that is not seen by the public eye. In fact, it is only when the sun comes down that her powers emerge.

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See, after the shop closes and the regular patrons all leave home for the night, the knights come alive. Knights made out of butter. They dance around the kitchen with Cyno, helping her mix, whisk, cut, bake, anything you imagine a regular person doing. Their constitution is fully that of butter. When the furnace gets too hot, they melt and become a soft puddle of butter on the table. If it is scooped up in time, it then hardens and gains back its previous knight form. If they are left unattended, they will seep through the table and vanish, as if it had never existed. 

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Cyno [Butter] works hand in hand with them, and sometimes, they will even sacrifice themselves in order to add butter into her mixtures, such as when croissants are being made. Since their constitution is so weak, they would not work well as soldiers in a real battle. The most knights I have seen active are around 590, after a particularly large order by an affluent customer. Regularly, however, regardless of how many are “sacrificed” and how many melt, there are always at least fifty of them dancing around the kitchen when there are no customers around.

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I am unaware as to whether or not they can take any other shape. I have thus far only seen butter knights, but I am not aware of any rule that prohibits them from taking another form. I have seen several butter knights melt together and briefly become slightly bigger, but the form was ultimately relinquished to make an eclair. 

After they are done with their job, they either vanish or melt. Does that mean the butter in the food also vanishes? It appears not to, as the food is still baked normally. Therefore, perhaps Cyno [Butter] can create butter itself by will. I am not sure what sort of situation would trigger her Starcore to give her this power. I am also not sure how the physics of the universe allows for this.

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Regardless, when I was following her today, after she was done with her closed-shop baking, she brought satchels of bread along shadowy streets with flickering lights and handed them out to those who wished for it. Free of charge. For children, she showed them a butter knight or two, sparking a brief flame of joy in the desolate darkness. When she was done with her journey, she returned home, visibly tired. Her till was filled with just enough money to go even for the day.

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Despite this, when a young child came knocking on her door, she let them in. When she heard his stomach growl, she baked bread. And when the children revealed a little cat curled in his jacket, she baked a little cat treat as well. 

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I do not eat. I cannot eat, as I do not have a form. It is something I did not truly realise until watching Cyno [Butter]. Since I simply project my mind into other worlds. I have sight. I have sound. But the rest of my senses are lost. No touch, no smell, no taste. It had never bothered me before, as I do not need those senses in order to report on the universes. I did not care for those senses.

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However, staring at the little loaf of bread coming out of the oven, the butter knights melting and solidifying, trying to survive in order to bring the food to the giggling child, I felt a pang of hunger. It was small and slight, just a little knot at the base of my stomach, but I had a fleeting thought, a memory of a smell. It was slightly burnt, buttery smooth, warm. I heard laughter, heartily, and I felt the warmth on my tongue. 

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Then, all of a sudden, it became apparent how dark and cold my room was. How cold the world felt. 

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So, I stand by what I said previously. Cyno [Butter] will not be useful in my plan whatsoever. She is weak and kind, and eventually her place will be ransacked or she will be forced to close down and return to space. She is not ruthless enough to climb up the social ladder and she does not influence anybody in her actions. Those she helped may become used and destroyed, or worse, they may climb to the top to use and destroy others. They probably will not remember her or her little butter knights. But despite that, when I look at the soft fluffy bread coming straight out of the oven, I begin to wonder if my idea of usefulness matters to her at all.

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Perhaps there are things that cannot be measured, with cups or with numbers. 

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