MYO-1183: Darlet

With all of the different stores in Burrowgatory's cityscape selling their own brand of goods, it wasn't hard to encounter just about anything you could imagine in your day to day life. Novelty glassware and ceramics, freshly grown fruits and vegetables, sex toys fit for any occasion, arrays of clothing stores fit for any and all aesthetics. The list went from daily essentials to niche and specific hobbies. But it was all readily available if you walked around enough.    Darle...

A life lived to the fullest in Burrowgatory can feel very chaotic. The constant daily activities, shady night life, opportune crimes, reckless gambling, and lustful debauchery. Everything eventually becomes tiring with these constants. Indulging in sin all the time tended to make one appreciate the simple things, and bring out a softer side that just wants to feel normal. That normal is different for everyone, and for Darlet, that normal was being at home, alone in his room. Finally away from...

Peter was unsure how to respond to this request. He rarely had anyone show interest in his techniques for plush creation, and he didn't exactly advertise this skill when working for Velveteen. But Darlet's keen eye in spotting the side project he had been working on between outfits gave away this secret hobby of his. "So, you want to make an Imp?"    Darlet nodded his head excitedly. "I have a lil dude named Jekyll. He is big on curling up around stuff. I figure if I could mak...

The television at this bar showed various commercials that plagued the airtime between whatever program happened to be on. It was slow, and everyone that wasn't dancing or sitting at their own booths ended up scattered over at the bar. Darlet was minding his own business tonight, this was a place he hadn't found himself in before. A dancer, Phoenix, called out sick that day and the owner was less than enthusiastic about it, although that's just what he picked up from bar staff chatter. Smokin...

Early morning in Burrowgatory is quite serene. The caverns are quiet and nature is at its most peaceful state. The wooded areas Burrowgatory does sport are often lush and full with flora. This specific part of the woods is used as a camp grounds. When buns want to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life, and find a greener and lonelier nook to relax and or recover in. Thistle Point. This specific woods is one Quince knew quite well, roughing and gathering through it's branches and br...

"What are the ingredients for this one?" Darlet looked over the cooler of various fruits and syrups, plucking some out at random. "I know it's strawberry something something. But you made the recipe, not me." Eventually lifting a jar of strawberry preserves from the bottom of the cooler, placing it down on the counter.    Quince churned vanilla ice cream in a bowl, working on getting it fluffy and whipped for the recipe. "Fresh strawberries, strawberry preserves, white chocola...

The bar of the Wonderland Casino never failed to deliver on tasty drinks, entertaining conversation, and rich entrepreneurs flaunting their wealth much to the envy and or disgust of less endowed patrons. It was just another day on the job for Hops. It became another hard day when one of the bottles she was using slipped out of her hands and flooded the counter top with booze. Much to her horror, the liquid managed to pool off the side into a patrons lap. She did her best to rush and make up f...

Mercy is often the picture of perfection when one would imagine an upstanding member of the Church. They never did wrong by their fellow bun, always helping anyone that sought their guidance. But given the nature of Burrowgatory and it's indulgence in sin, some things were always present. Namely, the sin oriented horns adorning each and every bun that emerged from Bunnery. While these were not always a solid indicator of ones choice in sinful behaviour, Mercy was able to fly under the radar d...

The roof of the Wonderland Casino was not a place often explored in most visitors time at its luxurious establishment. Most would dare to say an attempt at getting access to any part of the casino not under Angora's watch was a death sentence. But the empty bottles that littered the concrete encasing the upper ceiling of it's structure would beg that finding a way on top was so easy, a drunk could do it. Jackal being the drunk in question, threw yet another bottle off of the roof. Listening t...

Bahem still wasn't exactly sure why Darlet wanted to meet up outside of the church. A brief discussion after service with vague connotations about indulgence, but he knew that some of the other priests may have been better suited for the job. He wanted to do his best though, and so obliged. Meeting at an old wooden building that reeked of seafood, he waited patiently outside of the doors for any sign of his companion for the night. Although the sound of cheers and laughter seemed to ease with...

When Quince asked about Darlet's Imps, she was intrigued by their dynamic. Jekyll was solitary and subtle. Like a fly on the wall in any room they were in. While Hyde was a force of chaos seeking attention from any and everyone. This social energy and fondness of being around other Imps and Buns alike gave her an idea for a training regimen. One that could help the Orange Remil to channel that endless energy into a more refined routine.    Darlet held Hyde in his arms, carryin...

After a long night on the town and in the pit, the best way to end the day always has to be a hearty drink. Darlet knew just the place to be when that craving hit. Guitar slung over his shoulder, thankfully still intact after a decent amount of work at the Casino kept it in his possession. Perhaps a few songs could coax out the cocktails he unfortunately didn't have the carats to pay for. His voice seemed to have done the trick for Angora, perhaps they could do the same for her trusty bartend...

Shibani had requested to visit Nibble the Stellaram one more time after their day together, the training on holding still during bedtime being a smashing success. The Imp's antsy nature had calmed in Shibani's presence, and it didn't try to wriggle free as much when held for long periods of time. It even seemed to mimic Shibani's habits of spontaneously napping,  shutting it's eyes mid flight and bumping into walls when it isn't paying attention.    "Perhaps a good farewell t...

For a Fair full of rides, side shows, and games. None of those ever seemed as interesting as the array of fried and fattening delicacies offered by fair food stands. You could get anything deep fried in these places, from fruit, to candy, to a whole stick of butter. Darlet wanted to see just how much he could eat tonight, and perused the endless stalls of buns selling their own specialty recipes.    The first stand he arrived to featured various flavoured Macarons shaped like ...

Opening your eyes in the morning shouldn't feel like a chore. But the velvet cased cushions held like chains against Darlet's hazy thoughts. Too many things bouncing around in the skull can make wrangling them into consciousness a difficult task, but one that would be sweetly remedied by the scent of mochi.    Finally ripping his drool drenched cheek away from the comfy prison, he looked longingly into the pile of pillows around him. His fur matted in places, his clothing stre...