MYO-648: Bahem

Salem walked to his door, grumbling. He has spent his day indoors and taking care of some of his work. Making his trinkets, updating his store page, that sort of stuff. He wasn't expecting visitors, nor did he want any, but he knew that if he didn't at least acknowledge the door, they would keep knocking. He grabbed the doorknob and shoved the piece of wood in order to open it. Immediately, not only was Salem blinded with the light of the daytime, but had to hear an obnoxiously bright voice a...

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...

Angora was humored by Bahem, but also admittedly pitied him. She had seen him more often in the past, years before he had joined the Church of Sulfur. He was a fresh bun who had just arrived to Burrowgatory, and he had already ended up as a plaything of a local crime boss. He would come around and simply... be there to grab drinks for others while his boss played the slots. She had heard about what happened to him later too, after all, she was distinctly aware of any bun that ended up homeles...

"So that's a variety pack of Dango for 850 Carats, and a Fifteen Pack of Sea Salt Mochi for 2,250 Carats- that'd be a 3,100 Carat total, right?" Bahem asked, rummaging through his bag for the carats that Oleander had given him in order to get some nice snacks for the church. It was one of his many tasks, and he always dropped by Dan's whenever it was asked of him. He enjoyed it, and the members of the church enjoyed it, so it was honestly ideal. Dan nodded with a small hum. Bahem...

He wasn't planning on drinking anyways, but Bahem had to admit that he wasn't expecting this either. The uniform that he was placed in, he wouldn't even really call it clothes now that he thought about it. It was a pair of cuffs, a bowtie, and what could only be described as a thong with matching thigh highs. He knew that this was part of the job, and something that he had to do if he wanted to help, but that didn't stop him from being a bit embarrassed. Hops didn't expect a man of the church...

"So, You've handled Imps before?" Hutch asked, walking through the grasses with Bahem as he looked over the net he was given. It was a very large net, large enough to capture any imp that was commonly seen in Burrowgatory. "Well, yes. You could say that. I used to have a Bonezo, but it also wasn't exactly mine... but I took care of him so he was mostly mine, it's complicated." They knew how it was. Sometimes organizations had buns taking care of imps, and even if they're much better owners fo...

"What the..." Jackal spoke out to herself as she looked towards her usual smoking spot outside of the church. It was usually silent and empty unless she had invited one of the other envy buns to smoke a few cigs with her, but instead, there was a vaguely familiar robed figure leaning against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here, Bahem? Don't tell me Oleander asked you to come out here and give me a talk about some dumb shit regarding my health."Bahem, who had been nervously...

Mercy knew that this was going to happen eventually, and while they weren't sure if they were ready for it, they could certainly try to be as ready as possible. Bahem sat in front of them with his arms around one of the many pieces of religious scripture that the church had. He wasn't reading it, he was simply clinging onto it like a comfort object. They let him have a moment in silence, watching as his hands ran over the leather of the book and tapped nervously upon the covers. "Bahem, I kno...