Mercy

Although Fortuna didn’t subscribe to the beliefs of the Church of Sulfur, she felt that sometimes confessing your wrongs helped to take things off your chest. Besides, how would Oleander even know it’s her when he probably takes a bunch of confessions all the time? Her wrongs weren’t even too bad compared to probably some others. She just wanted to get her feelings of lack of self control off her chest since the past few days she’d been unable to keep he...

It had been… a while since Madeira had returned to the Church of Sulfur. She had mixed feelings about coming back now, a little before Matentine’s, but… she wasn’t interested in experiencing this ‘heat’ thing that other buns talked about, and the church was the place to go to get things to avoid that. Plus, Mercy still seemed to want regular checkups on how she ...

“You’ve wasted a great deal of my time this evening,” the elegant looking bun said, hands on her hips. Madeira chewed on the inside of her cheek, uncomfortable.  She didn’t really know what she had done wrong…  Or who this bun was, for that matter. “My time is very valuable, and what you did...

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...

Andi wasn’t really much of one for coming to church.  Still, her best friend had told her she should go around this time if she wanted to see…  Ah fuck, she’d forgotten what it was that she was supposed to be seeing.  Oh well.  Since she was supposed to see it, presumably she would see it.  Or she could always ask one of the buns who worked here about what she was supposed to see.  They’d probably know. ...

Two dolls stand on the burrowgatory beach… and neither of them want to be there. Kuro is setting up a booth, currently, on the edge of the path to the waterway. The table is stacked with bunbles. Beside the table is a cooler filled with ice and bottles of water. Such is the perfect tactic, crafted by Mercy themselves, to lure in buns off the hot sand and to the table dedicated to the religion so their most willing, most eager, most charismatic priest can attem...

It was with a big sigh that Tsubaki finally entered the Church of Sulfur. She always tried to avoid the place if she could because it gave her weird vibes, but she found herself coming here more often lately. If there was one thing that could tempt Tsubaki to go just about anywhere, it was money. Mercy was already waiting for her inside. Ever since Tsubaki caught the head nun stealing from the donation box a while back, the two had entered into a business relationship with one another....

It has been two months since Orryn and Mercy’s little deal, and so far Orryn thought it was the best decision he had ever made in his life.    By some divine intervention, he had successfully caught Mercy in the act of greed itself, skimming a few carats off the top of the church tithes. Being of greed himself, he understood their motifs but of course, his silence would not come without a price. The informa...