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Many would consider Oliver a staunchly devout follower of the Church of Sulfur. He very often made time to visit, read up on scripture on his own time, and attended sermons as much as possible. However, Oliver considered himself a heretic against the church—a workaholic who knew full well that his prioritization of his job over his vices was wrong, yet did so anyway. His frequent visits to the Church of ...

Taffy's eyes glittered as she gazed upon the flowers. In the time since she had planted them, they had begun to bloom.   At first, she truly did not care for the Heavenly Embassy, but visiting the same place over and over and helping its local community has a way of cultivating a fondness inside of you. She never would have guessed a couple months ago that she would be making time in the morning to visit.   A clearing of the throat sounded from across the room be...

“The flowers you planted are growing very well.” Primrose's voice was rather soft while looking at the seedlings piping up from the flower bed. It was the tone one takes when looking at a childhood photo or an old favorite toy. Words veiled in the dusty color of memories. “You think so?” The flowers didn't bring any nostalgia to Taffy's mind, but it was practically radiating from Primrose, falling ...

Despite the recent news, the nightclub Love in a Bottle was still doing business. Sure, maybe continuing to encourage people to spend the night out was reckless, but the club owner refused to give the staff paid time off or temporarily switch over to a diurnal schedule.  To compensate as much as possible, the general manager, Oliver, posted the advisory from the police department across every wall of the ...

“Strawberry dango this time! I seriously need it after the week I’ve had at work…” Taffy sighed as she gazed at the pink goodness that was a mere 100 carats away from her stomach. Dan gave a curt nod and grabbed the specified treat. “I should hope you have been making time to practice making dango amidst your busy schedule.” “Oh, I have...

It was quiet in the room, just Shoot and Hutch. So far, it seemed like this trip to the Imporium was actually going to be incident-free for once. Taking the opportunity, Shoot spoke up. “Hey, Hutch. I’ve been meaning to ask you something. It's about the little dude I got from here.” ...

Taffy did not like Primrose. Not one bit. She had a general disdain towards those with prickly and sour attitudes, and the cherubun’s literally-holier-than-thou demeanor only made him more infuriating to her. She was willing to be civil and force herself to act cheerful as usual when he was nearby, but the truth was that his presence never failed to sink her mood. She assumed that the feeling was mutual,...

Something always seemed to happen when Shoot visited the Imporium after he adopted his phloof. Every time he would drop by the pet supply shop area to pick up some equipment or a new imp toy, there was a stampeding herd of mamoo, an imp trainer accidentally throwing a ball through one of the windows, or some other sort of mishap. Just one of those places that attracted hijinks, he supposed. This time seeme...