MYO-417: "Calcifer"

“So… I’ve been dreaming.” This was said so matter-of-factly that neither Jackal nor Calcifer paused their meal to look at the mysterious succubun that had taken residence in Jackal’s flat for the past week. Quietly—and in their best attempt to keep their hand from shaking too much—they set down the teacup they held (that was part of a tea set that looked much too out of place for Jackal’s flat AND budg...

“Leader Jackal, I’m not sure…”“Hey man, you said it yourself. Sometimes you gotta get in there and get the information yourself, and like HELL that’s gonna come easy at this point.” Jackal grumbled indignantly, putting the slightest bit of pressure on the tension wrench as she wiggled her hook into the lock’s mouth. O...

“URGHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN LOOKING FOR?!”“Shhhhhh… steel thy resolve, Leader Jackal! Fear not, for I am here!”“That doesn’t make it any better!” What a whirlwind these past several days have been for these two intrepid buns. On one of the “hang outs” that these two...

“Dude, are you for real right now?”“Leader Jackal, I am never not ‘for real right now’!” The voices of an odd pair of buns resounded from the halls of a certain establishment located in a sprawling offshoot from northern Burrowgatory. The Hoarde was quite a unique place — a lowered entryway leads into the unassuming building’s front… but the scenery hidden ...

Four entirely different buns… all in one place. Well… this was awkward. It wasn’t as if the temperament of the environment was off, no; the statement commonly shared between the four gathered there was a simple matter-of-fact observation. An idol, a fireworks salesman, an archivist and a religious shop-owner walk into an establishment… well perhaps it wasn’t as awkward upon further observation, as o...

More often than not, the name of Sparkling Skies Inc.’s proprietor Dagasho did not come up in the talk of cooking. Nay, perhaps it was more apt to say that the two were intentionally kept at a distance, like a beast sealed away for the good of the general public… was it a thing of folly to open the verboten door, to explore what lies beyond the point of no return? This bun doth not know, yet he pushes onward— ...

“Hail to thee, Damsel Hops! It is I, Calcifer Ichabod VII, the—”“Sorry! Sorry Lord Calcifer, not now! I’m — AAAH!” The perilous tower of glass and alcohol oh-so-carefully balanced atop Hops’ mighty stainless-steel steed (or serving tray, if thou dost wish to be so boorish wit...

A true scholar’s thirst for knowledge never stops at just the tangible things. At some point in life, every bun comes to know of the intangible, the unexplainable… and really, what could be more unexplainable than the secret behind the Damsel of the Drink’s craft? And she’s selling it for this much? Sacrilege! For such a hexing secret, shouldn’t it cost more than just ...

You would have never thought that such a group could be gathered on a pew at the Church of Sulfur… but fate and its ruminations work in strange ways, and Burrowgatory is naught but subject to the woes and wills of the higher powers of yore. The situation with the hazeblooms, the stakeout, and Damsel Hops’ dignity turned out to be quite the bit more messy than Calcifer had foreseen; the two of them had lurched forward, nets blazing, forgetting the “capture” part of their motive ...

The preparations have been made. Scraps of camouflaging fabric from Velveteen (The Purveyor of the Threads of Fate), an apparatus for catching fiends from Hutch (The Tamer of Wild Beasts), and sustenance to last through a night from Shibani (The Duke of the Dreamworld) … all of these things are essential supplies to catch the boldly feasting fiend that snacks on gardens as such. Especially after the fields had been ravaged another time, so close to the blooming point… th...

With a new week brings new dawns, and soon the fruits of one’s labor shall— “AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The cry of a damsel rings true through the hallowed halls of the Casino. Some present did not feel the need to pay heed to yet another cry among the masses, but the good name of Calcifer Ichabod VII, the Sanguineous Scourge Upon the Lands rode upon responding to the beck and call of the Hazebloom Damsel… and that was no ordinary cry. A chill ran through Calci...

Yet another visit to the fields of yore, yet another day to toil mercilessly in the throes of vines and vice. The fields behind the Casino were full of daily battles — watering, checking for weeds, fertilizer, working with natural pesticides… more than one can count on one’s digits. However there is one more degree of work that must be done to promote a healthy garden. To bring a crowd around requires resources beyond comprehension… if there is too much, one must “cut away” the un...

The buds break free from their restraints as time flows, the deep blue hue of the leaves bloom forth and reach ever closer to the sky as they seek the light of day, to be purged from their feeble lesser shells just as a bun seeks their greater vice amongst the stars. That is to say… the initial hazebloom seeds that Calcifer had planted with Hops his first go around had indeed started to sprout. Of course there were plenty of other plots to tend to—high risk, high reward yield as Ho...

Just as the brightest lights crawl across the sky and the darkest deeds lay under the city’s hooves, so too does Calcifer Ichabod VII, the Sanguineous Scourge Upon the Lands’ desire for knowledge fester ever brighter. Yes, there is indeed no obstacle too great for a scholar of the ages such as himself, no deed too dastardly and no price too great… So, why was he here with a hoe (tool, not person) in the middle of a field behind the Wonderland Casino, sweating over something that ...