"...and then th' dog went all Jules Verne an' dug to the center of the earth, an' now there's gonna be a hot springs episode'cause there's always a hot springs episode, y'know?"
Principal Blackwell looked… almost exactly the same as she had every other time Taylor had seen the woman. She had to wonder if Blackwell owned multiple copies of the same three-piece suit, or if maybe there was only the one, and Blackwell simply oozed into it every day as her chosen carapace for her gelatinous, pod-person body. It was probably the former. Probably.
Lunch was… palatable. For cafeteria food, anyway. More palatable was watching Emma sidle up for an attempt at needling her, only to shrink away when Yuuta, Haru, and a few of their friends chose to almost crowd around Taylor. Answering their questions was well worth the show and companionship. A few rumors had circulated among older siblings and friends, and friends of those friends, and so forth, until the recent meetings Taylor had endured were a topic that simultaneously managed to be very known about, and yet hardly understood. Apparently, gang circles worked in much the same fashion as high school ones. That… Taylor wasn't sure if that was comforting, or terrible.
...and you consume more ink pots in the process. Not such a big deal for the most part in Okami, but spamming it is generally considered a bad idea unless you've got a Inkfinity Stone running.
That's actually a rule of thumb, the element producing brush powers have more power the bigger they're drawn but cost more ink pots as they scale up. Using the more basic elemental manipulation powers is a lot easier on the ink, but does require that there first be a preexisting source of that element.
Everything is going too well, Taylor is actually happy, something is gonna go worn soon or I'm just paranoid due to reading way too many depressing worm fics
...and you consume more ink pots in the process. Not such a big deal for the most part in Okami, but spamming it is generally considered a bad idea unless you've got a Inkfinity Stone running.
That's actually a rule of thumb, the element producing brush powers have more power the bigger they're drawn but cost more ink pots as they scale up. Using the more basic elemental manipulation powers is a lot easier on the ink, but does require that there first be a preexisting source of that element.
In-game I never found burning ink w/o the item a big deal, but I definitely liked mixing up physical combat with ink prowess; Taylor doesn't have that option, but then again gaining the Inferno bonus is a fairly late-game thing for the most part.
Her father is still hiding his secret identity, Coil is still free and unmolested, and this is Earth Bet. I hate to agree, but there are enough shoes to fill a mall just ready to drop.
What makes you think Sunny will let anything bad happen to Taylor? The Empire was just in the way and not a deliberate target that Taylor was looking to eliminate. Now, imagine what would happen if she specifically decides to go after something.
What makes you think Sunny will let anything bad happen to Taylor? The Empire was just in the way and not a deliberate target that Taylor was looking to eliminate. Now, imagine what would happen if she specifically decides to go after something.
When we last left our intrepid heroes, they were trying to erase the realization that they'd all been played for MONTHS by a "dog" solely so it could get a hot spring for itself. Let's see how that turned out for them!
Emily pushed back her chair a few inches so that the panic button would be easily reachable, and took a moment to unlock the nearby drawer that held her sidearm. Just in case.
Either for whoever was about to break into her office, or (if her luck was running consistently) for herself when the person who broke into her office dumped a massive load of shit she'd have to deal with in her lap.
Hurrah! No Lung! No Protectorate! No... wait, what was that last one? "parting waves"? .... TEENAGERS DON'T DO THAT.
So what if people stared, or kept sneaking glances at her? Screw them. So what if their frequent checking of phones reminded her of her to-do list? That was a worry for another day.
...ah, that's the next plot point then. The visit from New Wave praising her for joining their cause of capes being open about their identities! (And a visit from their new kitten overlord, of course.)
I can't wait to see how Sunny deals with the Dallon sisters.
Try to ruin her Normal Day, would she? Taylor didn't have to take that silently. She gave the older woman an appraising glance and said, "Of course, Principal Blackwell. All students should be mindful of their school conduct. And, naturally, of the Golden Rule." Taylor smiled. "'Treat others as you wish to be treated.'"
Taylor saw Principal Blackwell's eyes widen just a fraction, and she smiled a little wider in response. She could almost see all of the complaints and reports she'd filed last year flash behind Blackwell's pupils.
Mr. Henrick must have seriously put the fear of God into that woman, though it was still a bit weird to be singled out like she was being. What had gotten under Blackwell's skin?
*eyes Taylor* Taylor, dear... maybe you should start making sure the ventilation is a bit better when you do your painting? I'm starting to suspect that you've fried more than a few brain cells with paint fumes, is all.
I don't really have the room or funds for a resort or anything, so I guess I'm building a bath house? Not entirely sure how that's going to come about, but it'll probably be fun.
The next day, a VERY large check arrives from Max Anders, accompanied by a note that read: "Please take this and use it to build a bath house that your dog can spend all its time in. Please."
It was supposed to be a Normal Day, but… well, a little bit of Shrine Business was Normal.
Taylor's just... gonna keep ignoring all the people taking her picture, isn't she. Just... not even going to recognize them. She's REALLY taking that "Today is A Normal Day!" thing all the way, isn't she.
...well, it worked for "Tea Time is Courtesy Time."
I'd like to take this moment to remind everyone reading this that the rate of sexually transmitted diseases among the residents of nursing homes and assisted care facilities is shockingly high.
Taylor chewed a bit on her lip, getting her thoughts in order. Sunny moved to sit closer by, pressed against her knee, and she rubbed the wolf's ears as she spoke.
Taylor Hebert, professional shrine maiden. She's in the Yellow Pages.
Taylor wouldn't necessarily have to quit. She wouldn't have to leave the shrine and go on to a career-- the shrine could be her career. Sunny (and Lung) hadn't given her a hot spring-- she'd given her options.
I have this mental image of everyone else who was at that meeting (minus Taylor) sprawled around the shrine in various stages of drunkenness and/or consciousness. (Lung and Purity both agreed that what happened during drunken commiserations STAYS during drunken commiserations. ...eventually they'll realize Armsmaster's helmet has a camera.)
Everything is going too well, Taylor is actually happy, something is gonna go worn soon or I'm just paranoid due to reading way too many depressing worm fics
Actually, that's exactly my opinion on this. Taylor being happy is like the moon suddenly caught on fire. It's so wrong and unnatural on so many levels that a nuclear winter is much more preferable.
Who wants to bet that Levi-chan's gonna bust in the Shrine and ruin the day?
...I didn't even notice the possibility, maybe because I'm running around with my phone (reading) all the time, maybe I'm becoming as oblivious as Taylor.
After their dangerous mission using experimental and highly unorthodox methods ended, Assault went to the Director's Office to make his report. Meanwhile Taylor has a Perfectly Normal Day.
Director Piggot looked up at her closed office door with a sudden, inexplicable feeling of dread. Her instincts quickly proved themselves right as noise started to filter through, soft at first, then louder as footsteps and arguing voices approached. Emily pushed back her chair a few inches so that the panic button would be easily reachable, and took a moment to unlock the nearby drawer that held her sidearm. Just in case.
"Directorrrrr, this talking thing! It's amaaaaazing!"
Piggot leaned back a bit from Assault, then shifted her gaze over to the PRT security who were making excuses. They cut off all attempts as she looked at them, then turned back to Assault, who was still in mid-babble.
"...and then th' dog went all Jules Verne an' dug to the center of the earth, an' now there's gonna be a hot springs episode 'cause there's always a hot springs episode, y'know?"
Assault continues to be the goddamned best Hero. Of course he knows anime cliches, he probably tried the whole ecchi protagonist "trip with girl and fall on her breasts" thing with Battery enough times to get it down to an art form.
The morning air was crisp and scented with the melancholy of falling leaves, and the sun had taken pity on the poor East coast and decided to stay unhidden by clouds more often than not. It was truly a day for the record books, not because of the unusually nice weather, but from the blue-moon occurrence that, months ago, would have sent Taylor running for the conspiracy theorist sections of PHO to explain:
My God! Sound the Sirens, Call the Triumvirate, Assemble the heroes and villains and if the endbringers want to pitch in, they're welcome to, because the apocalypse has surely begun!
Taylor pressed her cheek against the cold brick wall near Winslow's main entrance and sighed. Sweet, sweet normalcy! Let the other kids stare and whisper, she needed this. Homework, and boring lectures, and petty insults-- a return to the dull things in life! Taylor pulled back from hugging the building and nearly skipped inside. Hello, faulty central heating system! Good morning, uneven chairs and squeaky lockers! Great to see you, parting waves of asshole teenagers!
Taylor hiked her backpack a little higher on her shoulder, and sighed happily. Not a cape in sight. Wonderful.
Yeah, after the bullshit of that meeting, a bunch of asshole teenagers is nothing. Hell, compared to having to mediate a meeting between Lung and Armsmaster using nothing but your wits, your manners and your Dog, a few minutes of pathetic attempts at bullying might even be funny.
"I… see." Ms. Blackwell shuffled some of her papers around, stacking them neatly, and Taylor's frown intensified at the obvious time-stretching gesture. "Well, I suppose it is ultimately your decision. However, you will obey school rules and regulations while you are here, Miss Hebert. Don't cause any trouble, you understand?"
Try to ruin her Normal Day, would she? Taylor didn't have to take that silently. She gave the older woman an appraising glance and said, "Of course, Principal Blackwell. All students should be mindful of their school conduct. And, naturally, of the Golden Rule." Taylor smiled. "'Treat others as you wish to be treated.'"
Those lessons on being a good host and on Japanese etiquette are being understood, memorized, mastered and put to use faster than I ever thought possible. She can already make someone quiver in fear with just a single polite comment! The baachans must be proud!
Taylor had to wonder, for a moment, if maybe she was absorbing some sort of vindictive streak from the Baachan Collective. And if she was, did she particularly care? No, Taylor decided. She did not. She deserved a little vindictiveness now and then.
"Hm…" Taylor started chewing on her lip. It was supposed to be a Normal Day, but… well, a little bit of Shrine Business was Normal. She reached down for her backpack, rummaged a bit, then pulled out a notebook and a pencil. She started scribbling a bulleted list, getting her thoughts on paper before they could flutter away.
...Wait, She's enthusiastic about her job, has a popular shrine in what would normally be considered dangerous territory, with a Goddess that walks around and drinks loads of Sake and she is trying to increase the popularity of her shrine at all costs. She's not Reimu, She's Sanae!
"It-- yeah, I am. It is fun. Hard sometimes, really hard, but fun." Taylor chewed a bit on her lip, getting her thoughts in order. Sunny moved to sit closer by, pressed against her knee, and she rubbed the wolf's ears as she spoke. "And there's a bunch more I think I could do, but… well, it kinda occurred to me to wonder how I'll keep up with it after I graduate. Dad's been keeping a college fund, and I know it's what Mom would want…"
It's nice to see Taylor still has normal teenage problems and worries, besides her troubles appeasing drunkard Wolf Goddesses and driving Dragons deeper into debt.
"Well, then you do that, Taylor. Just do be careful, though. I hear the ABB is thick on the ground around those parts."
It was Taylor's turn to smile. "Oh, kinda. I've seen some around. They don't really want to bother the shrine, though." Another thought nudged its way to her awareness, and made Taylor smile wider. "Though, I've met even more cool old people, since I've been working there."
"Oh really?"
"Really." Taylor's grin was in full force, and Sunny wagged her tail. "Let me tell you about Baachan."
Ms. Henrick working together with the Baachan Collective? Good thing we called the Heroes earlier, because this seems like the recipe for a Grandma-Related Apocalypse and/or World Domination plan.
When he asked about the box he'd built, and if she enjoyed it, Taylor had nodded and explained about how she and Sunny were collecting beads. Old Mrs. Henrick thought it a lovely idea and had shuffled off to go find her jewelry box. She'd come back with a handful of loose beads, taken from old bracelets and necklaces, and even a few that looked like some of Mr. Henrick's work. None of them matched, but somehow that made them look even better, cupped in Taylor's hands. Sunny gave both of the retired pair a nuzzle and slobbery kisses.
Taylor kept the beads wrapped in a handkerchief until she and Sunny got to the shrine, and the wolf led the way into the shrine's interior. She pushed the top of the wooden box off with her nose, then pawed at one of the small cubbies until Taylor gently poured the beads inside. The wolf gave a happy sigh and leaned hard against Taylor's leg until she petted her, then after a moment carefully set the box lid back in its place. Taylor eyed the character above the newly-occupied space, and wracked her brain a bit for what she'd put in her notebooks until she recalled the translation:
Note the capital 'N' - this is probably more "sanity is in visual range" than "actual normal people who don't host tea parties for significant parts of the city's cape population."
I'd like to take this moment to remind everyone reading this that the rate of sexually transmitted diseases among the residents of nursing homes and assisted care facilities is shockingly high.
I have this mental image of everyone else who was at that meeting (minus Taylor) sprawled around the shrine in various stages of drunkenness and/or consciousness. (Lung and Purity both agreed that what happened during drunken commiserations STAYS during drunken commiserations. ...eventually they'll realize Armsmaster's helmet has a camera.)
The only real problem I have with this chapter is that my original planned opening had to be cut, it just wouldn't flow correctly. I was going to start with Taylor delivering the sloshed heroes to the PRT building (Assault flirting outrageously with Battery, while Armsmaster is passed out in the front seat) by means of having Souta drive them there. I suspect Souta would end up playing Angry Birds on his phone, giving absolutely zero fucks about wearing his ABB bandanna on PRT property.
Alternatively, it wasn't Souta who was called, and Oni Lee helped instead. Miss Militia couldn't handle it.
MM: Why is Oni Lee here?
Lee: Designated driver.
MM: ...what?
Lee: I obey all traffic safety laws.
It was Taylor's turn to smile. "Oh, kinda. I've seen some around. They don't really want to bother the shrine, though." Another thought nudged its way to her awareness, and made Taylor smile wider. "Though, I've met even more cool old people, since I've been working there."
"Oh really?"
"Really." Taylor's grin was in full force, and Sunny wagged her tail. "Let me tell you about Baachan."
The only real problem I have with this chapter is that my original planned opening had to be cut, it just wouldn't flow correctly. I was going to start with Taylor delivering the sloshed heroes to the PRT building (Assault flirting outrageously with Battery, while Armsmaster is passed out in the front seat) by means of having Souta drive them there. I suspect Souta would end up playing Angry Birds on his phone, giving absolutely zero fucks about wearing his ABB bandanna on PRT property.
Alternatively, it wasn't Souta who was called, and Oni Lee helped instead. Miss Militia couldn't handle it.
MM: Why is Oni Lee here?
Lee: Designated driver.
MM: ...what?
Lee: I obey all traffic safety laws.
The only real problem I have with this chapter is that my original planned opening had to be cut, it just wouldn't flow correctly. I was going to start with Taylor delivering the sloshed heroes to the PRT building (Assault flirting outrageously with Battery, while Armsmaster is passed out in the front seat) by means of having Souta drive them there. I suspect Souta would end up playing Angry Birds on his phone, giving absolutely zero fucks about wearing his ABB bandanna on PRT property.
Alternatively, it wasn't Souta who was called, and Oni Lee helped instead. Miss Militia couldn't handle it.
MM: Why is Oni Lee here?
Lee: Designated driver.
MM: ...what?
Lee: I obey all traffic safety laws.