Baachan had hugged Taylor tight and planted a kiss on her forehead. Half a world away and a decade later, they were finally getting their bakery back.
HNNNG.
(We'll ignore the fact that this was probably all a scheme by Sunny to get more treats on a steady basis.)
But putting up a building needed more than just step-by-step pictures and a spirit of determination--
Yeah... it needs a couple of Amish guys and about fifteen minutes, from what youtube videos tell me.
All of Sunny's clever machinations couldn't help her hold a slab of drywall in place.
"What? No! Bad dog, bad dog! Dammit, that drunk dog just stole my drywall lift!"
The Shrine was supposed to be neutral, and getting help from the gang would tip that precarious balance, probably even put her in unofficial debt.
*glances at Lung's debt to Sunny and/or The Shrine*
*laughs hysterically*
I... don't think you have to worry about THAT, Taylor.
well, to be frank, Taylor didn't think she could afford to.
What if you were Taylor instead of Frank? Could you afford it then?
once the building was up she was going to need real, trained professionals to install things like electricity, and plumbing.
Every house I've ever worked on tells me that's a lie, Taylor. *shudders in remembered horror* The things I've seen. The things I've
SEEN.
The bounty Sunny had collected was substantial, but it didn't stretch forever.
OBVIOUSLY, she needs to go get another bounty or two! ...or Nine.
("What the fu- SUNNY?! WHY IS
CRAWLER IN MY FRONT YARD?!")
Dinah abandoned her game of raking leaves into a big, jump-able pile and looked up.
And suddenly we understand why Sunny likes having Dinah around....
"Until Mom lets Mr Oni Lee stay for dinner, duh."
Meanwhile, somewhere in Brockton Bay, Mrs. Alcott feels like some sort of doom is approaching her. Slowly. Inevitably. AND IT LIKES TEA CEREMONIES.
She thought that, just maybe, it would have been more responsible to call the girl's parents rather than her serial killer bodyguard, but… hm. Upon reflection, Taylor didn't have much of a justification for that.
I mean, to be fair, Oni Lee's never had his prepubescent daughter Trigger from shitty parenting. That makes him, by definition, a better parent then the Alcotts.
Over the phone, Oni Lee pledged to come take Dinah home as soon as his work was concluded, then hung up.
I... can't help but picture Oni Lee making a shushing motion to some dude he's got three knives into as he answers the phone for that call. I honestly can't.
A mod put 'Verified Priestess' next to my username.
*slowly turns to stare at
Bagrat Waka*
"...just to confirm: you're looking into getting a mail-order college degree, from a country you don't speak the language, so that your online cape forum title is more accurate.
I... well. I mean... uh.... *throws up hands* Yeah, that's Taylor.
"Has anybody told you your decision-making process is a bit weird?"
What? That's ridiculous. What evidence do you have for that baseless accusation? *kicks the entirety of Worm canon under the couch* NOTHING, that's what evidence!
"There's no harm in looking up what it's about,"
*coughs* Yes. That's the same reasoning I tried to use when my parents walked in on my... internet research once. It did NOT work out for me, but I have faith in you, Taylor! Ganbatte!
At most, there's a vague mention of purification rituals, or dancing."
*glances at the legend*
*sees Uzume's dance*
...I would HIGHLY advise
AGAINST trying the dancing, Taylor. Your dad would be
PISSED.
Sunny's tail started to wag. "No, Sunny. It is November. It is cold. If you try and dunk me, I'll-- I'll--"
Oh, c'mon! What's a little hypothermia and frostbite between friends?
"Sunny, if you try and dunk me, I'll unplug the mini-fridge. And then your sake will get warm."
The wolf's jaw dropped open. Taylor leaned in close and booped the wolf's nose with a finger. "And there'll be nothing you can do about it, because you don't have thumbs."
*cackles madly*
Well done, Taylor!
With Sunny sufficiently cowed,
Okay, Taylor. A joke's a joke, now clean those spots off Sunny.
The upperclassman sat on a pile of cinderblocks and pulled an unlit joint out of his Local 433 jacket before responding.
Taylor, meanwhile, glared at Sunny before she could slip over and try to beg a hit.
"Souta!" Taylor gasped at him. Winslow wasn't exactly a good school, but it was still school. You don't just drop out of school.
And Taylor has gone FULL BAACHAN.
That building's an old auto shop, and I'm good with cars.
...let's just all agree not to think too hard about HOW he leveraged that knowledge and skill previously, shall we?
Both Taylor and the upperclassman turned to watch Haru jog closer, the overweight boy coming to a stop a few feet away and planting his hands on his knees. "Oh man… running… sucks," he wheezed.
Preach it, brother! Cardio is the WORST.
"Coach told me to run anywhere I can. Cardio, y'know."
Check your coach for horns, because I believe he is a literal devil.
"Wanted to leave an offering for luck, so Mom made some Jjim Dalk."
Wasn't he a redshirt on Star Trek?
"Woulda invited you, but I figured you'd be busy with your girlfriend," Souta shrugged.
"She's not my girlfriend, you asshole."
"She's my friend who happens to be a girl and who spends a lot of time at my house and asks me my opinion on her outfits a lot and oh god no"
"Hey, I brought those charms I was making, if you want to… take a look, or… however you're supposed to know if they're good."
That's simple! It's a two step process: 1. Find demon. 2. Apply charm to demon. If you survive, you made good charms!
Taylor wanted to see them in full bloom, see their petals falling on cloth banners stretched between open-air stalls, while people mingled and walked beneath them.
All joking aside, this was a really nice piece right here, US. I like seeing Taylor have a chance to reflect on what she's helped make happen to Brockton Bay.
Lung was a criminal and a jerk,
"...who refused to wear a shirt over his sexy chest- CHEST. JUST CHEST. PLAIN OL', REGULAR CHEST! NOT SEXY AT ALL!"
She passed right by where Souta was watching Haru place the meal on the Shrine's steps, and where nearby Yuuta was laying out sheets of paper and ink for Sunny's critical gaze.
Holy crap, Sunny bypassed food to check out the charms? They ARE important to her!
Sunny, how's his brushwork?" Bark!
So... ruff? *yelps, ducks rotten fruit*
to Taylor's complete lack of surprise, it was the largest of the mismatched containers.
Taylor's starting to figure out how Sunny thinks and what that does to the world.
...Taylor should be more scared by that fact than she is.
The next day, Taylor arrived after school to find the Shrine-- and only the shrine, not any of the properties nearby-- was buried in almost two feet of snow.
....
....
....
*facepalm* Of course.
(Also, I choose to believe that the snow is at PERFECT right angles at the property lines. No gradual slope. Just sharp, exact corners.)
Taylor cursed under her breath, and started wading towards the water fountain.
She may have to dunk herself in that stupid thing, but she was going to drown Sunny in it at the same time!