I said it on SB, but I will repeat it here.

Only 30 000,00 dollars? That's not enough for an onsen, or to run the shrine for a good length of time given its implied size.
 
I don't think it's 30,000.00 bucks, I think it's 3,000,000 bucks. Which is a fairly impressive tithe and offering from the Undersiders to their doG almighty, but they might need to contribute the traditional 10% from now if they want to remain in good standing with Pawprint Shrine.

For thus spake Ammy: Awwwrrrrrooooooooooooooo!

(Did Taylor end up getting baptized by her doG? Will she carry the spirit of doG with her from now on?)
 
As for thanksgiving festivals, the equivalent. Niiname-no-Matsuri - Wikipedia
Which is interesting as, and I may be mixing it up with another ceremony. The Emperor of Japan offers a meal of at a minimum a bowl of rice to his illustrious ancestor. Which brings up the image of the seat of Good Dog bearing a sign saying. "Sorry Many-times great grandson, can't make it for dinner, living it up with my homegirl in the bay. Warm it up in the rice cooker for me. "
 
On a much more minor note: Didn't this used to have onii-lee in the tags the last time it updated? I'd gone back a bit to be reminded what was going on and was reminded of that too.
 
I bet Lung is just bursting with anticipation for New Year's End, that's when his new businesses can finally take root.
Taylor's duties include cleaning up and probably replacing the straw rope for the wishing tree.
 
Danny you continue to disappoint. I knew your job was more important to you than your kid but you confirming it just shows what a shitty parent you are. Taylor don't give it all away!

Oh god he's so horrible! Just thinking about him is..Eww!! [insert random emo stuff here].

I...don't see it. At all.

What I'm glad to see is that the onsen will soon be built! Yay!

Really looking forward to seeing who all will show up opening day....:evil:
 
Danny you continue to disappoint. I knew your job was more important to you than your kid but you confirming it just shows what a shitty parent you are. Taylor don't give it all away!
I'm not sure where you're getting that, he's basically blowing off patrol to go to Thanksgiving Dinner, spending time with his daughter, and being downright inspired by how happy she is.
 
I'm not sure where you're getting that, he's basically blowing off patrol to go to Thanksgiving Dinner, spending time with his daughter, and being downright inspired by how happy she is.

I think it comes from his admission that previously he had put his work over his family with the patrols. However this time he chose to go with family.
 
Oh god he's so horrible! Just thinking about him is..Eww!! [insert random emo stuff here].

I...don't see it. At all.

What I'm glad to see is that the onsen will soon be built! Yay!

Really looking forward to seeing who all will show up opening day....:evil:

You don't have to see it, he's been absent throughout the fic, Taylor is a teen who is not legally supposed to be without adult supervision. Even when he thinks/finds out about Good Dog he does nothing. A few sentences of him actually talking to Taylor is not enough to make up how shitty he has been as a parent.

I'm assuming you were trying for sarcasm, but you missed the point of my post. That was me being polite and not using and dog whistles as I was accused of once. If you can't see it go back and see how many times Danny has done something meaningful with his daughter. Or if he's leaving a young girl all alone while he's at the Protectorate in a workshop making rock em sock em robots.

Even the people he worked with were looking at him funny for not asking Taylor about the rumors or telling her he had powers. If he somehow got killed at work (somehow) Taylor would probably still be in the dark.

Hell it didn't even look like Taylor knew where he worked, I think she still thought he worked at the DWU (gotta check that out).
 
What's amusing is that his trigger event was probably when he saw the painting Taylor made when Sunny showed up again after his wife died. Before that he was a broken wreck of a man, trying to drink himself into an early grave.
 
Sun Wolf... I mean DoogGod, I mean Good doG and Adorkable Priestess are BACK!!!!!!!
Praise @UnwelcomeStorm for having enough time and will (and the muses for the inspiration) IRL to keep updating this adorable story, so thank you.

Hell it didn't even look like Taylor knew where he worked, I think she still thought he worked at the DWU (gotta check that out).
while you are correct that Danny has been somewhat 'negligent' of his Daughter, take into account that Taylor herself choose to distance herself from him too, and even with that emotional separation they do interact (apart from the few scenes that speciffically show those two, we have metnions of Taylor musing about what her dad would say if he knew about Sunny's shenanigans and she asked him permission to go outside), there is the fact that this Danny is emotionally better than his canon self and this Taylor is not terrified of telling her dad about the bad things for fear of breaking him, which doesn't mean that Danny isn't way into his job, keept Taylor in the Dark and their relationship is not healthy (they are better than their canon selves thou), but IIRC this Taylor knew that his Father worked with the PRT/Protectorate (as an office drone or something like that) and thus his work hours were long, and it was clear that he didn't work on the DWU anymore because Lung burned it out years ago and it ceased to exist, that is why Lung and Kaiser think that Taylor is a vengeaful Mastermind that can hold grudes for years and plan accordingly over a loooooooong time and be capable to orchestrating devious plots either in advance or right at the moment, instead of being a Lucky Priestess of a Greater Divinity and her own Guts.

edited because I was sleepy and made a ton of mistakes when originally posting it.
 
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Danny's like a cop or firefighter who's a single Dad, the work to life ratio tends to differ more than the average 9 to 5.

And he has less of an optional profession than ether of those.
 
You don't have to see it, he's been absent throughout the fic, Taylor is a teen who is not legally supposed to be without adult supervision. Even when he thinks/finds out about Good Dog he does nothing. A few sentences of him actually talking to Taylor is not enough to make up how shitty he has been as a parent.

I'm assuming you were trying for sarcasm, but you missed the point of my post. That was me being polite and not using and dog whistles as I was accused of once. If you can't see it go back and see how many times Danny has done something meaningful with his daughter. Or if he's leaving a young girl all alone while he's at the Protectorate in a workshop making rock em sock em robots.

Even the people he worked with were looking at him funny for not asking Taylor about the rumors or telling her he had powers. If he somehow got killed at work (somehow) Taylor would probably still be in the dark.

Hell it didn't even look like Taylor knew where he worked, I think she still thought he worked at the DWU (gotta check that out).
She knew where he worked. But he deliberately concealed the details, making her think he had a desk job there as opposed to being one of the scariest metahumans in the city.
 
I bet after Chessman's civilian identity got outed both Kaiser and Lung began to regret that the DWU was wrecked like it had been. After all, he'd likely been a cape before that without noticing. It was the Union getting destroyed that pushed him to become Chessman.
 
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I'm not howling in glee, YOU'RE howling in glee!

...I'm also howling in glee, to be honest.

November was honestly one of Taylor's favorite months,
Awww, she remembered that it's my birthday month! Thanks, Taylor!

the crisp taste of far-off snow in the air,
Yes. Far off. Not at all close. Certainly not covering every inch of the shrine at the moment, due to someone wanting to win a bet.

Most assuredly.

Sadly, Brockton Bay tended to make the days gray and rainy as often as not,
It's like Portland, but without Starbucks every thirteen point four inches! ...so not at all like Portland, really. Never mind. Silly comparison.

The cold autumn rains mostly came at night,
...turning the Pawprint Shrine's snowpack into a dirty, grungy slush.

The shadows of the clouds raced each other over the sunlit grass of the Pawprint Shrine.
...okay, or maybe Sunny Did Something.

Sunny had been relegated to canine space heater duty until Taylor forgave her for the snow currently covering the Shrine's grounds and nowhere else.
....
But you just said... grass... sunshine... what about the dog damned GRA- *deep breath* No. No. No, forget it, Datcord. It's China Pawprint Town. It'll just make you crazy.

Yes, I said "crazy." No, not "crazIER." I am perfectly sane! ...comparatively!

...you know what? Get off my lawn, you damned kids! I'll get outta this rocking chair and beat you with this cane, I swear I will!

Maybe this November seemed so much warmer because she was spending it with friends.
Maybe it's because Sunny is causing localized (non-)global warming! ...maybe it's Maybelline, who can tell?

(Sunny. Sunny can tell.)

Danny Hebert received what he considered one of the most important phone calls of his life on November 24, 2010.
He won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes! (It's been his life's goal to meet Ed McMahon. ...he's been banned from that cemetery for a long time now.)

Danny was the last to arrive, which didn't surprise him, but he was greeted no less warmly for it.
(Mr. Henrick apologized profusely for getting a little too frisky with his new flamethrower.)

Martha Henrick was still preparing for the meal, her wrinkled face alight
(And that's how Mr. Henrick LOST his flamethrower privileges.)

Danny spotted a pot full of potatoes still boiling in preparation to be mashed,
Okay, so that's two out of three... where are the ones to stick in a stew?

The oven itself was currently eclipsed by the furry body of his daughter's power,
"eclipsed"
Ha! I get it!

she hurried to take his coat and bundle it away somewhere.
In retrospect, she wasn't sure WHY they'd left that woodchipper running....

Danny felt a hand around his heart loosen its grip. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, honey."
And Mrs. Henricks smiled... and finished letting go of Danny's heart. By god, the boy was gonna have a nice dinner with his daughter if she had to kill him to do it!

When had his little girl gotten so political?
This isn't political, Danny. You'll KNOW when she's being political. There'll be tea.

...probably when she started wrapping the ABB around her little finger.
*eyes that sentence for a while*
*takes the entire stack of jokes out to that previously mentioned woodchipper*
*tosses them in, sobbing softly*
And now it's time to drink to forget!

Yeah. Cat's out of the bag now;
And Sunny perks up!

'I don't need a tragic backstory or some overarching goal, I have a mortgage.'
"Fighting Lung is easy. Fighting the IRS is terrifying."

(Also, isn't your house basically just an over-blown gazebo, at this point? Why would you care about the mortgage NOW?)

it seemed even with as much exposure to Taylor as the Henricks had,
*whimpers softly*
*goes to get more booze*

he certainly had never noticed any bags of dog food at the house.
You wouldn't have noticed a marching band at the house, you dumbass.

The question made Taylor grin and reply, "Oh trust me, Sunny eats everything.
*chokes*
*LUNGES for the scotch*

relayed an anecdote about the first time Sunny had tried to order pizza without Taylor's help.
"Sir, if you're just going to breath heavily into the phone, I am going to hang up. ...and now you're barking again. Screw this."

it may have been late in coming, but here was finally a way for Danny Hebert to be his daughter's hero.
And THAT... is how Danny got Taylor a poster signed by N'Sync!

(Seriously, though, it's nice to see Danny actually trying not to be such a... lackluster parent. Is good.)

once Taylor got outside to greet the new guest, the source was confirmed to be Tattletale, the girl from the Undersiders, and she was still wearing that skintight suit that was now even less weather-appropriate.
Nope, not that joke. No, that one's right out. Nuh-uh, can't use that one, either. ...and this one isn't even a joke, it's just a card with "You should drink more." on it.

...but it's good advice, so I'm gonna take it!

It seemed she was regretting it, too, if her shivering and occasional stamping of feet was any indication.
Maybe you should warm her up with a hug, Taylor!

Taylor wasn't quite sure how she felt about the Undersiders in general or Tattletale specifically,
So you're saying she's making you feel... confused. Got it. 'scuse me, I gotta go see a man Chart about a horse ...Chart.

but her personal opinions weren't an excuse for poor manners.
I assure you of this, Taylor: Done RIGHT... you can carve someone to pieces verbally (and possibly literally) without EVER having poor manners.

Good Morning, Tattletale. Would you like to come inside?
*slams a glass down*
*opens the scotch bottle*
*starts chugging from the scotch bottle*

"Ah, thanks but no thanks. I'd rather not stay long, if that's alright."
Oh, so you're here for a quic-OH GOD SUNNY NO NOT THE FACE NOT THE FAAAAAAAGHGGRRLBLBLBB

"Is Good Dog around?"

"She's next door, delivering some fresh ink to a friend. Do you need to see her?"

"No! Nope, that's fine.
"God, no! Please, god no!"

I just need to talk to you for a minute," Tattletale said, and visibly relaxed.
Ah, she wants privacy to confess her feel*cough* TALK. Just talk!

And after I had a talk with the rest of my team, we decided that it would be in our best interests to repay you for Good Dog's intervention.
Read: "After I more or less blackmailed and/or threatened physically the rest of my team...."

I really, really do not want the Undersiders or myself to be in debt to Good Dog.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the city, Lung breaks out into wild, hysterical laughter and he's not sure why....

She didn't feel very comfortable with this, but Tattletale had some good points
...'scuse me. I just gotta step into this other room for a second. ...and drink and drink and drink and cry and cry and cry.

Taylor didn't see a way to refuse the offer that she would accept.
(Tattletale's getting practice in for asking Taylor to Prom Night.)

"Great! So, just be sure to let Good Dog know that we're even now, right?"
"W-what's up with the boss?"
"I dunno, man. He's been laughing like that a LOT today...."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Say "The Chart," Lisa! Say "The Chart!" SAY IT. SAY IT!

"No, that's it. Happy Thanksgiving,"
GOD DAMMIT!

I'd rather not constantly worry about the ethics-- think that's okay, Sunny?" Sunny snorted in amusement,
"Ethics" are for people who aren't gods and/or their high priestesses, Taylor. Duuuh.

Hm... the note doesn't say how much is in the account.
"Tats? How large a bribe did you give them, anyways?"
"Take the number you're thinking of and double it. That's still waaaaay under what I gave them and it's worth. Ever. PENNY."

Taylor stared at the tiny screen, and its display of the number 3 followed by a full six zeroes.
Yeah... 3 million seems like a decent bribe totally string free donation to the upkeep of the shrine please don't go after us please please please

the wolf helpfully anticipating her needs.
The number of jokes I could make here is... large. The number of them that won't get my spine punched out my nose by the mods is... much smaller.

"I guess we can afford to hire professionals for the onsen, now."
Now, when you say "professionals"....

Sunny's tail started to wag,
Sunny is ALSO curious about your definition, apparently!

It only took another minute or two for Taylor to realize that now she was also going to have to shell out for that open bar Sunny had wanted.
Sunny: Bark!
T/N: "Bark" means "keikaku."
 
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