Constellations (Worm/Okami)
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Bah, heresy! After all it's a good dog.
And Nice Guy was totally a nice guy
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vyor
KITTY! \o/
Ooooor, it could mean taylor is the master.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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So, looking at the WAGs in the thread as it stands.
On the one hand, grimderp overreaction where miscommunication leads to suffering if it doesn't kill.
On the other hand, Miss Militia getting budget authorization for doggy treats to make a good organizational impression on the derpwolf. (Like an Airwolf, but fluffier and ten times as cuddly!)
Hmmm... I know which direction I'd normally expect in a Worm fic, but (looks up at title bar) Iiiiii'm gonna bet the other way this time.
Let the wagging continue!
On the one hand, grimderp overreaction where miscommunication leads to suffering if it doesn't kill.
On the other hand, Miss Militia getting budget authorization for doggy treats to make a good organizational impression on the derpwolf. (Like an Airwolf, but fluffier and ten times as cuddly!)
Hmmm... I know which direction I'd normally expect in a Worm fic, but (looks up at title bar) Iiiiii'm gonna bet the other way this time.
Let the wagging continue!
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Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
Boy will he feel stupid when Ammy shows up and the exams prove she isn't a parahuman dog.
Granted, that's because she's a Sun Goddess in the form of a huge white wolf, but she isn't a Parahuman.
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
I wonder if they'll have some kind of tinkertech that'll let them see her true form.
vyor
KITTY! \o/
Omake: Camera Obscura
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
Taylor was visiting her dad on his job. Partially because she really missed her father, but also because hanging out with heroes was really cool. Oni Lee had turned out to be very pleasant company and she had to admit Lung wasn't that bad after you got to know him, but spending any amount of time with them was far more stressful than spending it with, say, Vista or Assault.
Sunny also came along, of course, so she could mooch off Miss Militia's apparently endless supply of dog treats.
The three of them were in the middle of chatting when Armsmaster, or rather, the unmasked Colin Wallis, burst into the room, holding some weird contraption in his hand.
His eyes zeroed in on Sunny and widened before quickly narrowing. "Dog." He hissed, his tone speaking of deep resentment and hate.
"Colin," Miss Militia said, lowering her scarf and frowning. "what the hell are you doing?"
"I have finally developed a way to see through its disguise." He said, never taking his eyes off Sunny, who was happily panting at the foot of the couch Taylor was sharing with Danny and Miss Militia.
He held up the thing in his hand, which sorta looked like an old polaroid camera that got jammed together with three other camera models and was then given a futuristic chrome finish. "This will record your true form and reveal it to the world, dog." He said, hissing again. "You won't fool me again." He declared, his frown somehow intensifying.
Sunny just finished chewing her treat and trotted over to Hannah's side to get another one before coming back to Taylor's feet.
The three on the couch stared in confusion at the obviously unhinged Tinker. Hannah's frown deepened and Danny was opening and closing his mouth, trying to find words to talk his colleague down, but it was Taylor who managed to react first.
She got on her feet and raised a hand in a placating gesture. "Um, Armsmaster, sir? Maybe you should put that thing down and relax a bit?" She said slowly and calmly, trying not to set off the crazy person. "I mean, have you even tested it? What if it blows up or something?" She said, laughing a nervously.
Colin didn't even blink. "Don't worry," He said, looking through an aperture in the Franken-camera. "I fixed the instabilities on the miniature fission engine three iterations ago." And then he pressed a button.
There was a bright flash, followed by faint whirring sounds which ended when a picture came out of a slot in the front of the Tinkertech camera. The three other humans gawked as the Tinker delicately grabbed the photograph and fanned it a bit.
After he was done, he looked at the pictured. A wide smile slowly spread through his face and then he started laughing like a maniac.
Hanna slowly moved to grab the stun-gun that she had shifted her power into, but Collin managed to contain his mad laughter and reduced it into mere delighted giggling. "I did it." He announced between giggles. "I told you I'd cut through your damned disguise, dog!" He said triumphantly, then laughed some more for good measure.
Sunny gobbled up her dog treat and whuffed at him.
He thrust the photo to Taylor, who picked it up as if it were radioactive (and as far as she knew, it might actually be radioactive) and looked at it. Then her eyes widened, she blinked and took off her glasses to see if it changed.
Armsmaster, still smiling and giggling like a mad man, pressed another button on the Franken-camera, which spit out another photograph. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to rub this in Piggot's face. See you later, Hannah, Danny, Taylor, Dog." And then he left the room with a cheerful wave for them, which Sunny answered with a friendly bark.
Taylor kept staring at the photo trying to make sense of it, but soon she shook her head and sank back into the couch. Sunny walked over to her an put her head between her legs and gave her friend a Whine. Taylor chuckled and started scratching her ears. "You're really pretty in either form you know?" Sunny answered her with a self satisfied Whuff and started giving her hands big wet licks.
Danny looked at his daughter, then at the photo still in her other hand. "Honey, what's in the..." Taylor interrupted him by offering him the photograph. He took it, and Hanna leanes over his shoulder to look at it.
Taylor was caught in the picture, but instead of her normal red pants and white blouse she was wearing a finely made eastern garb, a white robe with red, baggy pants. If it weren't for her glasses and befuddled expression, Danny's daughter would look every bit the High Priestess of an eastern fairy tale.
But Taylor wasn't the strangest thing in the picture, not even close.
That title went to the person who took Sunny's place in the picture
Where there should be a large dog, stood a beatiful Japanese maiden with very long white hair with elegant red highlights and black tips. She wore a beautiful kimono, white with pink cherry petals painted on it and with many layers, something that would make even the richest, most opulent royal jealous.
Floating by her side was a golden sword that Danny could feel was thrumming with power, even through the photograph. Behind ber was a floating mirror enshrouded by flames, like the sun was shining behind her.
On her neck was a necklace of blue prayer beads and oddly enough a common string bracelet adorned her wrist, a simple thing that a child migh have made, but the woman was holding it up, showing it off like someone else would a priceless jewel.
But most striking of all was her face. It was that of a classical eastern beauty, with small, simple red marks painted on her cheeks and forehead and little make-up aside from them.
But what truly set her apart from anyone else was her expression.
Deep, knowing hazel eyes that shone with amusement. Thin lips open in a happy and mischievous smile. And of course, a dog treat held between her teeth.
As one, Danny and Hannah looked at Sunny, then at the photo, and back at Sunny. The dog barked happily and gave them the exact same smile as the woman in the photograph.
Heee, great omake.
And of course, I am contractually obligated to now dump a bunch of Ammy pictures.
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- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
This. Taylor doesn't have a dog, Ammy has a Taylor.
Bigj217
Ooooooohhh!!! Pretty!
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- Metropolis, IL
The Warriors series, it was an amazing story even if it started kinda slow.
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... On a side note, something that's going unnoticed under all the OMGWTF...
Mrs. Hendricks makes cherry cakes.
Mrs. Hendricks makes cherry cakes.
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- In the depts of despair.
Frankly circumstancial evidence of Ammy's and Taylor's power will probably mark Ammy as a powerful M/S Case 53 who somehow found an even more powerful Shaker 12 like Laberynth. Of course the PRT is going to move to contain Ammy since she illegaly used Master powers on a Protectorate Member and his family which probably gets an automatic Birdcage sentence.
Taylor on the other hand from a legal point of view the worst thing she has done is (inverse) vandalism and resisting arrest (by running from Armsmaster) so at most she will be signed into the Wards without opposition from her father (for obvious reasons) and maybe put into community service.
At least that will be the authority's plan, in the practice I'm guessing both Taylor and Ammy will be a lot less willing to quietly surrender.
Taylor on the other hand from a legal point of view the worst thing she has done is (inverse) vandalism and resisting arrest (by running from Armsmaster) so at most she will be signed into the Wards without opposition from her father (for obvious reasons) and maybe put into community service.
At least that will be the authority's plan, in the practice I'm guessing both Taylor and Ammy will be a lot less willing to quietly surrender.
So, assuming they gather some information first...
Taylor is on good terms with Oni Lee (well known among Winslow ABB)
Taylor set up shop in the middle of ABB territory (well known in ABB territory and Asian grandmas of the very strong thumb and Winslow ABB)
Taylor is actively improving the area (Oh, come on, Mr. Hendricks knows about this! Not to mention the sapling planting block party with the armed gardeners)
Taylor wears red and white
Painter Cape in the mask is doing non-mundane neighborhood reconstruction
Taylor is known as a shrine miko - and commonly called 'miko'
Lung went to the shrine one cloudy day, then a circle of ABB territory was sunny and a lightning strike hit the shrine; also, Taylor was knocked unconsious.
Lung left the shrine leaning on Oni Lee.
So... how do you want to approach someone who made Lung retreat, when Lung made the entire Protectorate retreat? Not counting the aforementioned good relations with the Oni.
The Painter, the Good Dog Master/Stranger, and whoever put the smackdown on Lung are all associated with Taylor... obviously she's formed a gang of her own!
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Taylor is on good terms with Oni Lee (well known among Winslow ABB)
Taylor set up shop in the middle of ABB territory (well known in ABB territory and Asian grandmas of the very strong thumb and Winslow ABB)
Taylor is actively improving the area (Oh, come on, Mr. Hendricks knows about this! Not to mention the sapling planting block party with the armed gardeners)
Taylor wears red and white
Painter Cape in the mask is doing non-mundane neighborhood reconstruction
Taylor is known as a shrine miko - and commonly called 'miko'
Lung went to the shrine one cloudy day, then a circle of ABB territory was sunny and a lightning strike hit the shrine; also, Taylor was knocked unconsious.
Lung left the shrine leaning on Oni Lee.
So... how do you want to approach someone who made Lung retreat, when Lung made the entire Protectorate retreat? Not counting the aforementioned good relations with the Oni.
The Painter, the Good Dog Master/Stranger, and whoever put the smackdown on Lung are all associated with Taylor... obviously she's formed a gang of her own!
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- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Requiem_Jeer
The Most High
So can someone actually explain the reference here? I'd like to be in on the joke.
In Okami, the wife of the mayor of the starting town makes cherry cakes that Ammy absolutely adores; it's even mentioned in the big roll call at the end, and you can show up every now and then for more cakes.
(The mayor, meanwhile, is an adorably dorky man who does a hilarious dance to revive the local sakura-kami.)
UnwelcomeStorm
BARK! BARK! BARK!
- Location
- United States
Mrs. Orange also makes these cakes through judicious use of bullet-time kung-fu.
Oh right, yes, I had forgotten how utterly bullshit the cooks in that world were...
Prester Fred
The Mad Procrastinator
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- Timonium, MD
You're all doin' it wrong.Several people said:
Walt Kelly said:
Vox De Harlequin
Consequences are for other people
- Location
- Hyalean Theoric World
I'll have you know that to get got is a horrible experience, and you shouldn't be encouraging jokes about it.
Especially getting got by a horrible beastie such as what a octopus is.
Especially getting got by a horrible beastie such as what a octopus is.
OutcastXC007
(A Light Upon the River's Gloom)
- Location
- 21° 23' 59.99", -89° 30' 59.99" W
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
... Can't we just stick to temporal tenses? That was headache inducing.
Prester Fred
The Mad Procrastinator
- Location
- Timonium, MD
That's true; first time I read it I thought "That will have formularily have wuz bun haddock indecipheroffling."
Not if we phrases it in the omnomnominative case.
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Chapter 17
UnwelcomeStorm
BARK! BARK! BARK!
- Location
- United States
17
"Battery to Console, I have the target in sight. Settling in to observe, over."
"Roger that, Puppy. Keep a safe distance. Over."
"Don't call me Puppy over the radio, this is serious."
"You and I both know it isn't. Bet you ten bucks this is just Chessman's way of finding out who his kid's dating."
"A possible Master/Stranger situation is always serious, overprotective father syndrome or not."
"Bet you fifty bucks."
"He's gonna hear you. And then you're going to wake up with a bunch of Army Men setting tiny traps all over your side of the bed. And I'm going to laugh." Battery shook her head and peered through the binoculars again. She was parked in an unmarked car a good distance away from the restored shrine. The target, officially designated Brushstroke after Chessman had taken a look at Armsmaster's helmet cam and promptly buried his face in his hands, had emerged from Winslow High School and taken a more or less direct path here. No sign of Good Dog yet, but the fact that Brushstroke had come here was worrisome enough. Gang territory aside, this was where Dragon had pinpointed that odd weather phenomenon.
Battery watched the teenager tie her hair back in a scarf, then set about doing a number of mundane chores around the property. She raked leaves, and swept the path and the wooden steps of the buildings, and checked on a basket laced to a small wooden signpost near the front entrance. She seemed pleased with it, because she unhooked the basket and went over to the shrine to sit down. Some digging into her schoolbag later, and she had a spool of… fishing line? Fishing line. She started unwinding the line and using it to string together small bunches of something too small to identify from here.
Battery sighed. Not that she'd ever admit it to Assault, but this was a little ridiculous. She sipped at a now-cold cup of coffee, watched Brushstroke, and waited. When she caught sight of someone visiting the shrine, she focused her lenses on them, then carefully set the coffee cup in its holster.
"Console, is Velocity around?"
"Yes'm." Velocity's voice took over for Assault.
"Steal Assault's wallet for me before he can welch on that bet, would you? Oni Lee just showed up."
"On it."
"Wha-- HEY!"
"Thanks. Continuing observation, over." Battery carefully opened the car door, her charge already well-stored and ready. If she had to swoop in and intercept the ABB assassin, she wouldn't have a second try at it. It… didn't seem necessary, to her surprise. She watched Oni Lee making a few gestures as they conversed, then he sat down next to Brushstroke as she rummaged into her bag again.
"Puppy? What's going on?"
"Brushstroke and Oni Lee are… eating lunch." She double-checked the lenses, just in case. "Yeah, that's… happening. I can't tell what they're talking about, though. Brushstroke doesn't look very happy about it." She dearly wished she'd parked a bit closer, or that maybe Armsmaster had bugged the shrine better. As she watched, Oni Lee handed over a book to the teenager, who was looking rather distressed, even from here. Movement behind her made Battery refocus.
"Console, Good Dog sighted."
"As I thought." Armsmaster's voice interrupted. How many of them were listening in, anyway? "What's it doing?"
"It just walked out of the shrine and sat down. And— yes. Console, Oni Lee is petting the dog. I repeat, Oni Lee is petting Good Dog."
"Dammit. It's more powerful than we thought."
"Boss, you keep saying shit like that you're going back in containment, you know." Battery tried to tune out Armsmaster admonishing Velocity, and tried harder not to imagine him shaking his fist to the sky. She was going to spend all of that bet money on booze, every last dollar.
* * *
"Sumimasen, Miko. It is the best I can think of."
"No, I appreciate it." Taylor took a bite of her red bean roll and looked down at the book she'd been handed. It was a primer on tea ceremony, and also a herald of bad news. Lung was coming back. Not now, but soon. Sunny headbumped her shoulder, and she gave the wolf a quick scratch.
"The Ōkami has chastised him for his disrespect once. I do not think he will repeat it, but maintaining traditional courtesy will help."
"Okay. It's… something. I can give it a try." She flipped open the book, and winced. Oh, that looked formal. "...Oni Lee, I need help. I can't read this and I need to practice it."
The assassin paused, as he tended to, and ate another rolled omelet in the interim. She'd added the sweet wine this time, and he'd complimented her efforts. It was not a situation she'd ever really imagined herself in, but, that was just how her life seemed to be rolling these days. "I will find aid for you."
"Thank you. Do… you want some non-fancy tea, while you're here? I think I need a cup."
"Thank you for the offer, but I must return to my work." He returned her spare chopsticks to her, then collapsed into dust. Taylor swore— she'd just swept. Sunny chuffed at her as she grumbled and fetched the broom again.
"There's no way out of this, is there, Sunny?" The wolf gave a sigh and a sad whine. "Yeah, didn't think so… Sunny? I…" She didn't have to say it. Sunshine sat down near her and she wrapped the canine in a hug.
"You know what you're doing, right?" The wolf gave a single, solemn nod. Taylor took a breath and let it out slow. "Okay. Okay, I trust you, just— it's hard, you know?" Sunny licked her cheek, and Taylor didn't feel quite as bad about the admission. She gave the wolf a pat, and sat back down to finish her snacks. Sunshine was more than willing to assist in this matter.
Later, as they headed home, Taylor reflected on what little she knew about tea ceremonies. It wasn't much— just that they were very formal, supposedly long, and probably as complicated and precise as interpretive dance. This was going to suck. She shared her thoughts with Sunny, who gave a woof of agreement.
"...you know, Sunny, I don't think I have any tests for a while at school." The wolf made a questioning noise. Taylor felt a grin sneaking its way onto her face. "I'm just saying. This is going to be really stressful, right? Isn't there a saying about work hard, play hard?" The wolf's eyes widened. Her tail began a furious wag.
"Let's go paint shopping."
* * *
Souta felt his cell buzz against his butt while he was busy mucking about with his car's innards. It was a junker, a cheap piece of shit with mismatched doors, but it was his and he could make it get from Point A to Point B. He set down his tools and found a rag to wipe his hands on, before pulling the phone out and checking it. One eyebrow quirked up. A text from the Oni— something that had gotten far more common than he'd anticipated. It was cool, though. The Oni usually had errands and other grunt work for him, which meant the teen could collect his pay and not worry about having to fight for it. He wouldn't have minded a bit more action, but the safer work made his mom happy, so Souta wasn't going to complain. Plus it meant more time to work on his car, and that was always a good thing.
The message was brief. 'Require service for miko. Tea @ 1530. Be present and translate'
Souta eyed the message, then shrugged and sent back a simple 'yes.' Probably not the weirdest thing he'd done for the ABB. After a moment, Souta pulled his phone back out, and tapped at the screen.
'Formal?'
'Street is fine'
'No, for miko'
There was a longer pause. The Oni sent back a single question mark. Souta tapped at his phone again.
'Miko wears street stuff. I know a guy who knows a guy'
Another pause, and then: 'Ok. Do well for bonus'
Awesome. One step closer to that new paint job. Souta closed the messages and dialed a number, instead. It picked up on the fourth ring, the lazy bastard.
"Hai, Souta. What's up?"
"Yuuta," he grunted. "Give the phone to your baachan for a sec."
"Battery to Console, I have the target in sight. Settling in to observe, over."
"Roger that, Puppy. Keep a safe distance. Over."
"Don't call me Puppy over the radio, this is serious."
"You and I both know it isn't. Bet you ten bucks this is just Chessman's way of finding out who his kid's dating."
"A possible Master/Stranger situation is always serious, overprotective father syndrome or not."
"Bet you fifty bucks."
"He's gonna hear you. And then you're going to wake up with a bunch of Army Men setting tiny traps all over your side of the bed. And I'm going to laugh." Battery shook her head and peered through the binoculars again. She was parked in an unmarked car a good distance away from the restored shrine. The target, officially designated Brushstroke after Chessman had taken a look at Armsmaster's helmet cam and promptly buried his face in his hands, had emerged from Winslow High School and taken a more or less direct path here. No sign of Good Dog yet, but the fact that Brushstroke had come here was worrisome enough. Gang territory aside, this was where Dragon had pinpointed that odd weather phenomenon.
Battery watched the teenager tie her hair back in a scarf, then set about doing a number of mundane chores around the property. She raked leaves, and swept the path and the wooden steps of the buildings, and checked on a basket laced to a small wooden signpost near the front entrance. She seemed pleased with it, because she unhooked the basket and went over to the shrine to sit down. Some digging into her schoolbag later, and she had a spool of… fishing line? Fishing line. She started unwinding the line and using it to string together small bunches of something too small to identify from here.
Battery sighed. Not that she'd ever admit it to Assault, but this was a little ridiculous. She sipped at a now-cold cup of coffee, watched Brushstroke, and waited. When she caught sight of someone visiting the shrine, she focused her lenses on them, then carefully set the coffee cup in its holster.
"Console, is Velocity around?"
"Yes'm." Velocity's voice took over for Assault.
"Steal Assault's wallet for me before he can welch on that bet, would you? Oni Lee just showed up."
"On it."
"Wha-- HEY!"
"Thanks. Continuing observation, over." Battery carefully opened the car door, her charge already well-stored and ready. If she had to swoop in and intercept the ABB assassin, she wouldn't have a second try at it. It… didn't seem necessary, to her surprise. She watched Oni Lee making a few gestures as they conversed, then he sat down next to Brushstroke as she rummaged into her bag again.
"Puppy? What's going on?"
"Brushstroke and Oni Lee are… eating lunch." She double-checked the lenses, just in case. "Yeah, that's… happening. I can't tell what they're talking about, though. Brushstroke doesn't look very happy about it." She dearly wished she'd parked a bit closer, or that maybe Armsmaster had bugged the shrine better. As she watched, Oni Lee handed over a book to the teenager, who was looking rather distressed, even from here. Movement behind her made Battery refocus.
"Console, Good Dog sighted."
"As I thought." Armsmaster's voice interrupted. How many of them were listening in, anyway? "What's it doing?"
"It just walked out of the shrine and sat down. And— yes. Console, Oni Lee is petting the dog. I repeat, Oni Lee is petting Good Dog."
"Dammit. It's more powerful than we thought."
"Boss, you keep saying shit like that you're going back in containment, you know." Battery tried to tune out Armsmaster admonishing Velocity, and tried harder not to imagine him shaking his fist to the sky. She was going to spend all of that bet money on booze, every last dollar.
* * *
"Sumimasen, Miko. It is the best I can think of."
"No, I appreciate it." Taylor took a bite of her red bean roll and looked down at the book she'd been handed. It was a primer on tea ceremony, and also a herald of bad news. Lung was coming back. Not now, but soon. Sunny headbumped her shoulder, and she gave the wolf a quick scratch.
"The Ōkami has chastised him for his disrespect once. I do not think he will repeat it, but maintaining traditional courtesy will help."
"Okay. It's… something. I can give it a try." She flipped open the book, and winced. Oh, that looked formal. "...Oni Lee, I need help. I can't read this and I need to practice it."
The assassin paused, as he tended to, and ate another rolled omelet in the interim. She'd added the sweet wine this time, and he'd complimented her efforts. It was not a situation she'd ever really imagined herself in, but, that was just how her life seemed to be rolling these days. "I will find aid for you."
"Thank you. Do… you want some non-fancy tea, while you're here? I think I need a cup."
"Thank you for the offer, but I must return to my work." He returned her spare chopsticks to her, then collapsed into dust. Taylor swore— she'd just swept. Sunny chuffed at her as she grumbled and fetched the broom again.
"There's no way out of this, is there, Sunny?" The wolf gave a sigh and a sad whine. "Yeah, didn't think so… Sunny? I…" She didn't have to say it. Sunshine sat down near her and she wrapped the canine in a hug.
"You know what you're doing, right?" The wolf gave a single, solemn nod. Taylor took a breath and let it out slow. "Okay. Okay, I trust you, just— it's hard, you know?" Sunny licked her cheek, and Taylor didn't feel quite as bad about the admission. She gave the wolf a pat, and sat back down to finish her snacks. Sunshine was more than willing to assist in this matter.
Later, as they headed home, Taylor reflected on what little she knew about tea ceremonies. It wasn't much— just that they were very formal, supposedly long, and probably as complicated and precise as interpretive dance. This was going to suck. She shared her thoughts with Sunny, who gave a woof of agreement.
"...you know, Sunny, I don't think I have any tests for a while at school." The wolf made a questioning noise. Taylor felt a grin sneaking its way onto her face. "I'm just saying. This is going to be really stressful, right? Isn't there a saying about work hard, play hard?" The wolf's eyes widened. Her tail began a furious wag.
"Let's go paint shopping."
* * *
Souta felt his cell buzz against his butt while he was busy mucking about with his car's innards. It was a junker, a cheap piece of shit with mismatched doors, but it was his and he could make it get from Point A to Point B. He set down his tools and found a rag to wipe his hands on, before pulling the phone out and checking it. One eyebrow quirked up. A text from the Oni— something that had gotten far more common than he'd anticipated. It was cool, though. The Oni usually had errands and other grunt work for him, which meant the teen could collect his pay and not worry about having to fight for it. He wouldn't have minded a bit more action, but the safer work made his mom happy, so Souta wasn't going to complain. Plus it meant more time to work on his car, and that was always a good thing.
The message was brief. 'Require service for miko. Tea @ 1530. Be present and translate'
Souta eyed the message, then shrugged and sent back a simple 'yes.' Probably not the weirdest thing he'd done for the ABB. After a moment, Souta pulled his phone back out, and tapped at the screen.
'Formal?'
'Street is fine'
'No, for miko'
There was a longer pause. The Oni sent back a single question mark. Souta tapped at his phone again.
'Miko wears street stuff. I know a guy who knows a guy'
Another pause, and then: 'Ok. Do well for bonus'
Awesome. One step closer to that new paint job. Souta closed the messages and dialed a number, instead. It picked up on the fourth ring, the lazy bastard.
"Hai, Souta. What's up?"
"Yuuta," he grunted. "Give the phone to your baachan for a sec."
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