>>6055175>Make the best garbage golem.Parrot: SAHUKEH!
The parrot isn't saying 'Cock' yet so Rin is very quick to lose interest in the ignorant beast, despite all the sacrifice that went into securing it. With towering steps, as boredom weighs her down, Rin walks past her father and into the endless streets outside.
Under the orange sky, Osaka's fading sun greets her.
The veins of the city remain crowded by salarymen even at this hour, but Rin doesn't flow with it. The narrow streets, the back alleys, the dark spots beckon her; nothing fun remains under the sun for long in this world. Wandering about, burping, kicking cans, Rin doesn't think and that is fine
but when the girl sees that dirty traffic cone she /does/ answer the sacred call of art.
Smoking Lowlife: Huh?
Man in Jumpsuit: The fuck is going on?
A broken microwave, plastic bottles, half a chair, broomsticks, a black cat, an old lantern shaped like an umbrella: piece by piece, Rin is building a golem. The men behind her can't look away, the little kids stop chasing the rat and, with retarded faces, get stuck watching Rin work. One of the old guys steps forward.
Shady Manager: No, don't do it like that. That bottle looks sturdy, but it's still plastic.
The man replaces the plastic bottle Rin had stuffed in the golem's stomach with a double bag filled with crushed cans. Rin chuckles.
ع Rin: Those are its guts now.
Kid with ugly face: Look! I found this!
It's a broken PC monitor.
Kid with broken front teeth: Where do I put this?
It's a tire, likely from a motorcycle. Rin bites her finger pensively.
ع Rin: We are going to need duct tape.
Man in Jumpsuit: I'll handle it.
He leaves, as the rest keep gathering broken things from the nearby alleys.
Shady Manager: Where are we going to put it?
...Rin grins: And it's one toothy, shit-eating grin.
After a while, he golem is complete. And it's huge. Stupidly, pointlessly huge. A small crowd carries it on their backs, as if it was a forgotten god of the age of sacrifices, as Rin checks around the corners to see if anyone is coming or going.
ع Rin: It's clear. MOVE MOVE MOVE!
Through many grumbles and much bitching, the golem is finally dropped behind a sharp corner; it won't be noticed unless it's in someone's face. The sweating people stop to look at it.
Smoking Lowlife: Damn. It's beautiful.
The trash golem doesn't greet anyone back. It has a traffic cone for a dick.
Man in Jumpsuit: No, it's one ugly asshole, but that's the point.
ع Rin: Let's hide.
The whole crowd hides in a dark corner. It's a calm street, but this is Osaka so someone is bound to come by at any moment.
...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Rin laughs like a mentally challenged panda bear being launched from a catapult, but even that is drowned by the cacophony all around her.
Shady Manager: Man, that was good.
Some look at their cellphones; all walk away.
Little kid with brain damage: Did you see the...
>Now what? 