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Sun Wukong ([personal profile] monkeystowaway) wrote in [community profile] genessia2015-02-19 08:12 pm

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WHO: Sun Wukong, Open!
WHAT: Sun is out on a manhunt for Candy Man! Come and talk to him on his stakeout.
WHERE: Attleton Marketplace
WHEN: 2/19
WARNINGS: Possibly some violence.

With all that had gone on, Sun needed something to take his mind off of things. What better way then to go on a hunt? Well, a Manhunt. He’d read about the Candy Man giving candy to kids that was apparently making them sick after they ate. He didn’t know what the guy was doing to them, but someone needed to put a stop to it. He got the chance to talk to a few of the ill kids and found out some stuff about the guy’s cart, since the kids couldn’t give him any substantial information about what the guy looked like.

As long as the guy didn’t change his cart, Sun knew he would be able to find him. So he stood in the marketplace of Attleton. He was holding up a drink with his tail, while in his hands he was looking over a magazine, though he wasn’t really paying too much attention to it. His eyes were on the lookout for his target. He was dressed for warmth and to hopefully not draw attention to himself.
whiteas: (You need to calm down.)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-20 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Weiss wasn't in Attleton's marketplace for the bounty. She was there because she needed to go grocery shopping for something other than cookies. With Blake in the hospital, and Ruby's inability to go to a store without buying far too many cookies for any normal human being to consume in a single sitting, Weiss had decided to go on her own. She wasn't 100% sure what Yang was up to, but frankly sticking to the house and work were starting to wear on her. Besides, she honestly didn't want to let Torchwick think that he'd scared her into staying home if she didn't have someone with her.

Since their last attempt at being sneaky, Weiss had realized their idea of incognito wasn't exactly the most expert-level disguises, and she knew the whole fake-magazine reading thing by now. She'd recognize that tail anywhere though. From the basket she was carrying, Weiss held out a bright red apple to him. Even if it was a friendly gesture, her tone clearly said she thought he was doing something odd.

"What are you doing?"
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whiteas: (Attention pls? ok.)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-20 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Either here or to get fresh fish in Fayren since they have the port there. Fresh food is much better than what's been sitting at Pan's for however long."

Weiss set the basket of fruit on the bench next to him, still standing as she watched him eat the apple. At least she was being fairly helpful, even if she only thought it was by bringing something to eat by. If he's just been waiting around out here, chances are he would've had to leave his perch eventually and potentially miss the guy while he was worrying about food. She kept her voice quiet enough that only Sun should be able to hear while she spoke.

"Drinking with your tail isn't exactly blending in. You do bounties a lot, don't you? That criminal probably isn't as good as Zuko at looking for suspicious people, but you should still try to keep a low profile or you're going to end up being well-known and easy to spot."
whiteas: (...I think?)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-21 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Weiss had 4 more apples in there, having grabbed an extra couple because somehow they always go missing whenever a certain someone visits. There are a few little packs of berries of various kinds, a bunch of green vegetables and leafy greens, and some nuts and seeds. Weiss was a pretty healthy eater overall, even if she wasn't the best at cooking (she mostly helped by making sure all the ingredients were A+ unless she got incredibly stubborn about being able to cook something).

Finally sitting down with the basket between the two of them, she looked around.

"Especially not if you're chasing someone dangerous who doesn't particularly care for being chased."
whiteas: (Let me count the ways you're fucking up.)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-21 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"These bounties would be much easier to solve if this place had a crime lab."

At least then they could figure out just what was in the candy, maybe figure out if it's a controlled substance and trace it.. Who knows. They did all sorts of things like that to try to find perps in movies. Which, admittedly, Weiss didn't go to very often, but she'd seen a couple of them.

Weiss doesn't really pay attention to Sun eying her basket much. She gave him an apple and she trusts him, after all.

"How are you planning on catching him before he gives something to another kid?"
whiteas: (Their auras ready for the fight)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-21 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"For a boy who was running from the police the first time I saw you, you would make a pretty good officer."

She doesn't really care about his Junior Detective badge, but it was pretty impressive that he'd gotten even that much info when this guy had been on the loose for a while.

"Not traditionally for that purpose, but we have R&D labs that I can probably get into if I ask but.." She paused for a moment, looking uncertain. It might go fine if she brought Sun with. Weiss didn't have a problem with him anymore, but the chances of him somehow getting pulled aside and accused of being White Fang or trying to steal something. She'd grown up in an environment that spoke down to Faunus, one that she was once a part of. She knew it was wrong now, but dragging Sun into that...

"I won't make you go with me if you don't want to and I know my family's company isn't exactly the kindest to Faunus, but you should know that I will stand by you if you want to come provided that you behave yourself."
whiteas: (And on)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-21 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaune doesn't have a Weiss either, so Jaune has to deal with not having a lot of things he thinks are cool in general.

On the bright side for Sun, Weiss doesn't mind as long as it's for a good cause and not just because he's trying to mooch. Saving kids from getting sick or it possibly escalating? That's a good cause.

"Of course. Do you have a paper bag? Whenever the police came over, they had paper evidence bags, even if they use plastic in fiction. There's probably a reason for it."
whiteas: (What's going on now?)

[personal profile] whiteas 2015-02-24 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not police, so it isn't like I need official evidence bags. As far as I know a paper lunch bag will work just fine."

It wasn't like she was a lab tech or anything- she just had seen movies before and she could go find people who were lab techs. She didn't know if they'd know what to do with a fingerprint or if there'd even be anything on whatever he found.

"There isn't anything else you need help with is there?" Weiss reached into her basket, taking a blueberry out of one of the little berry boxes and popping it into her mouth. She'd been focusing on her company a lot, trying to keep busy, but she actually felt useful with Sun asking for her help. Even if it was just using SDC resources despite being so far from home.
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Who can take a sunrise...

[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-21 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ted was out for a stroll, and could not be bothered to read the newspaper that fine Thursday morning. This would serve to get him into a lot of trouble, as he saw a seller of sweets cross his path. He could be heard even by Sun and friends, who were far away, as he was shouting to be heard above the murmur of the crowd, and doing a good job of it. Too good, really.

"I SAY, GOOD SIR, ARE YOU A MERCHANT OF CONFECTIONS? IF SO, I SIMPLY MUST PATRONIZE AND ADD YOUR WORKS TO MY COLLECTION." He had had ice cream trucks in his home world, but this was a treat.

"Please, sir. Keep your voice down."

"WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT?"

"I said...never mind. Aren't you a little old to uh...partake in my merchandise?"

"NONSENSE. A SWEET TOOTH KNOWS NO AGE! ARE NOT THE ELDERLY KNOWN FOR PEANUT BRITTLE?"

"...Okay. Try one of these, as a free sample. I insist." He handed Ted a gobstopper, which, true to its name, contained a powerful anesthetic.

"THANK YOU, GENEROUS MERCHANT. YOU'RE TOO KIND." *few seconds later* "I'm feeling light headed..."

The merchant waited for his annoyance to pass out, before hoisting him into his cart and burying him under the rest of the merchandise. The irritation was apparently widely felt, for none were looking closely enough to see this unscrupulous transaction. The Candy Man didn't wanna chance it, though, and whistled nonchalantly as he carted his latest victim towards HQ. In his haste, he did drop a few stray pieces of candy with the animal insignia Sun had discovered.
youfool: (candy man)

[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-24 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
The Candy Man knew the streets well. Not as twisty as some labyrinthine city; this was the suburbs, after all. Still, he did what he could to mix speed and obfuscation, weaving an intricate path only to return to his van. Purely for travel, in this case. The van, as an automobile, had picked up a bad reputation when combined with sweets, and thus he had to turn to something with more innocent symbolism.

One might think that one who worked with such unhealthy foods would be unfit; nay. A lifetime of factory work and manual labor made loading the cart into the back an easy enough task. With a grunt, he hoisted his goods and Ted, then made for the driver's seat. Checking his mirrors with a sinister amount of caution, he sped off to his defunct lair.
youfool: (candy man)

[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
He pulled up to his large, steel factory. Once upon a time it would've comfortably housed thirty or so employees, eagerly churning out confections and flavorful delights for the masses. It was clear to look at it that those days were far behind. Rust and age had worn at the building, or at least the exterior. The Candy Man toted the rest of his goods, and Ted, into the building.

Inside, the age showed less. He had taken on the brunt of the work himself. Production, naturally, was lucky to run even a tenth of what it was capable of, but under his command it did just that. Thus, the machines saw some use, and of course he had retooled many of them himself to produce the illness-inducing goods. He propped Ted in a chair, trying to figure out what to do with him.

Murder was pretty far out. His MO was just making people ill. Children, true, but that was as far as he'd take it. He'd read the paper; he knew people would likely be after him, so perhaps Ted's memory wouldn't be the damning piece of evidence he feared. Bah, he decided. "Useless. No good...I do my best thinking in my office." He climbed the catacombs to his central office, high atop the facility, where he could best oversee and direct the machines of happier times past.
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[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
The Candy Man twitched. Over time, he had grown used to the silence that clung to this haunted candy factory. He knew when it was being disturbed. He took a guess as to why. Up till now, the machines had merely hummed, awaiting their next devious task. Now, some of them started up, whirring and clanking. The factory, formerly clothed in darkness, shone a small light in the center, where Ted sat, bound and gagged. His voice blared on the intercom, full of gravel and musk.

"So you've read the Tribune, have you? Those reporters are so sloppy. Perhaps they've told you what I've done, eh? But they never get the full story. They never tell you why..."

A proud machinist, he never took any offers to install security alarms or equipment. He elected to use his own; there they were now, whirring to life. Two thick, three-dimensional gingerbread men, standing six feet tall and at three-hundred pounds, stomped their way out from their chambers, patrolling the factory. Their heat sensors and infrared vision booted up, scouring the factory for any intruders. In their arms they held frilly, gum-drop adorned bayonets, loaded with tranquilizer darts. Time to bag him a monkey.
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[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-25 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
A non-response was practically an open invitation to monologue. It'd be rude not to take it.

"Ah, there it is. That slinking in the shadows. Even witch hunts let the 'witches' face their accusers, every now and again. But me? No. I was wronged by a movement. By a public, composed of so many faces it was faceless. By puritans!"

The factory was slowly resurrecting. The intercom still made the primary noise, but the noise of machinery was being added to, bit by bit, with various blinking lights and moving parts. The gingerbread mens' retinal scanners swept past the crates, and they knew. They offered the standard security-robot greeting. "Intruder. Please come out with your hands up."
youfool: (candy man)

[personal profile] youfool 2015-02-25 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
The hulking desserts took the bait running after them and shooting darts. Darn, if only he had installed the magic-clone detection software. He'd make a note of it. Still, he trusted what they'd seen, and had a reasonable guess as to his proximate location. He rotated his frosting-turrets, placed at each corner of the room. Each was packed with something both sugary, creamy, and mixed with military-grade immobilization foam. His voice became a bit more focused; more angry and direct.

"Who hired you, huh? The Attleton Farm Federation? The Organization For a Slimmer Tomorrow? Or maybe you're just some punk mercenary, trying to make a buck. Everyone's got a mouth to feed, huh? I'm not like you. I had a dream once; a vision. I just wanted to make kids smile. After the stuff I've seen, so would you."

The turrets locked on, and fired streams of candy-coated incapacitation.
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