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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.

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Sun stopped on a nearby building when the Candy Man came to a stop and started to unload his things and the man that he had taken as well. Sun wasn’t quick to make any moves just yet, he gave it a few minutes before he jumped down from the rooftop and came over to the building. He crept close to the door and placed his ear against it and listened to the sounds coming from inside.

There was no talking, so Sun just figured it only Candy Man inside with the other guy still knocked out. He made out the sound of machinery, which was a bit of a surprise because this place looked abandoned. He wouldn’t have thought there would be any working machinery in there.

Sun made a quick trip back to the van to flatten the tires by stabbing them with his folding knife, just in case the man tried to make a run for it. Then he returned back to the door and pulled it open and started inside. He stuck to the shadows as best as he could while trying to get a cisual on where the man had gone.

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.

Edited 2015-02-25 03:07 (UTC)

Okay. So there was more to this person than he thought. He was just some random weirdo that wanted to sell candy to kids to make them sick. It was easy to make out the sound of the six foot, three-hundred pounds machines stomping around, even if he hadn’t laid eyes on them yet. Sun was smart enough to know he needed to come up with a small contingency plan, though. He pulled out his device and typed out a quick message to his allies.

“in candymans factory.
If no word from me in 10
Cmere [address here]”

After sending the message, he tucked his phone away and pulled out his weapon and placed it into its staff form. He kept his moves slow, and listened for the sound of the things drawing nearer. He'd fight if he had to, something was telling him that that was inevitable. The darkness didn't bother Sun, his Faunus eyes let him see well in it as if it was lit. He ducked behind the first cover that he could find, which were some crates. And then he peered over them and looked around to check the area.

Responding to the guy was impossible. Mostly because Sun didn't have his own intercom. He could probably yell out to him, but that would give away his location.

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."

Sun didn’t see it as an open invitation, but he couldn’t exactly stop the guy at the moment. But from what’s been said so far, he has no idea how any of it ties into making kids sick. Sun pauses for a moment and ducks behind the crates when he hears the robotic voices speak out.

He took a moment and placed his hands together and created two golden clones of himself. One took off running to the left of the crate and the other one started running to the right in an attempt to lead both of the robots away. Or at least distract them for a couple of moments.

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.

Edited 2015-02-25 05:00 (UTC)

Sun kept the clones moving to lead the bots as far away as possible, then when they had ducked around a corner or a another crate or something, he made them disappear. Sun was about to relax for a moment, but he heard the sound of that rotating machinery, even over the sound of that guy’s ranting.

He quickly leapt up and over the crate and darted forward as the guy fired at him to get out of the way of the streams. Now Sun had to keep those turrets and robots in mind while he tried to figure out where exactly the Candy Man was holding up right now. His eyes darted around before moving up higher and spotting at office at the top of the facility.

The gingerbread bots were thoroughly confused; they resolved to go back to their standard routines. Meanwhile, the factory was getting substantially messier. Did Sun have any idea how much frosting gummed up the works?

"Fast, huh? Not as fast as those puritans. Oh, it was all fun and games at first, like what we have here. But then they came. You should've heard them; like I was the devil himself. Did I want their teeth to rot? Did I want the obesity rate to climb? I was the bad guy, standing against everything healthy and wholesome."

Speaking of holes, two turrets emerged from the his office's side panel, poised to discourage any would-be home wreckers. The catwalk to his place seemed easy enough to traverse, if one could get past the candy-corn bullet barrage. Sun would have to be one tough trick-or-treater to make it to the Candy Man's doorstep.

Edited 2015-02-27 00:01 (UTC)

Sun spotted the office and then he followed the path along the catwalk with his eyes until he saw some stairs leading up to it. But then when he looked back to the office, he saw those turrets emerging from the side panels. He fought the urge to make an annoyed sound, he but he had a plan. This would have been easier if he would have brought Neptune or any member of team RWBY along. But he was sure he could manage it.

Sun planned out his actions quickly and soon he jumped, bouncing off of one piece of machinery to the next, higher piece of machinery. Leaping until he could finally make that leap up with all his strength toward the part of the catwalk closest to his office and incidentally, the turrets as well.

He quickly broke his staff down into his shotgun forms and he fired blast after blast of ice shots from his weapons. Ice shells courtesy of a shot in Vale. He planned to use them to incapacitate the dude if he needed to, but freezing turrets would work just as well.

More property damage. Darn teenagers. Back in his day, he'd fill you with holes the moment you stepped on his grass. The Candy Man donned a gas mask; looks like it had come to yhis. He flipped a switch, batting down the hatch of his office and reinforcing all the entrances. Plate glass windows and whatnot. He then flipped another one, causing the sprinklers on the walls to emit a tangy soda throughout the room. The carbonation was fast-acting, and the gas it caused would weaken the nervous system and stiffen muscles.

"Funny thing happens when people start seeing you as the bad guy. Switch flips in your brain, and it goes "why not?". You already have the reputation. Might as well earn it properly. Those people think I'm out to ruin kid's health? That I'll make them sick? Boy, I'll show 'em. They ain't seen nothing yet!"

Edited 2015-03-01 07:31 (UTC)

Sun looked over to the wall as the mist started spraying from it. Dammit, this guy just had so many tricks up his sleeve. “You just don’t know how to come along quietly, do you?” He inhaled deep and tried to hold his breath to stop the mist from getting to him. Hopefully it wasn’t lethal and hopefully whatever it was wouldn’t mess with him too badly to stop him from doing his job. He took his weapon and placed it back in its staff form and rushed the door.

He smacked it hard against the reinforced door once, then twice, then a couple of more times in an attempt to literally beat it down. With the way he could toss full grown men around with it, getting the door down shouldn’t take that long. Problem was, he may or may not have had to take a breath or two after exerting himself so much.

That's some heavy ordinance the punk was packing. He had to respect that. For all the Candy Man's fears of it being some health organization spook, Sun seemed none too shy of the direct approach. That approach was steadily whittling his door down, crumpling the metal. It was only a matter of time. He turned to his beating stick: a truncheon styled as a candy cane. Looks like hiding time was over. He'd talk a bit more; bide whatever time he had left. His rantings took on a touch of melancholy.

"But then again, maybe the puritans had a point. Life's a lot like candy; tastes good for a moment, but then what? The rest just weighs on you. A lifetime of consequences for seconds of fun." The door was giving way. A few more beatings and it would be torn down. He held his candy cane club in both arms, poised to strike.

It was getting harder, even with the intercom, to be heard over the bursting door. "BUT WHO CARES, RIGHT? THROWING YOUR LIFE AWAY FOR THRILLS, THAT'S WHAT IT'S REALLY ALL ABOUT. YOU'RE DOIN' IT, I'M DOIN' IT, THE WHOLE WORLD'S GOING TO HELL JUST TO CHASE SOMETHIN' SWEET. BUT NOT ME. SEE THEY MAY CALL ME THE CANDY MAN. TRUTH IS?" The door came down. He saw the face of his second blonde annoyance that day; his own lie obscured by the mask.

"I'm just bitter." Gripping his weapon, he lifted it over his head and charged the bounty hunter, fully intending to go out swinging.

Edited 2015-03-01 16:20 (UTC)

When the door finally came down, Sun felt some relief. Last obstacle out of the way. But when he went to step into the room, he nearly stumbled from the effects of the stuff that the Candy Man had sprayed. His body didn’t feel like it was responding like it should have. It didn’t feel like it was a complete lost cause yet, he could still fight..at least he thought he could. But his usual high energy fighting style probably wasn’t going to be something he was capable of right now.

“Bitter Man doesn’t sound as good. Neither does Sour Man.” Unless they were some creations of Dr. Wily’s. Sun tried to act as if he wasn’t being bothered by the toxins, but the Candy Man probably knew his stuff well enough to know that that wasn’t the case. Sun blocked the Candy Man’s first strike at him, and then Sun swung at him with his own staff. Sun’s own strike, however, was lacking in the finesse that it would usually have. It wasn’t as fast or as sharp.

The candy took a heavy breath as he backed off from the recoil of Sun's blow. Even drugged, this kid hit hard. He'd try something more sneaky; trip him up. Literally. Faking another head-on attack, he went low, trying to sweep Sun off his feet.

Sun could practically read what the guy was about to do, but he couldn't get his body to respond fast enough. His feet were taken out from under him and Sun fell down onto his back, the wind being knocked out of him in the process.

Sun retaliated by using his tail to grab the guys leg and yanking it forward in an attempt to take him off his feet too while also trying to regain his breath.

He would've said something about mangy monkeys, had he time. Alas, the Candy Man joined his grounded enemy. If only he hadn't kept his lair so dark, maybe he would've seen Sun's more bestial features.

Good thing he took wrestling in high school! Becoming more brutish as the thing waged, he leaped at Sun, trying to get a pin and get him into a sleeper hold.

Sun rolled to the side, already having been in about to do that since he wanted to get up. He managed to get to one knee. Now his own body may have been weakened by the effect of the gas. But that wouldn’t mess with his clones.

Sun quickly placed his hands together. His tail and his hair both started to glow gold and two clones of him appeared standing between him and the Candy Man. Both clones started walking forward, one taking out his staff as they did. It was time to end this.

The Candy Man got up roughly. Ironically, wearing a gas mask made it hard to breathe. Ah, so this is what was throwing his ginger bots for a loop. Wbatever, everyone knows these kinda light shows are just rip offs.

"You won't get get far being fake kid. Too bad for you, cause I'm the real deal! Raaaah!" He roared, leaping in for a mighty swing, holding the cane over his head to bring it on Sun's.

That was true, you couldn't get far by being fake. Too bad his clones actually have substance to them. The one without a staff quickly did a spin kick to the Candy Man's face, using his own momentum against him to add force to the kick. The clone itself exploded after delivering the kick to his face for even more added force in throwing the man back.

Direction reversed, the Candy Man went flying back, leg getting stuck in the railing. Why the face, Sun? Why?

His gas mask cracked from the force of the kick; now he too was getting a taste of his own fizzy medicine. He began to cough, dangling from the catwalk. He groaned from the pain. "We...*cough cough* gotta get out of here..."

Ted was still there, in case he'd been forgotten. The soda-based drug wasn't doing his consciousness any favors.

Sun hadn’t forgotten about Ted. The last clone disappeared since the Candy Man seemed to be stuck. Sun opened his eyes back up and grabbed his staff and used that to get up to his feet.

“How do I shut it down?” Sun asked before coughing a little bit, using his staff as a crutch he made his way over toward the Candy Man. “The gas, your robots, everything. Where is the off switch?”

Here's a pretty predicament. Here he was, on the cusp of consciousness, dangling on some metal bars, contemplating how to help his reluctant rescuer.

He could, of course, tell him which button did what. That'd be the easier solution. And then likely go to jail for a very long time.

The other one would be to tell him how to activate the self-destruct mechanism; a device both paranoid and proud meant to prevent, in the last case, his valuable patents and inventions from going to competitors. He pondered for a moment, then decided to let Sun choose.

"You wanna turn off everything? Everything? It'll be the large red lever on your immediate right." He took a deep breath. "But if you just wanna speed bump this ice cream death spiral, it'll be the black switch in-between the yellow and purple buttons on the front panel."

Edited 2015-03-03 22:50 (UTC)

Sun really couldn’t tell what he meant by ‘speed bump’ this thing. But he wanted to shut it all down, so he was going to go with the red switch. But he had his answer, so Sun reached in his back pocket and grabbed something before reaching out and grabbed him and pulling him to safety. As soon as he did, though, Sun pulled his arms behind his back and put some zip cuffs on him and pulled them tight.

He wasn’t having him try anything else. He then moved as fast as he could toward the red lever to his right and pulled it, expecting it to shut everything down as soon as he did.

Oh it would shut things down, all right. In the worst way. A feminine voice arrived on the intercom, speaking in a professional, albeit hurried tone.

"Self destruct sequence, activated. Please evacuate the premises immediately. This facility will be compromised in five minutes."

The Candy Man laughed. "Hahaha! That's it! That's the end to everything! Ohoho, it's just like candy! So sweet, but where does it go!? Abso-lutely NOWHERE! Ahahahaha!" He's not entirely lucid, at the moment.

"Seriously, man?! You install a self destruct thing in your base?!" That was the sort of thing that you only saw in movies, never real life. No one was usually crazy enough to do something like that. He moves back over to him and grabs him by the arm and drags himself along to the lower level. He just has to go and grab that guy that was brought here and then they can get out of here.