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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 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.

"Haha, yeah, I would! You think I'd just let this stuff fall into the laps of my inferiors!? Not on your life! My creations are mine; if I go down, I'm taken' 'em with me! Ahahaha..." His manic ravings, plus the effect of stress and soda gas were driving him into dreamland. Ted had arrived there long before, murmuring in his sleep.

"Sun...another Fool? Or Sun itself..."

Both of them were cooperative bodies, if nothing else, and Sun would have no trouble escorting them off the grounds. Of course, he would need to make tracks. The destruction process was pretty thorough, and if saw to completion, would go a long ways to explaining why the location of the Candy Man's factory was so remote.

He gave Ted a couple of shakes to get him up. “Hey! Hey! Wake up~” If only the guy hadn’t gotten himself caught, Sun would already be on his way out of this place with the mad man in tow. If Sun managed to get Ted up, he would start dragging him along with the Candy Man toward the exit of the factory. If not then he would just lift him up and carry him out.

He honestly didn’t know how big the explosion was going to be, but he didn’t think there was a such thing as being too far away when something was blowing up.

Ted's eyes flit open. "Mm, what? Who are you? Where are we? What on earth did that pleasant voice mean when it said 'four minutes remaining'?"

"Four minutes remaining until this place blows up. The candy guy is evil and drugged you, and now his base is going to explode. We have to get a move on!" Sun thought that covered everything pretty nicely.

Very succinct! He had kept his identity a mystery. But then, maybe his mission demanded his anonymity.

"How exciting! I suppose that's him then in your grasp." Ted brought his hand to his mouth, coughing. "Is there anything important here? A souvernir, or some damning piece of evidence for his crimes that would evaporate in all this turmoil? Or shall we make haste and escape in your especially convenient vehicle?" He looked like your typical teenager. They all had driver's licenses and stuff, right?

“Actually..Yeah. He brought some of his illness inducing candy in here.” It was probably around them, right? Sun saw him bring the stuff as well as this guy in, so he probably stored them nearby until he decided to do something with him.

“Grab a box or a handful of the candy for me. “ They still had time to do at least that.

"Right away." Ted looked around...aside from the chaos of their fight, the factory was surprisingly well kept. There was frosting around, and while dumb, Ted didn't fancy making skin contact with the stuff. Maybe one of the crates? Agh, but there's no way of knowing which contained the product and which were just parts or maintenance supplies. He'd probably have to take them all for good measure.

"Thank you for getting me out of this mess, but I must impose upon you again. Would you mind turning away for just a moment? I'll be quick." The voice rang out, informing them that three minutes remained.

If Sun agreed, he'd take out his sack and wrap it around as many containers as he could.

Sun wasn't sure what he needed to turn away, but he was interested in getting them out of this factory fast, so he turned away so that the guy would have privacy to do whatever it was that he needed to do.

"Just let me know when you are ready to get going." Sun wasn't going to leave the guy, especially when he was doing what he was doing right now for him.

Ted made quick work, and another minute had passed. When he was done, the factory looked a lot spacier.

"All right, lead the way, oh gallant hero."

The intercom voice shifted abruptly, replacing the courteous, plain voice with the Candy Man's rantings again. "Just kidding you talentless hacks! Think I'm giving you three-hundred seconds to pawn my work!? Say yer prayers, cause you've got a tenth of that to get out of here, ahahahaha!"

"Oh dear." Ted did the math in his head. Thirty seconds was all they had left; one last surprise from their paranoid adversary.

"Let's away! To your noble steed!"

Sun looked to the Candy Man when his voice came over the intercom. Seriously? What a jackass. He started to run, dragging the Candy Man along with him. They had to be quick.

“Uh. The noble steed is our feet. So, don’t stop running and hope we can get far enough away from the blast!” He shouts as he bursts through the doors and outside of the factory. He keeps on running, not planning on stopping until he knew they were all safely away from the explosion. He hoped he didn't get in trouble for this place exploding.