Docks District – Container Area

Simca's eyes widened as the Robocop came out of nowhere, and she was about to access her powers to show the dummy exactly what it was messing with, before Krious suddenly went Final Fantasy on the metallic puppet and the next thing she knew she was perfectly safe.

Simca blinked. "You're no fun!" she whined, playfully spitting her tongue out at Krious, before he disappeared into the world of multi-porting and Simca looked on, waiting for something to happen.

"Over here!"

Simca's head shot up as she quickly jumped into the air, flipping, the air going elastic beneath her as it it attempted to catapult her over to the crane.

"Reach for the sky."

"Ah!" Simca yelled in fright, her concentration breaking as she fell to the ground, on her butt. Rubbing her sore bottom, she quickly pulled herself to her feet and looked up, seeing one of the scariest things in her life.

Woody was standing in front of her. Blocking her path.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Simca let out an ear-splitting scream, followed quickly by the emergence of several pinkish-purple rose petals that cut through Woody - and countless of the wooden crates - like admantium cutting through paper. Beat that, Woody! "DIE!!!"

Simca quickly performed her stunt again. using the elasticity of the air beneath her feet to somersault over to where Krious was, spinning in mid-air like a cheerleader would as she landed next to Krious, glaring at the new villain in town with that sharp, poisonous look behind her brown orbs of eyes. That, however, turned to confusion, when she heard his name.

"Weitnerbathroomsoap?"

Still tilting his head Krious stood there silent, listening to the guy's grand opening. He felt it needed a bow, but the man, named 'Wienerschnitzel' apparently, spared him the sight. The most peculiar thing caught his eyes though, as the man now had a katana somewhat floating behind him. Out of the blue the guy launched his fist towards Krious' face, whom barely reacted in time to evade it. Without losing his posture, he spoke up in his usual voice.

"A telepath.. one with an interesting name too. Now, are you going to introduce me to that friend you're hiding or should I get serious right now?"

Just then Simca voice echoed between the containers. The final word he recognized was the word 'Die', spoken in a very loud, almost satisfying way. As if you finally got rid of that annoying flie buzzing around your head the past few minutes. Right after that Simca showed up vaulting through the air, landing besides him. Glaring with the look she probably had on when dealing with that puppet.

"Weitnerbathroomsoap?"

An inner chuckle flew through his head. I guess the word doesn't fit a name at all.

"It's Wienerschnitzel apparently. The food is good, don't know if I can say the same about him."

Maybe he was German, maybe he's just unlucky, maybe he thinks it's fun, either way Krious agreed on the part of it being funny although he didn't show it. So this was the guy who had been messing around with them. Up close he wasn't really what Krious expected him to be, although it's always like that. Strange name, extravagant outfit and playing 'puppet-master'. This might turn out to be genuinely fun.

Before I got that chance of answering I heard a scream and a by anger fueled 'Die'... she... she killed my woody? I almost felt a tear roll down my cheek... How could she? he didn't do anything wrong... He was just minding his own buisiness... waving its flag... I'll have to do a funeral once I get myself out of this... poor thing... No! You mustn't let emotions join in on the fight... they cloud your judgement... Hmm... what is my feeling telling me now... KILL THE GIRL!... nope judgement is good... With both of them closeby, observing me, I guess it would be time for plan c... With an innocent look I answer the guy's question...
"My friend? I've asked before... he doesn't really want to know you, I'm sorry to say..." I held my hand to the side of my mouth and bended over a bit...whispering "If you ask me he's just scared of those shadows..." After that I let my katana gently tap my shoulder, as if it was objecting against me telling that...
Wait... did that girl just misspronounce my name? How dares she! first my woody now this! With my impenetrable smile, all be it somewhat faltered from recent event, I continued while turning to the girl"I complement you on your victory... against a doll... of maybe a foot high... and your insult... wow... just wow... did you come up with that all by yourself? weitnerbathroomsoap? truely amazing... I must say... Although I'd love to chat and let you insult me more I was hoping for something... something a little more... well threatning... Al be it quite amazing... rose petals... besides a marrage I don't see what good it would do..." I turned to the guy "And you... the guy in Jump city no one seems to get intel on... You couldn't even walk up to a sleeping man... I can tell..." Pissing them off was probably not the greatest Idea, but people being pissed could make mistakes... and these two being as close as they are... I could use some mistakes... "I figured out your power in what? 30 seconds? you step in one shadow, come out the next... and seeing no weapons on you I'm betting on you being able to get those as well... Don't tell me... they are... a rapier... no to classy, besides I'm betting you like to get up close and personal... I'm thinking knives..." Normally I'd go over the intel in my mind... not let them know if figured stuff out... but then again I didn't tell all did I? I had to think of a way to get out of here... quick... it was getting way to hot for me... figuratively and literally... wait... literally warmer than before, normal heat doesn't change this quickly... why do I get the feeling a fourth party is in on this... shadows nor petals could do something like this...

Now, Simca, in her innocence, was still extremely confused at the name. Honestly, it was like it was Kryptonian or something. She could not find her tongue being able to pronounce it properly even if it was the death of her.

"It's Wienerschnitzel apparently. The food is good, don't know if I can say the same about him."

Simca still could not pronounce it. "Weinerpressurecooker is a food?" She muttered, tilting her head cutely to the side and scratching tapping the back of her hands, one of her habits when she was in a state such as this, in innocent confusion. What kind of a name was Weiner... Weiner... Weinerpressurecooker, was it?

"I complement you on your victory... against a doll... of maybe a foot high... and your insult... wow... just wow... did you come up with that all by yourself? weitnerbathroomsoap? truely amazing... I must say... Although I'd love to chat and let you insult me more I was hoping for something... something a little more... well threatning... Al be it quite amazing... rose petals... besides a marrage I don't see what good it would do..."

Simca sweat-dropped at the guy. She was barely understanding what he was trying to communicate. Seriously, was this... Weinerpressurecooker for real? He seemed to be like that The Mask cartoon she used to watch when she was a child, or a very, very, very lame excuse for The Joker. She watched with a blank expression as he attempted to insult Krious.

Simca felt hot.

No, no, not that kind of hot. There was no attractive boy around here for her to feel that kind of hot. Sure, Krious was pretty handsome and all but he... now that she thought about it, he was her type, considering he resembled Terry in many ways... a small blush came to Simca's face at that thought. She quickly regained her mental composure however and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Not now. She could debauch Krious some other time. She temporarily lived in his house, anyways. They could have fun later. Right now, she had to deal with Weinerpressurecooker, but she could guess that he was not the reason the soles of her bare feet were starting to get hot and there was the that distinct smell of hot metal in the area.

Simca took a sniff. "Krious, you smell metal? Like, hot metal?" She looked down. The ground did not look that different, but it was getting seriously hot underneath her bare feet. Simca quickly used her pink energy to form a layer underneath her soles, taking a few steps in order to check whether the temperature was hotter just where she was standing or was it uniform heating before doing so.

Something was fishy here. Fried fishy.

Fun.. well all the words coming out from his mouth did sound funny, but this was not the fun Krious was looking for right now. Either he wasn't so sure of his abilities against two opponents, or he had second thoughts about his actions.

"Nice going sherlock, if I didn't want you to see them you wouldn't have. It's not like it's going to make a difference. You are somewhat correct about my weapons though, I'll give you that. Not that you'll get to see them in the end..."

Krious wasn't so sure about the guy in front of him anymore. He could be very powerful and be messing around with them, or he's the guy with a little screw missing inside his head. For now he'd guess the second, as he didn't look al that threatening at all. For some reason the temperature around them had heated up a few degrees, and it wasn't really that cold to begin with. Simca seemed to have noticed too.

"Krious, you smell metal? Like, hot metal?"

A shiver went down his spine again, as he remebered an all to familiar feeling. He'd felt it before, if someone was watching him. Up till now he thought it had been the man in front of him, but since he wasn't spying from his hidding place anymore it had to be someone else. The word 'Heat' made him worry.

"It's getting hotter every minute. Something not natural, and I'm guessing it's not him.."

Krious whispered with the concern in his voice having the obvious upper hand. he then turned back to his adversary.

"I've got another question for you. That hot head you ran into, and scorched your sword as it seems. What was he like? And if I think he is who I think he is, then why would he attack you in the first place?"

"Oh but you make a mistake... assuming I need to see things to know they are there..." I say with a smirk... When the happy cheerleader started to worry about the heat, I was relieved it wasn't just me... Once the ever so cool guy confirmed I grabbed my katana with one hand in a quick fashion... within the motion I spun around and kneeled, slamming the grip of my katana on the metal in a graceful manner, making dust fly up and away... the dust was slightly empowered by my telekinesis spreading out in a circle and growing as time went on... From afar nothing much could be seen besides someone kneeling, the dust stayed low on the ground and was very spread out thus only seeable when it was close...
As the dust spread out slowly... searching... Licking the ground... I turned my katana around, not yet showing my its secrets, placing the blade en on the crane before sitting down cross legged on the grip concentrating on the dust... "The hothead you ask?" I placed a hand on my chin... thinking... Damn it I really need to shave after this... Maybe I could ask the lady in pink for her petals... no those things are lethal... "Well... he was slightly taller than average... liked fire... A LOT... didn't really have trouble destroying titan tower... no resistance and all..." Hmm lets see what else... He blinded me for most of the time, but at the end I got to get a good look at him... "I think he was old... really old... his hair... it was totally grey... or was it white... Hmm... I think he even needed an ass firmer... really weird..." I couldn't really make out any face characteristics... it was totally messed up with runes and what not... "Black robe... with flames on it... black short... a bit cold for this weather if you ask me... Why? Who could it be?"

"It's getting hotter every minute. Something not natural, and I'm guessing it's not him.."

"Y-Yeah..." Simca replied, starting to feel extremely hot now. She had even begun to sweat profusely. While Krious had probably tolerated much more heat than this, Simca was one of the 'cold loving' types and she would sweat easily and would begin to suffer from feelings similar to nausea whenever it got too hot. Regardless, the temperature was mounting and while Krious or Weinerkitchenutensil were protected because of their shoes, Simca was barefoot, so she was the one feeling as if she was incredibly lacking a sense of security. Anxious and apprehensive as she was, Simca removed the pink energy veil from the soles of her feet for just a second and...

"Yeouch!!!" she yelled, immediately jumping several feet into the air - no pun intended - before using her hands to land on a nearby crate, quickly flipping over and sitting cross-legged as she grabbed her feet and brought her face down, blowing on them to make them feel colder slightly. She had burnt them, apparently, if the sizzling red marks on the undersides of her feet were anything to go by.

She flinched as she wiggled her toes, the stinging sensation sending a bolt through her spine, before her pink energy came to her aid and once again formed a layer around her feet, this time a thicker one to enhance her healing process and at the same time offer them some cold and protection from the external environment.

A determined expression on her face, she quickly flipped over the crate again, landing on the ground, behind Weinerkitchenutensil and facing Krious, using the opportunity to surround Weinerkitchenutensil from both sides. She noticed her sweat begin to reduce and the nauseating feeling the heat gave her begin to diminish not soon after, but she kept her eyes on Weinerkitchenutensil. "Weinerkitchenutensil! What are you up to, you...?!" it was a threat as well as a question as pink energy began to glow around Simca. He was the only one she could see here and regardless of what Krious thought, he was the one she would be using to extract her vengeance. She needed her feet for air-walking - now she was momentarily handicapped. They were a really sensitive part of her due to her unique anatomy and no one touched her feet unless they wanted to massage them or relax them in any other way.

Oh yeah. Simca was mad.

"Who he is doesn't matter, it's about what he's doing."

The description suited him perfectly. He had faced Emblem, and he probably didn't like it either. Why the two of them would oppose one another was a mystery, but seeing Emblem wanted everything down that couldn't face him it didn't make him wonder that much.

Wienerschnitzel made some moves, carefully disguising them to show as little as possible. He spread out dust into the air around them, moving it outward in a circle. It seemed spread wider and wider, touching them and spreading out even further. He was searching for something, or someone. Did he notice a fourth presence in the area as well? Or was this a preparation for battle? No, dust wasn't really a usefull weapon unless you packed it all together.. but he was a telepath, or so it seemed.

After Simca fought off the heat on her feet, which she seemed really sensitive too, she circled around, flanking their adversary. She seemed to take offense on his actions, thinking he intended them for hostilities. That might be true, but Krious had a different thought.

"He noticed too.. Didn't you? There is someone else here. He faced him, and he doesn't like where this is going. That's why he's searching the area... Correct me if I'm wrong here."

((OOC: I'm hoping you meant going this way, otherwise make of it what you want.))

I smoothly turned around while staying cross-legged on my katana to face the cheerleader as she turned up behind me. Damn it... If my suspicions are right we shouldn't fight among ourselves, who ever is out there, its after all three of us... very careless, revealing his hidden self like this, just 'heating up' the crane... or is there more to it?

I somewhat ignored the wannabe shadow for now to put the cocky cotton candy in place, or to try it at least "You young lady are very rude... showing up unannounced... calling me everything but my name... and now!" I pointed a finger at her nose "and now your even threatening me? who do you think you are? go play with some pompoms while the grownups talk will you..." I lowered my finger and eyed her up for a second or two to see if what she was going to do...

From my dusk cloud searching, licking the area I suddenly noticed something out of place, shooting my eyes to the left. "Squirrel..." I muttered under my breath when I noticed it was to small to be human and mister flame a lot can't shape-shift... can he? As I turned my gaze to the pink ball of happiness, speaking to the both of them "Who ever is out there he's waiting to strike... looking... waiting for an opening to blast all three of us away... best thing we could do is lure him out... give him or her or it a false opening..." Although moving around wouldn't be a very good plan right now with me searching the area, its the best option we got, for all we know I'll never find him... there is one thing I could do however, a dummy... a clone... but how without grandpa, if its the same person as before, noticing...

(( Attempting to revitalize this thread after more then a month of silence... I demand thee to reply! ... please? ))

”Yes that may be but unless you sort out that attitude of yours there is no 'we' to begin with. You're the one who intended to drag me out here with some weird message and now you're getting ticked off at her for not making it go as planned? You get on her bad side, you get on mine and then you're on your own with yet another problem. We have an instant escape window, unlike you as far as I can tell.”

A little caution was necessary as they stood in the middle of his search field. For all he knew he could turn it around and make it work against them. Still he wasn't one for making demands right now, as he was the one with the hidden agenda to begin with. He didn't really care what happened to the guy in the first place, as long as he and Simca could get out alright. If it was indeed Emblem out there then the chances of them getting away were quite alright, as he didn't strike at them just yet. This guy didn't have the luxury of teleportation however, and if Emblem had indeed targeted him as well he would be in quite a bit of trouble.

“So what will it be mister...”

Simca was ready to strike, and she probably didn't need any help dealing with this guy if he chose the hard way. Krious already had a plan ready for when he chose the easy way. Part of him wished the hard way, which provided the most chance of evading Emblem entirely. A dummy using telepath wasn't something you expected much of anyways, but those kind of thoughts led to surprises which in turn led to defeat. They couldn't have that now could they?