The Wishing Washer vs. The Sticker Sticker - Part 2
Or, how to render a superhero useless with a fancy spinkick...
The person who came through the door was no Poppy. In fact, the person who returned was dressed as a superhero, though she was hopping on one foot as she zipped up her red leather boot. There was still a drycleaner tag on her red cape, too. But, once inside the Inn, The Wishing Washer put her foot down and pointed directly at Carley. "STOP, EVIL DOER!"
Carley stopped, as she was being called an evil doer. Ironic isn't it' Bright blues widen at the Wishing Washer and she gapes. "...huh!?"
Adalia watched on, amused. Inside the bag, Pippi found no stickers, but the Sticker Sticker must keep them somewhere! It took a bit of doing with all that bag shaking, but she managed to get out and began pelting Carley with the peanuts she'd grabbed while in the bag. Pixie-ish laughter filled the air. The rest of the peanuts were tossed in the air at the sight of their heroine.
Carley was being pointed at and pelted with peanuts! She was sooo confused looking!
"I TOLD YOU!" Adalia bounced up and down on the stool, cheering loudly for The Wishing Washer. "You're here!" she exclaimed, beaming.
Soerl blinked at the apparent hero who had stormed in. The minstrel hadn't seen one of those in awhile. He glanced over at Carley, then to the little girl. "Hm. Not boring at all."
The Wishing Washer was still pointing, maybe trying to reel in some form of temperance. For a moment, she eyed the bag on the floor where Soerl had been, then looked toward him, giving him a "look."
Soerl lifted a brow after getting eyed. He obviously didn't put everything together right away. Immediately afterward, he looked around, quite confused.
Then, the Wishing Washer's attention turned to little Adalia. "You've done a fine job, Number One! And you, Number Two!" Pippi was obviously Number Two.
Carley finally took in the Wishing Washer" and the outfit' and then" She laughed. Pointed, and laughed. Hard.
"Hitting is bad!" Squeaked the little pixie. Pippi ducked when a swipe was made for her, then darted over to settle on Ada's shoulder.
The Wishing Washer had more to worry about than she might have thought. "Laughing in the face of justice will bring you nothing but hours and hours of community service." And she had a foot over Carley in height, alone. So, the Wishing Washer stepped forward and took hold around Carley's arm.
Adalia saluted The Wishing Washer and giggled. "She stuck one to the counter, but me and Pippi got it off." The ten year old watched the villain as she was apprehended, riveted on the events that were taking place.
"Hey!" Carley scowled at the Wisher Washer. "Who do ya think you are" The Flash?" Now was the time for her great escape, so in an attempt to distract, her juice (what remnants there were) was flung at the Wishing Washer's face as she moved to leap from stool to bar top.
A face full of juice was enough to get the Wishing Washer to let go, but it didn't stop her from trying to catch the Sticker Sticker. Chairs and anything in her path were knocked over, as she tried unsuccessfully to wipe the drink out of her eyes with a glove hand, while the other grabbed a bit blindly (and desperately) for Carley. "Hey, stop!"
"Help! She's gettign away!" Adalia pointed towards the escaping Carley, horrified.
"This appears to be getting out of hand..." A quiet observation from Soerl. His eyes moved between the hero and villain.
Standing on the bar, even as the Wishing Washer managed to take hold of one of her ankles, Carley was gritting her teeth. She kicked half-heartedly at the woman. "Lemme go!" It was time for her to escape. So with a bit of magic a semi-transparent whip appeared in hand, and with a ker-snap it snapped out towards the rafters, taking hold of one of the beams. Was she about to pull an Indie here"
Ada explained the offenses to anyone listening " most of the patrons seemed in shock. "She put stickers alllll over town — even my Daddy's shop! All over the window. Lots of 'em! We had to get a new one!"
"Why don't you do somethin'!!" Carley screeched out at Soerl, in her process of....whatever she was doing or trying to do.
The Wishing Washer was jumping and trying to get a really good grip on the Sticker Sticker. And she also looked at Soerl, teeth gritted. "Yes, do something, citizen soldier!" Hinthint!
Soerl lifted a brow at Carley and the Wishing Washer. "Very well." The key in his pocket glows for a moment, a strong gust of wind whooshing across the bar.
And, in the middle of all of the action, The Wishing Washer stops her pursuit of the evil doer, Carley, and sort of stares at Soerl for a moment, mouth agape. "That's it" A breeze?" Comedic pause, anyone"
Of course, Soerl realized the Wishing Washer's secret identity and he blinked at her for a moment or two. "A tornado didn't seem necessary."
That gust of wind was enough to knock little ole' Carley off the bar, screeching all the while. Holding tight to the whip in her hands she sort of just swings about, blown every which way, cursing up a storm. Spinning around by way of the wind, leg extended out inadvertently in something of? a really fancy spinkick"
"Oh, well, that's?" The Wishing Washer was about to make a plucky comment, when she got a surprising foot to the head. Nothing major, it seemed, but it was enough to knock her back, which caused her to trip over a chair she'd knocked down, ending up right at the feet of Adalia and her pixie, Pippi. Which, of course, gave Carley and opportunity to get out.
Carley winced, as she actually hadn't meant to kick anyone in the head. There wasn't much to be done about it though. The whip in her hands disappeared, sending her to the floor on her rump. "Oof!" Scrambling back to her feet, assorted parties who were involved received glares as she held her knapsack closely and defensively. Something of an appreciative nod was sent to her allies before a single Mr.Yuk sticker was produced from pocket and tossed out on the floor — something of a trademark and a taunt possibly' With that, Carley whirled about to make a mad dash for the back door.
"Oohhhkay." Ethan Kaiser managed to get to Adalia before someone killed her. "Uncle Ethan says it's time to go. Your Dad's going to kill me." He hoisted Adalia up and threw her over his shoulder.
Ada screamed and kicked as she watched her Heroine fall. "No! Wait she's hurt!"
A gloved hand was held up, as the Wishing Washer waved off Adalia's comment. "No, I'm fine, Number One. You go! We'll save our fight for another encounter with the Sticker Sticker." Ham it up, Wishing Washer, ham it up.
Ethan paused, turned, and set his niece down. "So you're The Wishing Washer, hm?" Ethan shook his head. "You have no idea how much grief she'll give me if I don't help you right now." The Handyman held a hand out to the Wishing Washer.
A gloved hand reached up and took Ethan's, though he might end up finding that the glove was sticky from the juice that had been thrown in the Wishing Washer's face. "Oh, well, she is my Number One...."
Ada clung to her uncle, but peeked around him at the Wishing Washer.
The minstrel was watching the Wishing Washer. That whole situation had been rather odd to him. Not to mention he probably shouldn't have interfered.
Ethan shook his head, giving a one armed shrug. "She looks up to you, you know." Ethan wasn't sure if that was a gentle threat or something else. This "hero" didn't cut it in his book. She couldn't possibly be real and he didn't want his niece getting hurt. "You alright, now" No concussions or anything?"
"No, I'm fine. Thank you." A nod and a smile was offered by the Wishing Washer to little Adalia.
Soerl was waiting. The minstrel had a few things to say to the Wishing Washer (or her mild-mannered alter ego, at least), but he wouldn't interfere.
Ethan nodded and sighed. "Well, I hope you catch your crook. That new window cost us a fortune." Ethan waved lazily at the Wishing Washer before heading towards the door. "Come on, Ada..."
Ada scampered off after her Uncle, she and Pippi giggling wildly.
It's the minstrel's turn to give the Wishing Washer a "look". Soerl continues to keep quiet though. He looks for his former mug of ale, but his gust of wind had apparently blown the mug behind the bar.
It seemed like the ordeal was, for the most part, over. Perhaps the Inn was safe again? In lieu of that, the Wishing Washer let out a bit of a long, uncharacteristic sigh, before righting all of the things she'd knocked down.
"Everything all right, hero?" Soerl dropped down to the floor and moved over to where the Wishing Washer was.
When it seems like she was finished picking up her mess, she finally stopped and looked at Soerl. "For the moment, citizen." She couldn't exactly say what she wanted, could she" So, she used something code-like: "Well, I'm off to patrol the Market. Stay safe, Rhy'Dinians!" And then she headed for the door of the Inn.
Soerl wondered what to do with the bag that's on the floor. He made a face, then lifted the bag and slung it across his shoulder. He headed for the door as well.
((This is edited heavily from public play, with permission.))