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The theme park world had been kind to Kriem.

Between the games, the overpriced souvenir shops she had collected an impressive amount of plush toys and those same toys were now providing her with entertainment as she poured herself a drink.

Plush bears, cats, dogs, rabbits, and even monsters were wrestling and bouncing around, dancing and bouncing off one another.

"Such silly things." She mused as one of the bears poured her some wine.

"My babies." she accepted the wine and sipped it life was good.

...but not perfect. She had been so bored wandering around the ship exploring, so today she was reliving one of her favorite memories.

Mister Jake, a massive muscular blond haired man was giving a man in full armor the pounding of a life time, bright flashes of light and bursts of energy knocking the helpless hero around a massive abandoned stadium.

"Beautiful."

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Terry had wandered into the sensoriums to look for an empty room to use. He'd mistakenly walked into a few sessions, though that wasn't very unusual. He'd stopped to talk to a few people, while just quietly leaving others to their own sessions. He'd been planning on doing the same for this one, but once he got a good look at it, he had a hard time taking his eyes off the site he was seeing.

"What the hell!?" A voice came from a row of seats a few behind Kriem.

"Hmm?" Kriem glanced up looking at the newcomer, "Oh hello, come to see the show have you? Most people just watched the live feed but you're welcome to stay. Just don't get upset if you get hurt." She pointed casually at the stands across the field where a big hole had been blown in the seating area.

Terry might also notice the cameras hovering about and in places on the field. They were relaying the image up to the jumbo screen high in the air, and possibly elsewhere.

Terry's suit may have looked more like a villain costume, but he was still a hero. And he knew what it looked like when a villain wailed on a hero. Hell, he'd experienced it first hand. So he knew what he was seeing, but he couldn't understand why he was seeing it.

"What is this?" There was a noticeable shift in his voice from his first question. His voice got a little deeper, a little more menacing.

Kriem made a face that expressed her annoyance that he wasn't enjoying the view as much as her. "This is the day that the wonderful powerful Mister Jake liberated our people from the cruel tyranny of mankind." Or at least it would have been if not for...well that part of the memory didn't have to come till later.

"And who are you exactly?"

"Looks more like a real small-scale massacre," he responded darkly. He probably could have kept that to himself, but he had never been very good at keeping his mouth shut.

He looked at her, his mouth twisting into a scowl. "Batman," he growled.

"Hmm." she seemed to be considering the name, "Well I suppose it's better then "Oragami Cyclone" but it's no "Blue Rose."

As if someone had hit the pause button the fight stopped mid punch.

"Does it bother you to see revolution in the making? Are you going to get angry without even asking why they're fighting? That seems childish." Said the girl surrounded by dancing plush toys.

There was more of this? And the woman seemed to find the scene rather enjoyable. Terry was quickly starting to dislike her.

"Revolution's slaggin' peachy," he snapped. "What I don't like is seeing someone being beat to near death."

The girl sighed and turned back to her table to refill her drink. "They say that pain is the best teacher. And that's all Mister Jake was doing. Teaching the world a lesson."

Sipping her drink calmly she looked back, "But if your worried the man there didn't die." There was an ominous shine reflected in her lenses, "I did, but he was fine."

"You should be careful about who you say that kind of thing to," Terry said, his voice flat. But really, it took nearly all of his will power to keep himself from lashing out. The people who spouted that kind of rhetoric were so often the ones that just reveled in causing pain for their own amusement or gain. Again, he'd had first hand experience.

"Oh? You're one of the people that Stacy snatched up and brought back to life?" She could have meant it figuratively, but around here, the literal interpretation was more likely to be correct.

Hey now. This chick had to be remembering things wrong. Kotetsu hadn't lost that badly against Jake... right?

Every whack of the simulated fist against his simulated face made Kotetsu cringe a bit, even as he watched from the doorway. He didn't really want to bother Kriem if she didn't want to see him, the man who had a hand in killing Jake, but... they were crewmates now, right? That meant they should try to get along.

Or not, he added mentally, as he turned away from the digital Jake punching the digital Kotetsu in the face.

"Oi... can we watch something else for a while?" he called out. "I hate this part."

"It seems so...though I can't imagine why." She reclined in her chair and reached out to pluck a stray thread from one of her toys before looking back up at him.

"You look very tense, perhaps you'd like a drink Broodman?"

Kriem blinked looking perplexed for a moment, as if she was remembering things differently.

Slowly every plush doll stopped what they were doing and turned to fix their cold dead eyes on him

Even the Wild Tiger and Jake on the field stopped and gave Kotetsu a very flat, dry look.

"When did you get here?" She hissed leaning forward in her seat suddenly filled with a mix of anger, fear...and excitement?

"Stacy likes to mess with people like that," he said curtly. To anyone else that statement would have been just a casual way of letting people know how weird this place was. He wasn't feeling all that casual today.

"No," was really all he had to say to the offer. Not only was he not a big drinker, but he certainly didn't want to share anything with this woman.

Kotetsu's eyes darted back and forth across the simulation, very uncomfortable with the dozens of eyes now watching him.

"Ah... well I just wanted to see who was in here," he said. "I was just, uh... probably going to leave..."

Especially if those damn creepy bears didn't stop staring at him.

"Suit yourself." She turned around and the fight began again, but apparently she had lost her place because it restarted back at the beginning where the armored person was less battered. That wouldn't last long though.

"He really is beautiful when he fights." She sighed blushing slightly. "The way he moves so casual, so strong."

"Oh soon? But we're getting to the best part!"

As if just remembering what they were doing the Wild Tiger and Mister Jake fight continued jumping right to the most brutal parts.

"In front of everyone." She sighed blissfully.

"Don't you have anything less violent to watch? I think all this gory TV is going to rot your brain," Kotetsu muttered, folding his arms over his chest and affecting his best dad-voice.

That, and he was now actively ignoring the sounds of Jake pounding him senseless, an inch from death on the other side of the arena.

He pressed his lips together. "You miss him, don't you?"

Her lips pressed together tightly and her eyes narrowed as if trying to ignore him, but her mouth betrayed her, "Of course I miss him, I loved him." She was gripping her drink tightly now and the liquid inside it rippled, "I'll never understand why I had to be brought back to life and not him, after all he did for me..."

Kotetsu frowned. It had been a dumb question, really... but maybe he had trouble understanding why anybody would miss a psychotic terrorist like Jake. He'd been ready to kill thousands, hundreds of thousands of people all for his own stupid goal. He was little more than a monster in that regard, a monster who should have had to face justice again, but ended up getting himself killed instead.

But it went to show that even the most terrible criminals and violent thugs had people who cared about them.

"There must have been some reason," Kotetsu offered her, trying to be helpful. "Maybe there's something only you can do around here. Some reason why it had to be you?"

Her eyes narrowed and the lenses of her glasses gleamed wickedly for a moment.

"Perhaps it was for revenge." She offered and all the plushies began to slowly move towards Kotetsu drawing out weapons, knifes, pistols, and in one case a trident.

It was the worlds most adorable angry mob.

"Revenge?"

Kotetsu felt a nasty little shudder go down his back as the bears all turned on him, straightening up as though preparing to defend himself. "Uhhh... no, I don't think revenge is really the answer, in, um... hey could you-- not have them do that, please?"

He was asking very, very nicely.

"Why not?" She rose from her seat as plush ponies, bears, cats and dogs and some creatures that couldn't be named were moving closer and closer.

"You took away my savior, my most important person." Worse yet, between him and his partner they had forced her to crash into him. It was partly her fault!

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