To flamy- Nope, but close.

"Assasin?"

no, think interdimensional police...

What's that?

We kill people who break the laws of time, nature, and physics.

Uhhhhhh
*puts away my tiny stopwatch clock thing*

Oh, I see...

Hm?

You better have a license for that.

I don't even know what that means nor do I want to know what that means

Bah, whatever.

So I'm good? I have a time stop watch thingy even though that's against the law? Epic

Yes, and here
*he gave you the license to travel through time*
Don't screw up like the last guy.

*snaps the license I half* thanks for the gesture, but I'm just fine on my own

You have passed the test...

What test?
Mr Mager, is that you?

No, the test, you have proved that you are not an illegal time traveler.

How did I do that?

No more questions please.

Alright?
So I'll just get going now
*turns around a corner and gunshots are heard *

I sme-, er, see people in a gun fight.

*around the corner you hear a loud "F**K!" and running*

Somehow, the hooded man, seemingly teleported, right in front of you.

Oh hi

Do you have a reason to be running away?

Not really
Hurts more than walking or limping

Ok...

I'll be on my way now *limps away*

*you feel more weight in your pocket when you turn out your pocket, strange ointment came out

Did you put rash ointment in my pockets?

No, It healing ointment from my dimension for mortals.

Oh, I'm limping because I sprained my ankle
Also, might wanna check that alley. I think the kid is dead

I'm not an Earthling police.

Oh
Well I don't have any license for time travel or anything but I'll see ya *stops time with stopwatch *

Well, I present you
The you tried award!

Shit. *unstops time* well I don't really wanna go to jail

I'm letting you off the hook since you seemed to have misplaced or damaged you licence.

Other than the one you gave me I never had one

IK

Okay, bye *stops time again and starts walking away hoping it will stop him in his trscks*

tsk, tsk, tsk

I'm an idiot *runs*

*you start floating, and toward the hooded person

CRIMSON!
Crimson: what?
Help!
Crimson: uh
(This is what Crimson looks like)

Now there is two to "worry" about

Tracks*

Crimson: *puts duct tape over my mouth* nope. Just me.

Bah, who care?

Crimson: *pulls out a pistol*

Go ahead, Shoot me.

Crimson: who said I'd shoot you? *shoots me*

*A force field surrounds Flamy, reflecting the bullet to the ground.

*Muffled talking*
Crimson: uh, well I don't have any superpowers that I know of, so I guess I'll go with the good old Chris 1,2

Ok...

*a trash bag floats in the air, in the same direction and speed as Crimson's punch*
Crimson: what was that

HEHEHEHEH, A challenger.

Crimson: *floats a trash bag* cool I have telekinision
*muffled correcting*

Pathetic.

*his arm catches on fire*
Crimson: cool! *his other arm turns to ice* and that's not cold! Awesomeeeeeeeee!

Ok, you still are one of the most minor threats I've ever had

Crimson: shut up, let me have my moment

Fine

Crimson: thank you. *makes an ice chair* coooool *melts it and the water goes towards Flamy*
Flamy: *muffled screaming*

NO, IM PUNISHING FLAMY!

Crimson: nah, me

*The hooded figure snaps, and you have an instant seizure, but you can see.