Description: El Fuerte once more takes his acclaimed role of detective to find out who really is this Cammy White character and what are her /real/ ties to Shadaloo. In the process, he has his cooking ridiculed as well as his wrestling, but at least he has a few more clues to go by. The blow to his pride was totally worth it.
The Pao Pao Cafe has a somewhere more friendly atmosphere than Gedo Street, and there is a lack of addled hobos - albeit sharply dressed addled hobos - and so Cammy has settled in here, half expecting some other freak or weirdo to come up to her and start either trying to pick her up, threaten her or act weird, or quite possibly all three at once.
They do at least serve tea in here, so she's sipping at a cup, when not looking around with some trepidation. Waiting for something to kick off. It's really not very relaxing, but she has a kinda bad feeling for some reason... her spider sense is tingling, as it were.
Impressive how Cammy has a knack for sensing danger like a spider, when she is in fact called a bee. They're both insects anyway, aren't they? No? Well whatever. The point is that considering what is about to happen, Cammy would have most likely fared far better in Gedo street with all the punks and the young hooligans. Those at least she can fight off, but what she is about to encounter here might be too much for even her to handle. How does she intent to succeed where so many others have failed!?
As Cammy enters the door to Pao Pao Cafe, she should have really noticed the sign of a grinning Luchador saying 'Welcome our Guest Chef: El Fuerte!'
Whilst Cammy is pleasantly sipping tea on her cup, the maitre d in charge comes by to slide her a dish of...nachos and salsa "A little entree for the seņorita while she orders!" His Spanish accent is thick and from Cammy's point of view she'll clearly see he is dressed with luchador pants. Maybe she should look up to see who's serving her today before doing anything rash.
Cammy isn't really looking at the maitre d - and she's certainly not leaning over to look at his pants. No, her focus is on the rest of the cafe, especially the door. It looked peaceable enough when she came in but who knows might be stepping through that door any second.
The possibility that Evil might be lurking within the kitchens all along has not crossed her mind.
"Nachos? Oh. Thank you. But I... didn't order any nachos." she replies, looking up at the maitre d with a quizzical expression. She's never had nachos before, but they do look quite nice, she must admit. "Just the tea.". She nudges her teacup with one forefinger.
The Maitre D takes the large menu that was covering his face when he hears such a refusal. "Oh but I insist seņorita! It's on the house!" As he removes said menu, a familiar masked face is shown, revealing to be none other than El Fuerte Luchador! "Ay!!" He looks quite taken back when he sees none other than Cammy sitting there nursing a cup of tea. "It is you!" He points down but lowers his voice and looks around trying to not cause a scene. He's a guest chef here! He wouldn't want to give himself the reputation of being a troublemaker.
It is an Herculean feat for the willy wrestler, but somehow he manages to whisper and lower down so only Cammy can hear him speak. "What are you doing here?"
Cammy pales when she realises she's being served food by none other than El Fuerte, scourge of NATO. "What are /you/ doing here?" she asks in horror, having much the same reaction as him apparently. The nachos are firmly pushed away, and she takes care not to touch any of the salsa with her delicate fingers. Who knows what will happen if it comes in contact with unprotected flesh!
"What am I doing? I'm on leave. The war is over, didn't you notice? You met me last time on tour, and now I'm on leave." she asks. "I'm not eating that slop if thats what you're thinking!". And then she sighs, not too surprised in truth. "This city is just awful." she mutters, feeling sorry for herself for a moment
"I am a chef!" El Fuerte responds all too quickly as his excuse for being there. "The Pao Pao Cafe was generous enough to invite me for an evening of zesty food and lucha!" Now, before Cammy starts wondering why on earth a respectable establishment like this Cafe would hire someone like El Fuerte, she should notice that there's a group of fighters over by the corner munching on some of El Fuerte's food before stepping into the ring. Apparently, one of the side effects of eating some of El Fuerte's cooking is that it also makes you go /freaking Berserk/. He wasn't kidding when he said the soldiers at the NATO base would feel nothing but fire in their bellies; fighters exposed to the cooking start shivering as if they were freezing before howling with the hallucinogens take over and start bashing each other in a frenzy. "It's a great honor!" The wrestler continue blissfully unaware of the chaos that is going on behind him. It is a horrible sight indeed.
"Of course I know the war is over, /I/ helped stop it!" Continues he glaring now at Cammy "But I would not expect you to remember any of that consider how you continue to deny your involvement with the enemy. Oh, but you cannot fool me guera! I'm on to you!" But enough of that, El Fuerte digresses and holds the menu up. "Since you're here though, may I recommend the desserts? I make one mean cheesecake!"
It's lucky she didn't eat any, then!. "While cheesecake is very nice, I'm not eating anything you had a hand in - not even that!" Cammy tells him. "And no, I don't remember you doing anything other than poisoning soldiers. Captain Guile really was quite angry with you. Air strikes on food carts does seem a little excessive, but still.".
She frowns up at him. "Why do I keep getting hassled everywhere I go! Do you have something to do with that pink woman?". She narrows her eyes. "Or Shadaloo, maybe. I'm sure that pink woman has something to do with Shadaloo, and she's a maniac as well, just like all these other people I seem to be bumping in to in this city. Hmm. Maybe Lord Vega was more successful here than I thought; lots of Shadaloo sleeper agents everywhere maybe.".
And so it is that El Fuerte finds his first clue. "Pink woman?" He has Cammy's continued denial of her involvement with Shadaloo to be incredibly frustrating, even more so when Cammy has the gall of even insinuating he has anything to do with that despicable Shadaloo. But now that Cammy starts to open up more he starts making some progress. "I assure you I have no ties with Shadaloo." Says he pulling a chair.
"But tell me more of this Pink Woman that you speak of. It may be hard, considering that is clear you don't remember any of it, but I know what I saw, and I saw you tagging along a group of Lost Zetas! Any information I can find of Shadaloo could give me some leverage over the Cartel." He straightens up and munches on some of his nachos. "Really, don't listen to that Gringo Guile. From what I've heard his response to everything is always to nuke it! Are you sure I can't interest you in any particular dish? Maybe some tea? I can brew up some Earl Grey!"
"Sorry, but no, I don't want earl grey with jalapenos in it." Cammy tells him, with an icy look. "Or any other chillis for that matter!" she adds, knowing that El Fuerte is the sort of 'chef' who would try to get pedantic in the field of hot food. "And Captain Guile is a good man, so shush.".
"As for the pink woman... I don't know much, she showed up, ranted at me a little, and then left. She had white and pink clothes, and odd hair.". Cammy's hair is not odd at all, of course. She reaches up to her head, and makes two 'horns' with her fingers. "Like that. Oh, she did say her name actually." she remembers. "Juri Han.".
El Fuerte makes a dramatic roll of his head as he throws his arms up in the air. "Oh come oooooon! I wouldn't have put jalapeņos on the tea! That's just silly!" He crosses his arms. "I would have put habaneros, it gives the extra 'omph!' it needs!" But moving on, he shrugs his shoulders "I guess you both are military, so it cannot be helped."
The luchador leans back and scratches his chin in thought wondering who is this Juri Han that Cammy is talking about. It sounds as if she needs to be his next target for the investigation. "And where could I find this...horned woman; Juri Han?"
"I don't know!" Cammy tells him, irritated. Maybe at the suggestion that tea be desecrated so. "Habaneros, no! no chilli, no spices!". She shields her cup with a hand over it, just in case he somehow tries to slip a habenero in with sleight of hand, this one at least she knows has not been spiked as she had a sip earlier and is still alive.
"I don't know where she is or even who she is, beyond her name. She was a fighter though, I'm sure of that, I could feel something, somehow. Hang around a tournament or something, maybe she'll show up.".
The irritated look fades a little, as she casts her mind back to when she encountered Juri at the camp. "Some people are just plain evil - and I think Juri Han is one of those." she muses. "If I were you I probably wouldn't look for her too hard, it might be dangerous. I suppose I should probably file a report on her; I've not been very diligent lately I must admit.".
El Fuerte laughs! He just throws his head back and laughs openly "Please woman! Don't try to coddle me so! There is no enemy alive that I cannot lucha! If this Juri Han presents herself as a challenge, then I welcome her to try and best me in the ring where so few can!" Very full of himself for such a little man isn't he? But to his credit he is pretty buff looking.
"If this Juri Han is as evil as you say and has ties with Shadaloo then it could be possible that she was the one that attacked Texas along with Los Zetas." Yes, the puzzle is finally coming together. "Maybe...maybe she's a doppelganger! I wouldn't put it past those Shadaloo fiends to try such dirty tactics and frame someone!"
"Hmm, maybe. She didn't really look anything like me though. She has black hair, and she's Japanese, I think." Cammy tells him doubtfully. "And I feel you are being a little foolish! There won't be a ring involved with her, I'm sure of that; I think she's possibly quite dangerous and she didn't look to be the sort who fights fair.".
Anybody who takes maniacal laughter to the sort of extremes Juri did is clearly someone to avoid. "You should leave that sort of thing to the professionals.". A slight pause, and then she adds, under her breath, "Unless you manage to poison her, I suppose... maybe that'll work.".
El Fuerte grabs the note pad he was using to take orders and uses it to write Juri's descriptions. Black hair, has horns on her head, is Japanese (?), not a whole lot to go on but he will manage, a luchador always does. "Me!? Foolish!!?" Who would have thunk it? "You vastly underestimate me if you think I cannot handle one measly rudo! I have defeated Drug Carteles in the past /and/ I train with the best practitioner of Garbage Wrestling! It will take more than a few dirty tactics and cheap shots to stop the likes of me."
The he stares, right at Cammy, eyes boring on her. "Unless you're tying to protect her now, is there something else you're trying to hide? Huh? Huh!?" He should probably try to add detective to his growing list of jobs.
"I'm trying to protect /you/, you fool!" Cammy bites back, unfazed by the glare. "But go right ahead if you want to get hurt, I'm sure you will anyway.". Detective, better that than a chef. He can surely do less damage that way.
"I never even heard of garbage wrestling, it doesn't really sound very impressive to me. What's that, you fight in a rubbish tip?". Ugh, she's getting that headache again, the one Daniel caused earlier. She reaches up and massages her temples, fixing El Fuerte with a long suffering expression. "I'm really not having good leave time here. Thats two out of two headache inducing conversations I've had since I arrived in Southtown. I think I'm going to go back to my bed.". Yet Ibuki, her supposed only friend, lives near here, so she must have spent some time here before her amnesia. She finds that hard to believe.
Well that's not really El Fuerte's fault is he? The luchador has tried to be polite before, in fact he's usually very friendly, but he has his limits unfortunately. Running into a brick wall of denial like Cammy will do that to him, as will her constant mockery of the lucha arts. "Garbage Wrestling is another word for Street Fighting, they allow weapons and such, very bloody, very ruthless." Explains he suddenly trying to copy Cammy's British slang "It isn't... rubbish!"
As for the headache though. "Ey! If you're feeling ill I have a great recipe for that! Would you like to try some?" Ooh, here we go..
"No. No! No recipes!". Really, can Cammy be blamed for being surly, and getting surlier as time goes on? She's had a horrible day, and is wishing she was back at the camp with Guile and the others, where she really felt she belonged. She doesn't feel like she belongs in this city at all - that hobo guy was apparently right when he muttered something about her not being very welcome in Southtown for whatever reason. "Okay, I won't disrespect garbage wrestling then, it sounds nasty." she concedes.
But she does somewhat shakily get up from the table, a hand on the tabletop to steady her. She has to escape before the luchador somehow conspires to get her to eat something. And she really does feel quite bad. "I think some time with my cat and doing some exercise is probably a good way to finish the day.".
El Fuerte pouts, he pouts so hard. No one ever wants to eat anything he cooks unless they're trying to commit suicide or they were dared to, it's sort of disheartening to hear all these stuff. But he will press on! A luchador always persevere and tries again no matter what! "Are you sure?? It has pickles and chocolate! It'll make you forget all about that headache!" Because it'll probably give her a stomach ache more than likely.
Once Cammy gets up angrily from her chair the Luchador tries to chase after her, waving his arms. "Uhh!! If you have a cat I also cook a lot of food for animals!"
Yep, better run now Cammy, before it's too late!
Log created on 19:03:14 03/11/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 22:45:58 03/11/2012.