Description: You thought that El Fuerte forgot about his tireless quest to find the origins of Cammy!!? Actually, he did..but that hardly matters when Cammy usurps the sanctity of his home in search for clues about the recent Lucha scandal in Metro City. See? These type of things tend to solve themselves. It is an opportunity that the Luchador uses to make peace with old enemies and plan his next move against new foes.
Cammy doesn't have very long. She knows Mr The Fuerte is a fighter, and besides, if he's guilty as sin - and he probably is, the news said so - he's not going to be caught out if he knows what she's up to. As it is she's fairly sure the luchador barely knows who she is, let alone that she's in Metro City with him.
Let alone that she's /in his apartment/.
And she's wrecking it, too. Right now she's standing on his bed in his hotel room. At least her boots are clean. She's rooted through just about everything - every drawer in the room is pulled out, every cupboard opened. She hasn't actually thrown his stuff on the floor or anything, but she's clearly rooted through everything, or is about to root through everything. Right now, she's going over his pillows. Nothing is sacred!
Doo dee doo dee doo..poor Fuerte, he's the type of guy that would be completely oblivious to the world burning around him just as long as he gets to keep his hobby.
With the scandal of luchadores getting involved with a very powerful shipment of drugs in Metro City causing the summary ban of the sport, El Fuerte had been naturally very offended. Never mind that this scandal affected him in a deep spiritual level, the fact that it was completely slander from part of a local Drug Lord just opened deep and old wounds on the luchador. For a few days, he had gone into one of his depressions like he did at the time of the World War, but after his previous SNF with Vyle where he got to show all of Metro City the awesome power that is Lucha Libre, he's in a much better mood!
The wrestler returns to his apartment after a jog, he's a professional fighter after all, he has to keep in shape for upcoming SNFs and the continuation of the Devil Tournament. He finishes his God knows how many miles it takes for someone like El Fuerte to even break a sweat and returns home, dressed in sweat pants, sweat shirt and, of course, his ever present mask. The sports clothes happen to have R. Mika's face plastered on the back too for some reason..
"/o~ Dale a tu cuerpo alegria macarena~/o" El Fuerte returns home! Gingerly opening the door to his house barely noticing that the lock has been forced, he's just busy singing to himself whilst he makes a bee line to the kitchen, apparently not aware that his place is a complete disaster now. Only until he opens the cabinets does he realize that something is clearly wrong. "...Ey!! Where's the Worcestershire sauce?!? How am I supposed to make the tamales without Worcestershire!?"
A Bee has already made a bee line for his kitchen; that was the first place she checked, in fact. All his spices have been moved around, as each one was checked for signs of Glow! And she did sort of put them back where she found them. Sort of. But to a man who knows his kitchen like the back of his hand, El Fuerte no doubt notices that Something Is Up.
And the ex-Bee herself has heard him enter of course. She hops off the bed, somehow landing on the floor silently despite her army boots, and prowls up to the kitchen, to peer around the corner at his back, where she sees none other than that hussy, Rainbow Mika.
Well, she already knows El Fuerte has no taste. Probably been seared away by the spices.
She tugs the search warrant out from it's hiding place (tucked up by one kidney under her leotard, as you ask) and brandishes it like a weapon. "It's over there. Now don't leave the kitchen, I've already searched it, but I'm not done with the rest of your apartment!" she tells him, putting on her best authoritative voice in an attempt to defuse what may be an unfortunate situation. She holds out the piece of paper. "I've got a warrant to search your place! And we can't have you tampering with any evidence.".
El Fuerte jumps! Arms up in the air like it's a robbery!
"AY!!" Spinning where he heard the voice, the luchador's eyes widen in confusion wondering who in blazes would dare enter his home if he's not in it. Is this some kind of surprise party? He doesn't remember his birthday coming up, and he doesn't see a piņata anywhere, so it can't be a surprise party! "Que!? Who!? Where!? Cuando!?" Switching back and forth from Spanish to English, the luchador spins about several times until he at last sees the familiar face of Cammy.
"Oh..." How does a luchador react when someone barges in on his home? "Seņorita Cammy! I am so glad to see you!!" Apparently...happy. "You should have told me you were coming over! I could have cooked us up a 'muy deliciosa' meal! But worry not! I am always prepared for occasions such as these! Heh! Have a seat and I'll--" He notices all the legs of his chairs are broken and pauses. "Huh...how did that happen?"
Cammy looks a little sheepish. For a split second, anyway. "Well, I had to be thorough.". Though she is a bit surprised he remembers her from that chance encounter back with Guile. Maybe he watched SNF or something. "I'm not here for a party I'm afraid, sir." she says, quite formally, and thrusts the warrant up into his face.
"You're under investigation, as are all luchadors in fact. For Glow trafficking. There is a lot of it is in this city. Lots of people up to no good here.". She gives him a frown, that says, Maybe this includes you, Mr Fuerte!
"I'll be out of your way soon though, I just need to go over your mattresses and in your wardrobe." she says airily. "If we don't find anything we'll compensate for the damage, of course.".
"Awww..no party??" El Fuerte looks positively crestfallen! He loves good parties, specially if he gets to cook the cake and then wrestle someone's face into it.
Ironically, El Fuerte happens to have a really good memory, maybe it's because his mind just has lots of room from all those recipes that he clearly forgets, or it may be because he does watch the SNF, mostly because he's an active participant in it. Somehow though he remembers Cammy, in a much deeper way that the ex-Bee might want to know, he was actually looking for her for quite some time now.
Just as he is about to continue on with his cheerful banter with the girl that decided to drop by, Cammy mentions that sour topic and his normally winsome face hardens. "Hmph! I see, you are here because of that slander." Fuerte knows that he won't be able to convince Cammy that he is being set up because the local new Drug Lord, Duke, is trying to force him out of the city so he can't continue with his random acts of vigintalism. The wrestler doesn't care though, he will deal with Duke on his own and he would actually prefer if Cammy doesn't get involved.
So he shrugs "Go ahead, I have nothing to hide." Says he as he sits the kitchen counter kicking his legs almost childishly since there's an evident lack of chairs all of the sudden. "All I ask is that you stay a moment after you finish your search. I have some things I wish to discuss with you, seņorita."
Cammy nods. Well, thats what she wanted. So when he gives her what she wants, she just wordlessly leaves him in his kitchens, and goes back into his bedroom. And gets on with trashing the place! But it's ok, it's all perfectly legal, and it's for a Good Cause.
Some time passes, as she is very thorough, before she emerges, looking a bit disappointed. "Okay Mr Fuerte, looks like I didn't find anything this time." she says, with a sigh. A dead end. "You better make sure you keep your nose clean though while in this city, if there's any Glow trafficking going on here we plan to find out about it. I've heard that maybe you're not in with them after all, but still. I had to check." she says, spreading her hands.
Then she sits down on the sofa, which isn't that trashed, and crosses her camo painted legs at the ankles delicately. "As you've been so cooperative, I suppose I can stay a moment.". Time has been saved by his meek acquiescence.
By the time that Cammy comes back from her search empty handed, El Fuerte is still seated there where she left him, but with a glass of water. Cammy should have honestly known better than the only thing she was going to find at the luchador's house would be cooking ingredients, luchador masks, weights and probably posters of Rainbow Mika strewn about. Nothing illegal there, though maybe Cammy should be wary that she didn't inhale any of his over the top spicy spices.
"Done?" El Fuerte quips with a smug smile, it's not often he gets to act like he knows something others don't, it was almost fun to see Cammy run around like a headless chicken searching for something that is not there. As he knows the truth, that being that Duke was black mailing him, he almost doesn't mind that his place got ransacked, a small price to pay to see the diligent Cammy all flustered like. "Of course I'll keep my nose clean!" He grins comically "How else would I be able to smell exquisite dishes if not with a fine sense of smell!"
Laughing still, the luchador hops off the kitchen counter gulping down water, feeling a bit thirsty after his run. "It saddens me to think that you would consider me a criminal seņorita, I'd think you know me better than that!"
The irony of that statement is not lost on Fuerte, who still remembers fighting against this very same woman so long ago, against the combined forces of China and Los Zetas. The luchador's eyes glint dangerously for a moment..he doesn't forget...
But he does forgive.
"I wanted to apologize. I was very rude to you the last couple of times we met, when I accused you of some things...I should not have jumped to conclusions, and for that I am sorry."
Cammy has, in truth, almost forgotten all of that. She's not one to nurse a grudge, either - there's just too much going on to chew over old slights from people she barely knows. Exhibition matches with Dudley, investigations in Metro City, SNF matches, she seems to spend half her life in airports or on planes.
So her blue eyes widen fractionally at the apology. "Well...". She's about to ward him off, but why be ungracious. "Thank you.". She glances up at him. "And I didn't think it /likely/ you were a criminal. I do have other sources in this city, and you were mentioned, or someone rather like you, involved in stopping an assault which was apparently drug related. And you do have a history of dislike for the Mexican cartels, if your dossier is to be believed.".
"So, no hard feelings then?" she offers, getting up off the sofa to extent him a red gloved hand. "Or is there something else?".
The problem with Cammy is just that, she /forgets/ things. She forgets things that really shouldn't be forgotten, that they should remain on the back of her mind if only so that they do not happen again. When one forgets, one does not learn, and when one does not learn, one commits the same mistakes.
El Fuerte keeps his grin, although he visibly winces when Cammy brings up the Mexican carteles almost /casually/. Images of his past assault his senses violently causing his entire body to give a slight shudder, yet he forces that grin and friendly disposition towards the EX-Killer Doll. He is resolute in his mission, he will not break.
"There is actually!" Smirks the wrestler as he gingerly reaches for that gloved hand and gives it a good shake as if Cammy was his best friend. "The truth is that, I learned from a very err..." He frowns a little, can he even call Daniel reliable? "Trustworthy source about some things about your past, seņorita Cammy."
"You say that you do not remember, and I think you are lucky, for I do you see. I remember everything." A sad smile is seen on his masked features as he leans back on the counter regarding Cammy with soft eyes "I was wondering if there was any way to convince you to stop leading a military life. Trust me when I say that it is not very healthy for you."
Cammy only knows about cartels from reading El Fuerte's file which she had emailed to her from London, so of course it was casual. Nothing to do with her, anyway, though it wasn't all that long ago, maybe it's fresh in El Fuerte's mind.
She shakes his hand, and smiles a thin, polite sort of smile. Which fades into a slightly downturned mouth when he talks about his trustworthy sources. Tilting her head, she fixes a suspicious blue gaze upon him, and frowns at him. And there it is, a leap of womens - or dolls, maybe - intuition.
"Let me guess. Your trustworthy source is that crazy detective?". She shakes her head, and reaches up to tug the beret off her head, one hand reaching inside. "I'm not abandoning my friends - they need me. And my commanders need me. Even if it is just to do staged exhibition matches for the television.". Queensbury rules does not equate to a real fight, in Cammy's book. "And besides, I swore an oath, and I take my oaths seriously. You think I'd go AWOL or something?".
She shakes her head. "You think so little of me - I don't give up my loyalties quite so easily, you know. And you think so much of that stupid detective, if it really is him! He can barely tie his own bootlaces, why do you believe him!".
The response is good, El Fuerte actually likes it. He is very accustomed to accidentally offending people, Cammy being the most prominent example of this, it looked like he couldn't say a single word, well intentioned or not, that didn't offended her. The woman had her pride though, a new pride, and though he might always consider him a wild card at best and at enemy at worst, the luchador could take heart that Cammy was on the right path now.
"Heheh! You got me!" He shrugs helplessly as Cammy deduces his trustworthy source "Normally I would simply dismiss whatever that chico loco said, but I had some proof that lead me to believe what he said was true." He sighs, shaking his head. "No, I would not try to dissuade you now that I hear you have friends. This is what will protect you...guide you..in your new path."
Cammy is lucky, she'll never remember the atrocious things she did, it is something she has over Fuerte, which is why he now aims to keep her in her blissful ignorance. If he has to pretend to be an idiot in the process and earn her contempt? So be it.
"You don't like me very much." He grins. "But even so, if you ever need assistance, do not hesitate to call for my help! I consider you my amiga!" Besides he'll rather die than see Cammy get abducted by Shadaloo again, it's not something he can ever allow in good conscience. No one deserves to go through what she did. Those words that Daniel said...still ring in his head.
"I don't mind you." Cammy says mildly. "You were a little, um, demanding? before, but I think it was Captain Guile who was the offended person, more than I.". Now she's rooted around in her beret for a bit, she pulls out a card, a business card of sorts. When you have no pockets, you find inventive ways to stash this sort of thing. "Such an impractical uniform..." she mutters quietly to herself, as she puts the beret back on her head again, and runs a hand over her braids, straightening them.
She lays the card on his kitchen counter. "I'm glad to hear it." she says politely, though what she's thinking is perhaps best left unsaid. Something less complimentary, probably. "If you need to contact me, um, amigo, I have my email on the card. If you find anything out about the Glow, then truly, don't hesitate to contact me; as I'm sure you know there's nothing good about the Glow trade, and Delta Red are eager to have a hand in ending it in this city.".
She offers him a pleasant smile, before turning and making her way out. "Oh... sorry about the mess." she says by way of finishing. "I'll have some compensation sent to you as well for the damage done!".
And with that, she's off.
It's about the response El Fuerte would expect. Defensive, not very committed, always wary that El Fuerte might try to double cross her. How could anyone not trust a face like his is beyond him! Never mind that he wears a mask all the time.
However, the wrestler is quite used to this, and he has made up his mind. He'll keep the facade even if Cammy hates him for it, better than he just hates him than the whole world.
One good thing does come of this however. She actually gives him her card! And as she briskly leaves, the luchador tentatively reaches for it whilst he is left alone on his trashed apartment.
He grins as he reads it. It's an evil smile.
"You're going down, Duke."
So swears, El Fuerte Luchador.
Log created on 17:45:03 05/10/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 20:38:18 05/10/2012.