Description: El Fuerte meets Mignon in Metro City. There's some plot in there....somewhere.
Downtown Metro City. 1:30 PM.
It was a clear summer day in Metro City. With the lunch rush coming to the end, the crowds down 3rd street were still thick, enjoying the vendors and coffee chops of downtown. It was a peaceful day, free of the criminal nightlife that was filling the city, but still far from the chaos of Sunshine City. No, the citizens of Metro City were more than grateful for this harmony, this serenity.
But then the noise comes.
*SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*
The strange, squeaking sound penetrates the city, the traffic on the street begins to slow to a crawl. Bystanders begin to stop, and stare confusingly at the creature walking down the street. Man, woman, and child just stare, more and more breaking from their daily commute to simply look at the strange -thing- that was walking down the street. Every step bringing out that terrible, alien noise.
*SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*
A scream breaks out from the crowd. A baby begins to cry. Terrified mutterings break out, a path clearing for the creature tearing through the innocence of the city. The onlookers gawk at the terror that had befallen their city. Recoiling in disgust, wishing so hard to look away, but unable to turn.
*SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*
"WOWWIE WOW WOW!!!~"
The pink-haired, pink-eyed, pink-garbed teenage girl skips down the street, looking in AWE at the buildings of downtown Metro City. Around her neck is a digital camera hanging from a string. But the pink^3 girl does not let it dangle long: Oblivious to the shorted gaze of the crowd, she swiftly just takes pictures. The plane was a bit late, and it cost a bit of money, it was worth it! And then, the voice breaks out. The high-pitched, child-like tone of the young girl cuts like a knife through the air. Just short of peeling the paint of nearby signs. And that voice shoots through the air. Breaking through for all to see.
"This so cool!~"
Talking to no one, the girl just babbles on as she walks down the sidewalk. "Mignon knew that going to Metro City was going to be dangerous, but this is amazing! Mignon is going to explore the city first, before finding all those gangs! Mignon was late to the tournaments, but Mignon will find that Bobo, and beat his head in, and save Metro City!" Taking more pictures, she just sing-songs, capturing every person, every moment, every building with the frenzy of pictures.
All as her big goofy shoes continues to squeak.
*SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*
Just when you think that this poor city has suffered enough.
Is Metro City cursed!? What is it about this city that brings only the worst, the most despicable, the most loathsome, the most UTTERLY HORRIFYING of creatures to its midst? The sorrow filled citizens cannot possibly withstand such terrifying onslaught. Not all that kills you makes you stronger, after the debilitating plagues of the Mad Gear, Duke and The Syndicate, the denizens of Metro Citizen are ill prepared to handle such a pink menace, traumatized beyond belief by the atrocities of the streets, not even the toughest, most hardened Metro City veteran is going to be able to contend with..
The cuteness..
The pinkness..
The air headedness..
The...The..
The squeaking!!
As the people free in terror, they wonder if even their beloved major Mike Haggar could save them now. Is there any amount of power that can protect them now? After losing all hope of salvation it seems that those uncaring, vengeful deities that look down upon them with disdain feel they need to suffer even more and now send yet another curse on them. This one even more terrifying that all the rest. Truly, falling prey to Mad Gear or any criminal associated with them would be a /mercy/ in comparison to this. Surely, everything is lost now, for who in the right mind would be able to confront such madness?
Who could possibly be insane enough to even try and enter that overwhelmingly powerful field of pink death!?
"Que?" El Fuerte looks up from his open air stove when he hears those squeaking noises coming his way. The luchador is currently dressed with his ever present mask but also with a chef hat and an apron as he stands behind a the hastily made taco stand, Walk-o Taco 2. Since his search for Duke has so far come up empty handed, the tecnico decided to bring the fight to him by posing as a harmless taco vendor in hopes that it will lure some thugs into attacking him and then beat them mercilessly. This hasn't worked very well so far for some reason, ever since he started working at the Walk-o Taco people just seem to be...steering clear of what he cooks. It's the strangest thing, he can't understand why! But hey! As he spots a certain pink haired girl approaching he instantly pegs her for an air headed tourist, she wouldn't know better.
If El Fuerte can start attracting some costumers then maybe it'll attract more Mad Gear thugs.
And so he waves at Mignon with his spatula, blissfully unaware on what kind of trouble he's getting into. "Buenas Tardes amiga!" He greets her. "Can I interest you in some fancy south of the border cuisine?"
Peg her as an air-headed tourist?
Why, you would be absolutely right.
As El Fuerte calls her attention, Mignon tilts her head, looking at the masked wrestler with big, wide eyes. "Nyu?~" She squeaks, Head tilting like a CURIOUS KITTY, she looks at the Walk-O Taco 2 stand. Wait. A WALK-O TACO?! "HAHAHAAHA!" She suddenly bursts out laughing. She was absolutely OVERJOYED by how hilarious the pun was. Except, uh, she might not have been able to seen any sign that it was called a Walk-O Taco. And then, skipping merrily to the stand, a squeak with every bounce, she finally pipes up.
"Wow! A real Mexican! Just like the ones on TV!"
Mignon takes a flurry of pictures of El Fuerte and the stand. "Bono Tardas Amiga too!" She titters. "I can speak Mexican too! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She giggles, eyeing the food. "I have never had fancy southern food! Is this like Taco Bell! I saw a Taco Bell on the way here! Oh! Oh!" She suddenly bursts out, gripping her camera as she goes to her knees. Looking under the stand, she seems to be trying to find something. "Where is your dog!?"
"You know, the adorable little mexican puppy that likes tacos!"
Alright! Maybe El Fuerte's insanity is no match for Mignon.
But is there really any shame in that? Is there really?
Wide brown eyes stare at the pink haired menace when she suddenly starts laughing for no apparent reason. The cooking luchador is positively baffled, he couldn't possibly fathom what was so funny about his stand until he looks up to see the Walk-O Taco 2 sign that is indeed there. He guesses it is pretty funny! As far as puns go anyway (Curse them all to the abyss) and at least this reaction from the girl confirms his fears that she is indeed a clue less tourist. If you know, the pink hair, squeaky shoes and tendency to take pictures of everything at all times didn't make it blatantly obvious.
"Heh heh..yeah..AGH!" Suddenly he is assaulted by a barrage of camera flashes forcing him to cover his eyes. Dazed and unsure if this was a good idea, the wrestler peeks from behind his arms at the crazed tourist when she loudly proclaims that he is indeed a Mexican like the ones the show in TV...
Well, it's unfortunate, but El Fuerte does happen to be people first experience with Latinos. Now Mignon will surely think that all Mexicans wear luchador masks and work at taco stands.
Wincing at the butchering of the Spanish language, El Fuerte is about to correct her when Mignon /DARES/ to compare his fine dishes with the filth they serve at Taco Bell. Forget about a berserker button at this point, Mignon is mashing every button in El Fuerte's Berserker KEYBOARD at this point.
Wow, one minute into the scene and El Fuerte already wants to kill her. This has got to be a new record somewhere.
"Of course it isn't!" While it is quite obviously a wasted effort, the luchador cannot excuse ignorance to be an excuse for not knowing the difference between authentic Mexican food and...ugh...Taco Bell.. "My food is nothing like Taco Bell! Such trash cannot compare to the exquisite taste that my delicacies will bring to your taste buds! Prepare to be dazzled by the incredible zest of my fajitas, quesadillas and guaraches! All cooked with the finest ingredients that--ey! Get out of there!" The luchador looks over the counter when Mignon drops to her knees to look at his wrestling boots.
"You mean a Chihahua? No..I don't have a dog! Muchacha loca!"
He sighs sounding exasperated. "Are you going to buy something or not?" Boy this girl sure is a pain in the neck. But he's starting to give him some ideas.
"How long have you been in the city anyway, chica? You're clearly not from around here."
"Wow, it is even better than TACO BELL!?"
Mignon, for all her... special issues, was VERY sincere when she stands back up. "Taco Bell is really good! But if your food is better, it is REALLY really good!" Mignon's face was one of utter innocence of whatever El Fuerte could cook up. "Okay!" She exclaims brightly. She begins to draw out her little pink purse, drawing out a $20 bill.
"I want real Mexican Food! I want you to cook up your bestest dish!"
And the crowd breathes a sigh of relief. Suicide was obviously not a the answer. It was the question. And at this moment, the audience believed that the answer was actually 'yes' for the pink^3 girl. As she places the bill on the edge of the stand, she continues to babble on. "I just came in today! I am so excited! I heard there was a dragon tournament here in Metro City! And bad mean gangs! Mignon is all about saving people, you know. She is a hero girl! She saves so many people! She does that as a witch you know!" Mignon suddenly turns bright red. "Oh no! Mignon forgot!" And then, Mignon curtsies, bowing down slightly, before rising up, Looking him in the eyes.
"My name is Mignon!"
"I sort of figured."
El Fuerte is a tecnico, he is supposed to be a good guy, accepting of all sort of 'quirks' people might have. It's not the outside that counts but the inside and all that jazz, what sort of luchador would he be if he wasn't a little quirky himself right?
But even he has a limit to his patience and after repeating her name over and over again, the wrestler's eyes began to narrow deeper and deeper at the pink haired abomination until she introduced herself with a curtsy. Gods, what an irritating little creature!!
And then he smiles.
"A pleasure to meet you amiga, I am called El Fuerte!" Although it is true that the Masked Mexican does indeed have a limit to his patience, that limit has not been reached. Not yet anyway, it's /close/ very close, but he thinks he can endure a few more rounds with the ditzy girl until he flips his lid. Besides, even if she is a total bimbo, the girl seem sincere in her wishes to learn more both about Mexican food and the troubles that plague Metro city.
El Fuerte is digging at the bottom of the barrel here people, do you see to what extent he's willing to go to face Duke and his cronies!? He's considering making /Mignon/ his ally!
Tenacity, thine name is Fuerte
Besides the girl seems to be loaded as she places a whole 20 bucks on the counter, easily the biggest earning Fuerte has made in the whole week...combined. "Chica! If you think that Taco Bell is any good, prepare yourself to get completely blown out of the water!!" Literally in this case as it's likely (hopefully) that Mignon will explode after eating anything he can make.
"One dish of spicy Mole a la Tamaulipeca coming right up!" The dish only costs six bucks, El Fuerte ain't trying to exhort people here, that's for the gangs to do, and he gives the plucky girl her change. As he begins to put beans, chili, peppers, mayonnaise, pickles, mustard, ketchup, chicken and guacamole all in a... uh...blender?? The tecnico peers curiously at the girl, intrigued by her obliviousness to everything around her yet at the same time having important information pertaining his situation.
"You call yourself a hero and a witch." He stares at her pink eyes "But are you any good at fighting?"
"Of course Mignon is good at fighting!"
Mignon puffs her chest out, inflating herself up like an internet deviantart account. Of course Mignon knew how to fight. In a very, very technical sense: She was not a powerful fighter in any sense. But Mignon had lots of heart! And
"And it is nice to meet you Mr. Fuerte!"
Mignon was smiling so warmly. "What is a Mole Tamaulipeca? What does it mean? And why is there change? Is everything in America not worth $20? I met some nice men who helped Mignon with her bags! They only cost $20! And Mignon will have the bags delivered to her hotel room! Though Mignon doesn't have a hotel room yet! Mignon will wait until the last moment to get one!" Mignon looked so proud of herself.
Such a frugal spender!
Gazing in awe at the blending mixture, Mignon seems unaware of what happens when they come together. "Wowwie! You cook like Mignon! Mignon has so much imagination when it comes to food! Can you make it into a cake! Mignon likes sweets!" Putting the change in her purse, she keeps the whirlwind of thoughts. "Is it made of moles? Mignon likes moles! Mignon's favorite movie is Thumblelina! Did you ever watch Thumblelina! It has a beetle that sings! And a funny frog clown! Mignon likes clowns! Are you a clown? You wear a mask like a clown!" Mignon gasps.
"Are you a magical cooking Mexican clown wizard?"
"I'm not a clown!" El Fuerte immediately shoots back, as Mignon presses yet another one of his berserker buttons.
"But I am a wizard!"
"A wizard of wrestling that is!" Even whilst mid cooking El Fuerte is skilled (or careless) enough to strike a pose while the contents of his blender start overflowing. "Seeing as you are unaware of Latino culture, you probably do not know what it stands for. I am a Luchador! A warrior of justice and ricas enchiladas!"
But no manner of showboating will ever be able to silence the chaotic storm that is Mignon, the Mexican Hurricane has no chance in hell to stop a natural disaster of that magnitude, so he's not even going to try and keep to her level. Rather than press on with his antics, El Fuerte just stares in confusion at the pink haired girl as she relates her many adventures in her short stance in the city.
"Ayayay..." He scratches the back of his head. "Looks like you just fell victim of some Metro City hospitality." The wrestler thinks better of trying to use play on words with someone like Mignon. "And by that, I mean you just robbed amiga!"
But before such a thought could even register in Mignon's non existent mind, the whirlwind of crazed ideas assaults Fuerte and he does his best to keep his calm in the storm. Most of the questions coming from Mignon's machine gun like mouth are lost in the masked wrestler. "It's pronounced molé" He says exasperated. "I prefer Nacho Libre myself as a movie." "I /can/ make it into a tres leches cake but that'll cost extra and..and..."
El Fuerte is fast, he really is.
But he's not /that/ fast!
"SLOW DOWN!!" Looks like the wrestler has finally met his match as he is unable to keep up with that kind of speed. "Santo guacamole, no wonder you like sweets, it's the only way you can keep that level of energy."
Although he is rather annoyed, the wrestler is actually quite impressed by this display of youthful exuberance. "I like your style! Listen amiga, if you're serious about cleaning the streets of this streets, then perhaps we can work together on that. You and I seem to have the same goals." El Fuerte has clearly noooo idea who's dealing with.
"Here." El Fuerte slides a dish of the sickly goop that he calls Mole Tamaulipeco and a glass of soda (which she's probably going to need) "A complementary drink as a sign of good will."
Wait a minute, she was ROBBED?!
Mignon GASPS, head trembling with outraged. "Mignon has just been ROBBED!?!" She huffs, eyes wide in outrage. "How DARE you ROB MIGNON! Mignon just gave you money, and you TOOK it from her! Mignon is VERY MAD! OOOOOOH! SHE IS SO ANGRY!" She suddenly points a finger into the air. "By my WITCHLY POWERS, I will VOW to BRING you to JUSTICE for ROBBING MIGNON SO-"
And suddenly, the plate is tossed down before her.
Mignon stares hard at the food. Her brow furrowed. You could hear the gears in her head struggling to turn. Until finally, she bursts out giggling. "OOOOOOH! Mignon was not ROBBED at ALL! You were playing a funny trick on Mignon! HAHAHAHAH!" Mignon laughs so loudly. Looking at the dish again, her eyes are so wide. "Wow! It looks so creative! I hope it tastes good!" Mignon suddenly takes a fork, and with blinding speed, swiftly scarfs it down within seconds. Any spiciness that the dish may have does not have time to take effect, she is almost inhaling it down. "OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!" Was the sounds.
And then, she pauses.
"Wow! This tastes pretty good!" She brightly perks up. "And a soda! Wowwie! Mexicans are some of the nicest people on the planet!" She exclaims with utter convinction. Slurping the soda, she continues to smile briskly. "Well, Mignon would be happy to help you fight crime and bring justice! What does Mignon need to-" Mignon suddenly pauses. The smile fades. A deep rumble is heard. She looks down at her stomach, her head tilting to the side.
"Why does Mignon's tummy feel like it is full of hot mittens?"
Wait what?
Just because El Fuerte wears a mask doesn't mean he's a bandit. Surprisingly, people have made this mistake before.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." It takes a moment for the wrestler to register why is Mignon complaining about exactly. It's understandable that she would be mortified about being robbed, but El Fuerte had absolutely no clue that she was going to direct her anger towards him! "Eh!?" Taken back by Mignon's insane troll logic, the luchador takes a step back from the counter just after he served his delicious dish to avoid any wilds swings that the girl might throw at him. The girl does look harmless, but you can never be too careful, in particular when in Metro City as any random person could turn out to be a brutal fighter that relies on huge fireballs rather than fists. The luchador gives a weak smile when Mignon starts fuming, he figures out quickly the misunderstanding and tries to explain before things get out of hand, he cares not for his safety, he can take the heat, but if the Taco stand gets destroyed one more time.....
"No! Muchacha loca! That is not what I meant, the people that robbed you are--wait! WAIT!!" El Fuerte just about puts his body between Mignon at the taco stand, trying to protect the food as best he can. Fortunately, Mignon's gnat like attention span works on his favor this time as she gets distracted by the food and starts to wolf it down. No doubt the people all around them are staring in shock at what transpires before their eyes. It looks like not even Fuerte's food can affect the indomitable Mignon.
She even goes as far as to compliment him!
"It does??" He blinks a few times "I mean, OF COURSE IT DOES! There is no food that can compare to my exquisite Latin American delicacies!" The Luchador laughs, Mignon is about the first costumer that doesn't immediately fall to their side and clutches their stomach begging for death, even after only one bite. A fellow fighter of Justice AND she likes his food? This couldn't possibly be better.
"I believe that we were destined to meet señorita Mignon. Though we've just met I feel as though are paths converge! The spirits of lucha have surely sent you so that we, together, once and for all, put an end to the cruel grip the criminals have on this city. Just like my predecessor Mike Haggard!!"
Then comes the stomach grumbling, a fact that does not go unnoticed by El Fuerte.
"Oh that..that's just umm...THE BURNING FIRES OF JUSTICE GROWING IN YOUR BELLY!"
And just to distract Mignon further away from her incoming food poisoning, he slides her another heaping helping portion of his crime against nature that he calls food. "Here! Have another dish! On the house!"
Mignon's tummy was really starting to burn!
"Ooooh." Mignon moans a bit, looking at the fresh plate of food. "But the food is on the counter..." But Mignon eventually figures out that this was more free food. Mignon looks at the food skeptically, just in time for her stomach to groan again. "Ooooh. Mignon doesn't know if more food is a good idea..." Her stomach groans in relief. Mignon thinks hard. "Unless... Mignon knows why her stomach is growling."
"She must be hungry!"
Mignon's stomach suddenly does a flat groan in outrage, before rumbling in a panicked manner. Mignon takes the plate, inhaling the food. The stomach stops growling in desperation, drowning in the horrible food. Mignon smiles. "Wowwie Wow wow! So are Luchas actually witches? Mignon is a witch! Mignon learned how to do witchcraft from her Grandmama! Where can Mignon go to fight those mean gangsters lead by Bobo!?"
Mignon begins to turn bright green, though her smile doesn't fade.
Clearly, Mignon's brain is actually in her stomach. That's why she acts the way she does.
"Yes, yes! Of course! You must be pretty hungry after your travels from wherever it was that you came from, señorita Mignon. Please, help yourself to as much food as you want, my cart is now at your disposal!" Fuerte doesn't seem to know why, but people are never in a very talkative mood after ingesting anything he cooks. As previously stated, it usually just takes one bite before they are down on the ground with one foot on the grave. This is why he gets over Mignon air headed nature and is endeared by the plucky pink haired girl.
She has excellent taste in food!
As Mignon does the daft thing of eating another helping of what may very well be the most corrosive acid known to mankind. El Fuerte ponders the girl's confession of being a witch. "Hmm..." Normal folk would react a bit apprehensive about practitioners of the dark arts, in particular Fuerte who is quite superstitious. However, he knows for a fact that not all witches are evil due to previous encounters with the type, like a certain Miss. Delphine. "Intriguing, do you know of a Naerose? She is a witch too and reminds me a bit of you, perhaps you two are from the same coven?" Fuerte chuckles slightly as the gullible Mignon thinks he meant that bit of him being a wizard, he'll have to tread carefully with this one lest she confuses her too much. "I am merely a magician of wrestling, chica. My powers lay only in the arts of grappling and cooking, I cannot bend the elements to my will as I am sure your kind can."
Excellent, yet another ally against the loathsome forces of Duke, it won't be too long until he can bring that jerk down. Never mind that Mignon looks like the most incompetent person ever, he has planned out an excellent use for her quirkiness in the battle against the criminal scum of Metro City, don't you worry, if there's something admirable about El Fuerte is that he is at his most comfortable in chaos.
"I will lead you to them soon, amiga. I guess can I close up shop early and start making rounds, just tell me when you are ready and we can take the fight to them."
Right now though? The only place where Mignon seems like she needs to be is at a bathroom.
Or at a radiation recovery ward.
"You okay there chica? You're looking a bit green! Is that another witch trick?"
Technically, it may be that her stomach is smarter than her brain.
Mignon tilts her head, face still green. "What is a Naerose? It is like a rose you where on your nay?" Mignon however is a lady, so she listens to El Fuerte. Her stomach, for the moment, was silent, still stunned at the fact that she tried a second plate. When El Fuerte describes Mignon, her eyes go wide. "There is another witch in Metro City!?" Mignon seems absolutely ECTASTIC at the prospects at another witch.
But then, the joy stops cold.
The green turns into a shade of bright red as the rumbling begins in the stomach again. And simply does not stop. Mignon looks down at her stomach, mouth open. "Uh oh..." She begins as the rumbling suddenly causes her stomach to visibly shudder, and suddenly, go limp. Mignon tilts her head. "Well that feel funn-"
And suddenly, it happens.
Mignon falls to the ground, curled over. The rumbling returns again, this time slowly going DOWN. Mignon was covering her mouth now, tears forming in her eyes. "Oh no! Mignon feels so SICK! How could this have happen!?" Mignon pleads, uncertain how she could have gotten so ill. "No oh no! Mignon is about to do something VERY unlady like! Please Mr. Dora, f-f-f-orgive Mignon!" Stumbling forward, she gets closer, closer to El Fuerte's boots. Until finally, in one last finally roar of pain from her stomach.
Mignon vomits right towards his boots.
Aaaand there it is. The reaction all his costumers get.
Granted, Mignon does a remarkably good job at keeping a straight face while her insides are ravished mercilessly by Montezuma's revenge. No, screw that, Montezuma's got nothing on this, it's the revenge of the entire Aztec civilization and all the outlying tribes.
Even then, El Fuerte stays cool and keeps the conversation going. One thing is that he knows how to cut his losses and act like nothing is wrong so as to not attract even more bad attention.
"I would not guarantee running into her any time soon, señorita Mignon. She is a very secretive individual, very elusive, I have not heard of her in many months." Although he is all calm and collected, Fuerte is already reaching for a few essential things from behind the counter. Because he's so used to his costumers reacting in such a manner, he knows exactly what to do to minimize damage.
First, as Mignon hits the ground knees first, El Fuerte puts up a CLOSED sign. As he will be closing the establishment far earlier than expected.
Second, when Mignon announces she is about to do a very unlady like think, El Fuerte knows perfectly well what is coming and pulls out his secret weapon.
A bucket.
"It's okay." Sighs the wrestler as he catches most all of Mignon's vomit in his handy dandy bucket, idly thinking what could have gone in his recipe. "I think it may have needed more salt. Or maybe even some baking soda, that much salsa may taste good but it is clear few stomachs can handle such zest."
Or maybe it's the fact that human stomachs are not meant to handle freaking poison!!
Fuerte waits until Mignon is finished barfing to set the bucket aside, still a little confused why the girl keeps refering to him as Dora the Explorer. But it doesn't matter now, what matters is that he has gotten another ally...oh and maybe check on Mignon's vital signs too, he guesses that is important.
"Come, let's find a place where you can recuperate and then maybe we can discuss more about the fate of this city." As Fuerte closes the taco stand and go around to lift the weakened Mignon, the people staring give dubious looks to the scene. Sure, seeing someone vomit like that at a food establishment totally ruins their reputation, but the fact that it happened to Mignon might have actually earn him some points in the eyes of the people. Mignon might have irritated a whole lot of people ever since she got here, but now it looks like she got...
....
Her just desserts.
YEAAAAAAAAAH!
In fact, there is a round of applause as Mignon begins to vomit.
Hurling into the bucket, Mignon was crying hot, wet tears as her stomach just cries along with her. Whimpering loudly, she just nod as El Fuerte continues to talk. And after interspecting on it for a moment, she finally responds.
"Oooooaaaagh."
Looking up, she musters up real words, thinking hard on the offer of lodging. "Mignon isn't supposed to go back to strangers homes. She could get kidnapped, or worse! Have her chasity placed in danger!" Mignon dry heaves for a moment, before continuing. "But Mignon knows that you are a friend of Dora, and that makes you not a stranger! And besides, Mignon really misses her stuff. So when she finds a place to stay, those nice men can finally come around and unpack them!" Mignon's endless optimism cuts through the horrible poisoning. Wearily rising up, she tries to get back on her feet, the most pressing question asked.
"Will Mignon get a mask too?"
El Fuerte is not that mean though. The people of Metro City may be merciless and Mignon may probably deserves all the bad rep that she gets, but El Fuerte is too forgiving, or perhaps he gravitates to crazy people like himself. Whatever the reason, he honestly feels sorry for the poor girl who somehow mistakes his offer to help her recuperate to take her to his house.
"Eh? I didn't mean take you to my home?" He arches an eyebrow as he lifts Mignon up, placing her arm around his shoulders to help her walk while he listens to her sad tale of getting all her things stolen without her even realizing it. "You seriously don't have a place to go?"
Alas Fuerte. What would El Santo do?
He sighs "I suppose you can stay with me. After all, mi casa es tu casa, yes?" He utterly ignores Mignon's concerns about her chastity, going to pretend he didn't even hear that, more concerned about somehow being able to carry all the ingredients of his taco stand along with supporting Mignon. He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to recover Mignon's bags, all her things have probably been sold by now, and this means that he has even a bigger reason to take the poor deluded girl in for the time being. "I'm sure Dora would approve..." El Fuerte sighs at her childishness.
Although, admittedly, he's not very mature himself as he clearly shows next.
Will Mignon be getting a mask?
"OF COURSE! I have plenty of masks that you can pick, and we can come up with a lucha name for you. Like La Tierna! It means the cute, which is what Mignon means in French."
"Pretty clever huh?"
"Wow, you can speak French too!" Mignon claps her hands feebly. She was still feeling pretty horrible. "Then Merci Beaucoup, Mr. Dora!" She chirps brightly, in suprisingly good French. Dry Heaving a second time, she finally rises up all the way, using El Fuerte for standing up. Shuddering as the poison takes secondary effect, she just smiles some more. "Things are really looking up for Mignon." And swiftly, her eyes go wide.
"Oh wow! Let me tell my sister this!"
Mignon feebly draws out her pink Hello Kitty smartphone. Quickly, her thumb leaps into action, tapping away. She loudly states reads out loud as she writes, revealing the contents of the message. "Hey Ninon! I just got into Metro City! I found a friendly Mexican at a Taco Stand! He is taking me back to his place, and getting me to wear a mask! Hopefully those nice men will give back all my luggage. XOXOXOXO! Your loving older sister!" Mignon clicks send, and looks up at El Fuerte innocently.
"Are we going to have more of your tasty food at your place, Mr. Dora?"
"Oui, de rien." El Fuerte says 'You're welcome' in surprisingly good French too.
That's the thing about the crazy ones, you never know what kind of hidden skills they may have. In the case of Mignon and Fuerte, it's linguistics.
But just as soon as Mignon display the tiniest amount of intelligence, it is quickly dashed away by her daft decision of calling her sister letting her know of her experience in Metro City, phrasing it in such a way that sounds rather questionable. "Umm.." Since Mignon read it out loud, Fuerte gets to hear the whole thing and his eyes start growing wider and wider as the messages continues. Before he realizes what's going on, the incriminating message has already been sent! "Wait!" Oh dear, this is the worst blackmail that he has ever had ever since that Duke incident with the Lucha Libre scandal.
Just gotta stay calm though, there are thousands of Mexicans in Metro City. No way Mignon's sister will be able to deduce who is she referring to, though if her sister is anything at all like Mignon then he truly has nothing to fear. Or..maybe he does, the worst thing that could happen is get a Mignon in stereo.
"I think..."
El Fuerte grumbles, cursing his own charitable nature that forces him to take this problemtic ragamuffin in.
"That we should order take out tonight."
Well, Mignon Beart was a French Name!
Mignon was smart to tell her sister. After all, if Ninon DID care a lick for her, then she might have to chase after her. On the other hand, this WAS Ninon we were talking about. And this was, in turn, Mignon we were talking about. I mean, there were some rumors that Ninon was a cruel, sadistic girl that would hurt those that bring harm to Mignon.
But those are clearly silly rumors.
"Wowwie Wow Wow? Take Out? I wanna have egg rolls!" Mignon pipes up. "And cakes! And cupcakes, which are cakes that can fit in a cup!" Mignon's eyes go wide as her lower abdomen begins to gurgle and rumble in pain. "And Chocolates! Oooh, why does Mignon feel a rumbly in her tumbly still?" The girl just shakes her head. El Fuerte may have caused this, but Mignon wouldn't know. All that would matter to the girl is that she is in a strange city, in need of assistance.
And that Mr. Dora was there to help her.
Also put her in a mask!
Log created on 21:25:28 07/05/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 23:19:59 07/07/2012.