KOF 2019 - KOF: A Night At The Opera[Toggle Names]
Description: Two blonde fighters investigate an opera house said to be a base of operations for the Southtown Syndicate; except they are both using the same alias. After some clearing up, Cody and Terry team up to fight Syndicate goons and leave a message: they will be coming for them.
It takes a lot for Terry Bogard to now wear his signature outfit somewhere. The fact that he had to actually borrow this penguin suit from one of the tailors in Southtown should be enough to explain how much he doesn't particularly like or even care about formal attire. His hair is down, which looks even weirder on him, since he's not rocking his signature trucker cap. It's all very... ugh, Andy.
There's a reason for this madness, though, and that reason is the Opera. He's here to find out what's going down in Metro City... with the Southtown Syndicate. His SWORN enemies will not be allowed to just run amok all over the world. Not while he still has a breath in his body. He waits in line, fingers clenched around an Opera Ticket that doesn't actually belong to him but he's pretty sure the white out can't be seen.
Now all he has to do is wait to be checked in. Then he can get his Detective Punchatchu on.
Normally the Syndicate has little presence in Metro City aside from some loosely affiliated dealers, but rumors of them stepping up their game in the city has led the (in)famous Cody to leave his imprisonment (again) to take a look for himself. Just to see if there's any good fights, he tells himself. Of course, strolling into a fancy opera house in full prison getup would make things difficult, so the street hero has opted to 'acquire' (steal) a tuxedo of his own and persuade a contact or two on the streets to hook him up with a fake ticket.
Now he's in line, just ahead of Terry but not recognizing him, looking fairly cleaned up for once. His hair is even slicked back. Not the sort of look he usually goes for, but it should be enough to fool a bunch of rich folk. He hands in his ticket. "Mr. Theodore Pewtersmith, thank you," says the ticket taker.
Terry moves up and hands over his own ticket. He has no idea what it actually says because this was part of his favors asked. He just knows he's supposed to hand over the ticket and get himself inside and after that he's on his own.
"Ah, thank you. Mr..." There's a pause for dramatic sakes from the ticket taker. "... Theodore Pewtersmith?"
Terry just stands firm, taller and even offers a big grin that should win him most arguments when he realizes that things may be going badly here in a couple seconds.
His eyes cut over to Cody Pewtersmith but they don't linger. He's too busy trying to look like the /Real/ Theodore Pewtersmith. Uh, if there even /is/ one.
Cody hears the name just as he's about to walk into the opera house seating area, pausing to turn and regard the OTHER Theodore Pewtersmith that happens to be in the very same area. (Shit), he thinks. He sizes Terry up with a nonchalant, even sleepy, expression. "...that's funny, two guys with the exact same name, ain't it?" he remarks. He puts his hands in his pockets. "Thing is though, I was here first, pal."
"True, true." Terry Pewtersmith remarks but he too puts his hands in his pockets. "But I have to go on record and say that..." Terry's eyes move from Cody and over to the ticket taker because he's hoping to resolve this in a manner that doesn't particular involve making a scene.
"... sometimes they get us confused, brother." Terry flashes a grin. "I'm Teddy. He's Theo. We're both Pewtersmith."
Terry reaches out to point out the mistake on the clipboard of registered names... with a hundred dollar bill and then steps back from the table.
"We're good, right?" Terry has no idea what is happening with all this mistaken identity but if he can just get them inside, they can figure this out later.
The ticket taker looks at the hundred dollar bill, and the register, then shrugs. "Very well, you two enjoy the show."
Cody takes his hands out of his pockets, seemingly relaxing a little after Terry opts for the non-hostile route. "...sure, 'bro'," he says. He walks into the opera house proper. "I almost expected you to fight me for it," he says. "Maybe hoping for it."
Terry moves along to walk alongside Cody. "Yeah. I thought about it but there's a few other people I'd rather punch right now than you." Terry quips as they head inside. To which he really doesn't feel comfortable because Opera Houses are so not his scene. Not at all.
"By the way, you owe me fifty bucks for that save back there. You don't pay up, maybe you'll get that fight, after all." It's not like Terry has piles of money stashed in a duffle bag that he can just use whenever. He's a hobo! He must get paid back!
"So. I know this isn't my scene. And I'm pretty sure this ain't your scene. I'm gonna' go out on a limb and guess we're here for the same reason..."
"The Syndicate," Cody replies. "Yeah. Heard they had some kind of involvement in this place. Hidden base? Tax dump? Meeting grounds? I got no clue, but I figured I'd find something out anyway. Bad enough this city has Mad Gear remnants, it doesn't need some other group muscling in." Cody pauses as he looks around the ground floor seating area, with the balcony seats up above them. "...really though, I just wanna see if they got anyone worth fighting."
"Fair enough. I barely want the Syndicate in my town. I don't exactly dig them broadening their horizons. So... good to know we're on the same team." Terry takes a gander around. "I don't know what this place is. Or what they're doing here or with it. But whatever it is, I'm gonna' stop it and them. And hopefully, I'll get to crack some skulls while doing it."
"Are we callin' a Truce on Punching Each Other until we Punch The Syndicate?"
Cody seems to be still considering his option for a spur of the moment fight. But eventually he shrugs, hands in his pockets. It is evident he is not used to wearing anything like a tuxedo, as he also undoes the bowtie and lets it hang loose around his neck. "Sure. But now what? Gotta be straight with you, I didn't come here with an actual plan."
The tuxedo is not exactly the most comfortable for Terry either. He reaches for the sleeves of the jacket and tugs and pulls to rip them off. His own bowtie stays on because that makes for a funnier visual but at least his arms are free for more movement. And also to show off Bogard muscles.
"Me either." Terry turns a corner but is walking backwards to keep talking to Cody. "Guys like us work better without a plan anyway, right?"
Terry has no idea that he's walking backwards down a corridor that's leading to about twenty armed Opera Security Operatives. They don't look too happy to see the 'Pewtersmith Brothers'.
"I say we just poke around, see what we can find and then get outta' here."
Cody walks, and when he sees the security guards, starts to crack his knuckles. "Sure, sure. Hope whoever is running this place is willing to throw down. I'm already bored and the opera ain't even started yet."
Terry stops when he sees Cody cracking his knuckles. "I made the wrong right turn, didn't I?"
Terry doesn't even wait for a response before he turns around to see the security goons. He just takes a couple steps back to stand alongside Cody. He needs a second to put his gloves on. "So uh... this is about to happen. Whoever knocks out the most guys buys lunch?" Terry asks Cody while securing his father's gloves onto his hands.
Those Security Goons have already started rushing down the hall towards them. They don't have time for this witty banter.
"Yeah, sure," Cody replies. "Hope you can keep up." The first goon rushes him, but Cody is already prepared for him when he thrusts his head forward and knocks the guy over with a headbutt to the chest. He follows this by stomping on his face with his foot. A second goon gets a haymaker punch for his trouble. Cody sways back to avoid a retaliatory strike, only to knee the man in the gut and shove him over.
"And lunch doesn't count towards the fifty you already owe me!" Terry makes sure this is said as those security goons head in his direction. His first gets an elbow to the face and his second catches the bottom of his Converse dead center of his chest. As those two go down, Terry squares up on a third that's decided to go slightly airborne, snatching him out of the air and spinning to slam him into the wall.
Cody watches Terry's aerial maneuever with mild interest. This almost distracts him from another charging goon who is clutching a security baton. Looks it it'd hurt. But almost too casualy, he winds up an uppercut and punches the air with such force that it generates a miniature tornado. The goon yells in surprise and slams into the cieling tiles, crashing back down with a heavy thud.
Looking for anything nearby, Cody grabs a trash can and hurls it at another grunt, trash exploding out of the can on impact and sending it everywhere. He proceeds to grab a mop from a janitor bucket and brandishes it like a spear, twirling it around before he starts jabbing it at their foes, smacking them with both the mop end and the blunt end repeatedly.
"I never pegged you as the type to actually clean up their mess. Nice." Terry's full of quips this evening it seems. He waits for a break in the mop-poking before he rushes towards the security onslaught and opts for a slamming of his fist into the floor and the subsequent tremoring shockwave to knock these goons off their feet. "We should probably keep one conscious. For questioning. You think?"
Cody breaks the mop in half and starts beating another unfortunate soul with both halves, smacking him hard in the jaw enough to send him sprawling with another strangled cry. He drops the two halves and brushes his hair, no longer slicked back due to the action. He takes the bowtie completely off and tosses it. "Yeah, sure. I think that one in the corner is still awake. I'll let you do the honors; I ain't much of a talker when it comes to scumbags. Besides, you know these Syndicate mooks better than I do."
"Great. My partner in butt kickin' is the strong and silent type. Just what I need." Terry grabs another goon and punches him into unconsciousness before using his body to knock another goon into the wall on his way to the corner with the one that's still awake. He drops the goon in hand to the floor and crouches in front of Security Officer Woke. "Hey. So. I'm gonna' need you to remember something when you wake up. Can you do that?"
Woke fearfully nods. He really doesn't want to get punched in the face.
"Great. I need you to let your Syndicate Supervisor, whoever that is, know that Metro City's off-limits. And that Terry and Cody... Pewtersmith are coming for him. You got all that?"
Woke narrows his eyes for a second, "Pewtersmith?"
WHAM! Terry knocks their message deliverer the eff out and stands up. "You done? We should probably get out of here before they bring the whole city down on us."
Cody nods and yawns. "Sure. Man, these guys didn't even wake me up. Maybe I should get a coffee...before I head back to the pen. Hey, you ain't too bad in a fight."
"Coffee... and about seven burgers. For me. Because I won." Terry has no idea if he actually won the wager or not. He just wants free food. "If we're gonna' clean house, you're gonna' have to stay away from your Cell Sweet Cell for a while. I can promise you a whole lot of skulls to crack." Terry offers. "Besides, when all this is over, we're gonna' have to see which one of us hits harder. I'm placing my bets on me."
Cody snorts and waves a hand as he passes. "Seven burgers, sure. You're the one that owes ME lunch, by my count." He pauses, turning his head slightly. "...I'm always down for more scraps. But don't get any funny ideas; that's all I want out of this partnership, alright? No saving damsels in distress or anything like that." He pauses again. "As for that bet...I think I hit way harder. Guess I'll be seeing you around."
"Hey, same. I'm just looking for a partner in skull crackin'. We don't need to be heroes." Terry offers a bit of a salute and turns to find a different way out of the opera house. "Next time, no tuxedos!" He definitely doesn't want to have to fight people dressed up ever again. He misses his cap!
Log created on 14:20:53 06/01/2019 by Cody, and last modified on 17:32:30 06/01/2019.