Brawlers Be Brawlin' {Cody}

[ferghus]

Being sent to another country in order to 'calm down' wasn't really going to work. However, Ferghus wasn't going to disobey his boss's orders, and just did as he was ordered. Perhaps this was merely a habit of his that remained from his days in the military. Heck, lots of things from those days remained. But being the stubborn bastard he is, the lion man simply walked down the streets of New York without a thought. More than likely he would just stop at a bar and get a drink before turning in for the night. Granted, it would be difficult getting in with a dog by his side, although Ferghus more or less knew how to fix that situation. Victor was going to be left outside and tied up somewhere until his owner was done.

Due to the fact that he was a strange being on this world, Ferghus did get a few stares. He ignored all of these though, and the people who stared at him didn't give the digimon a second thought afterwards. Besides, nobody in their right mind would want to mess with a giant lion man that was much stronger than a typical human from this world. Now, if it was a human from the world he came from, Ferghus may have had a challenge. He was rather tempted for some reason to fight something, although held that temptation inwards. It was fairly obvious that senselessly fighting other people would cause problems in return. No point in getting arrested, no matter where Ferghus was. That and it could possibly get him fired. Even now it was better to have some kind of job.

From what he remembered there was a bar only a couple blocks down from where he currently was. Granted, it wasn't open during the day, which was why he waited until now to go back. He also remembered that thankfully there was a bike rack (strangely enough) next to the bar that he could tie up his dog at. Of course, this was assuming nobody tried to take his fat American Alsatian. But who in their right minds would steal a fat mutt that didn't even belong to a rich guy? Ferghus growled to himself for a bit, as thinking about that kind of situation irritated him. That would just be more trouble than he needed. At this point he doubted anyone would really give the lion man any issues.

[cody]

((Gonna have Cody at said bar if that's okay))

"Ain't I gonna get any real challenges?" the crass ex con said to himself. He stuck out like a sore thumb, his striped prison jumpsuit and shackles making him almost unmissable to the patrons. Truth is, Cody had just escaped Riker's Island again and had every intention to go back. It's just the fact that he feels his skills go to waste inside those prison walls and often makes an escape only to return once he's had his fun. Still, the brawler sipped on a bottle of beer. Cody's slightly bloodied wraps showing his ill prepared escape. He'd used his ki infused fists to simply punch through the walls of the prison and simply hijacked a boat to get back to New York. Cody took a few swigs as he looked around at the various patrons. "Heh, I remember her." Cody said with a chuckle as he looked at a young woman sitting at a table on her own. She wore her extremely long hair in a bright orange tone and topped it off with a nazi officer cap. "Roxy. Heh, looks like she's all alone with Poison in the hospital after that beating. What a shame." He said to himself, swigging another gulp of beer down. There were a lot of familiar faces around, mostly Mad Gear thugs. Still, as far as Cody knew Mad Gear were dead and gone. No need to screw around with small fry if they're not getting in his way.

However, the nostalgia did always get to Cody. It was nice to see Metro in a somewhat more civilised manner after Haggar cleaned up the city and put an end to most of the crime. It still happened, sure, but they were always living in fear that Macho Mike would crash down on their operations and destroy them. In all honestly, much as he liked to project a tougher image he really did miss kicking ass and taking names with Guy and Haggar. Still, past was the past and things won't ever be the same again after the colossal fuck-up he made.

Cody finished his beer and motioned to the barkeep for another while he reminisced about old times. "You really oughtta see Kyle, you'd be proud. He just got back from Iraq, gave him a medal." the friendly barkeep said to Cody. "Yeah, that was my brother alright. He always was a righteous little bastard." He said with a chuckle, in all honesty he did care for his family but it really was a burden he really only had Kyle and he often considered Haggar the father he never had. Still, how the hell can he respect Haggar after he decided it was more important to run for president and move away to DC instead of staying in New York with his people?

A man in a pink gi broke Cody's concentration. "I heard you're a tough guy. Yeah, well you haven't fought my Saikyo Style. I'm a pretty big deal, y'know? I got my own dojo and everything. Well, come on. Get ready to fight Da-" "If ya' wanna fight let's just take it outside. You know what? Allow me." Cody said to himself, planting a foot at the chest of the pink warrior and kicking him straight out the door. "So how was that, bub?" Cody said cracking his knuckles, nodding to the barman and slowly walking to the doorframe to inspect the carnage. It turns out Cody had kicking him hard enough to send him into a dumpster head first. "I always was good at taking out the trash."

[ferghus]

He sighed at this point, as for a moment he tried to find a street sign by which he could go back home and check on his son. It was of no use though, as Ferghus soon remembered that he was not in the city that he knew. That merely made the lion man more upset, as Tomonari was gone, that much was for sure. Or at least, he knew it wouldn't easy to find the boy, if by chance that kid was on this world. Now this digimon was getting even more eager for a drink, probably something strong today. Granted, Ferghus did generally avoid getting drunk, despite how tempting it may be, but today he was wanting to take a risk. For all he knew this was getting towards a state of depression, one that the stubborn bastard would wave off as his own business. He would save this thought for now, as he turned down an alleyway towards the bar.

Oddly enough, next to the door was a bike rack that was currently empty. Why a bike rack was next to a bar, Ferghus didn't know, nor did he care to find out the reason for it to be there. He could put a good amount of use to it, namely putting his dog's leash around it so Victor didn't just run off somewhere. For once the lion man actually did something that would lessen his level of 'pissed off' later on. At this point there was no use in thinking about it. "Come over here, ya mutt...", he grumbled to his dog, who just obeyed his owner. Ferghus took the dog's leash, and tied it around one end of the bike rack. He did have a rather long leash for Victor, although whether or not the dog would take advantage of it was a different story altogether.

Stand up at his full height, the Leomon did an eyebrow raise of sorts as he heard a small crash coming from within the bar, and the door bursting open, "Hmm?" What appeared to be a man in a pink gi had flown through the doorway, and slam into the dumpster across from the bar. Whoever did that to the guy beat the living crap out of him, from what Ferghus could tell. He growled lowly to himself, since at this point he figured his blood pressure would rise to heights he would much rather not have to put up with. Or anyone for that matter. Sighing again, the lion man walked up to the bar's doorway, only to notice that the entrance was blocked. Looking down like he usually had to, Ferghus saw a man in what appeared to be a prison outfit. Bending down with an annoyed look, he said, "Hey bud, yer blockin' the way."

Behind the lion man though, a different problem for the pink gi wearing man approached. Due to the length of the leash, Victor had found his way over to the unconcious guy, and stared at him panting with his tongue out. After a few moments of this, the American Alsatian climbed on top of the man, and promptly sat on him. Victor was a fat dog, and not easy to get off, that much was for certain...

[cody]

'Looks like I won't be too bored today' Cody thought to himself, brushing off his baggy jumpsuit that still seemed to conform to his muscular body. Yeah, this guy looked like he'd be a good opponent. Cody often fought people way out of his strength range. Still, this guy looked tough. "Oh, I'm blockin' the way am I? Sorry pal but I'm here to brawl and as you can see..." Cody said as he motioned to the knocked out man in the pink karate uniform. "That guy just didn't cut it. So, what you say, old timer? Let's just make it so the loser buys the drinks."

He said with a smirk, obviously simply not having a problem with the lion man but strictly just wanting to get a decent brawl out of it. "I can tell man, you got pent up stress. It's good to let it out once in awhile." Cody said as he cracked his knuckles, the chains clinking slightly. Often, Cody would simply just want to fight as it was just a way to unwind for him. In fact, it's what landed his cocky self in the jail to begin with. However, it wasn't exactly hard for him to piss off people with his demeanour and often he started the fights without even a simple provocation.

"Just don't worry, pal. I'm gonna go easy on you. Age slowin' ya down and all." Cody said as he looked upwards at the incredibly big man. Sure, it wasn't exactly the best idea to piss off someone as big as him especially since he's been too respectful to get on Haggar's bad side. After all, the guy was able to brawl with the rest of them. Still, Cody took on Abigail and even Andore Jr so it wasn't like he hadn't fought huge guys before. 'Somethin' about this guy makes me think twice about if this is a good idea to bounce with him' Cody thought to himself, finally just throwing caution to the wind and throwing his fists up in the air as an invitation for a brawl.

((Apologies for sucking, I was low on muse!))