Terry Bogard

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

I’m a millennial

@Azure Bubbles

Hi, millenial, I’m zoomer

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

As @Lord Wraith pointed out, Arthur is Gen Alpha but written by a Gen X'er so I've been doing research on current slang, particularly among teens/tweens.

I have so many questions just from "skibidi" alone.

@Bounce

Lol. “Skibidi” as a word is just pure brain rot. I hope I’m not the only older Gen Z’er around here because... admittedly, I know some of those weird slangs

(￣▽￣*)ゞ

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Oh, man, was about to bring Spidey over here, but it looks like Ezekiel’s got him in the works, already.

Well, then, guess I’ll have to settle for my 2^nd main Marvel guy.

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

_{“News flash, nothing ever makes sense in our worlds! Just think about it for a minute, what kinda real human beings can create geysers and summon a meteorite, amirite? And just why are you comparing me to that Boston trucker? ’Cause we wear hats? Jeez, man, I swear to God, if I hear anybody calls me ‘Ken with a Hat’ one last time…”
– Terry Bogard}

Chinatown, South Town
_{1:33 PM}

▶︎• ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌၊|• 3:33
_{Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2}

There was a rather peculiar guest waiting by the sidelines, though Terry paid no mind. He’d been too fixated on delivering body blows to care about his cluttered surroundings. Despite his fixation, however, he didn’t let the crowd’s roaring support go unnoticed. He heard the chants and cheers perhaps all too well, and he’d want to translate all that emotional support into rounds after rounds of satisfying hits for the crowd to witness. And they delivered. Both the hook punches and uppercuts connected flawlessly well to the point where they managed to stagger and send Mika tumbling backwards. He’d always known that his bare fists were his greatest weapons, with or without inner force being involved.

WHAM!

“How’s that for an uppercut, cute face?” he asked with a teasing voice. “You like the taste of my fist? Oh, I can show you more than just that!” The brawny blonde drew one of his legs back, ready to go ahead with a side kick. “In fact, my kicks are about as attractive as my punches are, but I guess you’ve known that already, haven’t you?”

But then, just when he was about to lift and swing his leading leg up, Mika had already swung her right hand dagger in his direction. Terry hurled himself back almost reflexively, his toned front just inches from its sharp, flimsy edge. While the blade was countered, its suddenness managed to take him aback at first.

“Woahhh—!!”

Then came two of the subsequent slices, swinging to her left then right. The slices seemed quite dangerous, he had to admit, though nothing that he’d never seen from the sword-wielding trio that was Team Samurai from the latest KOF tournament. In anticipation, Terry took a couple of sidesteps, pacing left and right out of harm’s way while maintaining his footwork. He leaped back to his initial lane just in time for the esper to thrust her blade forth with a left arm.

“Uh–oh…”

Once again, Terry found himself hurling back, his feet taking a backward hop. Mika hadn’t given up just yet. As if in a desperate attempt, she extended her reach, seemingly aiming to dig the tip of her blade deep into his calloused skin. It did work, albeit narrowly. The sharp, stinging tip managed to graze against his veined upper limb, forcing a drop of crimson liquid to push through the miniscule wound. The blade had managed to breach past the thick outer layer of his skin, but before long, he quickly withdrew, pushing his arm out of the grazing tip. He held the wound, the barest hints of grimace shown.

“Heh. Okay… That was… surprisingly itching, I’ll give you that,” the brawny blonde admitted before giving Oros a knowing, sidelong gaze, correcting what she just told her fellow esper earlier. His sky-blue eyes darted back towards the latter. “Actually, you gotta know that my punches don’t stab. They sting like a bee!”

BAM!

As swift as a bee, Terry hammered Mika with an annular hook punch, his knuckles aiming to graze against her cheek. If connected, the hammering fist would force Mika down with her shoulders hunching, allowing Terry to take hold of them and shove a thrusting knee against her toned midriff. Traditionally, he would’ve followed it up with a launching uppercut, but this time, he’d opt for a radically different tactic. Once the knee strike bounced the esper out of her hunching position, the three-time KOF champion would leap forward, gripping her neck around his bare, muscular arm. He’d lift his opponent, swing forth with both of his boots striking out, and then…

SLAM!

A neckbreaker drop would be executed, the impact sending Mika colliding with the ground beneath. If the entire sequence was played out the way he intended, Terry would spring out of his sitting position, then swing his fist against the air in a ceremonious fashion, his gaze falling upon the laying opponent.

“Booyah! Now that’s how you do a Side Effect,” Terry told Mika. “It ain’t too shabby, is it? Maybe I can be a pro-wrestler, after all...”

Meanwhile, when Oros asked the people loading up a group of pigs to a mini truck, a braided young lady in a crimson qipao and broad white trousers approached, combing through the sea of hysterical attendants. Her name was Li Xiangfei, the occasional member of Team Women Fighters. As a matter of fact, Xiangfei was a waitress/bouncer working for the same restaurant that’d been offering an exclusive VIP spot to the winner of the street-fighting contest that Terry and Mika had been participating in.

Now standing across the maniac, Xiangfei coughed, trying to catch her attention. She crossed her arms, seemingly unimpressed. “Oh, I’m sorry, miss, but these pigs aren’t up for sale,” Xiangfei answered, indirectly hinting at the fact that her uncle was going to use them for the restaurant’s famed pork dumplings. “The restaurant’s busy right now. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait there if you really wanna give our pork dishes a try.” Her thumb gestured at a bunch of locals queuing in front of the restaurant with a group of stripe-clad pirates being the latest additions to the awaiting customers. “What? You’re too hungry to wait? So why don’t you try your luck against one of those competing fighters right there? VIP spot’s on the line…”

FIN.

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

Ah, I see, a Lovecraftian. Lmfao. She does seem rationally unhinged, I suppose

Yeah, in all honesty, I don’t think it’ll make sense to have Spidey in this storyline. That’s just too fan-fic-y. It’ll be like adding Danny Phantom to literally any of them weird ass fics (IYKYK). Besides, who’s the other Spidey? Terry?

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Level 9 Terry Bogard

_{EXP : 69/90 (+3 pts.)
Location : Some Alleyway, Esaka’s Mid Tier
Word Count : 1,777}

Terry gave an ear, as Yayama recalled everything that she saw in that moment, a comforting hand still lingering on her shoulder. He couldn’t believe it. Everything that she told him—the trauma, the fright, the losses, the destruction of the world she once knew and gave her life for—closely mirrored most of the events he’d gone through up to his inclusion to the World of Light. It was both eerie and reassuring in a way. At least, now he knew that what he told the grieving knight was true. Both of them were never alone.

“Oh, Gosh… That’s… horrible. I– I’m sorry,” he told Yayama, pensively lowering his gaze. His sky-blue eyes fell upon his soiled sneakers, tears of the gloomy rain clouds cascading out of his cap’s brim. “’Least you tried, y’know. You’d done your best, despite the outcome. Back in my previous life, I… couldn’t even bother. Well, at least, at first. When Geese, Krauser, and Laocorn were dealt with, all I cared for was seeking the thrill of the bout, thinking that each and every global threat happening from one KOF tourney to another had been taken care of, with or without me. I thought, as long as South Town was safe, I shouldn’t think too deeply into matters that I had no business takin’ care of. But then…” His voice stifled, lips clenching firmly. He drew the evening’s cold air again, taking a moment to toughen himself up for what he was about to reveal to her next. “Some shady syndicate called NESTS held a KOF tournament in South Town, and then… the unthinkable happened. They blew the entire city, leaving it completely devastated. It was the greatest tragedy in our city, and despite my efforts, I didn’t get to save everyone. Took us about three years to rebuild the city from scratch, and just when things were about to get better for all of us, our enemies collaborated. They set us up, killed every single one of us till… I was the only fighter left battling alone. They singlehandedly destroyed our world that day. Then came Galeem, the World of Light was made, and… South Town was no more. And just a couple of years into my second life, the people I loved were… taken away from me one by one, vanishing into thin air just like that. I’ve never quite forgiven myself for all that happened.”

As they talked, one particular name caught the blonde’s attention. Not that he knew who she was, frankly, but the fact that the lalafell kept bringing that name into their conversation. He thought Petra must’ve been somebody who meant the world to Yayama—whether a relative, a close friend, or even a significant other. She seemed to regard her quite highly when she started recalling all the past events that led her to this world, most particularly Esaka. The way she described their relationship, it was obvious that she had a deep emotional connection with the fellow warrior of her world—the same kind of emotional connection that he developed with Lily, Sulia, and finally, Mary.

“Hey, you seem to have fond memories of this Petra fella you’ve been talking about, despite, y’know, all the traumatic events that you both had gone through,” Terry remarked, tilting his head to the side. Abruptly, the memories of his significant others came flooding into his head, especially ones that he made with his first love. “Now, I dunno whether she was your sister or close bud or girlfriend, but if she was the latter, then, welp, I just wanna say that… I can relate. Perfectly, actually. I’ve been in a relationship with three different girls on separate occasions, though neither of them ended up the way we intended. Not that we’d never gotten to make it work, frankly, it’s just that… tragedy had always found its way to all the girls I loved one way or another. It broke me the hardest when the worst happened to my first love…”

Then, as he went ahead, the brawny blonde reached the back pocket of his jeans, then pulled something out of it, revealing a shriveled picture of a charming, verdant-haired lady he’d kept for dozens of years.

“Her name was Lily. Lily McGuire,” he introduced to Yayama. “She was my heart, my first love, and the girl of my dreams. It’d been long since the night I lost her, but sometimes, I found it hard to bring myself to just… move on and keep goin’. Y’know, normally, when you lose somebody you hold the closest to your heart, everyone will just tell you to move on and let the past stay in the past. ‘That’s what she’d want,’ they said, ‘you don’t wanna make her feel bad up there.’ And just hearing all that shit, I can’t help but… smile, y’know. Smile because why’d I wanna forget the woman who brought so much joy to my life, anyway? She’s the woman who taught me how to love, taught me to show compassion and look after the little ones. But most importantly…” He stifled his mouth, failing to fight back the tears that’d started to well the moment he stumbled upon Yayama. He sniffed, then wiped them out of the corners of his eyes. “She’s… the woman who sacrificed her life just so my friends and I are safe. Still to this day, I can’t ever shake the guilt of not being able to save my sweetheart from Geese. We’re talkin’ about me, the same multi-time KOF champ who can punch through a wall and beat a friggin’ fire god with bare hands, yet… I couldn’t make it in time to prevent her from falling head first to the ground.”

His face dropped, his voice lowering until it trailed off. Whenever he talked about Lily or any of his lovers, he couldn’t help but feel… blue, inwardly blaming himself for being incapable of saving them. It was true that there were still hopes for Mary, but even then, seeing that Rugal might’ve been involved, he wasn’t too sure if he’d be able to find his darling in one piece. It’d been a whole year, after all. She’d never kept in touch with him like she’d promised him since the moment she went to investigate their friends’ whereabouts.

Truly, this new, complicated world had roughed Terry up, now that he thought about it. And just when the thread was finally unraveled, he’d found himself—yet again—overwhelmed by the additional elaboration that Cap gave him earlier at the Banishing Flats. Even now, it still baffled him that each and everyone of them was only given a decade left to live—no matter if they were deities or mere mortals like him. Even worse, knowing that they were only mere clones of one another, and when one of them died, they’d either be replaced or have their spirits claimed like the Robert before the Robert of the present day. While the brawny blonde had no fear of getting replaced by a better, stronger successor, he didn’t seem to entertain the notion that his clones were nothing but mere pawns that Galeem could toy with, given that they’d still have their memories suppressed. It couldn’t help when, according to Cap, there was a Terry that came before him who died for reasons he was yet to learn. Perhaps, even death adored him just as much as it did the women of his life.

“Life’s cruel, don’t you think? I gotta admit, sometimes, I even thought of quitting when the going got a little too tough, but hey, we can’t just give up, can we? Not when the whole world’s countin’ on us,” Terry encouraged, a smile finally playing by his lips. “We’re champs, bud. The Seekers of Light. And as long as Galeem’s still here, we better continue fighting, or else, we’re losin’ more than we already did. Dunno how long you’ve been stayin’ here in Esaka, though. Bet you’ve heard lots of peeps in higher tiers telling you that they see no prob in the system at all, but trust me, it’s always been anything but fair. The tier system’s just… depressing. I feel especially sad for all the guys back in the Low Tier. I thought they deserved better than living in shabby places and being treated like garbage. So, yeah, cheer up, alright? We’re never too late to start a big change! It ain’t just about us, but about them, too.”

After all, when Terry began his journey before the merging of the worlds, he acted as a figure who—directly or indirectly—fought against the system. By defeating Geese, he’d also fought the corruption that’d been plaguing South Town since its inception, making it a better place for all its residents to live in. If he had to do it again with Rugal just to bring changes to Esaka, then so be it. Despite the consequences, he knew it was worth the try, eventually.

When the lalafell finally introduced herself to him, Terry pushed his bandaged hand away from her shoulder, offering a handshake. “Okay, nice knowin’ you, Yayama! Or should I call you ‘Yaya’?” he asked, giggling. He always had a tendency to shorten somebody’s name. “Aww, sick! That’s a badass nickname you got there! You’ve probably heard it already, but the name’s Terry. Terry Bogard. I’m nothin’ much, really, despite the nicknames. Just a silly goober and a fighter next door.” He shrugged, his voice lacking hints of irony. “And don’t feel bad about crackin’ out a bit. I’ve probably done it worse. It ain’t so good to hold emotions like that for too long, y’know.”

At long last, the rain came to a halt, paving way for the setting sun to reappear among the reddish clouds. It was such an eye-catching view now that he looked at it—both uplifting and awespiring, even. Simple things like this always reminded Terry that—despite his hardships—there’ll always be a better tomorrow waiting for him. While he mused and admired the view, suddenly, an idea came to his mind. The brawny blonde glanced back at Yayama, all while picking his dampened cap and squeezing the liquid out of it.

“Y’know, I was thinking, since you ain’t feelin’ so well, want me to treat you to dinner?” he offered, then sported his cap back around his golden head, prior raindrops still seeping through its crimson fabric. “That’s the best way I can think of to maybe make my new pal feel a bit better. I know the best places around here where we can just relax, hang out, and eat. And who knows? Maybe along the way, we can train together for our respective tournaments tomorrow. Whaddaya say, Yaya?”

FIN.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Level 9 Terry Bogard

_{EXP : 66/90 (+3 pts.)
Location : Banishing Flats, Esaka’s Mid Tier
Word Count : 2,444}

“Oh, hey, Pit! Sup?”

Similar to when he encountered the Seekers for the first time, Pit was one of the first to welcome Terry to the lobby upon his arrival. Teeth bare, his smile widened, his bandanged hand waving vigorously. The puzzled glance given to him by Primrose didn’t go unnoticed. He knew a few of them must’ve been wondering why he wore what he wore at the moment. He could’ve admitted he was broke, but then again, he didn’t want to sound more miserable than he already was following the Teahouse debacle.

“Yeah, it’s alright, though. I knew you were busy investigating this side of the city with the detectives,” Terry reassured, oblivious to the fact that Pit had been searching for a kameo partner the whole time. Could it be the cuddly puppy he brought along with him? “Aww… What a cute dog, buddy! Where’d you meet him? What’s his name?”

Just before Terry could approach and pet him, the oddly ferocious chihuahua had taken a seat next to Primrose. It seemed that he enjoyed being around the crimson-clad dancer. When the topic of money was brought up, his perky glance was noticed, though Terry didn’t get to reciprocate those adorable, shimmering eyes since he’d been arguing with Nadia about the method she used to attain her bags of zennies.

“Okay, look, first of all, I didn’t know your name,” Terry admitted, holding out both of his bandaged hands in Nadia’s direction as if it would’ve made her less exasperated. “And second of all, you made it sound like you’ve just stolen something from Kazzy. And I don’t doubt that any of y’all could’ve handled something that sounds as big as those Guardians of… whatever. It’s just that…” He paused, lowered his eyes, then sighed, pursing his lips wryly. “I was just… scared, y’know. Scared that I’d lose you guys, too. I just can’t afford to lose more peeps in my life, is all.” He shrugged, then lifted his eyes to search for the feral one’s, his voice calmer. “Again, I’m sorry, okay? Are we cool now, err… ‘Ms. Fortune’?”

Even when he’d apologized, Nadia was already pissed off by his prior comments that she decided to stride out of her initial position. The brawny blonde scratched the temple of his head, then looked away, his expression a mixture of remorse and puzzlement. Did he just ruin the mood? He thought so. Normally, he would’ve been the one who brought warmth and joy to the conversation, but, oh, well... Perhaps, that was what having a horribly rough day at a horribly rough place did to a traditionally jovial man.

Okay, calm down, Terry. It’s okay, it’s okay... ’Least you’ve said sorry, haven’t you?

Now more composed, Terry gave ear to the elaboration provided to him by Zenkichi, nodding at every word spoken out of his mouth. He was particularly surprised by the mention of the effect of Galeem’s curse and the supposed conspiratorial figures running this peculiar new world from behind the curtains. It appeared that the Four Kings—if they were some of the remaining Guardians mentioned—were far more omniscient than they were in their previous lives, making them sound closer to gods than they were megalomaniacs with exceptional gifts. The thread began to unravel, and now he’d come to understand why Tung, Geese, Tony, and anybody he’d encountered after the Teahouse scuffle shared the same crimson features that Zenkichi was describing—no matter if they were good or evil. To think that he used to share those same features sent shivers down his spine, as he caressed both of his bare, muscular biceps.

“Oh, Gee… N– No wonder! So, that’s why everybody but us had the same gleamin’ eye color, ain’t it?” he asked, both horrors and concern evident through his sky-blue eyes. “Gosh, dude… Guess now I know why I’ve been having a bad hunch about this place. Even before Ammy gave me that heart thingy, I knew something was just… off around here, but I could’ve never pointed it out. I thought I hadn’t been feeling like myself the whole time, either, till those memories came flooding back into my head. It was kinda overwhelming at first, true, but at the same time, it feels… freeing. Relieving. Sorta like I was being born again or something.”

Then, there was this thorough explanation by Zenkichi about the reaction the gleaming might show upon being told about the existence of Galeem and the specific details revolving around the World of Light. Terry, in a way, was no stranger to this already, even before he was set free. Even pointing out the flaws of his own dojo and questioning Esaka’s tier system would raise a few eyebrows, let alone declaring the existence of a greater, almighty being that was Galeem. Or it could also elicit a different reaction, like the one shown by Geese when Terry accidentally revealed a small fraction of what he saw the moment he received a friend heart.

“Man… And here I thought I was overthinking,” he remarked. “You guys have no idea, but whenever I questioned a lotta stuff about Esaka and my own dojo, they always shut me down real fast. Y’see, they called me a lotta things because of that, alright? They thought I was a smartass, thought I was nuts, thought I was sticking my nose too deep into things I won’t understand. Even most of the guys I thought would’ve cared, they dismissed everything that I said, too. Oh, and, by the way, this was before I knew anything about Galeem and the World of Light, so the things that I brought up were mostly about the city’s tier system and how KOF’s been losin’ its edge over the years. Nothin’ too world-breakin’, amirite?”

Afterwards, Terry went on to go into full details on how both KOF the dojo and the tournament had been doing in recent years, assuring the other Seekers that they weren’t doing as well as it seemed to be. He talked about how the participation number had been slightly declining every year and how the tournament’s viewer count was especially worse. In fact, it was the lowest of the big four, making KOF almost like a laughing stock within the High Tier community. Aside from that, he also claimed to have tried to prevent the dojo from being demoted on a few occasions, mostly through collaborative events with other, bigger dojos where he was willingly assigned to represent KOF.

“But that wasn’t much, honestly. I was just doing what was best for the business, and that was to save the sinking ship. Yeah, right, the sinking ship that I thought was my new home…” he added, trying to downplay his contribution. “Y’see, all I did was point out that maybe it wasn’t about the collaborations or appealing to the niche side of our community, nope. I said maybe—just maybe—KOF would be better if some shady, out-of-touch guy wasn’t the one in charge of the tourney, but as y’all can tell, nobody listened. And the next thing I know…” His face dropped, coming to a harsh realization of the fruit of his boldness. “...Almost all the peeps I care for are no longer here.”

He hadn’t lost hope, still. Terry knew he was going to find them one way or another. Although, after putting two and two together, it seemed more obvious now that Rugal had to be the one behind the presumed kidnapping of his loved ones. If Geese’s prior eye gesture was any indication, there must’ve been something hiding within the top floor of his tower that Terry was yet to discover.

“Yeah, right, y’know what, guys? I think Rugal’s involved in all the shitty stuff that’s been going on since I was brought here. You said that he’s one of those Guardians you’re chasing after, right?” he asked, his voice a hint of determination. He then crossed his arms, leaning against the fluffy backrest of the couch. “I’m not surprised if he turns out to be a pawn for Galeem. That sunnuva gun was the one responsible for the destruction of my world, and some guy told me he’s gotta be the reason why my guys went missing in this one. I swear, if he ever dared touch ’em, I’m so gonna beat the living hell outta that scum!”

He could feel his hand hardening, as he swung it over his face and bowled it. His face began to tense, as he reminded himself of the things he’d lost—his family, his friends, and the world that he once knew, all thanks to Galeem and one Rugal Bernstein. It was vivid in his mind how the latter tormented each and every one of his fellow KOF participants in the most unforgiving fashion, and to think that the same familiar figures had now bent their knees to the man responsible for their deaths? Truly, it felt like a nightmare come true.

His tension soon melted when Cap arrived and gave him a clap to the back—a gesture that was quite reassuring. He thought maybe his teammate was right about not having to worry too much about identifying the Consuls. Getting to the finals of the KOF tournament was his main objective as of now, and even if he had to face one of the Consuls, he knew he could rely on the others more experienced with the matter like… just about anybody in the Seekers but newbies like him. Now that his question had been answered, he shifted his attention towards his team’s captain, giving ear to his story.

“Well, that’s great! Toldcha, right? You look like a million bucks,” Terry reciprocated, then grinned, his knuckles jokingly nudging Cap’s shoulder. “I’m not surprised that you were gonna make an impression on the guys back at Breakers. After seeing you in action, I’m proud to say that both you and Ammy are ready for our tournament. Not gonna lie, but it looks as though you guys have been fighting longer than I have. You sure you’re not Robert in disguise, Cap? I mean, the way you fight and all, it… kinda reminds me of him. No cap, but if only the Kyokugen Dojo ain’t Kyokugen BBQ these days, I would’ve convinced Ryo to take you in.”

Shortly after, Amaterasu entered the lobby alongside the new member they’d encountered earlier at the Teahouse—her eyes as clear as he was now. He knew he hadn’t introduced himself in front of the latter just yet—more or less just dropping a brief ‘thank you’ for her prior help before he went to the Mid Tier.

“Yo, Ammy, sup? I knew you’d be back,” Terry welcomed with a big, enthusiastic wave, watching as the newly arriving Seekers closed in and sat with them. “Hi, sorry, I wasn’t in the best condition when the fight ended. I thought I should’ve introduced myself earlier.” He held out a hand in the lalafell’s direction, a beaming smile worn. “The name’s Terry. Terry Bogard. You can call me ‘Wolf,’ you can call me ‘Legendary,’ just don’t call me ‘Ken with a Hat’ like they all do, alright?” He giggled, then rolled his eyes at his own joke, finding the nickname more exasperating than it was amusing. “And you are, buddy?” Oddly, his introduction and offer for a handshake were both left unreciprocated, as Yayama continued to slump her face against the table. He raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Huh? Ah, okay…”

He could tell that the lalafell must’ve been overwhelmed by the influx of abandoned memories as much as he used to. Well, even now, he still tried to comprehend every grotesque detail surrounding the last moments of his prior life. While Terry was about to accept Band’s offer for a sparring match, suddenly, Yayama snapped and headed out of the building, telling the crew that she needed some air. Something about her abrupt burst reminded him of the way he left the other Seekers beforehand, and this was right after she received a friend heart, too.

“Wait, pal, it’s still rainin’ outside!” Terry shouted, then extended a hand as if reaching out to Yayama, but he was too late. Her figure was now a miniscule, distant view rushing out of the entrance. She had him worried all a sudden. “Sorry, guys, but… I gotta go. Won’t take a while.”

And so, he stood out of his comfy seat, strides subsequently drumming in the direction of the front door. As he was outside, Terry began searching for the new member, his sky-blue eyes darting left and right. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the raindrops cascading over his head—not when he needed to assure Yayama’s situation. Eventually, his gaze fell upon the alleyway situated just a couple of feet from the Banishing Flats. The alleyway was barely lit, though he could see a small figure hurling flails against the wall in a fit of rage, subsequently swinging her mighty sword against the evening’s cold breath. Seeing that she’d just been freed, he could feel the sentiment all too well. After all, his reaction to the suppressed memories was more or less the same as hers was.

“Wait, buddy, stop!”

He wished he knew what her name was, so he could call her properly. The brawny blonde strode swiftly, entering the alleyway around the same time the lalafell rested her head atop her sword. He placed both of his hands over her shoulders almost reflexively, as if the comforting gesture would’ve made her stop flailing around.

“Hey, buddy, are you okay? J– Just take it easy, alright? Don’t hurt yourself like that,” Terry told Yayama, his voice quiet and soothing. “Just relax. Take a deep breath…”

He did just the same—inhaling and exhaling the cold, fresh air—since he figured he, too, needed to compose himself after the prior stages of grief. The former KOF champion gave the sword-wielding warrior a worried glance, finding pain and dread through her own. Even when she clearly was trying to put on a tough facade, her prior actions and the words that came out of her mouth didn’t lie. She needed help, he felt, and he was ready to lend her a hand.

“Hey, look, I dunno how and when you were set free, but whatever it was that you saw in that moment, I feel you,” he reassured, close to breaking into tears at the thought. “You’re not alone. I saw some horrifying stuff, too, after they gave me the heart. Care to talk about ’em, hm? I mean, if you don’t mind, of course. Maybe I can help you ease up a little.”

FIN.

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South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

Sounds like Yamazaki and her would be good friends.



Two mentally insane guys trying to see which one’s saner than the other. I don’t say that I’m gonna add him to my next post, though. Just thought that idea of them interacting with each other sounds kinda funny

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

He could’ve kept ’em, and still made profits tbf, but he can’t be greedy, can he?

But anyway, that last post was funny af. I’ll catch up with you ASAP. Just came out of uploading a Spidey post for the first time since, like, forever, and whaddaya know? It was a long ass story