They don't call it a Blue Hawaii for nothing~OPEN

[cordy]

For a moment, just for a moment, she stared intently at Jax as he spoke...half under the impression that he actually had a game plan in mind. A half a second later she realized this was wishful thinking on her part, of course, though she still couldn't help but rolled her eyes as he promptly sat down in his beach chair and kicked back to relax with a can of beer and a cigarette in hand. Right. Well, she could see this trip was going to end up being very productive...not. Sliding her shades a little further down the bridge of her nose, she rested a glare upon him that was both skeptical and slightly irritated. Without comment, however, Cordelia took another sip of her own beer and then set the can down next to the beach chair. To her credit, she was doing a pretty decent job at the whole 'Imma keep my cool' thing...right up until her boyfriend's final comment.

Immediately, hazel eyes snapped up to meet his again, a pronounced scowl now placed firmly on her features. "Really? I mean...really?" No, that note of disbelief that edged her voice was a lie - this was a beach trip, mission included or not. What else had she expected from Jax than what was evidently a main motivation of coming here to oogle some of the beachgoers? In theory, Cordy had naturally thought she'd rather him be gawking at her rather than Trisha, but somehow it wasn't making her feel much better at the moment. Her confusion over what exactly The Powers That Be wanted her to do, her jealousy over Trisha, the general craziness of the situation with Jeri, and now this little spike of irritation - all of it was building up enough to make the brunette sort of...temperamental by this point.

"Jax..." There was a hint of testiness clinging to her voice as she spoke his name this time. Before she could embark on what would undoubtedly be a rather attention-drawing rant, however, she paused. Forced herself to draw a breath...which was then slowly released in a long, quiet sigh. The technique worked for all intents and purposes to release a bit of her frustration, and it was with a bit less agitation that she managed the next clipped word - "...Never mind." There were bigger things to worry about at the moment than the fact that Jax had chosen today to be particularly crude. So choosing to skip over scolding him for that both for his sake and her own, Cordy decided to get right to the most important issue here.

"The thing about The Powers? They don't exactly...like it when you sit around and wait for them to come to you. They generally tend to swoop in, toss a vision and a bonus headache at me, and...that's as far as the semi-daily dose of divine intervention goes. Then they scram and let us do the hard part." she explained. It was irritating, but true. If The Powers were really the interfering type, well then...there wouldn't be so many problems in the world, would there? No, it was more like BAM! Cryptic and incomprehensible vision! Go figure out what to do next! And she was pretty sure that this was no exception. "So if you wanna sit around and wait for them, clear your schedule for the next century and a half. Otherwise, this is what we have to go on..." And it wasn't much. But then again, there'd been times when she'd worked for Angel Investigations that they'd had a lot less.

"Albert Wesker, bio terrorist, dangerous murderer and...all around freak has a base somewhere off the coastline. We...are on the coast. Now, as 'secret' as this 'secret base' is supposed to be, if he's up to something then I'm betting it hasn't escaped the notice of some of the...shadier characters around here. So feel free to toss around some ideas, but right now I've got a grand total of two:" Here Cordy allowed a slight pause. Both to see whether or not Jax had any comment, and...you know, for dramatic effect of course. "One. We ask around, maybe head into town and find someone to interrogate. On the plus side, that would mean we wouldn't be going in completely blind. On the...not-so-plus side, I don't know if we have that kind of time. The Powers made this whole thing sound kinda urgent. So behind door of potential death number two, we have...finding a way out to sea, finding the spot from my vision, and diving right on in." And gosh, didn't both of these options just sound like so much fun! As srs bsns as Cordy's tone had become, there was no missing the sarcastic enthusiasm that laced it now at the thought of embarking on either of this misadventures. But work was work.

Her piece said, she fell silent at last and, waiting for a response of some sort, took this opportunity to glance down the beach again. Whatever had been happening with Jeri seemed to have been...worked out now, from what she could see (granted she couldn't see a whole lot from here). Still, the fact that it had happened at all and that...Jax didn't seem particularly concerned about it, still puzzled her. Wasn't Trisha supposed to be the 'one cop he could stand' or whatever he'd just said? In Jax-talk, Cordy figured that was more or less code for 'friend', but...he didn't seem at all worried about what had just happened with Trisha and Jeri. ...Hmph. Whatever people said about him being 'simple', she didn't care. Truth was, Jax was very, very confusing sometimes...


ooc:// ewwww sloppy post is sloppy -shoots herself in the fayce- Sowwy guys Dx

[arachnidsGrip]

Today's personally appointed mission wasn't one to laugh nor joke about since she had serious work to do. It was getting closer and closer to the time where it's set in stone whether or not these groups of humans...as...not normal human grubs as they were would have to deal with a doomed timeline for one of the participants OR get one of the future timelines that didn't suck so much. From what she could tell, the doomed timeline had that silvery cop woman die and then...well a chain reaction of just BAD things happening. Didn't seem like her death was going to be exactly beneficial, more a pain in the ass than anything else. Having done her homework on all of them, her best bet was the punk sitting there on his ass with a can of some sort in his hands. She didn't bother following the pierced up guy and his matesprit considering they weren't doing anything important for the critical moment up until now. That and it seemed like his matesprit was torn between his kismesis or staying in the red. Then again humans had it so incredibly easy...much easier than trolls when it came to relationships.

Oh well...she wasn't here to be their auspice, Karkat could do that if he wanted to meddle, seemed he had a knack for that sort of thing. Not being the relationship expert, she was going to stay out of their `love lives` and focus on the main picture. Seeing a bit of her self in the way this guy was treating his `friend`, that silver lady, didn't seem like it was easy for him to handle something so incredibly awkward. Seemed like he didn't care, but the troll with eight pupils knew better than that....he did care just sucked at showing it. Pretty much had a way of living similar to troll culture but not quite. Thus, it may actually be easier to convince him into doing something that could save him in more ways than one. The green haired guy she adopted the nickname `greenIguana` as his title in her chat log since she was pressed for time and couldn't come up with something witty on her own for now would receive a text from a phone number that wasn't even a number. More like a screen name since it showed up in normal letters saying `arachnidsGrip` on the caller ID.

arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling greenIguana [GI]

AG: Hey Pupa Pan! (:::: Your silver haired 8uddy is going to die soon.
AG: 8ut I can help you prevent such a 8ad outcome, first you need to get up and off of your 8utt then follow her!!!!!!!!
AG: Get one step ahead and you'll find out more from your girlfriend over there when she gets tipped off 8y her ancestor spirits 8efore they're out of s8!!!!!!!!
AG: HURRY!!!!!!!!

After sending that absurdly long text to the guy's phone, she continued monitoring various timelines of other people in this strange world trying to figure out if she had to help push anyone else while waiting for a response. That guy was going to probably have the message cut off and feel like he was dealing with spam but oh look, all in all it could be important.

HOPEFULLY he was going to actually pay attention, otherwise she'd have to spam his phone more...but again if she understood this guy correctly just the mention of his friend in danger should be enough motivation to get going. Especially since she couldn't do a damn thing herself aside from try conning people from a computer in Alternia until they figured out a way to transport her there to their world. Relying on the human grubs in its own way sucked but hopefully her efforts would pay off and those she did opt to make the heroes actually grew from her help unlike some nearly worthless cripple she knew. And WHY was she calling the guy's matesprit his girlfriend? Well she didn't have the time to troll him with their titles for things and confuse him. Maybe later when things weren't at such a critical point where a death was just BAD NEWS all around. So for now, Vriska would make a bit more of an effort to use some human lingo she was aware of from watching the timelines...the more `common sense and can cause unwanted pausing & confusion to post pone plans` stuff that is.

[Jax]

Jax slowly sat up his leer dispersing as he spoke. A frown slowly took his place. He didn't know why he tried so hard to push people away at times like this. He knew his guidance consulers from school would call it a defense mechanism. You couldn't get hurt by people if you never let them near you. Even just the act of apologizing was painful because it meant he had been wrong, and he knew it. He had made a mistake and not only had to talk about it but had to admit it and admitting it meant letting someone in... because when you let people in they could rip things out on the way out...

As Jax sat up he pulled the cig from his mouth and looked at it pensively. Slowly rolling it over in his fingers he studied it detail, the ashes drifting off, the logo printed so neatly on the side... anything was better then looking at Cord's face right now. He knew she was disappointed in him and... that hurt. It actually hurt. That was why he hated letting people in. It was easy just to be there. To pop in, thrash something and walk away back to the room you were in. Gotham had been easy. Even with zombies it had been easy.

"L...Listen... Cord..."

Jax shifted a bit in place.

"I... I am not good at alot of stuff. Talking without screaming, threats or swearing. Being with people... Not even people sat matter. I mean... someone saves ma life I can't even muster up a proper apology. The most important person in ma life is ere... and I can't even say what I want ta too her as she stands dere looking at me. I... didn't come to da beach because da powers wanted ya ta. I came...... because I wanted ta da something normal people who date da. I know how far from normal I am. Ya... Ya can't exactly take someone like me ta ballet or something like that. I know this."

Part of his brain took the moment to process him at a ballet. Someone behind him trying to look through his hair, the people next to him glancing at him and whispering. Being asked to leave. He couldn't see it any other way.... that is if they let him in the first place.

"I know ya want to save people. That is great but... I have never been a fan of people in general. If something is happening in front of me... I will not turn away. But... I follow ya because... it's ya doing this. I am not a saint. Not a hero. I am just... a ex-gang muscle trying ta be... himself. But I screw things up alot. Like this... I didn't come here ta oogle girls... well... just one maybe."

The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit. This had been the longest he had spoken in who knows how long without swearing... but swearing didn't seem right at the moment.

"But... what I am trying ta say is... I need..."

A constant loop of Jack Black singing about metal erupted from Jax's backpack. His jaw jutted and set and he slowly looked over to the phone rage dancing in his eyes. He crammed the cigarette into his mouth and started reaching for the backpack tearing open the zipper.

"Ta %#@ing kill whoever decided at this perfect time ta call me."

Ripping out his phone similar to a man finishing mortal combat by ripping out someone's heart Jax opened up the older model phone to glare at the screen... and then raised an eyebrow at it. He scanned the text message... no... it was... and IM... and he was now... signed in? He had never done that... expecally not as greenIguana. He would have picked something more... metal. He scanned the message and then handed the phone to Cord.

"... Did... did I just get a IM from the powers that be just ta prove ya right?"

[Jericho Gustal]

Skipping a meal didn’t sound half bad right now, especially when he relooked at the skewered line of fish on the sharp pike. Letting a small distasteful frown set in, the more he stared at the bleeding pieces of food the more his appetite seemed to die off like some plant withering from the potent scent of someone’s bad odor. And to top it all off, swallowing enough salt water to ruin most of his taste buds didn’t help either. So yeah, maybe skipping the whole on the go meal deal all together would be the safer option, because who knew what would happen. For all we know, Jeri could end up making himself even less of a man by losing his lunch on the rocky boat.

Glancing to his partner….wow he actually thought of her as a partner. Now he knew how Allegra felt when teaming up with meta cop. BUT ANYWAY, while glancing back to Trisha he shook his head and said ”Actually, I’ll be ok not eating anything….errrrr…..SALTY and FROM THE SEA. I think after what happened, my stomach finds sea food a threat and so my appetite is not all that there anymore. But I do know who’ll probably like this stuff more than me.” Letting his nose weave through the various scents of people, plants, and mostly everything a 10 mile radius, one in particular smell had caught his attention when they first arrived here and that was the scent of his ‘allies’ in the animal kingdom or pet kingdom if you think about it. Just like New York, the Hawaiian Islands weren’t that different when came to colonies of stray cats. Even if they weren’t invisible to the human sight at the moment, they were there…just hiding like the cautious animals they were.

Picking up a rock while Trish seemed to be in a dilemma state about something he couldn’t quite read through her stoic expression, he took this time as the opportunity to press the rock against the stabbed fishes and pushed them off the sharp end of the pike and on to the ground. Though it was on grass and dirt at least the food wouldn’t go to waste with him trying to eat it. ”Free meal, just don’t act like the canines and have the omega’s eat last. If anything, have a fight to the death first.” He half chuckled and murmured that to himself before bring his attention back to Trisha once again with amusement back in those odd yellowish eyes of his.

When she spoke up again this time he just had to arch a brow up and look at her. Coffee….now? Normally he’d stare at her for long minute but then that would have been asking for it so like the ‘considerate’ guy he was, Jeri abided to her favor. But not before bringing his brows together and letting that famous word all teenagers said at weird situations like this. ”Okaaaaaaay…..”

Walking to her back, he unzipped the bag and grabbed out one of the very LARGE canteens that contained the love of this cop’s life….coffee. For second he felt a sting of jealously but then after Trish and Allie got him hooked on the stuff he couldn’t blame her for liking this caffeinated elixir. Zipping the bag back up, he unscrewed the lid which also served as a cup and poured some coffee in it before giving the cup and canteen to Trish so she had more access in distributing more coffee to her cup if she wanted seconds or even thirds. Knowing this lady, Jeri knew she’d do just that. Looking away for a moment, he gave Trisha and her best buddy in a cup some alone, although not before letting out a snicker of his own accord.

While he had been looking away, Jeri took this as an opportunity to think about how they plan on getting onto the boat. Just asking out of the blue would be stupid and an option he best crossed out quickly, because no fishermen would just let two people ‘borrow’ their boat for something they couldn’t talk about. Yet, then again there was the police approach which he’d known both Trish and Allegra for doing when ‘borrowing’ vehicles. It was flash their badges and say it was for police business and if only if they didn’t obliged then it was the all famous signature move aunty Allie learned from grand theft auto which was pull them out the vehicle and ride off with person sitting on their bum speechless. I think that only happened though with ‘rich snobs’. So taking over the boat wouldn’t be too difficult. It wasn’t a yacht and wasn’t owned by a whale killing organization, so it was all good.

Noticing that he gave Trish enough time to savor her delicious elixir, Jeri finally spotted out the question that had been bugging him all this time. ”Soooooooooooo. How are we taking the boat? Are we gonna ask politely like nice people? Do it the cop way? Or my favorite, steal it! I mean, stealing is normally something I wou-…ldn’t do.” That last part made him give her an unbreakable smile though showing a hint or nervousness that she was really going to slap him for what he just almost slipped out.

[arachnidsGrip]

It was taking a bit long for the greenIguana to respond so she clicked back to the timeline getting closer to a critical moment and opened up the Trollian view port which was........STILL ON THE STUPID COUPLE?! THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN FOUR IN THAT VIEW PORT!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAH! His stupid moirail was in DANGER and he was just asking his freaking matesprit something along the lines of WHAT DOES IT MEAN as if it was some sort of double confusion all the way across the sky! By now he should have been trying to catch up to the silver human and her silly sidekick, HE WAS KILLING TIME! Alright........it was time to get serious but she had to calm down and make sure to play her cards right.

If she didn't, this green haired punk boy who thought it was cool to pierce himself up was going to SCREW UP and be the reason his freaking friend has to suffer along with a whole lot of people including himself! Narrowing her eyes a bit at the screen in disappointment with a frown of disgust, she quickly picked up an 8-Ball and muttered, "Is this 8lundering idiot going to get his moirail killed?" Practically hissing out those words as she shook the `mystical o8ject`, a couple shakes aaaaaaaand she stopped only to grit her teeth and death glare at the stupid freaking `ASK LATER`. Slamming it into the desk with ALL HER H8 causing royal blue liquid similar to that of her own blue blood, splattering it upon herself and a puddle upon her desk with chunks of black plastic, friggin hell! Letting out a low growl trying to get rid of a little legit anger. Of all the answers it could give........! FINE! It was time to take fate into her own hands and try gearing them AWAY from the doomed timeline to prevent a lot of useful people from either going ape shit crazy or dieing, she furiously typed away sending MORE texts to greenIguana.

AG: HURRY DO8SN'T ME8N ST8ND THERE!!!!!!!!
AG: 8T ME8NS HURRY 8ECAUSE HIS FRI8ND
AG: 8S
AG: GO8NG
AG: TO
AG: D8E!!!!!!!!
AG: 8t's 8ad, horri8le, an a8omination to happ8ness!!!!!!!!
AG: Yo8'll see f8r yo8rself soon, even 8f yo8 d8n't 8elieve me n8w and 8f the 8oth of yo8 keep stand8ng there aft8r TH8T........
AG: Th8n yo8 w8ll d8scover 8t the hard w8y, 8t w8ll S8CK!!!!!!!!
AG: 8y the way, it will 8e 8ad for you too.
AG: Even if you h8 her.
AG: That death will 8ite you like a 8ig hungry sp8der too.
AG: (::::
AG: So I suggest you 8oth hurry.
AG: Oh and your vision will 8e a 8ig pain in your human gru8 8rain........
AG: 8ut don't worry!
AG: It'll 8e quick, painful........8ut quick.
AG: Almost like that silver female's death will 8e except less permanent of course if you two keep standing there!!!!!!!!
AG: You're 8oth a8le to a8andon a horri8le fate if you act NOW!!!!!!!!

THERE. TAKE THAT QUICKLY SENT PLETHORA OF MESSAGES! FINALLY calming down a bit after that getting back to her normal typing quirk....she hopefully used the right method to persuade these two to stop standing there. Bleh........looked like she was going to have to actually keep an eye on these two doofs until she either got them moving or whatever. Seriously she figured this guy cared enough about his friend to not take any risks involving her life........what if she was wrong an they were really in a kismesissitude level of black romance and he would just not mind at all if this silver female human died. If worse came to worse she had back up plans ready to be executed. Always have a way out...that was her motto but these two would be a lot easier to work with so she had to try her best. Glancing on over to the little eight sided die from the busted 8-Ball, she picked it up off of her desk looking at all the answers and it showed her `YES.` initially........ "8etter not 8e........"

Vriska couldn't help but mutter grumble out those words while glaring down at the little thing, she didn't want any key party members for the big problem on the horizon to fall over dead. That meant training MORE competent heroes!

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Recalling how he mentioned about not really feeling hungry because of his disastrous encounter with the ocean today as she impatiently swiped the cup amd canteen. "Thanks." Even blurting out that single word in a fashion matching her swiping motion of extreme impatience. Meh....as long as they survived this she'd treat him to a burger or hope Allegra would give him her wallet she'd will to him in the event she died so he could get himself something nice. ROUND ONE! Trisha guzzled the delicious elixir of coptastic life and already began to feel a little better. This wasn't enough though....so she poured herself another cup and guzzled that one down as well while walking along. .....why was she using a cup?

Shrugging and just drinking directly from the canteen, chugging with skill while making sure she didn't trip over anything. After a good long moment, she pulled the canteen away from her lips and spun the cap on with a smirk as though all was right in her world of odd misfortune. "I may have finally realized I lost something today, but this makes up for it some how. Can't go wrong with coffee...!" Showing off a bit of her real colors for a change seeing how her witty and somewhat sarcastic tone decided to make an appearance going well with her slivery smirk. Hmmm...but now Jeri had a proposition which caused the metal meta with a knack for contorting refined earth...how to take the boat. What oh what would they ever do to get it?!

SUCH A DILEMMA! .....hah...not for this cop! Narrowing her eyes slightly as she snickered feeling a bit better than before....she wasn't going to live a dull life just because she was a cop. Not her style, after all....gotta do things the unorthodox way at times otherwise it was just boring. "Relax, Jeri. We're going to steal the boat like cops and return it when they're done. I need a good laugh after all that dramatic crap earlier. When you lose some, you gotta win something....let's rock this hell hole and not tell your Aunty that I had to vent a little." That smirk and tone was fun lovingly devious with touches of snarkiness to it before putting on her poker face of stoicness once again so this boatman wouldn't know what the hell hit em'. Was she a criminal? No, not at all! Putting the cap away in the massive bag and putting her hands at her sides while progressing over to the scruffy and rather hairy man.

"Hey fisherman, I need a favor. The name's Trisha Waldgrave, by order of the law and my dwindling patience I'm borrowing your boat." Plucking out her badge out of her pocket and flashing it toward the man after those seriously blunt words passed her lips and a cold stone stare locked into his eyes. He hadn't seen its design before even though her branch was gradually getting itself out there, he plucked up a harpoon and held it to the silver woman's throat. "Ye be barkin' up the wrong tree missy this here boat is mine and a land lubber like you won't be touching her...." Tilting her head slightly causing the metal device to become QUITE annoyed with its owner and bent downward. Narrowing her eyes it pinched itself being completely useless at this point cause IT DIDN'T WANNA BE HELPFUL TO HIM ANYMORE.

"There's no tree and I'm not barking. I'm Officer Trisha Waldgrave....the cop bitch who's borrowing your boat in the name of justice. Deal with it." Putting the badge back into her pocket, the harpoon decided to force itself to the ground by getting so heavy that the fisherman couldn't hold it anymore. Walking across the bridge...once she got onto the boat, the metal infused woman grasped the rail and stared down at the older man who was in OH SO MUCH SHOCK over what just happened. "Try telling your friends, Moby Dick, they'll either have no idea what the hell your talking about or know it's a bad idea to cross me." Quirking a brow after those threatening words passed her lips in a `fact of matter` fashion...she waited for her side kick to hop on board so they could start their fantastic adventure.

Whether she knew it or not, if she wasn't a cop she would have made one hell of an interesting villain! Within the depths of her mind, Trisha had a victorious look upon her sock puppet self's face upon the cardboard cut out ship and sock puppet pal Jeri flailing his little stapled on arms being like `WOAH THAT'S SO COOL!!!!!!!!`.

[cordy]

She'd been expecting a lot of things from Jax in response to the snippy, all-business tone she'd taken with him...but a genuine heart-to-heart? It hadn't been one of them. Glancing up in surprise at the first unusually serious note of his voice, Cordy found herself a bit taken aback by the equally somber expression on his face. Had she...actually gotten through to him? Her expression gradually softened as he continued speaking, because as much as she didn't like to admit it at the moment he was actually being kind of sweet - God, she was turning into such a sap.

There were about a million and one things that the brunette wanted to say to him at the moment. She wanted to remind him that neither of them were normal, that this was probably why their relationship actually worked - and that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, even if it meant they couldn't have 'normal' dates on the beach the way some other couples could. She wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if he wasn't a hero, that she'd never expected him to be - hell, Cordy hardly considered herself a hero. Angel had been the hero. He'd been the champion, but her? She was just...vision-girl. And the visions weren't always clear, and she didn't always figure out what they meant in time, but if she and a heavy metal, mohawked metahuman could do some sort of good in the world? Well, then in her opinion they should - even if that didn't exactly make them 'heroes'.

Cordelia had been intending to hold off on voicing her myriad of thoughts until Jax had finished speaking, but as it turned out...that particular conversation was going to have to wait for later. She didn't pay much attention to the ringing of Jax's phone until he whipped it out and scanned over the message he'd been sent - and suddenly, his expression became even more grim. And...more confused, for whatever reason. She arched an eyebrow expectantly as she watched him, waiting to be given some sort of explanation about whatever it was that had caught his attention...and then, to top it off, he handed her the phone and asked her whether or not he'd been sent a message from the frickin' Powers That Be. Cordy gave a quick pfft. "Oh please, The Powers have the technological know-how of a cavema--"

But as her gaze fell upon the IM flashing on the screen, she abruptly broke off. A brief, uncertain pause followed after she took in the message's contents, and then...slowly, she lifted her gaze to Jax again. Her first reaction was to jump to the conclusion that this was a trick - a trap of some sort, or at the very least a joke. But...whoever this was, they knew about her visions. How was that even possible? She opened her mouth to speak, which probably would have involved her borrowing a few expletives from Jax's vocabulary to ask what was going on, when BAM! Another set of messages came through, and Cordy almost dropped the phone in surprise. These ones actually seemed to be directed at her, as if whoever was sending these was watching them at this very moment. For a half a second she had to wonder if Jax might've been right about The Powers being behind this after all, and she even gave a brief glance up at the sky - but there was really no time for this. They could figure out who was responsible later - right now, they needed to act. Fast.

Assuming the threat to Trisha's life was indeed very real, and she'd soon be getting a vision to prove it, this mysterious person was right: they needed to get moving! Because another look down the beach told her that Jeri and Trish were currently - wait, what were they doing?! Were they...taking that man's boat? "What the hell?!" Cordelia blurted out, alerting Jax to what was going on. Had that pair finally cracked? Or was this what she was supposed to be saving Trisha from, the boat collision that was most likely to result from all of this. Cue the Celine Dion music now...ugh, anyway...Handing Jax's phone back to him, she narrowed her eyes determinedly. "Tell...whoever that is that if this is some kind of trap, I will personally hunt their cyber ass down and give them something to bitch about. And now, we should probably go save your cop buddy from...the imminent doom that lurks over all boat hi-jackers, I guess."

Yeah. Because Cordy still didn't know exactly what they were supposed to save Trisha FROM, which...was going to make the following conversation even more awkward and dubious. Marching irritably down the beach, the brunette cast another glance to the sky and let out a low growl. "Any time you wanna throw that vision my way would be great....Sparkles over there already thinks I'm a bitch, now she's gonna think I'm crazy..." Which was really just freaking WONDERFUL. Still, while it was true that Cordy wasn't exactly Trisha's biggest fan, she could hardly just stand by and allow the cop to suffer some horrible death...if that was even what was going to happen. Whatever, hopefully Jax was close behind her because she was guessing that Trisha was much more likely to listen to him than she was to her.

Quickening her pace to a half-run, the brunette gave the pair that were currently located over by the boat a falsely cheery wave, which attracted quite a few stares from the other beachgoers - not that she cared at the moment. "Hey! You two! Wait up!" she called out to them, lifting her sundress to keep it from hindering her movement as she stepped onto the dock. When she finally reached them, Cordy impatiently brushed her hair out of her face, cleared her throat, and shot the two of them an incredibly forced grin. "Well! I think we all needed that little break. Has everybody cooled off and cleared their heads? Good!" Since Trisha had already boarded, she made an attempt to inch herself between Jeri and the boat, but ended up not doing much more than just making herself look...kinda fidgety. "So who's up for some nice, safe, dry land beach activities? Not that whatever you guys had planned doesn't look...fun, but I...think a storm's coming?" Actually, the sky was....bright blue and barely a cloud was visible. Awkward. With a slight cough, she added, "...It's so funny, these Hawaiian storms, they just...sneak right up on you!" Right. That was convincing. Behind her shades, she rolled her eyes at herself and prayed that Jax had a better idea in mind for keeping Trisha and Jeri landbound. Land was good. It was much, much easier to avoid death on land than it was when you were surrounded by water. Of course, if she was unable to convince them - and she was doing a pretty sucky job thus far (granted, 'Hey Trisha! You're gonna die! Don't know how yet, but stick around 'til I find out!' probably wasn't going to work much better) - that would probably mean...that she and Jax would actually have to accompany them on the boat. Boy oh boy did that ever sound fun...

ooc:// figured I'd save her vision foooor a tiny bit later...seeing as they're barely gonna get there in time as it is at this rate xDDD!

[Jax]

Jax was not surprised of Cord's skepticism over the incoming texts. He was more then a little mystified by the whole situation himself... Honestly getting text messages alone was a novelty much less ones that knew just a bit too much about what was going on to be comfortable. He found himself shading his eyes and looking skywards trying to pick out a spy place or perhaps a spy satellite. He was about to lift his hands to the sky in his usual middle finger salute when he found his raising his eyebrow instead as Cord swear... he found that oddly hot but did not say anything to that effect as he took his phone back and peered at the new messages. His eyebrow lowered as his brow furrowed in thought as he tried to contemplate what this all meant. Who ever was on the other side knew about Cord's abilities but... this didn't seem to be something the powers that be would do and... they seemed to know what might happen... certain... notions popped in his head and were discarded as silly.

He walked after Cord as she walked across the beach. She seemed irritated with what was going on and he didn't blame her. Instead of commenting on her talk with the heavens above he played with his phone and sent back a message.

(Warning, due to legality this conversation is automatically censored by the censor software. You will see a word that is censored instead as ((C)) thank you))
GI: Who ta ((C)) are ya anyways?
GI: What ta ((C)) is this stupid piece a ((C)) doing ta my texts?
GI: ... if I find ta ((C)) person who sold me this ((C)) ((C)) ((C)) phone I am gonna punch them in ta ((C)) ((C)).

Raising his head in irritation and resisting the urge to throw it into the ocean to die a horrible wet death he instead plinked out a few more texts to try and get some feedback from this odd person who was sending them on some sorta quest.

GI: Gah... Nevermind! So where are ya anyways? Where are ya spying on us from ya voyeur?

Jax winced with the obvious lies as Cord did her best to try to convince Trish to stay on land but there is no way they would buy that. Jax figured while she might be better at talking to people usually maybe he could do something here. Lowering the phone he looked at Trish and scratched his head and then glowered at her.

"First of all ya'all aren't going anywhere until I can figure out how ta apologize right. I kinda did ya a whole lot of bad Trish and ya didn't deserve that. I am not good with #&*@ing feelings or emotions... and alot of times talking about them... I would rather have someone punch ma nuts then do that. But... I am sorry if I 'urt ya Trish. Ya deserved better then I treated ya. I should have tracked ya down and talked ta ya. I kept meaning ta, ta say hi, ta say thank ya for pulling my dumb @$$ out of ta fire, ta take ya out for a cup of coffee, ta maybe see if ya came out of that hellhole alright... I kept putting it off... and that is entirely on me. I don't really have an excuse besides I am not good with people and... I kinda didn't want people in my life at that time. I watched everyone who remotely mattered in my life either leave ma life or die horrible. I kinda figured if I didn't let anyone else in it wouldn't hurt... but... Someone taught ma I can't da that."

Jax reached up and gripping one of his mouth chains fiddled with it and pulled on it a moment, stretching his lip before releasing it.

"So... for what it is worth ta ya... and I am na sure it is worth anything ta ya anymore... I am sorry."

Shrugging to indicate that was all he could say about that Jax then held out his phone and pointed his thumb at the screen as he rolled back to the top of the message storm.

"Oh, and weird @&*! is ahoy. This is why Cord is trying ta get ya not ta board ta boat."

[arachnidsGrip]

This group of rag tag IDIOTS were practically requiring every single bit of focus she had to offer and couldn't multi-task between timelines at the moment. It was going to be up to her to do something to save them all if she had to intervene again. Vriska had a self appointed mission, NOT to let them become completely and utterly doomed since it may very well work against their session. Well, at least the jealous girlfriend of mister greenIguana over here in the view port was being useful and doing something after seeing her messages. Hah...maybe that's who the brains was cause obviously greeny over here didn't seem to play the part....or....maybe they were both idiots. What a great moirail the mohawked guy was, letting his matesprit dish out an insult. Pfffff maybe she had to work with someone else after all.

Especially with the way he was responding to her messages oh so aggressively....then again she could just have fun and toy with this like a true troll.

AG: You can call me Mindfang, 8ut I think you m8 need your think pan checked with how stupid you've 8een on the alpha timeline so far.
AG: Seriously, your poor decision making has 8een the death of some human gru8s 8ut I'm here to change that with my cool alien powers! I'll make you into a heroic Rufio instead of a constant screw up, Pupa Pan!
AG: I'm not telling you where I am aside from another universe since you don't need to know much more than that. Especially at this point of the timeline.
AG: (:::: So relax for once and try 8eing sensi8le. Could help you through a lot, even if you trick yourself into thinking it'll do more harm.
AG: Whoever spoon fed you that ru88ish needs a wake up call.
AG: Oh wait! That human gru8 who needs a wake up call is you, isn't it, Pupa?
AG: Lucky you! Today IS that wake up call day!
AG: I should pro8a8ly let you know that what your phone is doing isn't too out of place. Karkat's Trollian is glitching and doing something similar, saves us from most of his stupid ranting.
AG: Can't 8elieve I got stuck on that screaming idiot's team........

Crossing her arms over her chest while staring at the screen, lightly tapping her index finger up and down upon her arm blinking every now and then. Looking slightly disgusted after feeling a bit BLUH from remembering who's team she was on. Karkat was so stupid, one of her friends but a bit of an idiot all the same like most of her friends. He could be a great leader, really he could but he was to stubborn to ever show any real potential so she had to pull some strings here and there. Listening to his little speech toward his moirail who was leaning toward becoming his kismesis for sure. Rolling her eyes wondering why he was only taking this moment to be nice after being a bit of a jerk previously. The troll may not have been there herself, but she could see how crappy he treated her in such a small span of time. Not like she was going to mention it right away, but she could even see how he was a jerk but still nice when those two fought zombies.

He chose to live the life reminiscent of her own troll culture. Save for the fact he had a choice....she didn't...nor did her friends have that luxury. Narrowing her eyes at the thought of how he could have it easy like other humans yet chose a destructive route which not only brought him down but those around him as well from what she observed. It made him stronger but so much weaker at the same exact time. Switching over to the silver female with the tiger boy, she saw how they were definitely a good example of how moirails should be. Respectful, thoughtful, and complimenting toward one another. Vriska thought for a moment that maybe JUST MAYBE she should have contacted him instead of the mohawked wonder.

The pierced up human had something in common with her leader...save for one thing...Karkat may have been a jerk, but he was nice in his own way to those he was on good terms with and showed it a bit better than this guy she had to deal with. Maybe his heart pouring moment to female number two would actually get him somewhere. But...something was about to happen and she had to send another message....this time geared toward the person who was actually going to see it.

AG: Pretty 8old, 8ut do you think this is a good idea?
AG: You know, snatching the phone 8efore she can take a look.
AG: Then again the female you're feeling red for is in trou8le and Pupa over here is nosing in, hurting her more and more.
AG: Can't say I 8lame you for all your out8ursts, pretty sure your female friend agrees. (;:::
AG: Anyway I could use your help too. Try 8eing nicer for now, that female's life depends on good teamwork 8ecause we 8oth know she's not going to stay on some sandy filth hole when she has work to do.
AG: Even when her life is on the line, greeny over there could tell you a8out what happened in that corpse clean up.
AG: Remem8er when she left you and her other friend? The one you're rel8ed to.
AG: Greeny was one of the few survivors she went to save without 8ack up from other pigs as the female puts it. So take advantage of that and use it ag8nst his stupid stu88ornness!
AG: Make him join and help on this suicide mission to make up for all the pain he made your friend feel!
AG: D8MM8T!!!!!!!! WH8T'S TH8T 8D8OT DO8NG?!?!?!?!
AG: 8'll 8e 8ack 8n a 8it. Don't do anyth8ng stup8d!!!!!!!!

arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling greenIguana [GI]

In a while, the chat would clear itself as she exited the instant message furious about some random, stupid craziness going on with her friends. So many important things to deal with!

[Jericho Gustal]

He didn’t want to sound mean but when Trish showed her real colors like this, he had to admit it was pretty cool. She was cool. Jeri wondered if anyone back at home told her that directly to the face? It’d be a something interesting to ponder over but right now he decided to just go with the moment and flash his own version of a smirk right back at her that matched the Cheshire cat’s maniacal grin yet just a little more devious if you catch my drift. Oh were they going to have fun.

Following her lead as she placed back that expressionless mask of hers, they made their way to where the boat docked. Even though they didn’t make it to the boat it was all for good reasons since letting the owner of the boat know you were taking it was the first thing a cop would do. Be it for the good or bad of the outcome. Now due to Jeri’s experience with Trisha’s previous confrontations with unreasonable people…it was better to leave enough space for the meta cop to deal with the issue. Last time he was near her during something similar (though he won’t say) he suffered a minor head injury from a long, heavy, stainless steel fence. Reliving that incident wasn’t on his to do list this lovely day.

Like he mentioned before about Trisha, she dealt with unreasonable people and Mr. Cranky Fishman was one of those ‘unreasonable’ people. Even his defensive piraty accent hinted it off as he aimed his harpoon in the direction of her throat like an idiot with a death sentence. The old man might have thought he had the upper hand on her and all but it was the total opposite. It was so predictable who was going to win this confrontation, that the situation didn’t need Jeri’s help in moving towards their direction because he knew Trish could handle this all by her hot meta self. Watching as Trish manipulated the harpoons metal substance like putty in her hands, Jeri stared in amusement as Mr. Fisherman was baffled that his weapon wasn’t cooperating with him. Nice. Shaking his head at the sight of stupidity, he could only murmur his opinion of the man’s actions. ”Wrong move and to the wrong chick.”

Trish had of course been the first to step foot inside the boat while Jeri himself stayed on the bridge separating the two. Listening to the next set of words this meta cop had to say to Mr. Fisherman, he had to scratch out the cool label he gave her, and instead she was now considered wickedly AWESOME! Yeah, it’s a teenage thing but so what! That’s how he rolled. Walking towards the baffled old man, Jeri patted the man’s shoulder in a pity gesture before speaking up finally. ” You know Moby Dick….she’s right.” Giving the guy an ‘I feel sorry for you’ look, he patted him once more before stepping away from the man and making it beside the big boat.

Looking up to his partner, he could only let another clever smile form on those lips of his as he couldn’t help but laugh hard on the inside for what Trish had done to the man. If Allegra had been here, he for sure would have seen the two go head to head with each other on what was the ‘correct’ method of high jacking a vehicle. So much for the honorable code for COPS…. ”Did I ever mention you are the most awesome cop I’ve ever known?” Finally letting out a laugh, he stopped himself for a moment and brought his hand up in that stop like manner. ”On second thought, don’t answer that.” After that, he let himself get the rest of his laughs of his system before moving over to the small bridge like runaway that connected the boat to the wooden dock.

Before he could step one foot on ramp, Jax’s hubby had decided to make herself known to the two by waving her hand in a way that made Jeri question what else he was beginning to think of this lady. As the brunette lady made her way to the dock and a little near to where Jeri was standing, the young weretiger was even more suspicious as he watched her force a grin and offered the two to return to the safety of the sandy floors of this island for……beach activities? Ooookaaaay…. Now this was a little out of character for the supposedly title girlfriend of Green Iguana. To his understanding, girlfriends wouldn’t normally try to associate with potential threats to a relationship when they first meet each other…..so why the change of heart all of a sudden?

And then her next set of words was something to do with an oncoming storm. Sniffing the air and looking around the horizon of the ocean and then to the sky that hid somewhat behind the mountains, nothing ringed like crazy about a storm approaching. And yes, one of the other cool specs to being part animal was that you had animal instinct when natural disasters were at foot. Quirking a brow and tilting his head suspiciously, he didn’t know if it was ‘safe’ to respond back since it wasn’t common for a woman like herself to act this way. Or at least that’s what he thought, seeing as she didn’t look like the average weirdo that him, Trisha, and Green Iguana were…but there were more humanly society mannerism she had that they didn’t. And yeah he thought humanly society was better than saying normal, so sue him.

As he expected, Green Iguana had followed after his girlfriend. Oh great….And then came the whole speech about how he was gonna figure out a way to apologize, then apologizing, then making the lamest excuse of a life time, AND THEN rubbing salt in the wound by talking about how he finally opened up to the woman standing right next to him. Niiiiice. Jeri had practically rolled his eyes as a frown set in motion to such a stupid speech. Well, the guy was right. He didn’t know how to explain things properly and this was exhibit A. Good thing the speech and apology had ended with his cell phone being put in front of them to see cause it had been way better on focusing on such annoying things.

Peering at a few of the words in the message, it seemed to catch his attention like a cat eyeing a toy. Except this toy made him concerned since it was like the green iguana mentioned, it was a warning about them boarding the boat. How so? Taking a few steps and towards the guy, he plucked the phone from his clutches and read through the previous messages and then back fast like any teenage experienced with cell phone messages. He didn’t even give a damn for being rude to take the guy’s phone from him as Jeri was now interested and amused at same time to the messages. He had to agree on a few things arachnidsGrip said. Some of it was very concerning since it was about Trisha’s life being in danger. A small fear wanted to express itself on his face but he was stubborn to let it and also became preoccupied now with another message (aside from the second warning about getting a move on).

Doing a double take that this unknown user under the name arachnidsGrip and now Mindfang was directing their conversation to him while backing their selves up with enough information to make him somewhat paranoid, Jeri continued quietly reading through the long text though some of the boy’s composure was now gone. Mindfang was kind enough to bring light to the situation as to how Jax and Trish met which made him somewhat relieved someone had her back during the time of absence with them but at the same time he was a bit jealous. It couldn’t be helped of course since it was in her nature to help when called, but back to the point he didn’t want to admit but Mindfang was right. They were about to tress into dangerous waters and he knew back up was gonna be needed if these messages didn’t make it clear enough especially the ‘suicide mission’ part that made him a bit nervous.

Noticing as Mindfang had to go and leave them as blind as a bat to their possible doom; he finally closed the phone shut and tossed it back to green iguana. ”Here.” He looked back to Trish on the boat and let out a sigh before giving her that defeated look as he said ”They think you’re gonna be in great danger once we cross the ocean on this large floaty device. Sad thing is, I believe them. Yet knowing you Trish, my most strong willed doughnut loving boss, you’re still gonna go anyway.” Crossing his arms and staring at the two with a look that told them he wasn’t happy about something that involved one of them. By all the fiber in his being that told him ‘no way in hell’, he was gonna to try and convince this shameless man to help avoid a possible death to a person he cared about. ”So, if you don’t want nothing BAD to happen, you’re more than welcome to join us. This invitation of course is more towards you green iguana since you do owe her. It’d be GREAT if you could JOIN US on this boat ride.” He emphasized those words as he spoke the last sentence through his teeth.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Actually taking a moment to crack her serious composure with a smirk toward Jeri as he proceeded to kick some amusing flattery in her general direction. It was actually really pleasant being around him, little to no stress and could make her smile like Allie could pull off at times when they weren't around the rookies. Snickering a bit in response before she lightly shook her head, the silvery woman turned around on the verge of going to see if it was necessary to punch someone out for additional hostility in this take over....her smile melted down into a frown. That voice...that...stupid...bitch's voice. God...it was so sugar coated she felt like she was going to get a cavity and convulse into a diabetic coma.

"I don't need you to kiss my ass. So shove those words right back down your throat 'cause this pig doesn't want that sugar coated bullshit today. Here's a novel idea, you and Jax will love it. Go swap spit with him on the sand and then you can keep him away from me like you're dying to do. I have work to do that could mean lots of innocent and even stupid people die if left unattended. Why don't you pretend not to hate my guts when I'm not busy?" Harshly saying those words in a blunt, cold manner as she looked over her shoulder giving the woman a glare knowing how much of a load it was that she wanted to actually be anywhere near her precious metal head boyfriend.

Fully turning around while sliding her hands into her pockets, she honestly had this `I don't give a fuck` look on her face in the event this love of Jax's life actually got offended. Seriously, she could care less about hurting the feelings of someone who didn't want to let someone she no longer considered much of a friend hang out with her to catch up. Oh woooonderful....and here came her tail. Great. Pfff and he was toying with his cell phone, was he doing online shopping from it to make the girlfriend happy? Probably. Maintaining that stoic composure, she was starting to wonder what was with all these interruptions. Just as she was about to tell Jeri they should just get the hell out of here already, it seemed like Jax had plans on delaying them MORE.

A whole heartfelt apology was being dished out in her general direction and she could tell it wasn't a glitter coated turd. So for that because she knew how hard it must have been to actually come up with all those colorful words strung along on a single sentence, she flashed off a genuine smile that wasn't so fake that it'd make Barbie look real. No no this one was nothing short of sincere. Plus, Jeri whipped the phone away so she couldn't waste MORE time to grab it and read through what he was asking her to. "Let's face it, Jax...if I died you wouldn't have noticed until that shit hit the papers. But even then you may not have seen it since you got that girl over there taking up all your attention just the way you want it. I'll be honest, I looked for you to make sure you were okay and offer you a job." Bringing her hand up to her chin holding back a crap load of tears to avoid making things more dramatic, she narrowed her eyes slightly as though she was sort of at peace with it all keeping that smile while continuing to speak in a kind tone.

"Not like you'd want it, following me around n' all would be a nightmare for you. Your life's gonna be much better without me, didn't miss me then and I don't think you'll start now. So I forgive you, you're even with me, now go live your new life and make babies with the person you actually want to be around." At peace with all those damn metaphorical knives chilling in her back. Moving her hand off of her chin while tilting her head slightly to the side still smiling a bit as she slid her hand into her pocket. "It doesn't matter that I was hoping to help you through all of those losses, especially since Gotham Police Department wanted you and your friends dead. I went against orders, got myself in the frying pan for some thugs thinking they're people too, of course you can't trust me but you can trust and open up to someone you were probably set up on a blind date with. This is the part where I disappear into the sunset and you don't have to deal with me again, Jax. Just remember, rock on and keep trying at whatever the hell you want in your life!"

Giving off a wink as she brought a hand up for the universal symbol of rock on, continuing to bottle in what her sock puppet rendition was: BAWLING ITS FREAKING EYES OUT. There was no usual playful sarcasm, she wasn't even ninjaing sarcasm, she meant every word....plus she knew most people hated her guts and would rather she got a pike rammed through her heart so she could FINALLY shut up. Or just keep her around to be used repeatedly...hell it was the on-going story of her life. She needed to get going since she wasn't sure how long she could keep the sadness of actually blurting out her real opinion. What a concept, she actually CARED without the manipulation of Jax's ability! Just about to tell Jeri it was time they get to work, she noticed the grim look on his face actually looking at the messages. Looking a bit worried since she was keeping the stoic mask off for now...she thoughtfully spoke up with genuine concern as she slid her hand back into her pocket, "Jeri...?"

The look of defeat from him was something she wasn't accustom to...not at all...they all believed she was in great danger if she was going to take a ride on the GIANT STOLEN FLOATY. Good ol' unintentionally occasionally a cosplayer over there even managed to point out how she'd go anyway which was true as can be. One life, being her's, getting sacrificed didn't matter in her opinion...as long as everyone was safe. Besides her dad hinted off that the freak accident she became wasn't something that could be killed off with ease. Her sock puppet self was in shock at the moment while sniffling up a storm at the offer being extended toward the two...mostly Jax it seemed. Grasping onto the rail leaving some dents in it, she actually seemed a bit annoyed yet trying to be polite...oh geeze she should really put the `YOU CAN'T TELL HOW I'M FEELING` mask back on but... "I'll be alright, Jeri. You're all the back up I need, we don't need to interrupt Jax's happy new life today or any day."

Turning her attention over to Jax who was receiving messages of her DOOM, she quirked a brow and spoke in a somewhat mellow yet irked tone trying to be polite, "Let me make something clear, I see us as being even. You don't owe me a damn thing because you're alive and that was all I wanted anyway. That's why I bothered jumping into the frying pan like the bacon I am and that's why I'm doing it again. I'll keep people safe even if it means I'm in deep shit. Stay here with blind date girl where it's nice and safe continuing not to have me play any role in your life aside from being that crazy bitch cop who came to help that one time you never give so much as a second thought about, alright?" Giving the couple a stern look, she then turned around and began walking off to get this stupid thing moving. If this thing was strong enough to kill her she had to not only be careful but she had to hurry the hell up and kill it before it could kill her. Regaining that stoic `HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA YOU CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE` composure while snapping out in a blunt, near emotionless tone aside from a sense of duty.

"Anyone who wants to defy the odds follow me. We're going to get this damn show on the road and prove the ominous messages DEAD wrong. First person who gets the joke wins a pat on the back later." Oh horrible sense of humor belonging to Trish....it liked being around!

[arachnidsGrip]

{This thread is receiving the AXE due to what appears to be lack of interest....so here's what happened for those of you who actually wanted to see this thing go through. So after Allie and I got our deliberation on, we figured out the best route would be this!

JAX AND CORDY WERE OFF DOING THINGS THAT THEY NORMALLY DO IN THEIR NORMAL LIVES OF NORMAL AND TOGETHERNESS. TRISH AND JERI WORKED AS AN EPIC TEAM AND DEFEATED THE EBIL MONSTER! RAWR RAWR EBIL MONSTER SLAYING!!! VRISKA MONITORED THE FIGHT AND IT WAS AWESOME. THIS IS JUST ANOTHER TIMELINE THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE THAT ONLY VRISKA HOLDS KNOWLEDGE OF. VRISKA HAS HAD NO COMMUNICATION WITH JAX IN THE ALPHA TIMELINE AS OF YET. BUT CONTACTED HIM IN AN OFFSHOOT TIMELINE WHICH DOESN'T AFFECT THE CONTINUITY AND BLAH BLAH BLAH ASIDE FROM VRISKA OF COURSE.

THE END.

This was one of the best summaries ever and you know it.}