Agent Popsicle
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``I...um...I think you should shut your damn mouth, please.``
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Oct 11, 2011 3:41:47 GMT -5
{NOTES: So far this is going to lead into a showdown between Agent Popsicle and MISTAH JAX GARDENER. Unless Jax is more than happy to crawl into a cage XD !!! SO...place your bets, boys and girls...there is NO determined winner in this round....HOW EXCI---TING~! 38D !!! lolhomestuckreferencesuchadork. We may invite others later which is why we has happen invite tag! Depends on the route of things :3! } The `dumbest` agent at the Chao family's disposal held onto the white fedora with a black band near the rim with one hand and held the phone up to her ear with the other. Wearing a calm smile she spoke gently into the phone. "Um...yes they don't suspect that I'm truly smart enough for this...but...um...I have all the cards in my hand I believe, Ms. Trish. Don't worry about this case at all, I have it under control. ..............hmm...um...no.....my target is not a contact of yours or at least I don't think so.............well familiarity or not....um....I...um...I need to apprehend this criminal right away. Your contacts have more um...common sense...than my target and much more careful. ......................well...there are quite a few charges...I'm surprised he slipped under the radar for so long.....um....well...no matter...I...I um...think I can do this. .......um.......you...um...should please trust me....and rest before you forget more of the new recruits. I need to go....if my calculations are correct....the environment will be in my favor.................................................th-that's....kind of funny....and right....b-but I think I have it this time....g-good bye and rest....or...I could tell Allegr-"
Blinking a bit looking a little confused, she began to wonder if the phone disconnected or Trish FINALLY decided to rest rather than try to con her out of this case so miss `I HAZ CONCUSSION BUT I BE WORKAHOLIC` could handle it. It was a bit personal to the young woman who went under the name of Agent Popsicle and...had a colorful list of nicknames. Why was a case about some typical punk with piercings up the wazoo and a mohawk so personal? WELL....it was because innocent people were killed due to his carelessness and to her that struck a nerve. Something had to be done....something drastic if his sympathy wasn't acceptable. Adults and senior citizens weren't the only victims....children too...that just didn't bode with her. Right now she wasn't showing it but on the inside she was pretty pissed off but held optimistic hope that he would be exceptionally reasonable to acceptable standards.
So for now she was pretty chill, however she wasn't chill enough to bottle up her smarts entirely....from her calculations on the forecast....it should rain at some point and even if it didn't there was enough humidity and moisture in the air for her to work with. Hell...she wasn't even wearing a skirt today...that's how serious she was about this case. Instead it was a pair of black shorts, though she kept the high heeled dress boots on which went up a bit beyond her ankle. White with black shoe strings and stitches, of course! Strapped onto her hips were a pair of huge super soakers customized to auto pump for one helluva blast attached to a fairly large water tank that looked like it should be in a big office or something secured on her back. Putting away the phone in her black vest which was cut around her bust, she stuffed a squirt bottle into one of the holsters under her arms along with a pack of popsicle sticks. The other holster had an actual gun...and boy oh boy did it look harmless!
It most certainly was far from it....this thing had two capabilities...primary being a power neutralizer and the other a stun gun. It didn't last forever but it was useful all the same. Putting the fedora on her head and adjusting her shades with sapphire lenses so they concealed her translucent optics that barely had a hint of blue at all. Keeping on her belts and gloves to reduce her power....she didn't want to accidentally do anything rash just by meeting him and would only discard them bit by bit if he needed a MAJOR ass whoopin' lesson. Which....of course....she had no qualms against if she didn't hear all the right words. Securing her watch around her rolled up sleeve like a cuff....she opened up the door and headed on out without ANY metal in her attire aside from the communicator watch and phone. After a while of calmly walking along...and way too many weirded out looks....she has set up a little trap of sorts.
A false sale of sorts was supposed to take place in some supposedly abandoned junk yard. Sure...he'd have a bit of an advantage...but so would she in her own way. Having it located near a pond was a good plan on her part in case her fully rainy weather to be calculations were made of complete and utter fail....or mother nature wanted to be a troll under her bridge of schemes. Passing through the gates, she looked around and muttered out "Hello....? Mister Jax Gardener? Fellow who...um...sells very illegal but useful weapons?" The coat tails of her dress shirt trailed along behind her as she looked around all confused-like hoping to find him.
"I...um...I want to talk to you....please? I'm being...um...polite so...um...I...um....I don't want any unneeded aggression directed at me for being civil toward you....." Slooooowly...she peered around a stack of tires quirking a brow and mumbling a little add on.... "S-since it's really quite stupid to...um...be rude to someone when they're not treating you poorly.....are you here?" Far from being short, unlike her boss, she had a bit of height to her....about average for a seventeen year old such as herself yet a few inches taller, really. WELL! Seeing how illegal transactions generally didn't take place in broad daylight, the sky was full of pretty colors since the sun was getting ready to say `GOOD BYE YOU GAIZ`. Though...it was really suspicious that there were some lights strung around the place gradually flickering on. With a slight shudder, she couldn't help but wonder if this place was haunted or actually inhabited by people.
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Jax
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God of Metal
You can't stop the metal.
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Post by Jax on Oct 11, 2011 19:10:56 GMT -5
Jax scratched his shoulder in irritation, his finger nails scratching the scabs healing underneath. It hadn't been long since the encounter with the creatures known as the Gith or their attempt to enslave him. To turn him into either a puppet or some sort of food. He never quite understood what that girl had been yapping about. It had kinda flown over his head. He did understand apparently he had declared war on several dimensions... and he had happily scratched that off his bucket list. But the wounds were still healing, and he was still coming to grips to finding out that... the Earth apparently loved him? Not a general love but him specifically. It was this... warm feeling on the very edge of his awareness leaking into him along with his power it made him feel.... hella awkward. It felt like there was this person... on the horizon wanting to give him a hug for no reason what so ever. This coupled with the vague hearing of many conversations whenever he was near a phone line made sleeping a bit... rougher.
Reaching down he pulled on his new coat. The old one had been damaged in the battle beyond repair so he had replaced it with something he had... special ordered. The new black leather coat was ankle length black leather and strange symbols had been written out on the back and shoulders with metal studs. Rather then button holes it had hooks on one side and chain links on the other the hooks could clip to. For some reason the more... sophisticated look appealed to him more now that he was the 'Mage of The Earth's Bones" whatever that meant. He had grown out his hair in the process of awakening at that too was a bit different. Rather then a single long green mohawk it had been split into three randomly spiked green mohawks growing in lines from the back of his head to the front. They were only three inches long and the areas that were without mohawk were black buzz cut hair. The look was strangely more... regal then the previous look. He took a glance at himself in a busted up mirror attached to a gutted Ford Taurus. Reaching out he pulled the mirror off the car and looked at himself. The piercings were unchanged, and his facial hair the same but the look... worked.
Grunting at the unexpected vanity from his mage side Jax tossed the mirror onto the the dirt and turned away irritably as he looked at the bag besides him. His order of "A bunch of illegal weapons that could hurt people" Oddest order he had gotten in a long time but... hey whatever the customer wanted that is what they got. He kicked the duffel bag lightly and shrugging looked up at the sky. Rain coming in... well he supposed this might be a trap but if they knew him enough to request his work specifically they would probably know this was not the best place to spring a trap on him. So he would take his chances. He was reflecting on this as he heard the voice of what he assumed was his client. She sounded a bit nervous as she should be the things she was saying... were beyond odd for a hardened criminal. He called out resisting the urge to yell 'POLO'. Stepping out into the light from underneath the shadows cast by a overhanging car.
"Nah, I'm da @^%&ing toothfairy 'ere ta deliver @&* @&*3ed washers and bolts ta good little boys and girls. Ya got da money or are we wasting time?"
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Agent Popsicle
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DERPINA Stupidly Smart
``I...um...I think you should shut your damn mouth, please.``
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Oct 12, 2011 4:15:34 GMT -5
Hearing a bit of clanging, she instinctively pulled out her squirt bottle that was so harmless it was, at most, usually used for attacking a misbehaving animal by normal people. Such as `BAD DOG! -SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT- STEALING BISCUITS IS BAD! -SQUIRT SQUIRT-` was the most threatening these things were. Normally though, it was used for spraying plants or something to aid with a little moisture and humidity. So...really....it looked so stupid of her to point it like a gun in the man's general direction with both hands. Batting her lashes in sheer confusion....she....was...very confused. This didn't look much like her target....the face yes but....wait...what....? He was saying he was the tooth fairy and demanded money...?
Didn't tooth fairies...GIVE money? He had this all backwards and either he was confused, being a smarty pants, or having an attempt at humor. It was more than likely one of the last two...judging by his attire and such, it looked almost like he was a mage rather than a metahuman. Then again...he looked a bit similar...oh well it was just clothes, right? Well...she blurted out a little comment in regards to him claiming to be a tooth fairy despite her logical conclusion, kinda like second nature word vomit commentary! "Um...you...you aren't the tooth fairy....or...um...more specifically a tooth fairy. As much as I'd like washers and bolts...my friend with a concussion would like them when she can do more work again. Erm...anyway a-are you...um...Mister Jax Gardener's brother or...um...did you get a hair cut?"
Saying those words in an oddly calm fashion, she just realized something quite important. Oh yes it was so important that she looked a little surprised, not much though. What was the important thing? WELL! "Oh...oh no! I owe you money for those things and you didn't get paid...I'm so sorry about that...I'll pay you when you get out of jail, I promise....it's not right to scam people for their hard work." Offering a reassuring smile, she adjusted her pointed sapphire tinted shades and kept the squirt bottle trained on him while continuing to speak in a mellow tone, "Due to overwhelming evidence we have gathered...you are under arrest for um...providing weapons to dangerous criminals and murderers among um...too many things for me to list at this time. H-however...the weapon thing is most crucial since many innocent lives were lost due to your...um...carelessness. I'm Agent Popsicle assisting the...um...Metahuman Containment Team branch of the New York Police Department a-as a temporary replacement for their leader, my friend who I'd like to hurry back to and gather a get well gift for, while she's on sick leave. Erm...well...I-I'm not their leader replacement to a um...proper degree...j-just the muscle she usually provides against those of your caliber we have on file. I'm safely assuming your look is a bit different from what the intelligence department provided me, however you are still Mister Jax Gardener who was once residing in Gotham...and...um....n-not a tooth fairy who gives nice boys and girls washers and bolts..."
Pulling out a badge with a dragon at the top with the letters M.C.T directly below the intimidating creature originally thought to be nothing more than a myth. However below those large letters there were smaller print saying METAHUMAN CONTAINMENT TEAM. Normally, one would expect the badge to be plastic but this one most certainly was not. It was a very durable plastic dyed to be a silvery hue. Much like the one Trisha had a tendency to carry around while in uniform. Clipping it onto her vest, she figured it was best to keep it on so if he was too busy laughing hysterically at her stupidity like most people did...he'd be able to look at that and remember she's with law enforcers trained to deal with people like him and not joking. Considering they had enough information on him to know metal was a bad idea to have on hand in his presence, she brought along one of the plastic versions. Still training the NOT INTIMIDATING LOOKING squirt bottle filled up with water, which wasn't going to be so silly looking if he made any questionable movement.
"I...I'm going to read you your rights now....ok? I would appreciate it if you would please...um....be cooperative through this process...s-since...um...things will go much better that way for you...." It sounded like she aspired to be a peaceful pacifist, but by golly in her heart and mind she had no problem beating the tar out of him until he could no longer move if he was going to be troublesome! Part of her job she didn't mind at all was offering a butt whoop fest when individuals got violent or combat was the way to go. OBVIOUSLY she wouldn't condone nor celebrate the idea of killing, that wasn't her thing at all. Gotta keep em' alive so they can learn and grow!
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Jax
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God of Metal
You can't stop the metal.
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Post by Jax on Oct 12, 2011 13:15:45 GMT -5
Get... out of jail? Jax had been listening a bit bewildered as the woman had talked, another woman with odd hair in his life and this one seemed... well he was beginning to wonder if she had a guardian or care taker that he should be talking to instead. She had actually been confused about the tooth fairy thing... she had actually considered it and now she was mentioning jail? While keeping an eye on her he concentrated on his bike on the edge of the junkyard, concentrated on the sigil he had carved by hand upon it. Concentrated on the work he had done and called to it. While this woman talked about his crimes, his 'badness' and assured him she would pay him... after he got out of jail... and revealed her connection to legitimate authority he looked at her and pleasantly smiled as she asked him to come quietly. He smiled as he heard the roaring of an engine coming from a distance, he smiled as speakers on a distance PA system in the junkyard, as his bike, as a few cars, all began to play heavy metal music. He smiled and reached out one hand to the side as he looked at her.
"Miss... okay not gonna call ya Popsicle. That is just na happening.... Miss Deep. I don't go anywhere quietly... and I ain't bout ta start now."
Jax could do alot of things, call on the power of metal, withstand lightning... but he was not an idiot and the NYPD would not have sent one woman unless they were quite sure of her. Rather then stand and fight which he tried never to do with cops to begin with he had another plan in mind. Reaching up to take a drag on a cigarette in his mouth with one hand he paused in motion... and thne bolted reaching out with the extended hand towards a wall of cars, touching the wall that begin to glow faintly as runes popped up on cars starting with the one he touched and then spreading outwards as the cars began to shift as some became heavier, some became lighter, and some bent like tissue as a chain reaction went through the wall. The tumbled from their places around Jax, as if avoiding the heavy metal punk as he climbed over a crushed VW beetle that seemed to be made of a bunch of other beetles and didn't wince as a falling hood bounced off his shoulder. It hit as light as a feather, and was crunched under a car with a clang. As he moved through a hole in the falling rubble he swore liberally spouting profanities that would make a sailor blush.
Finally getting from one corridor of metal to another Jax's didn't slow, slapping his hand on a hood in passing another bout of runes spread across the hood as the metal twisted, stretched, and changed going from a hood to a classic kite shield... granted a kite shield covered in rust spots in the shape of Elvis, but still a kite shield. Keeping it ready to bring between him and the still tumbling rubble of a generation of car users Jax bolted heading towards the sounds of his bike hoping the noise, rubble, and mayhem confused his arresting officer. It wasn't that Jax was scared of the police, it's just he owed one officer in particular a great deal and it was her unit this woman was in so she might be... upset if she hurt her too bad unneeded. Jax winced as he ran promising himself he would call her or something as soon as he got home. Maybe send her a bouquet of spark plugs or something.
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Agent Popsicle
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DERPINA Stupidly Smart
``I...um...I think you should shut your damn mouth, please.``
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Oct 14, 2011 4:30:43 GMT -5
Maybe he wasn't such a bad person and just a little misguided and confused....as well as in dire need of money! Why on the big ol' Earth else why would he smile back...? ...unless....he...had a devious plan and was happy about that? Well she had a back up plan if he was going to attack and could initiate it fast enough so for now it was okay to give this fellow the benefit of a doubt...wasn't it? ....hold up....there was an engine roaring in the distance. In that second....her `there's gonna be a chase` senses that all security protecting and enforcing types developed over time were going kinda OH NOES at this moment. Though he seemed to be in such a good mood...GAH NO NO NO HE WASN'T!
Something was terribly wrong with...you know...music just SUDDENLY playing out of the clear blue! Acting like a moron really made horrible habits but it was better than people looking at her as a dangerous and scary person. Time to initiate the plan then. Giving off a look of surprise, she dropped the squirt bottle which fell to the ground and cracked a bit enough for water to seep out. Listening to him speak and keeping her eyes locked on him...she really wished it would start raining already...then he'd have what she liked to call a slim to none chance of escaping her for sure. Quirking her brows a bit at how he refused to call her Popsicle and gave her the nickname of Ms. Deep. Oh geeze....and he refused to go quietly...on derpy verbal reflex she couldn't help but respond with a mellow, "I don't mind if you're blasting music while I take you to the station...w-wait..."
Even though she figured that logically confirmed her feeling of running away thus initiating a chase scene of sorts...those words STILL found their way to the verbal exit. The smoking she didn't mind...but...oh when he started bolting. Agent Popsicle minded plenty! He was moving his hand toward the cars and... "Um! P-please freeze, Mister Jax G-" Pleading out those words calmly as she reached out, her hand twitched lightly backwards as she noticed the cars starting to shake. Looking up throw sapphire tinted lenses, her translucent blue optics took in the sight for a moment then looked back and yelled out in a sincerely concerned tone, "S-STOP! You're going to make your charges worse! Please come back and let me arrest you the peaceful way!"
Shitsicles...! The peculiar female noticed he wasn't coming back and knew being polite wasn't going to work. .....good...avenging those innocents who could still be alive today was something she itched to do since it felt wrong to let it slide so easily. Seemed like he was the sort who needed to have sense smacked into him through an old fashioned ass kicking leading to a common sense `STOP DOING THAT!` lesson being learned. Narrowing her eyes, she quickly unbuckled the belts around her wrists outside of her gloves and shoved them into the pockets of her shorts while fluidly moving her hands toward the super soakers before pulling them right up and out of their holsters pointing it toward a glowy rune coated car stumbling down toward her squeezing the trigger to release a stream of water. It quickly crystalized into an alien consistency which was ice but oh so much stronger. So strong that it stabbed into the van before oh so very quickly ripped it in half when she widened her eyes. Releasing the trigger, the abnormally strong ice OBVIOUSLY not of this world's consistency spread like a web across the cars pushing them in place and wrapping around.
It wasn't going to hold forever but...the cracked squirt bottle seemed to have snowflakes fluttering up and attaching themselves to her back. Focusing on a pair of nice, strong and proportionately sized functioning eagle wings....that's exactly what formed in a matter of seconds. It was made of the same alien ice she was using on the cars....ah yes...the stupid girl wasn't so stupid after all! Glancing around for a moment.....where did he go....? Hearing the thin, yet sturdy ice web creak allowing a few things to fall through from all the force....she had to hurry the hell up and find him right away! Huh...what the....a string of profanities that...didn't go with ANY of the songs hit her ears like a knife. The extreme ice generator and manipulator all-in-one whipped her head in the familiar voice's direction and noticed the hole.
"Um...this won't end well for you." Those words were muttered in a dangerously calm and cold fashion as she sprinted on after him. Giving a swift beat of her winter wings with a short leap, Jax's icey pursuer got a boost thrusting her forward aiding with the catch up process. Folding the ice wings against her back prompted the ice web with what almost seemed to have a mind of its own quickly slither and follow her path to keep her safe from insanely dangerous debris. Leaning down and forward, she ran quickly as though her life depended on catching up to him. Holding the super soakers upward, rushing on after him enough to use him for getting the hell out of these metal corridors. The strange ice was communicating with her in a way telling her she had to hurry...not to slow down...these are things she knew and merely got reassurance on.
Rushed step after rushed step....the chase was on...oh yes it very much so was on. Uh oh, the sounds of a motorcycle that reminded her of a nostalgic time that officer she was filling in for took her for an insane ride a while back were getting closer and closer. Even though she had him in her sights....she was still too far to apprehend him! Damn it damn it! While running after him, she yelled out in a eerily calm tone with an unnatural chill lacing it, "Ahem...I said...please freeze." Aiming the super soaker water guns of sheer DOOM, right toward his back and the left directed at his feet. This ice would be normal as commonly found on EARF Earth since she didn't have the time to take off more chokers to give her more leverage at the moment and keeping both the wings and ice webbing maintained would be difficult if she altered water to that consistency for MORE things.
Regular ice was a cake walk though. So what happened with the streams of water? Well the one aimed at his feet were turning into slushed ice over a sheet meaning...hecka slippery surface to deal with...AND IT WAS FLAVORED PLUS SCENTED LIKE BLUE BERRY VANILLA! HOW NOMTASTIC WAS THAT?! As for the stream directed toward him, it froze and snapped off shaping itself into a large hand. Holstering both SUPAH SOAKAHS after releasing the triggers, she reached out with her right gloved hand in an attempt to grasp onto him while still chasing after the punk mage. UNFORTUNATELY for her....it would probably only tightly grab onto his coat if it grasped onto anything at all.
The depth and distance didn't help her much at all but it was still worth a shot....there was no such thing as giving up without trying in her book! Oh and the ice hand smelled lots like strawberries and apples....tasted like it too but not like anyone had the time for a snack!
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Jax
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You can't stop the metal.
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Post by Jax on Oct 17, 2011 18:40:12 GMT -5
Jax could easily prepare for many things he had hoped the carvalance would have at least slowed down the cop but as usual he was made to be a firm acquittance with being wrong as he heard her above and behind him he proceeded reintroducing himself with being wrong by running faster. He did look over his shoulder to inform her he was being arrested in the most peaceful way he knew how but then he saw her, ice wings, soaring over the junkyard, leaving the world underneath her and .... pointing a super soaker at him? His mind connected a few facts as she pointed it ahead of him and he ripped off his shield. He figured she would not turn him into Jaxsicle cause that might be fatal, she would try to slow him down. Rather then dodge, or stop or try to prevent the slip of the slush under foot he used it. Applying his power to the shield it's surface became as smooth as possible and he leapt forward using the shield as one of mankind's oldest winter toys. The sled. He zipped over the slush with little control but the burst of speed took him away from her reaching hand for a moment and perhaps a moment was all he needed as he heard a wonderful sound getting closer. His bike was coming. He just needed some more time.
The shield glided over unfrozen ground and her rolled with it, letting his momentum carry him into a car engine. His breath went out of him but he didn't allow it so stop him, he skidded to a stop and jumped up to grab a handle of a RV that was part of scrap wall and pulled open the door and slammed it shut behind him. The cop really.. really didn't seem to bright so Jax as he regarded the metal walls yelled out the window.
"TIME OUT! I gotta go ta ta bathroom. Na peeking!" Smiling he did the voodoo that he did and grabbing some scrap quickly formed a shape roughly the shape of himself and put it where the outline could be seen through the closed curtains that still hung from the curtain rod of the RV. Grinning wildly he touched the back wall and pulling a knife while altering the wall to be as soft as possible he quietly cut through the back wall away from the cop and crawled into the wall quietly as he could manage creeping into his familiar territory.
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"I'm a8out to meddle with so many losers r8 now."
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Post by arachnidsGrip on Oct 24, 2011 3:08:14 GMT -5
Guh...she was so sure that the last time she contacted this green iguana punk was the alpha timeline, not some offshoot timeline bullshit! Oh well, she was going to meddle with this loser's life again since it was the best thing to do. Having her hand in trying to make him more of a hero was going to be a good move, a very good move. If she let this guy become a villain in his time of emotional weakness where he was incredibly easy to manipulate for someone of her expertise, it wouldn't be the best thing in the world for anyone. The humans had huge problems that were going to start unfolding and he could help make it right. So she was going to give a bit of push and shove to make sure there wouldn't be a whole bunch of dead people showing up all over the damn place. Or...well...more than what there was going to be in the near future if this wasn't yet another offshoot timeline. assigning him the same ol' handle of greenIguana and having some dejavu, this time his phone would go off while he was trying to escape his pursuer.
arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling greenIguana [GI]
AG: Alr8 Pupa Pan, I'm going to cut to the chase.
AG: You can call me Mindfang, 8ut I don't have much time to talk to you so clear the anger from that think pan of yours for a second.
AG: I can see how all of this is can go and will go. 8ut instead of explaining to you a8out what can happen, I'm going to go 8ased on your stu88orn human gru8 ha8its that stay the same no matter what timeline we've talked in.
AG: That 8lue girl is going to take you on a well-needed trip to that 8arred cage you human gru8s call "jail". You'll have a reunion and 8e flipping your sh8t a8out it like Karkat having a 8ad 8r8k.
AG: It's really not so 8ad, you know.
AG: Haha, 8ut it's not like you'll 8elieve me since you're stu88orn as an animal item carrier.
AG: Well, have fun making this harder than it needs to 8e, Pupa Pan........or should I say man skylark?
AG: (::::
Waiting for his response, she may have considered helping him out. However, in an offshoot timeline where she actually made an attempt to intervene........that strange girl didn't have narcoleptic tendencies like the human grubs. It was strange, really strange. Well, at least he had a cooler look than his previous one. The whole thuggish punk look wasn't half as stylish as this update in fashion!
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Agent Popsicle
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``I...um...I think you should shut your damn mouth, please.``
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Oct 24, 2011 4:10:43 GMT -5
Oh so he was as crafty as the intelligence department reported to her, was he? Well it was useful for her, more useful than the runaway metal lover would think....see whether he fell or used it to his advantage, it was all part of her well constructed plan. Developing a web of sorts....and there he was right in it! However, she miscalculated the speed and the slush didn't manage to catch him right away....she really should have checked this place out herself! The intelligence department may have thought of her as an idiot but at least she'd give a better report than they did! Letting out a sigh, the slush spiked up behind him like a chain reaction and ALMOST nicked his shield but the downward slope was stupidly excluded from the reports on this particular location. Folding back her icy wings around the tank and seeing that even her extended ice grip hand was eluded, the ice spikes ceased and dropped right down turning into little marbles as the soles of her lovely designer boots made contact with the delicious slush.
Literally skating on down, she moved the super soaker trying to lock her sights on him while skating along. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't lock on for now and didn't want to carelessly waste any water in case she had to get far more serious. "Um.... this feels like one of those ridiculous chase scenes from a Saturday morning cartoon...could you please just take responsibility for your actions like a reasonable adult?" Frowning as she spoke those words in a pleading tone...she truly hated this being so tedious. Not because she was lazy, but because the charges were piling up and that meant more paper work for her concussed higher up! When he crashed into the engine, she gasped and blurted out a genuinely concerned, "Even though you probably...um...deserved that, are you okay? I...hope you're not too concussed..."
Rushing after him, she quickly stopped before running into the RV and calmly quirked a brow. Tapping the door with her super soaker, she was about to speak up again...but then he said that he needed a bathroom break. Then not to peak?! Turning to the side, she calmly blurted out a really stupid remark, "I'm not a pervert and...um...the station is a bit far...just hurry up, please." Trying to be polite and calm about it all, she stepped away from the RV door and glanced off to the side....but...something was amiss. As much as she wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt, that engine roaring was unnerving.
It was getting closer and closer....that meant more frivolous chasing. Holstering the other super soaker, she took off the belts around her ankles just in case her hunch about him trying to trick her was right....she was going to show very little mercy. Agent Popsicle was trying very hard to be polite to someone who had a hand in a great deal of murders and it was starting to seem more and more like he didn't truly care about how much damage he inadvertently caused. Perhaps he didn't realize how bad it was to the extent she saw it. Putting away the belts into the safety of her pockets....it...was a little ridiculous how long this was taking. Oh no....crap....she let her second nature bimboness get the best of her! "E-excuse me. Your potty break is over, I think it's about time you come out and accept your time out..."
Soon after she said those words....she...heard a distant noise that sounded like message alerts. OH CRAP! WHAT A JERK! That was it, that was the last straw....! Her icy wings unfolded and the one who was looked to as the goddess of ice by those who REALLY pissed her off and turned to the door. "I suppose you won't be a mature, responsible adult about this." Saying those words under her breath, she twisted to face the RV and took the super soakers out of their holsters.
Crossing her arms into an x shape pointing the tips of her weapons toward the ground, for a moment her ice wings whipped around and changed into sharp blades which stabbed into the RV and flung it off to the side revealing the one she was pursuing. A man she planned to apprehend and shove into a giant plastic container. "I will have to make you freeze after all I suppose." The air all around them was starting to get colder causing a lovely temperature drop and the tone in her voice had an eerie chill to it. When her wings shifted to normal, they flapped and carried her up into the air keeping her eye on the mage looking man. Flying on toward him, she aimed for his pathway and made a stream of water rain on down.
Ah but that wasn't all....it quickly spread out and formed into a sturdy, circular, smooth ice wall that was now starting to form a room with a roof. That thing was not going to break down easily, it had a great deal of strength that even a vehicle would be severely damaged by. "Um...I believe the smart thing to do would be taking responsibility for your crimes right now. Just...um...a suggestion." Keeping her calm composure, not letting this get to her head, she kept her focus on him and kept herself right above the icy room that was starting to form. There was a chance he could escape, she figured out he wasn't an idiot...but he certainly lacked the important thing called knowing when to quit. So in the event he did escape, she was going to be after him and stop going so easy on him.
There were only so many chances even someone as nice as her could offer in situations such as these!
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Post by Jax on Nov 1, 2011 16:42:17 GMT -5
Jax glared at his phone as he dug it out, a piece of machinery betraying him in a moment of need how dare it, Green Iguana! He was not reptile... green yes but he objected to the resemblance to a lizard... and not even a cool one like a king cobra. He felt the temperature drop and muttered a few choice curses under his breath. With his phone blaring he doubted he could just hold still and fool her into thinking she had missed him... but with the sound of the bike... he didn't need to. His thumb danced over his phone's interface.
GI: You might be right mindfang... about running not being the way part... but as a side note **** you very much about giving away my location. **** you very much indeed.
GI: But the important thing is I am not a street punk anymore, at least not just one. And I need to remember that. I am Jax The Mage.
Jax saw the cold binding the steel he was under and grinned as the roar of the engine brought forth freedom. Reaching out he touched the side of a car and the door shimmered and rune encased turned to a tunnel, and out the other side. It was small, too small for him to fit through, too much ice. But it didn't need to be large, didn't need to be that big not for what he needed to get out. All he needed was a magic wand... and he had a 'wand' in mind already. The bike peeled around a corner and hitting a hood lunched itself in the air, spinning wheel over wheel as a loud sound could be heard from a tiny form on the back of the bike. It's body was covered in glowing runes and tiny arms covered it's body, from time to time arms would combine into bigger ones only to break apart again, limbs of wires, bones of steel, eyes made from spark plugs that glowed with an unearthly glow of crackling pink lightning contained within. As it spun it shouted.
"01011001010000010100100001001111010011110100111101001111010011110100111101001111010011110100111101001111010011110000110100001010!!!"
Reaching into a side pocket on the motorcycle the small figure only about four feet tall pulled out something that looked alot like a toy gun, too smooth, too shiny, to many bright colors and pulsing lights to be a real weapon, it pulled it out and threw into into the hole it's master had made. Jax caught it and struggled till he was lying on his back and pointing the gun at the ceiling of his prison, pointing it as far from him as he could he pulled the trigger... and hell came to earth. Railgun. That was more or less what the alien had called it, what his friend Wreave had called it. It said so little really about what it could do as his prison, the metal around him shattered under the impact, his ears rung as ice and metal alike exploded above him and rained down his surrounding. He stood up moving fast and threw the gun through the smoke, the fires popping up as burning shrapnel landed. His little friend caught the gun and his bike took them off. Away into the yard. As for the burning metal that rained down. It touched him, long enough for his powers to turn on cranking up the metals ability to disperse hit on the opposite side up to record levels. Little burns here and there but nothing that phased him. He stood their in the fires and the heat and glared up at his assailant.
"I would rather burn din freeze."
Jax pulled a cigarette from his coat and holding out to a fire lit it and stuck the end in his mouth he glared up at the copsicle.
"We gots ta talk. First of all I am not a metahuman, not anymore... not that I evah was as it turns out. I am da Mage of da Earth's Bones as it turns out... I know. I know. I don't look much mageish... working on it. But... I also got ta be me."
He shrugged helplessly.
"Long white beards and pointy shoes ain't in me. And besides dis odd feeling... of love... and acceptance emanating from da planet itself... WHICH IS REALLY @^&*ING WEIRD!I got power, power ta turn dis junkyard against ya, turn every inch to weapons, every car door into shields, ta set this place ablaze and reduce ya ta a puddle on da ground... But... I ain't gonna da that so ya can settle down. I don't fight straight cops. Ya are such a rare breed I am fairly sure ta IUCN would be riding ma @$$ till da day I died if I raised a blister on ya..."
He looked at her a moment then sighed.
"IUCN? International Union for Da Conservation of Nature?... what just cause I am da only heavy metal mage on da planet doesn't mean I ain't educated. I just don't have degrees..."
He shook his head waving his cigarette holding hand in the air the green streaks of odd smoke from it drifting upwards.
"But dat is aside da ^@&!ing point. Da ^@&!ing point is I am a Mage now. And a little random person who just trolled ma on ma phone on instant messanger.... which..."
He held up the phone and glared at it suspiciously.
"Which.. is really really weird cause I never downloaded a IM program... and would na have named my account Green Iguana... ANYWAYS... she... I figure she cause only da women in my life mess with ma mind dis much.. That I am getting back ta ma old ways... as a Mage I need new ways. ... so... I can't fight ya... besides a chick I knew would be upset if I beat on someone in ya unit... and as a mage I refuse to flee from ya... without a reason... so..."
Jax dropped the phone from his hand and took a deep puff on his cigarette before holding his wrists together in front of him dramatically, he smirked a bit at her expression.
"I surrender. Oh and donna forget ma bag of 'illegal weapons' ya will find them ta be a bag of brass knuckles. Illegal in New York ta use... but na ta sell or own or make. Hope ya have fun with dat."
Jax had to admit... this mage thing might be fun.
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Nov 6, 2011 17:29:27 GMT -5
Almost in a daze, she watched her ice wall cracked up a little on the `easier than usual for that strength` side. What...but...she could have sworn she used the stronger variation of her ice abilities. Oh wait...she didn't actually use the really potent stuff because she was still going a bit easy on him. In fact...she didn't bother reconstructing it...just...helped it break even more for a back up plan in motion. Blinking a couple times behind her sapphire lenses causing her to see the world as a near constant winter wonderland themed in blue, except her wonderland was crumbling before her eyes. All to be made into something better than it once was...more useful....a trap he was setting himself up for. "...um..." muttering that little sound...word...type thing, the one known as Agent Popsicle was starting to calculate a plan to make him stop moving all together and potentially cap off his ability.
However, the digitized, binary YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO dawning on her was something she quirked a brow to. Frowning a bit, she was tempted to tsk in its general direction but she had to be focused! The green and black haired criminal she was pursing just so happened to be using a really odd sort of gun and she could have completely disarmed him...but there was a sense of shock stopping her from doing that...she had a different plan. The broken up ice wasn't going to be in vain....this wasn't over. He may have thought he won or had the upper hand just because his motorized friend was there, but she hadn't shown all her cards yet and still wore her own style of a poker face: confusion and shock. Carefully, she brought herself to the ground and began listening while holstering her super soakers and pulled out something that looked like a useless toy gun and decided on a better route...one that would cripple him for a while. Fiddling a bit with it, the sky began to pour down some drizzles and she looked a little nervous while he said that he'd rather burn than freeze. "B-but...that would hurt more...."
Muttering that out as she looked toward him in a way that almost a timid animal might, she was about to say something more but...then he said they need to talk? Didn't she TRY that before and he just got all RUN AWAY and stuff rather than sensible? "Th-that's wh-what I...um..." Biting her light blue lower lip and lightly lifting a hand from her plastic gun, her wings lowered a bit like a confused and worried dog's ears. While that happened, stealthily one of the ice feathers plucked out a pair of sturdy zip ties and shifted to a weird looking little slug and another feather fluttered down before shifting into a similar form to the other. It took the zip tie from the other one. Nodding slightly at how he should still try to be himself...even though she CLEARLY wasn't sure that was a good thing, the little alien ice creatures kept out of sight and close to their creator making sure this went alright.
On the verge of giving him a sense of comfort upon seeing him shrug as though it was on the helpless side, she lifted one hand off of the gun and some of those ice shards SLOWLY began rolling toward the punkish mage. Letting off a nervously mellow smile as though she was going to say something in a hopeful attempt to bring up his spirits, she...so didn't get to say anything due to him talking more. Oh well...she kept on listening while the ice chunks very quietly rolled closer and closer. Bringing her hand close to her mouth, she chuckled ever so softly and actually pictured him looking ridiculous with a wizard costume on and instead of a wand it was a wrench being flailed around while his rendition in her mind was all like `I'M DA MAGE OF DA EARTH! FEAR MY METAL YA GOONS!` while flailing. Quickly, she cleared her throat to escape the soft chuckle and looked a sympathetically calm. Any sudden moves during this speech of his and he was going to be in a frosty crunch! Especially with how he was saying he could turn everything against her...so right there was her cue to look worried for her very own safety.
On the inside though, she was planning to prove to him that underestimating the extent of her abilities was not very smart at all. Even when in his territory, there was a good reason why she worked the field rather than an office after all. Sure he said he wouldn't do that soon after but...the reasons why caused her to lightly tilt her head for a moment and quirk a brow. "Um...pardon...?" Resting a finger upon her chin while blinking a couple of times, she listened to him explain and...the intelligence department never had any mention of that. Perhaps she should inform them....oh wait...they thought she was a borderline retard who could only handle combative scenarios well. Oh well...she had to try even if it was going to be a fruitless effort....if she was lucky they'd actually look into it to shut her up and humor the `poor thing`.
"W-well...um...you don't need degrees to be smart and...um.." Before she could calmly suggest to stop smoking for the sake of his lungs and the environment, he pointed out again about his magetierness and...getting trolled? What? "Trolled?" That was odd....a sudden instant messenger he didn't have before....maybe she could help him with this if he was willing to cooperate. Someone who knew him well enough to mess with him...it was definitely a mysterious case! But her eyes widened a bit behind those sapphire lenses when he said something about knowing a female...or a baby chicken...but they had no chickens so he must be talking about a female in the unit she was helping in a slang sense! Knew...so maybe they didn't know each other...she'd have to go around and interrogate people later....namely women. No one seemed to know him though...at least to her knowledge.
Well the important thing is....he was surrendering?! Letting out a gasp and looking quite surprised...the little alien ice slugs quickly rushed into action slithering at a very fast pace only to leap up, cross over and tie his hands together nice and snug to restrict movement but not cut off circulation. Gradually, she looked calm as ever and trained the what appeared to be a toy gun at him and had a slight smile. Those little alien ice slugs twisted tightly around the center to secure it before hardening into a small bow. "Placing yourself in a checkmate was certainly one of the best suggestions you took from me, Mister Jax Gardener. As for the brass knuckles, we'll craft them into something useful and perfectly all around legal." Walking over to his side while adjusting her shades for a moment, her footsteps were followed by puddles of ice guiding her next to the now captive before linking one of her arms with his and gently pressing the odd plastic gun to his shoulder.
One of her ice wings which were definitely not like that of this world to stretch behind him and over his shoulders so if he tried to run it wasn't going to succeed at all. Plus her skin was radiating an odd sort of chill that wasn't unbearable but more along the lines of an open freezer. "Walk with me, please. Dragging you wouldn't be beneficial to either of us. We can also continue talking...just um...make sure you continue to cooperate and that your bike stays here. If um...your behavior is good I will have arrangements to bring it to your side sooner rather than not." The ice chunks quietly followed along with them.
Side glancing toward a piece of wall for a short moment, it shifted into what appeared to be a five foot tall spider and carefully made its way over to the brass knuckles before lifting it with its fangs as though it was a package and followed along. WELL THAT WAS CERTAINLY A STRANGE SIGHT TO BEHOLD!
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Post by arachnidsGrip on Nov 6, 2011 19:58:18 GMT -5
.....what? Quirking a brow with a slight fang filled frown, she couldn't help but be a little confused at the intellectual change. Not once did she say anything directly about him running away, it was implied but the words `running away` weren't specifically used. What happened to the annoying punk she talked to in the other timelines prior to this one including the offshoot one? Sure he was doing EXACTLY what she was expecting him to do at some point but....so soon? How did her trolling technique actually work so soon?! Blinking a couple times at the message and the trollian viewport window, she clicked through a few of the timelines and went back to this one.
Was the universe or whatever trolling her again? Seriously, was it? She was almost sure the offshoot timeline was the Alpha timeline and then it wasn't but this one supposedly is. Oh well...she could tell what was going to happen and wouldn't be in contact with him again right around. Personally, it surprised her he was using his think pan in a more logical way than usual. Well....that was one iron in the fire she could check the temperature of later! Grinning a bit at having her hand in this little situation, she wrote back even though chances were he wasn't going to see this message for a while.
AG: You finally realized you were running away from it all?
AG: Good jo8 there, Pupa!
AG: Or rather, man skylark. (::::
AG: Looks like you really did some growing up while I was 8usy checking on all my other irons! I'm so proud of you!
AG: Anyway. Aside from 8eing the nice troll that I am and giving you that thing called a "pat on the 8ack" after a jo8 well done in properly using your think pan, you won't see this for a while 8ut we'll talk again soon.
AG: M8 want to 8e careful even though you hit the magetier.
AG: Congr8ulations on that, 8y the way. 8ut it seems like it isn't all that it's cracked up to 8e........
AG: You're not as invinci8le as you may think. There's always going to 8e something 8igger and 8adder than you out there and it m8 8e coming your way soon.
AG: The timelines have 8een getting more and more unsta8le. You pro8a8ly don't 8elieve me though.
AG: Well! I have important alien troll things to do that don't entirely revolve around you.
AG: 8ye!
arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling greenIguana [GI]
NOW it was time to check on another iron in her huge fire. A 8lue one to be precise....
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Post by Jax on Nov 7, 2011 17:43:12 GMT -5
Jax watched with interest as his wrists were bound in ice. Looking over his shoulder at the wings and looking down at the plastic weapon he just tried to look stoic in the face of danger... but words coming out of his mouth seldom agreed with those attempts sadly enough and the spider.... made of ice... seriously? A spider made of ice. This was just way too silly to be real. He was tempted to believe that he was asleep on his couch having fallen asleep after eating peanut butter with jerky dipped in it but the cold on his wrists, the arm through his, the pain from a few mild burns... he never dreamed being this close to even a female this weird... not... for a while now... He looked in the distance his expression actually sober, his sarcastic remark forgotten. It was hard not to think about it, how nice it had been to have someone around who cared that he called her at night, who wanted to hear about his hopes, his dreams, his nightmares... he had shared his story... the story of the life and death of a sad boy and the birth of Jax Gardener with her, with pretty much only her and still she left. He clenched his jaw at the injustice, men and women find the person of their dreams, get married and pollute the world with their offspring did the universe yet Jax have even that much no... instead he had the ever present felling of a planet wanting to hug him. He could feel it now, could feel that looming feeling as if it wanted to rise up, gaze upon him, give him a hug and sink back into the earth giggling... Of course he doesn't get mystical conversations with his planet... he gets the touchy feely version. Stupid... feelings. As he slipped a bit on a puddle and was pulled upright by his 'captor' he grinned as his mouth went on autopilot.
"Ya know I surrendered ta ya... ya really donna need ta cover ma so much. I ain't about ta flee or fight right naw. If I was going ta I would have done something while ya guard was more down sa ya really donna have ta... unless ya #^%&ing like holding ma while I am tied up..."
Jax leered some, his heart wasn't really in the remarks he was making he wasn't really putting much sting in them they were more a sort of... knee jerk need to be a pain in the butt to the world, the need to be hated or be revolting... it was better then pity. Anything was better then pity.
"In which case I have ta turn ya down, na really looking fa a relationship right na na even a one night stand."
He really wasn't letting his captor get a word in edgewise his mouth flying on his own. He was in pain somewhere... but he could use that. He had made a living, a life, out of turning pain to triumph... or at least putting off the losing till it didn't hurt as much.
"I just got out a bad relationship maybe we can talk in a couple of months till and..."
Jax frowned he wanted to go on, see how uncomfortable he could make her but... he just wasn't into it. Oh the smart aleck ness still flowed, his mage self seemed to like that, like it alot, but the subject... too fresh. He sighed and shrugged despite restraints and then glared at her out the corner of his eye.
"I was shrugging, wasn't trying ta escape. Told ya, ain't going na where I has questions for ya boss panties and one ya friends."
The smile had vanished and he was looking at the horizon again.
"... eh I took that joke ta far. Sorry...it's... been a rude awakening... and a bad month... Girl left, attacked by inter dimensional slavers, new roommates, found out I am a mage... normal? what da &@*! is that?"
Jax laughed his laughter brittle and angry. He didn't regret his power... power was fine, power allowed you to keep what you wanted safe... but these cosmic forces, these giant powers pulling at him. It made him... feel trapped on a road he had no idea where it lead. He just knew he could not turn around. He tried to express it the best he could. With all his eloquence at his disposal. He spat out the remains of his cigarette and looked at her.
"Life's a %i+@# wear a helmet."
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Nov 25, 2011 4:23:15 GMT -5
What in the...?! HOW ABSURD! He was actually making such horrible jokes! Absolutely appalling! It was almost like some octopus went on ahead and disguised itself as a dad and had children with humans! Or a cop that went around chopping heads off with an axe and used a catch phrase to go with it! Calmly, she released his arm and had the ice wings fold on her back which looked like they were coming out of the water tank strapped to her back.
Letting out a soft sigh, she just listened to his blasphemous failed attempt at ranting and continued along not letting her composure show that she was slightly annoyed. He must of had one hell of an ego to think that she liked him just because she linked arms with him. Right now she was feeling like quite the mediator by actually listening to this babble...then again without really even trying she had the tendency of emerging as such a role. Side glancing over, she had questions but those would have to wait until he stopped moving his yapper...then again maybe it would be more productive to go mute. That was one thing she was fairly good at. Holstering the gun and resting her hands on the handles of her super soakers, fixating her gaze forward once more...she blinked and thought about the spider shifting into a human since it was going to be a pain walking through the city or by people in general with a huge ice arachnid. Those limbs shifted and contorted and became an ice replica of the concussed woman she was helping out.
There we go, that at least looked a little more passable! Looking as though it was carrying the brass knuckles quite effortlessly with a bored look upon its face on the opposite side of the new prisoner. Honestly...the icy agent felt like she was missing something VERY important.....but what....? OH! It looked like he was finally done talking! ....oh wait apparently he felt the need to explain how life is and needed to wear a helmet. To express sympathy or what...eh....best to get out the important questions plaguing her mind first. So calmly, she let the inquiry pass her lips, "Who is it that you know? I have two bosses at this time, Miss Bao Yu Chao and Miss Trisha Waldgrave. More importantly, what do you wish to ask?"
Quickly, she tossed on a little more and decided that she should PROBABLY comment on his being dumped and such....yes such did include the other things like how he wasn't trying to escape. With a bit of sincerity to the calm nature of her voice, she spoke up once again, "Mister Jax Gardener, I hope you don't view me as...um...well...rude for my actions but you weren't exactly cooperating earlier. Then..um...you were the one lying and running...don't you think it would be stupid of me to suddenly trust you? ...oh...wait...that's why I can't get into the intelligence department...I'm an idiot according to them. Hm...well...anyway...um...I really am sorry you have so many things on your plate, Mister Jax Gardener but being..um...so abrasive won't help the situation get better. Perhaps your helmet should have a nice, pleasant cushion inside to line it..."
Chuckling softly to that horribly stupid joke, she cleared her throat and then added on a little comment just to clear up any confusion, "Um...and I'm not interested in dating you at any time. I'm certain the feeling is mutual. If you're truly lonely you could always go on a dating show or try speed dating, Mister Jax Gardener." Moving one hand up, she adjusted her sapphire blue shades and side glanced over for a moment as though to say `I see what you did there` in a mellow, silent fashion.
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Post by Jax on Nov 28, 2011 20:36:08 GMT -5
Jax had been worried about spouting his sorrows to this police woman but... it seemed she really wasn't paying much attention, about as much as he was paying attention to her after see said his friends name. Trish.. his eyes popped open causing a raising of various piercings... the ones on his face... don't be crude. He blinked at her name he had been thinking about her earlier sure enough and while he wondered why Trish had not apprehended Jax herself he was getting a vague notion of what had to REALLY be going on. Obviously she needed his help with something, perhaps to yell at him as well for not coming to see her...or call her... probably would yell a while... he would so use his new mage dignity to weather the storm and apologize... and then he would buy her a cup of joe and some donuts and they would be friends and he would help her with whatever the problem was. Obviously the woman... (had to be a woman) who messaged him on the phone had some how known about this and was helping him out. Obviously a good person. He would have to think about maybe contemplating apologizing to her mayhaps. Jax smiled and blinked at 'trish' who was behind them carrying the bag of 'illegal' weapons.
"Wow ya sure got some fine talents Miss Deep, that has ta ba dead useful..."
Remembering apperently this was a subordinate of Trish's Jax decided to up his politeometer a smidge.
"Fa... many things in fact. I could fix sa many motorcycles... perhaps make dat new engine... Then I can ditch da one I took off dat batcycle in gotham."
He looked to his 'arresting officer'.
"What? It was crashed and abandoned in da #@&*ing zombie war. Wasn't gonna let prime engine like dat @&!*ing rust. Dat would be sacrilege... or worse it would fa sure be a sin of da worst sort. Like... genociding orphan kittens wit disabilities or some @&*$ like that."
Jax was quiet a moment before asking doubtfully.
"Ya did bring a car or van or something right cause... I ain't walking across town like dis... people will get ideas. Bad ideas... also can we stop along da way? I got some piercings I would like ta remove before we get dere... ya cops ain't getting a free show of ma goodies out of dis and definitely not getting a feel out of dis."
Jax paused considered the past and smiled.
"Okay I promise na ta run. Ya can even choose da place and freeze up da sides so I donna run if ya don't trust ma... which... would be &@*$ing understandable from ma past silly antics."
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Post by Agent Popsicle on Dec 4, 2011 17:53:53 GMT -5
No facial expression change at the mention of bitch boss number one Miss Bao Yu Chao...so he probably didn't know of her. Which may or may not have been a good thing since despite how she had a lot of friends, she had her share of enemies as well. Or...just people who EXCALIBURFACE.EXE'd had this `oh geeze...HER...` look on their face at the mere mention of that particular cotton candy color scheme haired young lady. However, he almost looked surprised or shocked at the mention of bitch boss number two Miss Trisha Waldgrave who much like her other bitch boss, did not have a huge fanbase, but was a little more likable considering she was just snarky and sarcastic in a stoic way. The triple `s` combo as Agent Gary put it! That guy was annoying, even by her standards...but she did slightly tilt her head at his sudden expression change and a compliment toward her abilities without cruelty to it. Let alone smiling at her ice replica of Trisha...which...the ice creation of hers simply looked over blankly and looked back forward.
"Um...thank you...I um...try to utilize my gift properly..." Lightly scratching her cheek with her index finger as she calmly said that little slice of gratitude since most people were usually too busy slamming on how much of an idiot she was. Compliments were in fact a fairly nice change of pace every now and then...even though she couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't being completely sincere. Whateverrrrr! The compliment was sugar coated enough to prompt a thank you! ...though she hadn't a clue why, out of all the nicknames an average individual could come up with, she was now stuck with the name `Miss Deep`. Erp...what was this about needing her cop boss' help for fixing motorcycles? He seemed perfectly capable of making mechanic things on his own, that didn't make a lick of sense to her at all! Plus he STOLE from....an abandoned vehicle...er...that wasn't too bad but it was still stealing all the same.
Putting her finger to her chin, looking calm yet a bit intrigued by such a statement, she blinked a couple of times and didn't bother interrupting him. Even that line about genocidal actions toward sweet, innocent kittens and how much of a sin it is to abandon an engine was a bit perplexing and made little to no sense. Maybe it was because to him he'd rather steal something instead of let it go to waste...because that would be so very painful to know that he abandoned something useful. OH WELL! ....OH SNAP....a....vehicle! That was one thing she was fully aware of leaving behind since the one she wanted to bring was being used by another officer and it would just be plain ol' idiotic, even by her stupid standards, to bring a metal vehicle for apprehending a meta...mutant....whatever who had similar abilities to Trisha. The punk had a point though. It wouldn't be exactly good to WALK such a distance to the station...guh...and she was much too weak to carry him.
Sure, she had light muscle toning, about average, but he was a bit more built and far heavier than what she could actually lift. Before she could say anything, he blurted out something about his piercings.....what....he had more than the piercings on his face? ....she....definitely....did...not....want to know details....NOPE. He acted like they didn't have someone there who could snap her fingers and cause the piercings to fumble out of place! PLUS HE RAN AWAY WHEN HE SAID HE HAD TO HAVE A POTTY BREAK! Well she had a response that could easily cover both things which was a slight left to right shake of her head.
Sure, he said he wouldn't run away, but did she have to go off of to actually trust him aside from how he didn't `defeat her super easily` via defensive tactics rather than offensive ones. Guh....but there was the little thing that Miss Trisha Waldgrave taught her which was `How the hell can someone trying to change for the better be encouraged when all pigs and civilians do is treat them like an untrustworthy piece of shit even though they're trying their damn best? Easy, they can't. Pigs like us need to help people like them and possibly be that one pig...or person if you want me to get literal, person, who will give them a shot at showing they really do have potential. Sure, we may be tricked, it's gonna happen to the best of us. But that just gives us all the reason to kick their ass when we cross paths again.`....or in a far more polite nutshell...when people are making a valiant effort, to encourage it...help it flourish.
Then if it didn't go well....ass kicking time. Letting out a soft sigh...she looked to him for a moment and wondered if it was really a good idea. Moving her hand away from her chin...she closed her eyes for a moment and twirled her finger which caused the ice securing the plastic ties to spin around and cut the middle. Flattening out her palm while slowly reopening her eyes, the ice seemed to flake into bits of snow, drifting toward her palm. Once it made contact, the snowflakes clustered up and formed once again into weird little ice slug creatures. "Mister Jax Gardener, no one at the station would...um...well...er...want a free show of your goodies...I assure you. So while we wait for my backup, I'll...um...give you some time to remove your piercings. That does sound fair...doesn't it?"
A tad bit of confusion was hinted through the calm exterior of her tone when she mentioned the free show of his goodies...whatever that meant. The icy Agent REALLY didn't wanna know the details and hoped he wouldn't indulge her with such information. Though in hopes of derailing his thought train on that little note as they were walking along, she put the little ice slugs on her shoulder and spoke in a gentle, yet curious tone... "...and...um...I..don't understand why you would need Miss Trisha Waldgrave's help for mechanic work...you...um...seem very capable by yourself...." Resting her hands at her sides, she may not have looked the part but she was actually pretty prepared for dealing with him if he wanted to play cat and mouse again.
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