SHOWDOWN of ultimate destiny...? Wut. {JAX&INVITE}

[Jax]

Jax shook his head this girl while he called her deep seemed to not have all the bolts properly tightened. He smirked at her question about his assistance in metal work and had to purse his lips watching his cuffs vanished, it was... impressive and neat power he had to admit now that she was no longer chasing him. He felt she deserved an explanation of what he meant as he walked behind a car to put a barrier between them. As she looked he raised his hands.

"Na going anywhere. Just removing some tings."

With that he turned his back and the sound of a zipper being pulled was heard in the street. As he worked to remove some... custom piercings he talked loudly so she could hear him with his back turned.

"I was talkin about your ability ta make spare bodies as being handy. Metal, Metal I can work with, she loves ma. Truely. I am na being sarcastic a shock I know, but she, ta Earth, she love ma specifically... She made ma da Mage of da Earth's Bones. Of metal. Erg ring stuck... hold on... DERE."

He held up a silver piercing and snapping his fingers tossed it into the air before catching it and resuming his work.

"She told ma, I know makes ma sound like a future Ark patient but I ain't crazy... dis time. So long story short metal @ &#$ing adores ma and ERGGGGG dere goes another... going ta have to grease those next time... And anyways while Trish is handy and so are da minions I can make from scrap ta ability ta make a spare ma out of ice... would speed dings up alot and.... what are ya looking at?"

Jax looked up to a building where a figure was looking out a window.

"Ain't ya ever seen a man taking out his &@*@ing piercings before being arrested? GET ON WITH YA!"

Snorting in irritation he continued for a couple minutes before holding up the piercings to the light, all were stainless steel, soild, well made... and as one he popped them into his mouth and swallowed loudly before showing her his empty hands and then blinking at her expression.

"What? I don't wanna lose dem and I know exactly where dey ave been."

Brushing his hands off on his pants Jax walked over to where he had been before she had taken off the cuffs and went back to the same exact position he had been in before he had been uncuffed through he wiggled a bit obviously a bit uncomfortable.

"...Feels weird ta na have dose in and still be wearing cloths.... ya know what I mean? Na... doubt ya da. Too classy ta have dat sort of ding."

[Agent Popsicle]

Couldn't he wait until they got to a facility where it was WAY MORE PRIVATE for him to remove his piercings? Like...oh....maybe a BATHROOM? Blinking a bit at him raising his hands, the icy young lady really and truly hoped he was trying to right his wrongs AND RING FOR RIGHT!. As much as she enjoyed laying the smack down on villains and evil-doers of all kinds, she liked the peaceful route a lot more since she was honestly a bit worried about harming someone to near death despite a legitimate smack down to knock sense into stubborn people. Having this look of `I really hope you're not being a liar right now` look on her face with the way her eyebrows were relaxed and a slight frown was on her lips. Plus the girl's eyes were almost like that of a pleading puppy HOPING that they weren't getting denied a treat or meal. Turning on her heel and resting those chilly palms upon the handles of the super soakers.

Ah but those little ice slugs on her shoulders didn't share the same mindset to their creator's, they were tapped with the strategic branch of her thoughts...in fact they weren't snooping on him but more like looking to the front and back of the car. Each getting the other's blind spots to meet in the middle of the vehicle...obviously NOT watching the RING REMOVING SHOW FOLLOWED BY SOUND EFFECTS! Mostly for suspicious movement hinting toward escape or even to back stab the gullible girl and attack her with the car. Tilting her gaze toward the clouds....shifting about from the breeze before making interesting little shapes. Such a thing was fascinating in her opinion...the simple things were nice. Listening intently even though she seemed a bit spaced out from the free sky show...it was odd, he actually was saying how her powers were handy. Did...did she hear that right?

Normally people are requesting everyone else BUT her for the fear of being contaminated by her `dangerously high level of stupid`. Though he was going on and on about how the Earth seems to absolutely love him as though he's some sort of golden child. It didn't quite make much sense to her when her brain quickly dissected it like a surgeon. Metal was refined Earth, something that is no longer truly connected in a natural fashion to whence it came...it was altered by man. It was a riddle of sorts, or even a mystery she would report back to Bao Yu for further analysis. Blinking at his struggle with the rings...she slightly tilted her head and...oh look a kitten dragon octopus monster in the sky...! Ice slug shoulder buddies one and two cringed on their own little ways and made gagging motions with their mouths as though to silently say `YUCK!` since they could only IMAGINE what rings he was plucking out. BUT THEY REMAINED DILIGENT!

....while Agent Popsicle listened and tuned out his struggle a bit drowning in the thought of what it would be like if such a creature were to exist. Probably strange to say the least....maybe it already did somewhere? Oh right he was talking! He claimed not to be crazy, even an honorable mention of Arkham Asylum! Not like she thought he was nuts! At most a huge jerk who needed a smack upside the head with a moral compass and taught a few things but crazy wasn't one of them. Metal...adoring him...all of it....was he SURE he knew that much about her current higher up, Trisha Waldgrave?

That metal meta woman who was infused with the stuff was the one who was initially going to take on this case cause he was giving her a bad name due to their abilities being so similar and people may associate a `pig of justice` with him. Oh well...he'd find out soon enough. To that she merely shrugged a little bit. Part of her wanted to ask if he was okay but she was sure he was just fine, he did explain multiple times how metal `loved` him...so it was probably just `metal love bites`. Sloooowly she put her hand over her mouth...what an awful thought! Thankfully she stopped it from becoming a visual presentation in her mind! Lowering her hand a bit, she quickly derailed her thought to dwell on WHY he wanted an ice replica of himself.

Ice Edition Trish looked up toward a building and slightly quirked a brow with her eyes narrowed spotting something a little messed up. Nosy neighbors, peeping tom edition! SUCH SCUM IN THE WORLD HAD TO BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY! Justice and the law existed to protect people from filth like that! One of the ice marionettes, Ice Double Trish, was going to do something about this...punch a perv maybe? Its creator glanced toward the window as well and tsk'd a bit and loosely crossed her arms over her chests as the slush slugs kept making sure there was no escape artist action. "How appalling....T.W.I.F..."

Calmly saying those words with a small fragment of disgust, she was about to command Trish's ice double to do something...BUT...mister punk mage returned to her side and....he swallowed his piercings. Ice sluggies one and two constantly shook their heads being both grossed out and in a pinch bit of disbelief. Agent Popsicle lightly bit her lip and frowned with this `oh geeze...you didn't just...` and quirked both of her brows in complete uncertainty over the whole display. Such a weird assignment....and...did he know that he was in danger if Trisha got really upset about him trying to smuggle things into jail? Lady was a living, breathing, metal detector....not some idiot like her! Leaning back a bit bumping slightly into the car behind her softly...she looked a bit troubled while....somehow remaining a bit chill. Quickly standing upright, letting out a soft sigh before speaking calmly and genuinely sounding a bit concerned...and...not to mentioned a pinch bit worried, "...um...h-how about...we...erm...j-just wait here....I...wouldn't want you to be more uncomfortable....Mister Jax Gardener...

Reaching into her vest...she pulled out a phone and looked at the screen with a slight frown across her lips. Ice Trish thumb pointed toward where the peeper was and spoke in a near emotionless tone with only hints of professionalism "...are we really just going to pretend a pervert didn't get a free show just now? The real me would have smacked a bitch." Clicking through her list of contacts, she looked at her choices....which was the lesser of the `evil pigs` to assist her? "We...um...don't need to cause a commotion...unwanted attention isn't good with Mister Jax Gardener under my watch..." "Whatever is in charge of the real me's existence forbid we give him more trouble. I get it. Let's just get out of here...in fact you seem stuck on something with your phone, what's up?"

"...everyone on my list is going to be upset with me for...um...poor planning..." "For the love of doughnuts and coffee....just call Allegra. Real me seems to trust her, worst she'll do is lecture you." Walking a bit away from the ice bitch boss number two double of Officer Waldgrave to make a call on her cellphone, she waited for an answer...if...she...didn't...there was a last resort contact. Bitch Boss number 2 Trisha, NOW AS A LIVING ICE SCULPTURE, looked toward the guy how was now dating the Earth. "Surprise. I know how to talk. So let's cut to the chase, Jax. For some reason, you are being more peaceful than someone of your background should be. Enlighten me, I have the curiosity of a pig during slop time with doughnuts and coffee. I was a freaking spider earlier so I didn't understand what the hell you were chattering on about...all I want to know are the short, sweet details of this surrender."

Readjusting the BIG BAG OF ILLEGAL WEAPONS on its shoulder, the ice marionette of Ms. LITTLE DO YOU KNOW....I HAZ CONCUSSION gave him this stoic look yet showed she was listening to him if he wanted to talk.

[Jax]

Jax was a bit surprised that this this simulacrum... ice doppelganger?... Ice humoncalus? Ice golem perhaps... Jax admited that with magedom was going to have to come with reading of more books with large words just to be able to understand what he was seeing. He mentally shrugged at the lack of knowledge of the supernatural and metahumanity... and otherness and continued on... with the fact she talked she sounded, behaved more and more like Trish the growing part of him that embraced the Magedom was fascinated by this while other parts were creeped out and other parts wondered how many more Trishs she could make and~ he froze that line of thought in it's tracks he did NOT need that sort of distraction as he thought of how to proceed. Reaching up with his hand which he didn't mention she had never rebonded he ran his fingers through his hair and held up the other hand in the familiar gesture of 'one moment'.

"Well... okay... it's like dis. Ta person ya are made ta look like. I owe her alot. Kept meaning ta talk ta her, buy her a cop of coffee but never got around ta it since I moved ta New York. I wanna see her... but that is only part of it. Granted da dignity I ave now is part of it and yes I believe I could have fought ya off... I will admit ta more I observe Miss Deep's powers da less I think it would have gone well. We would have turned dat junkyard ta slag, molten metal everywhere, smoke clouds blotting out da... rain..."

He scratched a lip piercing and smiled he was so used to ignoring the weather, perhaps a little to used to it.

"But dat would have been a downward spiral. I would probably ended up making... or trying ta make some sort of giant... golem... thing... and if I succeed it..."

He thought his expression turned dour as he thought more and more on the option. Even if he had been able to make that which he found doubtful he doubted more he would have been able to control it... it would have probably gone after the heaviest metals it could find which would have been... the nuclear power reactor that was a mere twenty four miles away. He didn't turn white but he sucked in his lower lip and chewed on it a bit before spitting it out and glaring the direction of the reactor. He had a flash of a future... a possible one. Dust spread for miles by a shattered reactor, millions dead because of him, a world going to pot because of one wrong choice.

"#^&*... I think I have ta thank dat person now... #^&*..."

He was quiet a moment then turned back to the Trishcicle and sighed loudly as the rain continued to soak through his cloths he was beginning to feel a slight chill but countered it by ignoring it and sticking his hands it his coat pockets and slouching. Looking up at the rain as it came down in increasing buckets his gel slowly washing out of his hair and the mohawks flattening oh so slightly more with each moment he vigorously shook his head like a dog and then returned to the conversation.

"Anyways even if I had won which... I am doubtful more then I usually am... Trish would have been @&*@ pissed, the police would ave called out the government, downward spiral so no win or joy dere. Running away... perhaps... but... I didn't like dat idea at all it was... Not who I am. So sometimes well... 'Sometimes the only way to win is not to play'... good movie and dat computer was right. So... I gave up. Ta talk da real Trish and find out what dis all is about, ta be ma, ta forsake da past ma and embrace da future ma."

Pulling a hand out his pocket he held up a pack of cigarettes and then frowning tilted the pack as water poured out. He glared at the pack like a man betrayed.

"... Dey have cigarettes in jail right cause... Da rest is either at ma place or on ma hog... and I doubt ya will let ma house before we head ta jail."

[Agent Popsicle]

The ice replica of Trisha Waldgrave stood there with a blank look that radiated absolutely nothing due to how stoic she was choosing to be at this time. Plus...this didn't sound short like she initially requested. Then again if he considered this the short version, maybe she didn't even want to know what the long version was. Narrowing her eyes a bit as she listened, it dawned on her that she probably would have been used as an assist to help against this guy considering they were a little short handed and on top of that the one person who could just neutralize the situation with a simple snap o' the fingers wasn't in any condition to fight. Knowing her creator though...she wouldn't have let it escalate to such a horrible extent. Offering a half shrug to his words, she readjusted the BUNDLE OF ILLEGAL WEAPONS. Speaking up in a tone that was a bit mellow but professional all at the same time with a hint of strength to it, "Okay...well that wasn't the sort of short I was thinking of. But that's okay, you sound like you've been through a lot and if you are friends with the real me, you wouldn't have pushed it. Though it would have made more sense to just talk to her without being arrested."

Arching a brow as something seemed amiss about the fact there wasn't a conversation going on behind her, she side glanced toward the blue haired wonder scampering around in the background like an idiot trying to get reception. In fact, Jax's arresting officer had a hopeful look on her face for a moment when she thought there was enough reception. Balancing on her foot, a loose, unnoticed rock under the sole of her fashion ankle high boots wiggled a bit and the young Agent squeaked and fell face first on the ground with the phone to her ear. Poor thing let out a whimper and mumbled out "I...um...I'm okay...." but gasped and lay still! RECEPTION?! WAS HER LUCK IMPROVING?!

"....I'm...going to pretend I didn't just see that. Yeah...anyway...who do you need to thank for not becoming a rampaging psychopath? You're absolutely right about how much of a mess that would have been. Real me would have probably killed herself trying to kick your ass considering her condition so good on you. Oh....and no...where you're going doesn't have cigarettes unless the real me or that girl you call Miss Deep over there damn well feel like giving you a cigarette." It was pretty unlikely that the real Trisha would bother giving this guy a cigarette....or maybe she would....hell if she knew.

"While we wait for her to get a hold of real me's partner, I'll tell you what happened. In a nutshell, Officer Trisha Waldgrave had a big mission...maybe bigger than what happened in Gotham since it could have lead to Albert Wesker himself. Thing is she got in a mess of trouble that landed her into the hospital and forced to take a break from field work. Not enough pigs were there to back her up. It was a trap, a real screwed up game that shouldn't have been played to begin with, but some people are too head strong to give a shit about the odds. Even when it could get em' killed." Now ice Trish did take notice to how he was soaking wet and got a bit closer to him while still keeping a tight grip on the bag of brass knuckles.

Holding up her hand a bit over his shoulder, it shifted into a large umbrella by starting out with the metal ribbing and then getting covered with strange ice webbing. "Last time I checked, it's a bad idea to stand around in the rain and get yourself sick. Though we'll take care of you at the station if that does happen, it'd be better if you just didn't get sick at all." Looking over her shoulder at Popsicle, she spoke up to miss `I'm going to lay here in the mud cause I can get reception!` "Oi! Any luck getting in contact wi-" "Shhhh....p-please...it's...um...finally ringing..."

[Jax]

Jax shook his head and tried not to roll his eyes at the arresting officer as she tripped on pavement... pavement... and this was the woman they had sent to arrest him. It was more then a little insulting but he didn't mention that he was actually worried she might cry if she did and the thought of being brought in to the police department by a crying woman was just... not something he wanted to think on. It did not do the think pan good. He looked to 'Trish' as she asked him about who he need to thank. Jax shrugged in response.

"I was on da way out, would have gotten away scott #*@!ing free and I get des #&*@ing text messages from dis ArachnidsGrip which makes my $^*#ing phone beep which... is just as well really... Since it worked out better this way... cause if she had seen ma din things would ave gone... bad... pretty ^&@*ing bad..."

Jax reached up to scratch his chin and brushed the chains hanging from his lips to his ears as he did. Frowning he pulled the chains from their moorings and held them. He had put them on out of habit but... maybe they were a bit too much. Plus a bad idea in a fight to have on honestly. He looked at them and dropped them to the ground. One more thing he had moved past he supposed.

He thought of this as he looked up at the ice umbrella it held off the rain but it was colder near the 'Trish' and he was already more or less soaked through but... he kinda liked the gesture. He grunted something approximating a thank you. He stood listening to her as the rain ran down the ice above him. He wasn't surprised she had walked into a trap and even less surprised she had survived it. After surviving Gotham with her their was little the surprised him.

"Good ta know sha is still around... sha... sha is alright... fa a cop. Ya know. Sha don't look at people like da is dings like sa many da. She looks at people as people and... treats dem good. She is good people."

When 'Miss Deep' told them that the phone was finally connected Jax couldn't help but snap.

"Well tell dem ta hurry up will ya? I ain't got all ^@*$ing night..."

Then he delibrately looked at 'Trish' and 'Miss Deep' and let a fake expression of realization cross his face.

"Oh wait... I guess I da don't I?"

[Allegra Ford]

“You think Trish will ever regain those memories?” Not having realized that Jeri had been practically staring at her from across her desk, she would have jumped out of her seat if he had gotten anymore near the cop while Allie had been on cloud nine for last few minutes. Shit she wasn’t herself….but then again when was she not? During her partner and nephew’s absence, Allegra had been in a slow mode almost the entire time they were gone. ALMOST because then there was that killer robot incident that kept her mind preoccupied for a good few days. Which reminds her, they all needed to still attend the funeral service for the men that risked their lives that day. When Trish had come back and heard all about the incident her demeanor seemed to go even more down then when Allegra went to pick the meta woman and her sneaky nephew’s butt up.

Luckily Allie got Trish to spit out what was wrong since the bitchy canine didn’t like how the atmosphere had been once she had dropped off Jeri first, leaving those two alone in the car. The whole 'talk to me, I’m your friend' thing was still a bit new for Allegra to do since she wasn’t one to be nice and careful with her words around Trish but it looked like she would need to. And faaaaaaaaaaaaawk it was awkward as shit. What Allegra got out of Trish was the fact that her little trip led to a dangerous accident that caused her not to remember certain events she had been involved in recent which included Gotham. The meta human had been pretty troubled by how things turned out for mentally that picking up the pieces to figure out events was difficult. Allegra didn’t blame her for worrying over such a problem because she herself have had similar issues of not remembering what she did at times when she turned out of full rage. Comforting and reassuring Trish as best of a friend as she could without feeling extremely awkward all at the same time, Allie told her what the doctor and Jeri probably (or hopefully) had told Trish prior to the incident. ”Don’t worry too much about it and give you brain some time to heal. And I’m serious about that, because I find you doing field work when you’re supposed to take it easy…..I’m taking that coffee and doughnut privileges away without a second thought, do you hear?”

Looking to the annoying teenage boy she had been asked to watch over with those sharp blue softly glowing eyes of hers, Allegra frowned deepened with an annoyed look on her face as she let out a tiring sigh. “ Let’s pray with time that she will, because I’m getting TIRED of having to HIDE those document for the last few days!” Allie said while implying out loud the obvious of her recent mood and she hoped that Trish heard that in the break room……The pushy iron maiden. All Jeri could do was chuckle to himself before disappearing away from her desk and back to the break room to join Trish. And like Allegra said, the canine cop had been keeping those files away from her partner like the plague. First off trying too hard to remember tended to get people into dangerous waters, especially if they misunderstood that memory. And secondly remembering about a certain criminal that Jeri brought to her attention that Trisha COULD have had a possible relationship with apparently gave this cop the major red flag readings. It even got worse when Jeri pointed out a few details on this man that brought the attention of not only the L.A. precinct but an Agent of the Chao Corporation by the name Popiscle to step in and assist them. Strangely Jeri was playing feline justice hero even more so than before, during the trip to protect unconscious Trisha. Which brought Allegra to wonder what the sly cub was up to and how he got the information….damn it….he probably got a peek at his files….that little pu-

Hearing her cellphone go off suddenly with the default ringer being set to the chorus of She Can do That from David Bowie, Allegra quickly grabbed her phone from the inside of her coat pocket and checked the caller id. Unknown number….greeaaaaat…. Answering it cautiously, normally unknown callers didn’t have her number or were too smart not to call a cop for a prank call….unless….it was the pack members, than that’s a whole other story. “Allegra, here.” Hearing a bit of background static and someone saying something about they have time. What the hell? ”Um……..h-hello…..I….um…I mean…..Allegra….M-Miss Allegra Ford…I….um……” Hearing those stuttered words from a familiar voice, the first person that popped up in her was…. “Agent Popsicle?”

”Yes? Erm….I meant to say I…have apprehended the criminal….um…Mr. Jax Gardener…..sort of peacefully….” Oh really? Raising a brow in question to such a statement she found it hard to believe it was peacefully. “Jax?.....Peacefully?.....I’m afraid to ask how peacefully this really was…..” Waiting for an answer, stifled laughter boomed from behind her until it was out fully like something hit someone’s funny bone to the point of tears. Turning around Allegra found Jeri right behind her holding his stomach with an amuse smile so him that it bugged her. “Hahahahahahaha! Like an Iguana could go THAT easily, what hell man!” Letting out a frustrated growl before lowering the phone from ear range, she smacked Jeri across the head like the parental bitch she was. “Jeri! Will you get the hell out of here! I’m trying to work. My phone conversations are only meant for ME.” Turning away and this time bring her tone back to its normal volume she pointed with her thumb in that ‘hit the road you punk’ sort of fashion. “Go pester Trish with a doughnut or something…..Geez…..”

Going back to the phone she decided to continue on since it went silent on the other side. “Anyway, did you need something Agent Popsicle? Normally when people call it’s for backup but you mentioned you had that under control…..right?” Kinda mean but Bao’s people were known for being competent and a bit mysterious in that fishy way. Plus, the only other reason for the call was for the pickup which she was half expecting though…..it would be after Allegra confirmed that everything was actually ok. “…..Hee…hee….um….it sounds...um….interesting there today….but um….back to the subject at hand. It went peacefully….erm….well….peacefully enough…there were no additional civilians harmed and…um….no animals were hurt in the midst of his capture. I….need you to please…um…pick us up…and…I….um….I’m concerned about how he…Mr. Jax Gardener….h-has….he…he….s-swallowed his unmentionable piercings….” Oh god no…… Bringing her free hand to her temples she began massaging the area in preparation for the new headache that was about to form. “………………………….How many?.........”

”….I…would rather not…um….think back to it….i-if you don’t mind, Ms. Allegra Ford….” Sighing she mentally wanted break the fragile phone out of irritation for Agent Popsicle making this job any more difficult than it already is. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best not to sound like she was about to bite lady’s head off as Allegra was more serious now. “It’s important that I know even if it’s……nasty. This way Trish can have an easier time taking them out.” Hearing distress in her voice before a defeated breath was heard Popsicle replied. ”I…I was hoping to save it for the paper work…b-but…y-ou’re right. T-two….maybe…? I…I don’t know….I was in shock when….when he did that….s-sorry…..” Maybe two? Oh boy…….why did Allegra start to feel like she was regretting the whole agreement of having Popsicle be the one to bring Jax in? Intuitive doubts? Maybe….. Making her hand go flat so she did her version of a face palm before growling very softly in a unnatural tone she answered back but this time Allegra wasn't restraining herself. “Next time watch the man more closely!” Sighing, she continued. “Anyway, I’m heading over there now to retrieve you two. Stay in your current location and keep the criminal contained.” Again stuttering could be heard but it was clear enough to interpret before the agent disconnected the call. ”……..sorry….um…w-well…I’ll….s-see you soon….Agent Popsicle out…” Today was just full of surprises….yippee frickin doooo! Closing her phone shut and putting it back in its rightful place, Allie got out of her chair and got ready to leave. But not before notifying Trish about the sudden precaution measures they were going to have to take.