2019-11-05 - OW! With The Lightning

Iggy took finch home. The trip to the police station did NOT go as planned. He told her I'm gonna go back to the apartment, and pack a bag, and bring back ice cream and a pizza and anything else you need. I might be gone two hours tops. Text me. I'll keep you updated.

It would let him get her home and safe and let him take his ABUNDANT FUCKING RAGE and go deal with his shit in a more constructive manner becase he can only take so much. He drives his brother's car and just sits in the Driver's seat outside Itzhak's shop texting him he needs to borrow him for 40 for an emergency.

The windows are up tight but when Itzhak steps foot in the parking lot Ignacio can be heard and felt through the metal and glass. Knuckles white and screaming from his gut.

Itzhak comes jogging out, eyebrows up. That fury in Ignacio; he can feel it boiling! And oh boy can he HEAR it. He lets himself in, dropping into the passenger seat, and spreads his hands at his brother from another mother. "Nu?"

In other words, let's not fuck around, give it to me straight.

He's trying not to seethe. The Mentalist is seething and leaking like a Chernobyl reactor core. It's been a while and this has been coming.

Weirdly Itzhak is the one that gets to see this side of him btu maybe because he can handle it? Ignacio's molards grind together and his moments of mitigation and compassion are abruptly at a halt.

Tersely he says, "We went. To the police station... and that cabron shut her down." His eyes water with pure fury. His eyesstay fixed on the dash before they snap to Itzhak filled with hurt and war, "How you do that to her? HOW... do you do that... to another fucking human being? I dunno. I mean it's a LOT but you don't jsut tell someone 'is that it? Your'e dismissed'"

A growl starts low and OH the rapido things he would never say infront of his mama!

If you want someone to be pissed off in tandem with you, Itzhak is an excellent choice. He doesn't fear anger and he doesn't see a hell of a lot of need to calm anger when it arrives. As far as he's concerned, Iggy has ever reason to be pissed off with the entire world and he's never quite understood what drove him to be the compassionate mitigator he so often is.

"He what?" he says, eyes widening and lip rising in a disbelieving sneer. "Oh for FUCK'S sake!" He slams his fist into his palm.

Fingers splay wide clutching at air and he breathes. so. damn. slowly. His jaw tight he just shakes hsi ehad looking to Itzhak. "I tried. I... Tried... and like...he's scared. I know.. he's scared cause I cracked his head like a goddamn egg."

He... did what?!

Rubbing his face with his hand he sighs murmuring, "Mighta... mind... assailed... a police captain in his office" He winces.
"BUT HE WAS BEING A CHODE!"

Itzhak winces too. "Well, uh, on the bright side, pretty sure they can't arrest you for that." Practical issues here, people, assault by telepathy is not on the books. "I can't blame ya. You wanna hit the heavy bag? ...You wanna hit me?"

He's a good friend.

Running his fingers through his curls, he adds, "You're probably gonna want to hit me," with a dolorous kind of Jewish humor. "'Cause I got somethin' to tell you and you ain't gonna like it. But now I gotta. It's too important."

Ignacio just sits and fume. His head rests against the backs of his blanched knuckles that grip the wheel. He takes a slow deep breath and growls, "If you broke my trumpet... instead of cleaning it... like ya said? You might be doing the world a favor."

Itzhak snorts an unwilling laugh. "Oy vey, if only it was that simple. Okay, just, please don't kick me in the brain. You can kick me anywhere else, you can zap me, just, no brain."

Rules of engagement. Itzhak is pretty damn serious about what he's about to say.

He sucks in a breath, and lets it out on, "I'm fucking de la Vega." And then tenses up, ready to take a hit.

Ignacio sits so very still and clearly hears: no hair, no brains.

The good thing about Itzhak is he's a master physicalist so anyhting that happens he can deflect. He also has a shield, and 4 rubber tires touching ground under his ass.

What is not great is his best friend is a fucking pissed off Pikachu and in that briefest moment of permission has a faint bluish hue to his olive skin that arcs off of him like he's Thor, which also, sadly, kills the battery in the car.

"WHAT THE SHIT ITZHAK?!? DID YOU EVEN KNOW???"

Itzhak flinches. Now there's a sight Ignacio doesn't get to see much: big, tough Itzhak cringing away from him. "Ahh FUCK!" Sizzle! His shirt has holes burned into it, and his black curls are going wild. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK that fucking HURT." Pronounced 'hoit.' But he's already holding his hands up, palms open. He's smoking a little around the edges. "Okay okay I deserved that, but no I didn't know! I didn't know shit until we found the polaroid!"

Itzhak just gets stared at. How Ignacio rose to being moderator? Well... he never liked conflict, but like the days it was Itzhak bleeding on the ground and he ran in without a plan, he's not afraid of it and at times he just can't control it.

He says with the words tight in his throat "Yeah. it does. " hurts a lot. he takes a deep breath and sets his jaw choosing his words carefully, "Itzhak... you're family to me. But if you do that to FInch? We ain't brothers no more." Line drawn. "I'm ... exhausted... with people hurting her or letting her down. Don't you fucking do that to her. Swear it."

"I wouldn't nevah." Itzhak's mashed up against the door, panting, looking kinda beat up. Those muscle contractions are a bitch. "I'm tellin' you so I can fuckin' prove to you that I'm not gonna hurt her over him. Christ, I don't even know what I could say to her! Or him! I told her God's own truth which is that he is fucked up inside."

He rubs the back of his hand against his eyes, which he always does when he's trying to cover up that he's getting teary. "It wasn't nobody's business until now. He didn't know he had a living kid, okay? He didn't know and I didn't know. I'm telling you so you know I'm fucking serious about this family, Nacio. I'm not gonna fuck it up for her. I swear it on my father's grave."

Ignacio sits theretaking a slow breath trying to find calm. SO... so much rageand mostly at the futility. "Yeah." He says quietly, "Yeah he is which is why I dint' do this to him... prolly." Did he think he should? Shit, now he looks a little afraid. Eyes still wide open, hot tears crawling down his face.

He nods slowly and holds his breath. "He's scared... IT's... it's why I didn't light up his office. I ...wanted to. " It's almost a question or surprise. "I really wanted to jsut... make em hurt and feel everything seize up the way he did to her. He hurt her and no amount of jello pudding is going to fill that pit or strippers from ALL OVER would be wrestling i it and she could afford Cornell again."

"He had a kid," Itzhak mutters. "His son, he died. If he's scared, that's gotta be one reason why. Don't tell anybody I told you that."

Then he reaches out a long arm and hooks Ignacio in to hug him tight. He knows that look. That's the look of someone who found out something terrifying about themselves. He's seen it in the mirror often enough.

"Listen to me, Naishka," he mutters against hair as black as his own. "You're strong now. You're real strong. You can't hurt me that bad, but you could hurt him. So if you want to hurt him? You come hurt me. Comprende?"

Iggy brings a hand up and hugs his elbows and squints his eyes tightly shut. Finally he breathes in a gasp of air that shifts to normal. "Si, si complrende, mano." Deep breaths, NAcio. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I just... need the world to stop shitting on her."

his voice breaks a but in a choked sob that becomes a sigh, "We saw Marissa. She was so... ay, que bonita! With the flowers and the... being almost alive."

"She was so pretty!" Itzhak's throat clogs up too. "She waved at me. She was so proud of you, man. So proud, and so am I." He smooches Ignacio on the temple, his unshaven face kinda prickly, and releases his grip around him, letting Iggy back off if he wants. "Seeing you play for her made me wanna play again. Since the funeral...I didn't. But you played for her and I had to."

He swallowed as the hand comes up to hug the elbow discharging static into the affection. Fzzzzt!

He's working on that. The memory still so raw and fresh punching through worn thin emotion. He looks up, voice hoarse, "Well...I couldn't tell her no, but... I'm glad she made me. I ain't felt like that in... too long." Looking up, tired, dark eyes hard but warm as wood. The fight is still there, but not with its anymore. "I think we should. I think maybe that's the point that maybe we're not too let that die. To celebrate that it just..." he winces and falls silent. His emotions fill the car filling in what words cannot. hurts so much.

"I know, tati, I know." Itzhak allows the electricity to crackle over and through him, much less with the stinging and the contractions this time. "Hurts like a bitch." He rubs Iggy's back, carefully, what with all the broken bits and the electricity. "So you want we should play again? I'm down. Missed it with ya, bruddah."

Itzhak's missed a lot of things with this new version of Ignacio, and he hasn't dared say so about any of them. It wasn't his place, not when Nacio's body didn't work so good anymore.

Iggy holds onto itzhak and his anger, rage and frustration. There's a lot he's not letting out and he's trying, trying from the core of him impulsive soul, to try rp deal with it all and failing little by little.

Beginning up all the things Nacio can't do anymore is likely to unravel the man's rehab hard and fast. Still, he's not played since the stop of the old place in Queens... and like ItZ missed or like a part of himself. "Eeeh, ya know, I'm thinking, maybe that could be thing. Maybe your garage where I can stick at it in peace though raf's got the piano at our place. He might do that or get his guitar and join too." He sniffs so he doesn't angry snot on his bro's arm.

A deep breath later his jaw sets. He's still angry, frustrated and just looks to Itzhak for a long time. The lights in the dash flicker to life once and die again . Itzhak was right, his little buddy is packing more of a punch than he realizes and it is entirely uncontrolled. It's dawning on him quickly as he murmurs *"Lo siento. You know it is completely self-entitled bullshit but I'm calling in a fucking favor on you, 'mano And it'll help Finch so..." So if he says yes Iggy will feel marginally better like he has any control over the chaos around him right now, regardless of how superfluous it is. If Itzhak says no? well... he won't say no to helping either of them really.

Itzhak doesn't know it himself, but he's turning aside those flickers and zaps of electricity. They spark off him and ground into the car. He keeps hugging Ignacio as tight as he thinks he can risk it, like he's worried de Santos might fly apart if he doesn't.

"We haven't jammed for real in forever. Let's do it." Itzhak even rocks him a little, unconsciously, trying to soothe them both. "Bruddah, you know I ain't about to say no. Hit me. ...But not with the lightning. That shit hurts."

The caveat draws a faint half grin, "Yeah. Hey to be fair I didn't expect that. Sobriety's hitting me like Thor's hammer, man." His forehead leans forward to rest on the back of his hands still gripping the where. He doesn't shoo Itzhak away. "Tired, amigo. I'm tired and I'm kinda done with people being shitty to people that never deserved it. And... I dunno how to make it stop. Just, make it stop, Nacio." He sighs and the burn in his chest from being angry and screaming and a furious tears just burn. With a murmur he says "I need to bring Finch ice cream... can you help me jump the car? I don't want to accidentally blow it up."