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Her green, plastic watering can for her fake, Chinese rubber plant; SEMI-OPEN/INCOMP

Feb 06, 2009 02:18

WHO: Nightwing { knightprodigy } & Poison Ivy { kiss-you-deadly } & any other superheroes - Bats & Spiders.
WHAT: Fresh off the boat Nightwing's encountered a old acquaintance via the journals. He's gone to do some checking up on her.
WHERE: The jungle tree line
WHEN: Day 314 - 315?

( Okay, so maybe he'd have to go back to 'Daywing' just for the time being. )

Ω poison ivy, place - jungle, Ω nightwing/dick grayson

Comments 10

kiss_you_deadly February 6 2009, 03:27:09 UTC

So, more of the Batcrew had arrived. And with him, more supervision, as though darling Ivy needed to be hounded over like some out of control child. Of course, she couldn't expect them to understand-- any of them. No, not these people. Not these men. All of these burnt, very nearly lifeless children around her were just plants. Just plants. Insignificant. Undeserving of the nurture given to children.

Men hardly understood what they weren't related to. Their disregard for the world around them was disgusting.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, baby. Mama's here," she cooed softly, kneeling to caress the charred leaves of a sapling with her fingertips. All around her, there was blackness. So many had been lost, and it would take years to restore the land to it's pristine condition. Her expression twisted with rage and pain, she turned her attention to a small bush burned to the bark and black like coal. She would find whoever did this. She would find them, and she would make them pay, and there was nothing The Batman and his motley crew do-gooders ( ... )

knightprodigy February 6 2009, 03:49:06 UTC

Hn. Like she had to ask.

The moment he had stepped over the tree line and into her 'domain' she'd have been alerted. Most likely.

Nightwing kept a look-out for any creeping vines or climbing ivy; he wasn't here to trespass, just to check in, but the plants all listened to their Mother, who - from the distant sound of her voice - wasn't about to be reasoned with.

He shifted along the branch, feeling the sea breeze even up here as it gently swayed through the tree tops. Crouching, he poked his head out of the covering the foliage had thus far provided, just enough to make his presence known.

kiss_you_deadly February 6 2009, 06:51:31 UTC

Oh, no, she knew far too well just where the little bird was hiding out. Pity, though, he didn't seem to want to answer her call. No matter; he knew she knew he was there. If he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't try anything too fishy.

"You don't want to come down and play with me?" She chimed just in time to catch his grand entrance, and motioned to the ground around her. "We could use your company down here. A little moral support. Don't be shy; I'm not in the mood to play dirty. Not with you, in any case." She averted her gaze as she knelt, once more, to tend to her plants-- To coax them, to give them strength. A sapling wriggled at her gentle touch, and Ivy smiled fondly. Perhaps this wouldn't take as long as she'd thought. It was a wonder what a Mother's touch could do.

knightprodigy February 6 2009, 17:50:15 UTC

It was very easy to believe Ivy. Especially when you saw her like this, as a Mother caring for her children. But it didn't take long either to remember that this little rose had its thorns, and Dick had been pricked by a fair few of them back in his Robin days. He suppressed an involuntary shudder.

Still, a little conversation never hurt anyone, and he was curious. "What happened, Isley? Who did this?" to you, to them.

kiss_you_deadly February 8 2009, 04:55:57 UTC

"Whoever they are, they will pay." She had her suspicions, but there were no names she cared to voice to the likes of him. Casual conversation was one thing, but she could hardly trust him enough to give up the name of her next target. It was only a matter of time before she had her revenge. Stronger. Faster. Harder than it had been before.

An army of her plants hadn't been nearly enough. No. She'd have to hit closer to home this time. It was too easy to ignore the pleas of strangers, but when one hits the heart....

She narrowed her eyes. The heartbreak was nearly unbearable, and the sadness etched on her features unmistakable. She had never asked for much here, other than to be left in peace with her children "They destroy everything they touch. Everything."

knightprodigy February 9 2009, 00:25:45 UTC

Nightwing could easily guess that Ivy's 'they' pointed to society; a generalization. She was blinded by her cause, as ever.

"Maybe I could help you?" Dick dropped down from the tree-tops, landing carefully with effortless poise, though he maintained the distance between them.

With patience and understanding was generally how they had dealt with Isely in the past, of course, this was when she was capable of being reasoned with and not on a hell-bent war-path. "If you'll let me?"

Sorry for the late; I fail copious amounts of turtle chocolates. kiss_you_deadly February 10 2009, 04:58:30 UTC

Help her?

She watched him, scrutinizing his every move-- his every breath, right down to the core. She was in no mood to trust, no mood to risk any of the few lives left here, but she would be lying if she said the help wasn't wanted. Needed, even. With so much ground to cover, the extra hands would prove useful.

He lacked a Mother's delicate touch, but....

"Clear the debris, if you don't mind." She lowered her head, but not her gaze. "Talk to them. Your voice may not be mine, but it will be a welcome one. They need the encouragement."

u silleh thing knightprodigy February 10 2009, 18:07:00 UTC

Nightwing stared flatly at her for a moment. She wanted him to 'talk' to the plants? Actually, talk to them. Talk to the... Oboy.

"Do they have names?" She knew him well enough; the sarcasm was conversational, he meant neither Ivy or her plants any offence. "Or do I just address the general populous?" He asked, already sifting through what was ash and what was greenery.

"Wow. Someone did a number on you." Probably not what it wanted to hear, but who were they to be choosy? They should just be grateful for his fresh, young face, after all.

kiss_you_deadly February 11 2009, 04:40:42 UTC

She smiled a genuine smile as she listened to him, building a small pile of debris beside her. "You don't know?" She asked as she cleared charred remains from a poor, smothered berry bush and brushed its prickly leaves with her fingertips. "They hear, just as you do. They feel, just as you do. When there is danger, they communicate with one another. Just because you can't hear it, it doesn't mean it doesn't happen." She paused, sparing a quiet whisper for the bush before she moved on.

"Everything you do, and everything you say...." She shrugged and turned her head to the sky. Just hours ago, her view of it would have been obscured by towering treetops and cascading vines. Now, all she saw was a wide, vast expanse of smooth rain clouds. This weather would give the children the help they needed to grow, so long as there was sunlight to break through.

knightprodigy February 13 2009, 01:40:48 UTC

Dick watched her from the corner of his eye. Hard to feel anything but sorry for her when you saw her like this.

"I'll keep that in mind." 'Everything you do, and everything you say.' It certainly sounded like a warning when you thought about Ivy's...wilder tendencies.

Nightwing shifted some of the larger debris, leaving the 'plant talk' to Ivy. He'd had enough crazy talk for one day, he decided, let alone branching out to talk to the plants.

Branching out. Get it?

"So, how long have you been here, Ivy?" Dick asked, moving a collapsed truck from its leaning post against another tree to the jungle floor.