Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 14, 2012 20:18:41 GMT -5
"Agent Tiff, over here!" beckons Agent Page when he sees him walking past, one of three men with their eyes glued to the same computer monitor, though they're quick to make room so that Agent Tiff can see as well. All of them have very serious and somewhat disturbed expressions on their faces. "Start it over for him," he tells the man sitting at the desk before explaining further for Agent Tiff's benefit, "I was just about to call you - we got a report about two men in east Gotham handing out DVDs as 'free Valentine's Day gifts'. And what's on them is..." He trails off, as the video on the DVD is restarting and he's not exactly sure how to describe it briefly anyhow.
Agent Tiff probably remembers the face that immediately appears on the screen. Aside from the pale, almost sickly cast to her skin she doesn't look much different than she did when he interviewed her. The only other thing that's different about her is her mood; when he interviewed her she'd been tense, cold, and angry. Now she's looks relaxed and even happy and she looks at someone behind the camera and says, "Thank you, Eric." She appears to be outside, but it's night and while there's a bright light focused on her face, all that can be seen behind her is bare earth with a few scrubby-looking plants that fades into darkness after several yards.
Her gaze shifts to focus on the camera and she gives it a pleased, arrogant smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, Gotham! I'm Poison Ivy. And isn't this a wonderful day? A day to show the one you love just how much you care." Her expression shifts into an over-dramatic, and yet still very attractive, pout, "Though I'm afraid that I don't love Gotham anymore. I did once, before the F.B.I. came in and ruined everything. Sure it had it's problems, but a woman used to be able to have a little fun in this city. Not anymore..." Her face lights up with a smile again as she continues, "But in spite of my change in feelings, I've decided to give Gotham a gift today anyway - for old time's sake."
She pauses, and her smug grin grows even bigger at the thought of what she's about to say, "I've always thought that Protothecosis was an interesting disease - an algae infection. Very rarely found in humans - only people who are already very sick get it. But I really do enjoy helping plants to grow and evolve, even the microscopic ones, and I was able to improve upon it. I managed to develop a highly contagious strain of it that could easily infect... well, everyone. My tests show that it can spread by casual contact and remain alive on surfaces for days. And the best part is, it only takes someone a day to start spreading it, but they're largely symptom free for two weeks." She pauses to let the math on that sink in a little - 13 days, give or take, of someone walking around thinking they're perfectly fine as they spread her little algae around everywhere they go.
But then her expression becomes thoughtful as she says, "No, wait, I lied..." Her grin reappears as she says, "No, the best part is that unless I'm terribly mistaken it'll have a ninety two percent fatality rate, give or take four percent. And that's with treatment, mind you - I took the obvious precaution of making it even more proof against every anti-fungal drug on the market than it already is." Her smile fades and her expression becomes still happy, but more serious, "Of course, having created it, I know how to cure it already. If I hadn't, I'd imagine that even with my expertise it would take me months to find a cure. And by then it could infect billions. Yes, that's billions with a 'b'. Though fortunately for the people of Gotham, I know that the government is full of idiots who can't solve a crisis quickly. It takes about a month for someone to die once symptoms appear."
The smirk returns to full strength when she adds, "Of course, the reason why I'm explaining this now is because I started spreading it two weeks ago - the first few people, aside from my dearly departed test subjects, should start showing symptoms today. And there'll be more tomorrow, and even more the day after - plagues tend to spread exponentially. You can't miss the symptoms: a slight cough, exhaustion, and the veins around their mouth turn a lovely shade of green."
She smirks again before adding, "And why am I doing this in the first place? Simple! I want the FBI gone. I don't care if they leave on their own or if someone else has to murder them all in the street - when the FBI are gone, then and only then will I share the cure. Which, incidentally, exists in only one place..." She taps the side of her head, "And that's why it's pointless to try and find me. Because for one, that would be very difficult, and two it would be extremely dangerous, and three if you kill me you lose my cure, and if you don't kill me I'd have too much fun watching you die to tell you anything." She laughs lightly at that.
There's a sudden pause, and she frowns a little in thought be before she smiles and says, "Oh yes! I nearly forgot - I have a second present for Gotham. This one isn't as exciting, but I wanted to give it anyway. I developed a plant destroys electric fences - isn't that nice of me? It takes a little time to grow, though it should begin its work this afternoon. Though I know that the feds won't be happy with it, so I it doesn't grow alone - it has a companion plant that... Well, how about I show you?"
Her eyes look beyond the camera and she sweetly says, "Gary, can you please walk over there for me?" A man walks into the camera's view to a bare-looking spot behind her. Almost immediately a thick, root-like plant shoots out of the bare earth and wraps around the man's neck. He struggles against it, but the plant appears to be extremely strong and his struggles stop quickly. The root continues to wrap itself around the unconscious man. She laughs lightly at the scene behind her, before her eyes shift behind the camera again and she says, "Eric, I need you to go over there too."
Eric, however, doesn't immediately comply, and he can be heard off-camera saying, "But... but..." She gets up and walks toward him, leaving the camera's view, but her words can still be heard. "Eric, don't you love me?" she asks. "Yes, but..." he protests. "Please, Eric. I just need you to walk over there by you friend. Is that so much to ask?" she sweetly begs. "I... Okay," he replies, now coming into view walking toward where the other man lies, wrapped up in vines and either dead or nearly so. Not unexpectedly, another root like the first one comes shooting out of the ground and does the same thing to him that it did to Gary. Poison Ivy stays off camera so as not to obscure its view of the scene, though she can be heard laughing lightly at his fate as well.
When his struggles cease, she asks, "Is it a bit extreme to respond to the feds killing someone you don't care about by killing two people they do care about? Probably. Whoopsie." Does having this reaction to this have anything to do with her displeasure in how Harley was threatened after that? No, of course not, what are you talking about?
Agent Page, looking disgusted by all of this, supplies, "Agent Gary Hampton, Agent Eric Fuller. Undercover partnership going after the black market. Their last check-in was two days ago."
"But you don't need to fear the same thing happening to you as long as you leave my fence eater alone, and the opening should be plenty large enough to make leaving Gotham child's play within the week," she comments, still sounding amused, before silence overtakes the scene.
Agent Page interjects again to say, "She doesn't say or do anything else, but the video continues for another five minutes. The... plant appears to suck them dry..." He shakes his head, looking like he's not sure whether or not he believes what he just saw even though he's already watched it before.
(OOC Note: If you'd like to continue this thread with Tiff's reaction, feel free. You can pepper Agent Page with questions ICly or me OOCly all you want.)
Agent Tiff probably remembers the face that immediately appears on the screen. Aside from the pale, almost sickly cast to her skin she doesn't look much different than she did when he interviewed her. The only other thing that's different about her is her mood; when he interviewed her she'd been tense, cold, and angry. Now she's looks relaxed and even happy and she looks at someone behind the camera and says, "Thank you, Eric." She appears to be outside, but it's night and while there's a bright light focused on her face, all that can be seen behind her is bare earth with a few scrubby-looking plants that fades into darkness after several yards.
Her gaze shifts to focus on the camera and she gives it a pleased, arrogant smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, Gotham! I'm Poison Ivy. And isn't this a wonderful day? A day to show the one you love just how much you care." Her expression shifts into an over-dramatic, and yet still very attractive, pout, "Though I'm afraid that I don't love Gotham anymore. I did once, before the F.B.I. came in and ruined everything. Sure it had it's problems, but a woman used to be able to have a little fun in this city. Not anymore..." Her face lights up with a smile again as she continues, "But in spite of my change in feelings, I've decided to give Gotham a gift today anyway - for old time's sake."
She pauses, and her smug grin grows even bigger at the thought of what she's about to say, "I've always thought that Protothecosis was an interesting disease - an algae infection. Very rarely found in humans - only people who are already very sick get it. But I really do enjoy helping plants to grow and evolve, even the microscopic ones, and I was able to improve upon it. I managed to develop a highly contagious strain of it that could easily infect... well, everyone. My tests show that it can spread by casual contact and remain alive on surfaces for days. And the best part is, it only takes someone a day to start spreading it, but they're largely symptom free for two weeks." She pauses to let the math on that sink in a little - 13 days, give or take, of someone walking around thinking they're perfectly fine as they spread her little algae around everywhere they go.
But then her expression becomes thoughtful as she says, "No, wait, I lied..." Her grin reappears as she says, "No, the best part is that unless I'm terribly mistaken it'll have a ninety two percent fatality rate, give or take four percent. And that's with treatment, mind you - I took the obvious precaution of making it even more proof against every anti-fungal drug on the market than it already is." Her smile fades and her expression becomes still happy, but more serious, "Of course, having created it, I know how to cure it already. If I hadn't, I'd imagine that even with my expertise it would take me months to find a cure. And by then it could infect billions. Yes, that's billions with a 'b'. Though fortunately for the people of Gotham, I know that the government is full of idiots who can't solve a crisis quickly. It takes about a month for someone to die once symptoms appear."
The smirk returns to full strength when she adds, "Of course, the reason why I'm explaining this now is because I started spreading it two weeks ago - the first few people, aside from my dearly departed test subjects, should start showing symptoms today. And there'll be more tomorrow, and even more the day after - plagues tend to spread exponentially. You can't miss the symptoms: a slight cough, exhaustion, and the veins around their mouth turn a lovely shade of green."
She smirks again before adding, "And why am I doing this in the first place? Simple! I want the FBI gone. I don't care if they leave on their own or if someone else has to murder them all in the street - when the FBI are gone, then and only then will I share the cure. Which, incidentally, exists in only one place..." She taps the side of her head, "And that's why it's pointless to try and find me. Because for one, that would be very difficult, and two it would be extremely dangerous, and three if you kill me you lose my cure, and if you don't kill me I'd have too much fun watching you die to tell you anything." She laughs lightly at that.
There's a sudden pause, and she frowns a little in thought be before she smiles and says, "Oh yes! I nearly forgot - I have a second present for Gotham. This one isn't as exciting, but I wanted to give it anyway. I developed a plant destroys electric fences - isn't that nice of me? It takes a little time to grow, though it should begin its work this afternoon. Though I know that the feds won't be happy with it, so I it doesn't grow alone - it has a companion plant that... Well, how about I show you?"
Her eyes look beyond the camera and she sweetly says, "Gary, can you please walk over there for me?" A man walks into the camera's view to a bare-looking spot behind her. Almost immediately a thick, root-like plant shoots out of the bare earth and wraps around the man's neck. He struggles against it, but the plant appears to be extremely strong and his struggles stop quickly. The root continues to wrap itself around the unconscious man. She laughs lightly at the scene behind her, before her eyes shift behind the camera again and she says, "Eric, I need you to go over there too."
Eric, however, doesn't immediately comply, and he can be heard off-camera saying, "But... but..." She gets up and walks toward him, leaving the camera's view, but her words can still be heard. "Eric, don't you love me?" she asks. "Yes, but..." he protests. "Please, Eric. I just need you to walk over there by you friend. Is that so much to ask?" she sweetly begs. "I... Okay," he replies, now coming into view walking toward where the other man lies, wrapped up in vines and either dead or nearly so. Not unexpectedly, another root like the first one comes shooting out of the ground and does the same thing to him that it did to Gary. Poison Ivy stays off camera so as not to obscure its view of the scene, though she can be heard laughing lightly at his fate as well.
When his struggles cease, she asks, "Is it a bit extreme to respond to the feds killing someone you don't care about by killing two people they do care about? Probably. Whoopsie." Does having this reaction to this have anything to do with her displeasure in how Harley was threatened after that? No, of course not, what are you talking about?
Agent Page, looking disgusted by all of this, supplies, "Agent Gary Hampton, Agent Eric Fuller. Undercover partnership going after the black market. Their last check-in was two days ago."
"But you don't need to fear the same thing happening to you as long as you leave my fence eater alone, and the opening should be plenty large enough to make leaving Gotham child's play within the week," she comments, still sounding amused, before silence overtakes the scene.
Agent Page interjects again to say, "She doesn't say or do anything else, but the video continues for another five minutes. The... plant appears to suck them dry..." He shakes his head, looking like he's not sure whether or not he believes what he just saw even though he's already watched it before.
(OOC Note: If you'd like to continue this thread with Tiff's reaction, feel free. You can pepper Agent Page with questions ICly or me OOCly all you want.)
