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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 19, 2012 22:43:52 GMT -5
While the Scarecrow simply isn't one to want any sort of relationship, Poison Ivy may be completely incapable of having one except in extremely rare situations. Sure she knows how to negotiate a deal, but there's no emotion behind such things - people are merely tools to getting what she wants, and making deals is one method. Probably the most annoying method, but it leaves the other person alive, willing to get her what she wants in the future, and isn't as dangerous as the other methods. So it's probably the best way to handle the Scarecrow as long as he remains useful and is willing to do so.
When he uncovers his supply of fear toxin, her eyes go over it in mild interest. Fear may not be her 'thing', but she can appreciate a good mind-altering chemical concoction a bit more than your average person. But his words make her laugh a little as she comments, "I take it that you didn't hear about my Valentine's Day presents to Gotham." It isn't really a question, as she assumes that she would have seen a hint of that by now. What she did, after all, was not minor by any means. Then again, the effects will become more obvious later rather than sooner so it's not too surprising that someone as reclusive as the Scarecrow wouldn't have heard about it yet. "But there's no reason why the hornet's nest can't be poked twice," she adds with a smirk as she hints that she's already done something to loosen the FBI's grip on the city - but surely it could only help things further if the Scarecrow has his own plan.
To the point of actually being somewhat interested in seeing it happen. Though she's certainly not willing to risk anything to help, she certainly wouldn't mind providing some minor assistance if she can do so without risking herself, especially if he'll tell her where exactly he got those flowers so she can look into that. One step at a time though... "Can you be more specific about what you mean by 'brawn'? My own human resources are low but, depending on what exactly you need..." she says, before trailing off. Like him, she usually works alone. But unlike him, she's rather good at getting people to do what she wants - she just doesn't like them. And also unlike him, just because she doesn't work with other people doesn't mean that she does everything herself - she has her plants.
His comment on danger is causes her to laugh lightly, as she replies, "I suppose the better question is, which of us is in more danger right now?" Because it certainly isn't her. And that accounts for much of her confidence right now. Sure he could possibly hurt her if this conversation goes the wrong way, but her ability to hurt back is probably much worse. "Though of course I'm speaking hypothetically," she adds idly, softening that statement with her own indication that she'd prefer to keep things perfectly civil.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 20, 2012 7:17:51 GMT -5
It had been a long time since 'the doctor' was involved in a serious relationship. Or at least at the time he thought it to be serious. As his mind traveled back to the day he was made a fool of his left hand tighten around the wood of the crate. They wouldn't be the last to humiliate him as he still pressed on to be the best that he could be. He only fell to crime after realizing that these insignificant people around him were not worthy of who he was. Getting fired from Arkham was just one of the final pushes. This time would be different, this time he would have Gotham by the throat begging for mercy.
The Scarecrow debated on removing his mask several times in his head. He was after all in his home and there seemed to be no one else around but them. It gave him a great deal of pleasure to use it, it made him feel powerful. He was not worried about concealing his identity from her, she possibly already knew. Every now and then he would pause and listen for any outside intruders.
“I have not, as you can see I have been tied up at the docks, what fear have you instilled?” He replied, quite curious about what she had actually done. If it was anything significant it may be the leverage that he could use to get his plans in motion. Getting the FBI out of the way would invite more than one villains attention however. The Scarecrow had met many of Gotham's finest in Arkham, in fact he had been there doctor at one point or another for some. This Poison Ivy however he had never seen or heard of, perhaps if he knew her real name. “I have plenty of toxin to be replicated in massive amount if I wished it, I have most resources at my disposal besides a decent lab. What I need now is other hands to handle some of the work. A small group for protection, and a few for handling odd jobs and transportation.” He said directly.
The Scarecrow laughed and shook his head. He didn't fear her, more fascinated him, like a lab specimen. “Of course” He answered wanting the question to remain hypothetical. This was not the time nor the place to decide who was better than whom. If it ever came to the point he was sure they would both have their chance to prove it. For now, a partner ship seemed more reasonable for both of them.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 20, 2012 16:17:03 GMT -5
Poison Ivy certainly doesn't care who the man behind Scarecrow's mask is. Why would that matter? Though if he ever crossed her she would, of course, use whatever knowledge she has of him against him, since he has not it doesn't matter to her. Of course, if she did ever care to know, finding out would be as simple as finding someone who does know and 'asking', even if he keeps his mask on.
And she smirks when he confirms his ignorance of the plot she's set in motion. While she may not be in crime for the fame or recognition, she does love getting attention. So she's not at all shy about bragging about her achievements. "Two things: First, I refined a certain algal infection to be more contagious and, of course, deadly. Of course I know the cure, though I've made it known I will only provide it when the FBI are gone. The first few victims will start dying in less than a month, but as I expect most of Gotham will be infected I expect protests and perhaps even riots even before then if the FBI don't leave. Secondly, one of my plants is even now destroying the electric fence the FBI put around the city, guarded by another plant that eats people. I expect it should be easy enough for people to leave and enter Gotham in a few days or so..." she explains.
And she's obviously quite pleased with herself to judge by the smug expression on her face. While she may not care much about the emotion of fear, the first part of her scheme is definitely liable to cause a great amount of fear if her demand isn't met and the cure remains out of reach, especially in the infected and anyone who cares about them. The second part merely allows the infection to spread beyond Gotham's borders.
When he explains what he needs, her lips purse for a moment in thought as she considers that before she replies, "If it's unskilled labor you need, it would not be difficult for me to 'persuade' several men to help you. I can't promise any would have any sort of quality to them, though there are many men who were formerly employed by people who the FBI have since arrested and I could certainly point them in your direction. What becomes of them after that would not matter to me."
Yes, convincing some of the scum of Gotham she's been forced to deal with that joining the Scarecrow would be a very good idea would not be very difficult. Keeping them convinced after they do so might be difficult, but that would be Scarecrow's problem and she imagines that he has ways of keeping them in line. And it's not as if she has any concern about any of their well-being.
She smiles when he laughs at her implied threat, but doesn't comment further. If he finds her more fascinating than fearful, that's actually by design - it's why her costume is so very revealing, for example. Everything about her, especially her pheromones, encourages a man to be distracted and lower his guard, being too fascinated by her to realize the danger.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 20, 2012 17:47:03 GMT -5
Her story of releasing a contagious Toxin to strike fear and panic into Gotham made him smile. It wouldn't be the first time this was done in several different ways. The city had been held for ransom in many different ways, for many different reasons. It was quite a brilliant way to loosen the grip of the FBI on the city. Of course it would only become the perfect plan if it worked. The Scarecrow thought to himself that they were probably working on a cure as they spoke, whether they could mass produce it in time was another story.
Being the selfish, secluded type he was he thought about his own health. Though he must have been at his home when all of this occurred it would surely spread to the docks eventually if it hadn't already. “Of course you were planning to share the antidote with myself, our partnership would surely struggle if not provided.” The Scarecrow spoke without sounding too worried about it. Most of the time when he was out he was wearing his filtered mask anyway. Though he couldn't say he had it on all the time. He wanted the antidote fore more than one reason. Not for just his own well being but in an effort to isolate what it was. 'Knowing more about my acquaintances abilities never hurt.' He thought.
For being new to the criminal scene she was proving to be quite a useful ally if they came to an agreement. He wondered about her confidence in getting others to work for him. 'Fear is persuasive' he reminded himself. Though this was the method that he would use, after he got a hold of a group of followers. It worked the last time, though he had a bit more at his disposal being backed by a much more powerful force. If there was one thing that was common among the low life’s of Gotham was that they could be bought easily.
“What would you want in return for such service?” The Scarecrow asked now wanting to get to the raw points of the deal. It was clear that if they were to be partners it would only be if certain benefit was provided. He wondered how she would come about getting these arrested men at her disposal, but he didn't question her methods.
The fact that he had not been one of the romantic nature made the Scarecrow uninterested in her features, aside from the scientific stand point. After he developed his obsession with fear and a hatred for man kind it wiped most of what a normal man would experience away. He could still be effected chemically however. The Scarecrow wasn't immune to the allure of a woman though he was more resistant to it than anything. If he were to fall into such a situation he would narrow it down to the source, which he would conclude was fear, his one true love and obsession.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 20, 2012 19:28:28 GMT -5
(OOC Note: She did not mean that the men she'd be getting have been arrested, but that their bosses were arrested. Which means that they'd be out of work but already have experience in working for a criminal. ) Poison Ivy is, of course, somewhat concerned that an alternative cure will be discovered, but she'd had that in mind when she developed the algae and did everything she could to make it proof against everything she could think of. No doubt that they'll still be able to come up with a cure themselves, but she suspects that it will take them long enough and that enough people will be in danger of dying that they'll have to resort to meeting her demands and getting it from her. Just because she's new at this doesn't mean that she can't anticipate the likely responses of the people fighting against her and be prepared for it. His statement about his own well-being is met with an unconcerned, " Of course - if you're infected, I'll give you the cure." But she means that literally. She's not about to give it to him if he doesn't need it, and if he does she'd administer it herself instead of handing it to him. She's a rather paranoid person and knows that it's best if she doesn't make the antidote unless she needs it, and keep it in her own hands - someone else could analyze it and discover the cure much more quickly that way. In fact, she's guessing that he could find a way to profit from it if he were so inclined - no, that's a secret she's going to be keeping strictly to herself for the time being. Though if he wants to analyze her abilities and the disease itself isn't enough, he's bound to have other opportunities to analyze something of hers as long as he keeps on her good side. When he asks what she wants in return, she pauses thoughtfully as she tries to decide. A part of her very much wants to ask again about the poppies, but his quick dodging of the question before seemed to imply that he would be reluctant to give up that information. Better to wait until later to ask - besides, it would keep her from appearing too overeager. Even if it pains her slightly to hold off on helping a plant. So instead she'll ask for something else that she wants. " Hmm, finding you some men would be a minor task, so what I ask for should be small," she muses out loud before she says, " Oh, I know! I want you to inject me with a dose of your toxin. I want to see what it does to me." And after she makes that request she smiles, but she's being quite serious. As that would help her in a couple of different ways, actually, as odd as that seems.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 20, 2012 20:52:25 GMT -5
The Scarecrow wasn't surprised when she accepted to give him the antidote, though on her terms. If she had done all she said she was a smart woman, and knew that he was in it for his self. At the moment he wasn't worried all too much that he was infected, though her mentioning that she would administer the cure herself was some reassurance. He has done the same in the past, there is a counter agent to his toxin, but he would never give up the cure. Learning from his mistakes with his old toxins his new serum effects would only be extremely temporary, but terribly effective for what he wanted. He simply nodded in response to her offering the cure only if needed. He would hold her to it if need be.
It wasn't that he couldn't get men on his own to do his will it was just safer to do it through a third party. You know what they always say about success. Becoming rich and successful is best done with other peoples money and other peoples hands. But the Scarecrow wasn't in it for the money, he was in it for revenge. Being able to study his obsession was a bonus.
The Scarecrow tilted his head in amusement and some wonder at her request. It was the last thing he generally expected from someone let alone one of his fellow career criminal. How could he resist? A chance to study her fears? To make her fear him? The deal was far too sweet, almost too sweet. “As you wish” He said simply, he wasn't going to protest to this type of opportunity. He moved slowly past her and reached for his lab coat hanging near the door. His hand moved the coat open and reached into the inside pocket for a syringe filled with the toxin. The Scarecrow removed it from the coat and moved back to his lab table. Behind a series of test tubes was a small bottle with no label, and a cloth. He reached for the cloth and the bottle, slowly unscrewing the cap and then soaking a bit of the cloth with it.
He turned back to Poison Ivy and extended his hand. He wanted her to make sure that she wanted this as much as he did. So he would let her place her own arm in his hand, especially after the way the vines had gripped him earlier. “Wouldn't want to upset 'them' again would we? There is no telling what you may see I will warn you, but I can tell you with much confidence that it will be your greatest fears realized. I will give you a small dose to make the effect temporary” The Scarecrow said while pushing a bit of toxin out of the needle to make sure no air was left in it. He was prepared to administer.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 20, 2012 22:35:32 GMT -5
Poison Ivy watches his reaction to her request very carefully. Yes, she thought that he would have that reaction, or something very similar. The man is clearly too obsessed with his craft. That's one of the reasons she asked this for her 'payment' - if he's going to obsess over sticking her with his fear toxin, she'd rather he do it now when she expects it rather than taking her by surprise with it later. It's hard for her to have even a minimal level of trust in people, let alone any at all when surprise needles is a possibility.
Though if he knew all that she could learn from this experience, he'd be likely to change his mind. But, like the predictable man that he his, he lacks the creativity to see the possibilities. Especially since she left out one of her abilities when she explained to him what she can do. Well, he's likely to find out now.
As he prepares the toxin, she carefully removes the long glove on what she's sure he'll be relieved to see is her arm without the vine wrapped around it. Though she has a very strong suspicion on what the end result of this will be, it's probably best to keep her semi-intelligent vine away from him just in case she's wrong. She simply nods to his explanation, not appearing to be the least bit concerned about what will happen. "How long does it take to work? And how long does it last?" is all she asks as she steps closer and puts her arm in his hand, as those are only things she's wondering about.
He'd be able to feel that her skin is a bit cold, but her arm is totally relaxed. Not only does she seem unconcerned by the idea of fear toxin in her system, but she also doesn't appear to have any sort of fear of needles even though that's quite the common one. Though if he knew more about her, he wouldn't find that aspect surprising - she injects herself with all sorts of stuff all the time. If she wasn't used to needles by now, then she'd never be.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 20, 2012 23:51:40 GMT -5
This would be quite an interesting night indeed. He hadn't had a volunteer in years it seemed. The possibilities were endless in his mind. He thought over the realty that the toxin might not effect her at all, or possibly a different amount? Would his Brave toxin work? Or maybe even...his new project. He wouldn't give her that though, for that to fall into his enemies, or his acquaintances hands would be disastrous to him. Which is why he never wrote the formula down, all of it he committed to memory, for good reason.
At the time he was too obsessed with what the result of her fear would be to consider that she may have a trick up her sleeve. The deal was just far too good for him to pass up. His hand wrapped around her cold now exposed arm and he wiped the middle of it off with the dampened cloth. “It's just alcohol” He reassured her. “A full dosage would make a man lose his mind permanently without a counter agent. Wait too long and nothing will save them.” he paused checking the needle again for bubbles before placing it at her arm and pushing it in slowly. “I am only going to give you a small dosage it shouldn't last more than an hour, however expect your motor skills to be effect for a few more after, nothing major, It should only take a few moments. The mind is a fascinating and powerful thing.” The Scarecrow explained as he pushed down on the top of the needle. He only put in about 2cc's of the serum. It should be enough considering her height and weight. Carefully he pressed the cloth gently over the top of the needle and pulled it out. It was only a matter of time now.
It was a good thing he didn't give her a full dosage, most of his patients would scream in terror. At the docks, and with the FBI skulking about, he didn't need the attention. Even if no one was around he didn't want a chance of being found, not yet. After getting protection he would move his place of hiding anyway. Someplace nicer perhaps, money talks.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 21, 2012 0:30:57 GMT -5
Scarecrow isn't the only one who uses the tactic of never writing things down - Poison Ivy is the same way. And she doesn't label anything in her lab either, even though she trusts that the only person who would be able to snoop around in it would be Harley. It's just the sensible thing to do if you're intelligent enough to remember and there's any possibility that an enemy may raid your lab. And especially with the FBI likely to grow more and more desperate trying to find her cure. But like she'd told them, it's only to be found safely tucked away in her head.
Though she watches what he's doing carefully, she doesn't comment as he allows him to inject her with the toxin. The alcohol is actually unnecessary - she's quite immune to anything that could contaminate the injection site. So is actually using a clean needle, for the same reason, though she won't tell him that either. Best to let him assume that she has all the normal human frailties that he'd expect. She simply nods when he answers her questions, her mind quickly shifting to simply watching herself for any hints of a mental or physical reaction to the substance.
When he's done, she steps away a little, not particularly wanting to remain so close when she could have any number of reactions. But she knows that the odds are great that it will have no effect on her. Most things don't - her body's chemistry is simply too different and so easily incorporates anything into itself. But it does react to some things, and the more powerful and the more unusual the more likely that it will do something. But probably never what it's meant to do - which is why she didn't really pay that much attention when he explained what his toxin is supposed to do. Because if she does react to it, she expects that it'll do something completely different. In fact, most of the time when she reacts to something, the reaction is positive. Arsenic, for example, seems to make her feel better - healthier. So if she does have a reaction to this, she wants to know what it is.
Her expression remains passive as she simply waits, trying to keep herself aware enough of both her mind and body to see if there are any effects. She doesn't think that she feels any differently. Perhaps she needs to give it some more time - just because the effect is supposed to be fast doesn't mean that if it does something to her it will also be fast for her. But as the moments tick by, Scarecrow will surely notice that she's not screaming in fear. Yes, she's definitely not going to hallucinate about Dr. Woodrue...
Because she knows exactly what she'd see if this stuff did to her what it's supposed to. Helpless, tied to a laboratory table while the man she thought loved her injected her with syringe after syringe of poison until she passed out from it... Her mind cannot come up with a fear any greater than having to go through something like that again. But she won't - she's much stronger now. Well able to protect herself. And it seems that even the Scarecrow can't even make her hallucinate about it happening again. Her eyes shift over to him, and she finds a small smirk crossing her face as she wonders what he makes of her reaction to his toxin - or, rather, her lack of one.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 21, 2012 14:59:30 GMT -5
After removing the shot from her arm he turned to place the syringe back on the lab table. It still had quite a bit of serum in it and he wasn't worried about contaminating someones blood with it. It wasn't like he ever used his serum on people he cared about, there was no one to care about. The Scarecrow watched her step back and only knew it was a matter of time before she fell to her knees in agony.
Something was wrong..She wasn't screaming she wasn't moaning in fear or agony. Poison Ivy wasn't doing much of anything but standing there with that look on her face. A look that seemed almost triumphant to Scarecrow. Could it have been possible that she was immune to his toxin? It made him wonder just what else she was immune to. At this point it was clear to the Scarecrow that the woman that stood before him was not human, but something more. If it were years ago he would have wanted her in a concealed room running test after test on her unique ability.
For now none of that was possible, he had no way of containing her here. Especially if she was resistant to his toxin. The Scarecrow concluded in his mind that it wasn't the only thing she was immune to. “You are immune to quite a significant dose...Do you have your answer?” The Scarecrow said almost reluctantly. There was almost a tension in the room now as he thought about how he could change things in his serum to make it effect her. To do this he would need a blood sample which he doubted she was willing to hand over. For now he believed she got what she wanted, and now it was her turn to deliver.
He would find out in time what was this Poison Ivy's fears, whether at his own hands or through observation of her deeds in Gotham. The upper hand would surely be his, in his mind. The calculations and formulas buzzed through The Scarecrows head as he waited for a response from her. After tonight he was sure that a change of scenery would be needed, for several reasons.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 21, 2012 15:48:53 GMT -5
Poison Ivy's smirk only becomes bigger at the reluctance in his voice. Though the answer to his question is, "Not Yet." As she replaces the long glove over her bare arm she explains, "It may yet have had an effect on me. Just... not the one you wanted. I'll have to run some tests when I get home."
As complicated as the inner workings of her body is now, she's an expert on the complex relationship between the part of her that's human, the part that is plant, and the part that is poison. Her greatly enhanced immune system rendered the toxin harmless somehow, and by analyzing the changes in her blood she'll be able to tell how that was accomplished. And she'll be able to learn a lot from that. But, naturally, she's not going to share her findings with the Scarecrow.
"But I'm satisfied - you'll get your men," she adds, formally acknowledging that he's lived up to his end of their deal and now it's her turn. "Should I tell them to find you here, or elsewhere?" she asks idly, figuring that's a good thing to know. If it was her, she wouldn't want hired help knowing where she hides herself. Then again, she wouldn't want hired help at all.
If she knew everything else he was thinking she would have laughed. True, a sample of her blood would be enlightening, but getting it from her - either willingly or unwillingly - would be rather difficult. If that was managed, actually analyzing would also be difficult - especially since her blood is also a rather lethal contact poison. And even after it was analyzed, being able to understand and use the results would be even more difficult - the doctors in the hospital where she recovered from Dr. Woodrue's attack could only ever conclude that she shouldn't be able to live with anywhere near that much poison in her blood, even though she clearly is. She herself only really understands it because she was Dr. Woodrue's student before he did it to her.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 21, 2012 17:35:16 GMT -5
Her obvious satisfaction in her resistance bothered him. She might not be so lucky the next time they met. The only he had seen this kind of reaction was with non human types. Even most animals were susceptible to the toxin in the way he wanted it to be. Something in her was neutralizing the toxin, and he would eventually want to find out what it was.
Even he wasn't immune to his toxin, though he had used it on himself a number of times. It was actually a big part of making his Brave Toxin and of course his newest creation. The problem with testing it however was his current location. It would be better in a controlled climate, somewhere he could work in peace. The Scarecrow seemed lost in thought for a moment while she spoke, but he was still listening. The thought of bringing them here didn't bother him, thugs and scum of the street didn't intimidate the Scarecrow.
It did make him consider upgrading his living conditions. He wanted to work in someplace much more welcoming than this. A thought crossed his mind and he prepared to ask one last thing of Poison Ivy. “Here would suffice for now. Since you seem to have recent affairs with the FBI, what has become of Arkham Asylum? Is it abandoned and has anyone taken control of it?” The Scarecrow asked with still a hint of discomfort. Perhaps he could go back to his old lab..If not he would think of another place, the docks would soon become too much of a hotspot as his crimes became for frequent and he left more of a trail for the FBI. At least for the moment it looked like this Poison Ivy had everything under control.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 22, 2012 0:24:00 GMT -5
Given the question that she'd asked, it's easy enough for Poison Ivy to figure out why he's asking about Arkham. She hadn't thought of the place's potential as a hideout when she chose her own, but then again she wouldn't have been likely to choose it anyway. Though she's reclusive in her own way, she also does a lot of business now with a lot of people - a holdover from her socialite days when she first learned just how useful it is to maintain a long list of useful acquaintances. While the large buildings are a nice feature, how remotely placed it is from the rest of the city is a big downside.
"This is speculation, but I've heard that the FBI have moved those deemed 'less dangerous' to Blackgate. And I can directly confirm that those they consider 'very dangerous' are being held in their own facility - I was there myself, very briefly," she says, smiling to herself as she remembers being freed by Nightwing. It was quite delightful how that aspect of it worked out so nicely for her. "But that would mean that Arkham is without patients, and since I don't imagine that they keep the staff there doing nothing, I'd imagine it's been closed," she finishes, shrugging to herself. Of course, that's only what she can surmise based on the rumors, which aren't always accurate. Though at least that gives Scarecrow enough information to know that it's likely worth checking into.
"Is there anything else we need to discuss?" she asks, her mind already a few steps ahead of herself. The sooner she can analyze a fresh blood sample from herself, the more accurate the results will be. And then she'll go out and find the men for Scarecrow - already she has a few places in mind that mind be good places for her to find them. The same run-down places where she listens to the rumors, actually - such men are often the ones spreading them while they drink their cheap beer and gripe about the feds.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 22, 2012 0:58:05 GMT -5
The Scarecrows posture changed as he leaned now against the lab table. He seemed more relaxed as if he was thinking about something. His eyes turned back and fixates his eyes through the mask at Ivy's. He took a moment to pause and think about what had came into his mind. The wheels had been turning for a few moments now. This Poison Ivy may be worth more to him than he thought for his future plans. Coming back from lost in thought he says “I see, So the Asylum is empty. I think it may be time to pay a visit back home.” A smile came from under the mask, but not one of happiness, it was something darker. How he loathed Arkham...For now until his men came he would stay here, and then move quickly to Arkham.
“I have nothing further to discuss with you Miss Poison Ivy. Aside from when our next meeting will be?” Would be the last question he intended to ask her. It seemed as if she was in a hurry to leave. He could only think of a few reasons why that would be so. He now knew that he needed Poison Ivy if he was going to continue with his plan that he had just brilliantly thought of. “Take care of your self Miss Poison Ivy, if you must go, There are many wolves that stalk the streets.” He wasn't very concerned with her safety, from the looks of it she could handle herself. He wondered for a moment exactly where she was staying.
Getting to the Asylum to check it out would be his next mission. It was quite a ways from here and at the moment he had no protection and little distraction, besides Poison Ivy. The FBI would soon uncover that he was residing at the docks. Luckily he had already stored some of his newest experiment in a drop location, but it wasn't far from here.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 22, 2012 21:13:58 GMT -5
It only takes Poison Ivy a moment of consideration before she replies, "When I have finished finding men for you, I'll pay you another visit to make sure that you're satisfied with them," she decides. After all, there are many better things that she knows that she'll eventually want with the Scarecrow, so it's important to make sure that he's happy with their first deal. It shouldn't take her more than a few days at most to do that, so that should be plenty soon enough even if they have other deals to make.
His farewell to her causes a small laugh, and a dark smile comes to her face as she replies, "I know - I'm one of them." And with that, she turns to leave the shack. And while a desire to analyze the effect on her blood is one reason why she's leaving so quickly, another is that she just doesn't like the Scarecrow. Which shouldn't be surprising, considering just how few people in the world she more than tolerates. Even the 'tolerate' category is small, but Scarecrow can have a place in it for now.
Outside of the shack, she feels herself reflexively take a deep breath of fresh air. Not that the air in this part of Gotham is all that 'fresh', but it's better outside than it is in that shack. And she smiles to herself, deciding that this little meeting went well - having the Scarecrow available as a resource is a very good thing, but on top of that she was able to determine just how much of a possible threat he could be. She always has that worry in the back of her head that a man will be able to have power over her again like Dr. Woodrue again, even though it's hidden well by her arrogance. It's therefore a great comfort to her to be able to confirm that the Scarecrow's fear toxin is not capable of making her helpless.
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