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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 9, 2012 21:29:22 GMT -5
Poison Ivy doesn't pay any attention to what he says. Truth be told, she's not being very rational at the moment. And though he backs away a little, it isn't nearly enough. Had he actually made a real effort to get away from her she probably would have attended to the vine first. But while she may not be obsessed with fear, if he'd at least shown that sign of recognizing just how dangerous she is then she might have been okay with the idea of him still running around. Instead her full attention goes to him as she decides that she definitely needs to take care of him first.
She doesn't hesitate in her advance until he's within range of her vines. What she said about them being intelligent is proved by how fast they are - or more precisely, how fast they are to respond to his movements. She and/or the vines (so closely can she communicate with them it's hard to separate exactly which is responsible for the decision) opt for a divided strategy. One of the vines attempts to grab him around the neck - something not too hard to dodge but if it's successful then he'll definitely be at her mercy. The second heads low and attempts to wrap his legs - more likely to succeed though the main benefit of it would be making him less able to move. Managing to avoid both at once would be quite the trick.
The only hint of mercy she grants is that the one aimed for his neck will not wrap tightly enough to crush it. At this moment, she's not thinking very much, if at all, and therefore can't decide exactly how much she wants him dead. Though she's quite certain that if he deserves death then he doesn't deserve one so quick. No, what she wants more than anything right now is for him to suffer, and more immediately that means that she needs to incapacitate him.
But though she's attacking in a bit of a blind rage, she does spare one thought for herself. While she's extremely dangerous at close range, she prefers to keep that on her terms, so for now she keeps a little distance, only coming close enough to stand beside the large vine he so cruelly harmed.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 10, 2012 14:55:09 GMT -5
The Scarecrow welcomed fear. Just like he welcomed her to come to him. He watched as the vines curled and moved towards him. She wasn't headed for the vine, she was headed for him. The thought that Poison Ivy would probably kill him ran through is head. But being sent to oblivion was no threat to The Scarecrow. However slipping into oblivion’s embrace was not in his plans for tonight, he had something much bigger in mind for Ivy.
He had a few options at his disposal though they were limited. With his back to the wall he couldn't exactly run from her. Regardless the expectation was that she would get him within her vines grasp no matter what action he took at the moment. It wasn't as close as he would have liked, but it would come. All in good time, for now he may have to suffer through the consequences of his plan, but it would all pay off.
He made no attempt to move from his current position. The Scarecrow exhaled slowly, her vines were met with little resistance. The way to fight Ivy was not with anger, or brutish force. She may have connected with these plants in the manner she spoke of, but to The Scarecrow she still had a human mind. It may have been disconnected with some of the 6 human emotions that we are born with, but she wasn't the only one. He knew exactly what society called those kind of people, first hand.
The vines wrapped around his neck tightly but not enough to snap his neck. It didn't come as much of a surprise, she had plenty of opportunity to kill him so far and yet had not attempted to. The other vine wrapped around his feet. His arms pulled closer to his body. His hand that held the syringe went to the vine around his neck along with the other. It was not only in an effort to give himself more air but for more sinister reasons.
Carefully he turned the syringe in his fingers and held it just above the surface of the vine around his neck. “I think...” He gasped while struggling for air somewhat. “We can work something out” and finished with a bit of a cough through the distortion of his mask. Talking her out of it would be difficult from his current position, but he always had exterior motive behind friendly words.. The needle was empty and didn't hold much of a threat to her, that wasn't his intention, fear in her eyes would have only been a bonus to the situation. If her vines and herself were indeed separate as she stated. It would be vital to what he wanted to accomplish.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 10, 2012 16:57:01 GMT -5
Poison Ivy is simply too livid to give so much as a satisfied smirk when Scarecrow fails to fight back and instead winds up doubly ensnared. Instead her eyes are cold as she watches him maneuver the needle. But aside from her eyes going to it there is no other apparent reaction to it. These vines are thick, created out of tropical stock, unlike the thin ones she takes with her when she's trying to be more discreet. While stabbing one with an empty syringe would do damage, there would only be so much harm he could cause with it before she could react and as long as he refrains from doing so she has higher priorities.
Her eyes shift from the syringe to his face as she asks, "Have you ever seen what little children do to long-legged spiders?" And there's nothing but complete seriousness in her expression and voice. If he continues to require her full attention when she has more important things to attend to, she'd be all too happy to put him in a state where she no longer has to worry about him at all. She'd rather wait on that until she's had a better opportunity to consider her options, but that particular method of disposing of him would certainly involve a satisfying amount of suffering and, most importantly, could be accomplished quickly.
But, suspecting that he has enough self-preservation to take that seriously and at least delay on carrying out his own threat, her attention shifts over to the large vine he inject earlier, her angered expression finally shifting to one that has a hint of worry. Ordinary plants have very slow metabolisms, but the Scarecrow has delayed her from responding. But her own vines can maintain their hold now without her full attention, so he certainly isn't going to be able to go anywhere. As she visually inspects the injured vine, her voice is cold as she comments, "'Work something out?' I think that we're a little beyond that. You're a heartless fool, and I should have killed you the moment I met you."
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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 Mar 11, 2012 13:27:08 GMT -5
Moving around too much wouldn't have been in his best interest. She would have only made the vines tighter the more he struggled and it was already becoming harder to breath. The way he had upset her was not in his original plan but it had worked just as well. To get her to ultimately fear for her 'friends' would be satisfaction enough.
The Scarecrow would have smiled if he could have at the current situation. The vine wrapped around his neck was preventing him from doing so however. All it lead to was a bit more cringing and gasping softly for air. Her grip wasn't getting any lighter. He listened to her comment about children tormenting spiders. The thought of him being pried apart by the woman had crossed his mind already, but he didn't plan on dieing tonight. Thankfully there were no children in the room, that The Scarecrow could see anyway. If Ivy thought of her plants like her children that was another story however, he was surrounded by them, and being choked out by one of them.
He kept his silence not wanting to further press that subject. Watching her walk over to the large vine he had injected earlier to inspect it his grip tightened around the syringe. He was not an expert, but he was confident in his assumption that his toxin wouldn't have had a fatal effect on the plant. It might make it sick however. All it would take to get well was time and care like most plants, to his knowledge. “Perhaps..” The Scarecrow struggled out through the grip of her vines.
Slowly and softly he pressed the tip of the syringe into the top vine around his neck. He drew back on the syringe head with one hand being as gentle as he could in his current position. “It would be a shame..” The distortion crackled out. “Who would be left to take care of all of these plants? That is why I was here after all..” He struggled for a moment and pulled out the syringe. When done correctly most people wouldn't notice when a shot was administered. The sensitivity of the vine he was unsure of however, even if she did noticed he hadn't injected her with anything. Only taken a bit away. The way that she would react...he would just have to wait and see.
“With the FBI skulking about, and you seem like a very...” he paused for a moment and tightened his grip around the syringe. A few of his fingers from that hand tried to place themselves under neath the vine to give himself more air. “busy woman..” The Scarecrow finished trying not to struggle far too much. Although he wanted her attention to listen to him, he didn't want to attract the wrong kind of attention.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 11, 2012 18:30:52 GMT -5
Poison Ivy frowns as she focuses the bulk of her attention on the injured vine, not just looking at it with her eyes but able to sense what's happening to it internally thanks to her unique connection with plants. She's not nearly as quick as the Scarecrow is to believe that the vine will survive, if only because her concern for it is significantly greater than his, but it is injured and not exactly 'well'. While her body can handle fear toxin with no ill effect, that's simply because her body has been redesigned to be able to handle almost anything. And while fear toxin can't cause anything like the same effect on a plant that it would on a person or an animal, it's still a substance that just plain isn't supposed to be inside a plant.
After a moment of examination, she pokes the injection site with a fingernail, making the hole just a little bigger. A small amount of fluid then leaks out of the plant as she encourages it to release as much of the foreign substance as it can. She'll hardly be able to get it all out that way, but it'll be enough to help the vine recover faster. Luckily he selected such a large plant - the rest of the toxin should end up diluted throughout and it won't come to too much harm. And she finds her anger easing somewhat as the fate of the plant becomes more certain and in a positive direction.
So focused is she on the task that she neglects to pay attention to what he's doing with her own vine. But though her vines are significantly more sophisticated than your average plant, they do not have a nervous system. She'd surely notice if he did anything actually harmful to them, but his careful removal of a small sample does no harm and escapes her notice. Which is a good thing, considering what she'd do to him if she did.
Then again, that would be more due to the principle of the thing rather than any real objection to him learning more about it. Most of what he could learn from it is just how good she is at her craft: the vines are far more unusual than they appear to be at first glance and knowing that they can move. They're not purely plants, but hybrids consisting of DNA from many sources: animals, fungi, even bacteria. Plant DNA is just the foundation for the rest, and that's reflected in all their internal composition. And getting that perfectly right so that the end result is actually able to live is fiendishly difficult and what she learned under Dr. Woodrue. Without knowing the exact techniques involved, she can be pretty confident that someone wouldn't be able to make anything similar themselves just by looking at her work. They could possibly make a clone, but the clone would serve her purposes and not theirs.
What she does pay attention to, if only a little bit, are his words. They make her frown as she gripes, "You expect me to believe that? You've just proved that you don't give a damn about these plants, just like the vast majority of humanity. And even if you did, you wouldn't know what you're doing. Most people don't - they just stick a plant in a pot, dump water on it periodically, and if it doesn't live 'Oh, well', they say. Does it not matter that an innocent living thing died and they're at fault? No, it means nothing to them! 'It's just a plant!' they say, as if it makes it any less cruel. Any one of these plants is worth more than all of them put together." Clearly, she has some rather strong feelings on the subject, and she's just so angry right now that she doesn't bother to realize that expressing all of this to a crazy psychiatrist is probably not a good idea. Then again, she's not the least bit afraid of him anyway - what could he possibly do against her? He's just as weak as any other man she's had the misfortune of dealing with.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 12, 2012 18:24:13 GMT -5
His primary study had been into phobias in school. That is where his knowledge was unmatchable, in his eyes. Over the years as his obsession grew greater and greater he developed new ways to warp and twist the mind. His knowledge of the mind itself and how it worked in general was where he shined. Compared to his knowledge of how a person thought, his chemistry knowledge was fairly new. It was skilled however. In the years he had been practicing with it he had become very successful in what he wanted to produce.
People in general were never a challenge to The Scarecrow. They broke easily, of course they did, everything lead back to fear. That satisfaction of claiming their fears through his chemicals was satisfying, but none more so then without their use. That is where his knowledge of the mind was key, knowing how the mind will react. To The Scarecrow, science and chemistry were amazing, but psychology and fear were beautiful.
Remaining calm under her vines was going to be crucial to his objective. His body fought against his mind in the struggle for air. The vines were not tight enough to make him stop breathing, but she wasn't making it comfortable or any easier. Keeping his grip on the syringe he listened to Poison Ivy go into her speech about mankind. He didn't share in her enthusiasm for nature, nor did he have any desire. She was passionate about what she believed in, for that at least he couldn't fault her.
He kept an eye on her the most he could during his struggles seeing she was still distracted by the plant. Slowly he lowered his hand from the vine that held the syringe and opened his suit jacket. His other hand still pulled on the vine to give himself more room to breath. He slid the top of the syringe into the top strap and then lifted it again to give full attention to the vine wrapped around his neck.
“I expect that you are smart enough to know it...” He replied after she was done speaking. “Deadshot was no match for you he never stood a chance.” The Scarecrow paused for a moment gripping the vine around his neck a bit harder now. Gaining her attention now wasn't such a bad idea. This was thought out and well planned, with a few minor changes as they happened. He had plenty of time to know what he needed to say to Ivy when she did come for him, and he knew she would. “You're right, all of these plants are worth more..That is why I am here to help them, and why I had called upon you..” The distortion cracked from the mask as he continued trying to speak to her from this position. It was becoming increasingly difficult. “However unpleasant it had to be It was the best way to get you here to help me care for them...Your anger for me was the quickest way to get you here, look at them, how much longer could they have gone?” The Scarecrow smiled from within the confines of the mask. “So... Am I to face oblivion? Or will we restore the gardens?” The last question choked out a bit as his hands fought the vines around his neck.
The Master of Fear was also a master manipulator. Getting into his patience heads use to be his job after all, whether they were sane or not. Poison Ivy was one of the more interesting types he had faced but she had shown her weakness. From their it was only knowing how to manipulate it in her mind.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 12, 2012 20:04:51 GMT -5
Poison Ivy doesn't comment on what he says about Deadshot, partly because she's too busy concentrating on the vine but also because the words do absolutely nothing to appease her anger. Especially since he isn't quite finished with the vine. After the vine drains as much of the toxin as it can with her encouragement, she gently uses her fingers to help close the wound as she encourages the plant to heal itself. She's actually only somewhat used to some elements of her psychic abilities with plants - sensing their health and what they need is second nature to her, while her ability to actually control a plant that's not of her own creation is something she's only had so much practice at. But it's becoming a more and more useful subset of her skills so she's been getting better at it.
But the next few things that Scarecrow says causes her to finally look away from Scarecrow and give him a suspicious look as she listens. She wasn't actually fully aware of just how much he's struggling to breathe until now that he's actually saying something she might be interested in hearing, though the fact that she doesn't solve that problem now is a hint of just how little she cares about his comfort and well-being at the moment. "You had far better ways to get me to come, even quickly," she states flatly, once again not buying that hiring someone to kill her was the best way to get her here.
Her eyes shift back to the vine as she asks, "And what was the point of injecting your filthy toxin in this vine if you care so much about the plants? It's an innocent living thing, already suffering from neglect and you could have killed it." Her voice shifts into a mixture of anger and disgust. "You're just saying what I want to hear," she mutters, sounding angry. She's a bit of a master of manipulation herself, at least when she's actually trying, and she hates knowing that someone's trying to do the same thing to her. Then again, that's only to be expected of someone she literally has by the throat.
And in spite of herself, she does find her immediate anger weakening. The vine will survive, and that the man is finally making an effort to satisfy her rather than acting like he can do as he pleases with no thought for the consequences pleases her. She's always loved being in control. On the other hand even with her mood settling a bit it's not like she trusts him - far too overeager with the syringe. Well, perhaps she should put the question on her mind to him to answer? Now finished doing what she can for the large vine, her attention has fully shifted to him. "I do not need any 'help' restoring the gardens. In fact I don't want it," she replies, "So what reason do I have to keep you alive? Especially since you seem to be completely incapable of going five minutes without harming something?"
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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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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 13, 2012 16:28:28 GMT -5
His hands turned about the vine trying to find exactly where it began. Unwrapping it would have been difficult, especially since he didn't have his footing. It was true that he didn't hold a personal care for the plants themselves but he did as much as he cared for humans. It wasn't saying much. The Scarecrow couldn't stand the regular ignorance of human society. Human were useful as experiments, to have something gained from. These plants were no exception, they were going to be used.
What he was going to use them for was certainly changing depending upon his current situation. Ivy was not fully convinced on his story. “I had other ways of getting your attention..” The distortion from the mask crackled. “But none that you would have cared for” A smile escaped. He could have easily burnt the gardens to the ground to get her attention. Any way that he could have gotten her attention quickly wouldn't have ended in a friendly meeting.
The Scarecrow was good at telling people what they wanted to hear but he was even better at telling them what they didn't. “I... could have killed it...If I had wanted it dead It would be.” He began to take breaks mid sentence. It was time to get out of her grasp. He couldn't help but let out a small sinister laugh as she said that he was only telling her what she wanted to hear.
Looking at his current situation it was a laugh that doctors would have said was because of the insanity they were sure he possessed. At Arkham they had finally deemed him into that category, an ultimate insult after being stripped of every title he earned. Did The Scarecrow still own his sanity, to him there was nothing about him that was ill. They simply 'feared' what they didn't understand, what he did understand. A knowledge of something that he was positive only he could truly embody.
“Then I suppose I am saying exactly what you don’t want to hear” He struggled to say through the grip of her vines. The anger in her voice was enough to tell him she didn't like what he was saying, a bit of reverse psychology. For a moment he was sure he got one of his feet to move but even if he had gotten one loose it wouldn't have been for long. “You can have them, The FBI will be back here and I can keep their gaze away from the gardens...if you can put me down” The distortion spoke out a bit more muffled than what it had previously been. When the FBI came looking for him, and they would come, they would be much more inclined to burn the place to the ground if The Scarecrow stayed in the gardens. Even if she had killed him they would come back here eventually. The plants in these gardens were doomed without the care from the researchers that once took care of them, or Ivy's cooperation.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 13, 2012 17:25:46 GMT -5
Poison Ivy scoffs again at his excuse for sending Deadshot, but this time she says nothing more. Clearly she's not going to believe that, and she's now bored of arguing with him about it. Believing that he may have actually intended for her to die is probably better anyway - that mostly encourages her to keep a very careful eye on him, which is the sensible thing to do in any event.
Her eyes narrow a little when he comments on how he could have killed the vine, and she has to admit that he didn't. On the other hand, that reply completely dodges the question. "Then what was the point?" she asks again, wanting an actual answer. She still has that nagging feeling of being toyed with, and she doesn't like it at all.
The answer to her last question gets a frown though, as she realizes that he has a point there. While his skills and desire to take care of the plants in these gardens are both questionable and significantly less than hers, one thing that she can't do is be in two places at once. And she has other plants to take care of. And when he mentions the FBI she can only think of what happened to her poor babies that she had to leave behind in her greenhouse... Bastards. "And how do I know that you'll actually do that?" is her only question now. She's really starting to run out of reasons to kill him now, and she doesn't like that. If she lets him live that means that she'll actually have to put up with him after this.
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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 Mar 14, 2012 15:59:33 GMT -5
The point of the experiment was simple, It always was. Of course it was just simple in his mind. No one around him ever got the point that he was always trying to make. They couldn't see, none of them could, they were blinded by their ignorance to what created the world around them. The reason why they live and breath every day.
“Fear is power...” He stated simply through the gripping of the vine. She probably wouldn't understand. His words were always few and cryptic. Looking at the situation logically one could say that the point behind him stabbing the vine and releasing the toxin was to 'empty the syringe'. Ivy could have probably figured this out easily if she had seen him use it to get a sample from her vine. It was the most logical reasoning behind it, but Crane always related every action back to fear. He hadn't lied to her, it was the complete truth, the only truth.
It wasn't the answer that she wanted to hear he was sure but luckily there was something more pressing to discuss. Mainly putting him down. Her weakness for the plants around her would be her eventual undoing. The Scarecrow liked to think of himself of having no weakness, no fear, unstoppable. He embodied fear, and it was in everyone.
“You will know..” He stated reassuringly moving his hands on the vine slightly. He had given up on trying to find where it began, he wouldn't have been able to unwrap it anyway. “I have plans of my own in mind for the FBI, and they will come. But not here I can keep them on the other side of the Asylum and there...” He couldn't help but smile. “There they will face oblivion, I can benefit from the garden remaining healthy. You know I have my own interest in certain flowers” His words were sincere. If he hadn't kept his word Poison Ivy would have been able to track him down and face him. Under different circumstance he was sure he could overcome her.
But now wasn't the time. For now he would let her believe that she had the upper hand in all this. From this angle, she did.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 14, 2012 17:09:14 GMT -5
His answer causes Poison Ivy to scoff in disgust. He actually reminds her somewhat of Dr. Woodrue - so much obsessive thinking on one stupid subject. Of course she'd never notice that someone could easily say the same thing about her; she'd object to that interpretation of her goals more than anyone. "You are an idiot," she says slowly, emphasizing every word - especially the last one. Of all the stupid reasons to do anything! Much less harm a plant. There actually are a few situations where she'd agree harming a plant was necessary - it's only natural for certain types to be used for food by humans or other animals, for example (not that she agrees with current farming methods at all). But few things infuriate her more than unnecessary harm to a plant, and regardless of what he meant by that statement he just confirmed that what he did was completely unnecessary.
Yet the rest of his words merit consideration. In her anger she'd completely forgotten about his earlier statements on having a plan of his own for the FBI. While he's never really commented on the nature of that plan and she honestly doesn't care what the plan is anyway, she's definitely more angry at the FBI than she ever was at him. He merely failed to kill her and harmed a vine - they took her greenhouse away from her and probably killed everything inside. And while she knows that her own plan is causing them more than a little grief, the idea of another thorn being in their side is very tempting and she knows the man could do it... Besides, there are the plants here to think about. They may not be hers, but they do need help.
"The last time I gave someone a second chance, he took that as an opportunity to attempt to harm me again," she suddenly comments, "The only reason he's alive now was because, at the time, I was concerned about being caught. I don't have that problem any more." And with that, she abruptly calls off her vines. They quite suddenly release the man and wrap themselves back around her again. "Don't cross me again. I don't give third chances," she adds with a warning glare. He may have not seen any of his actions as being personal, but apparently she's of a different opinion on that.
And she knows that this is a risk - while she's now superbly confident that she does and always will have the upper hand on him, there's always the possibility that he'll find a way to get to her and she knows to keep a sharp eye out for that. But though it's a risk, it's one she's willing to take - though he has seen one of the ways she can defend herself and could possibly find a way to thwart it, she has many others. Her vines are merely her most recent and powerful trick - she has a whole host of old ones that he couldn't possibly know about, and many others in the works.
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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 Mar 14, 2012 21:21:06 GMT -5
He didn't respond to her first comment on his intelligence. She didn't understand, of course she didn't. Her comment reminded him of how the school board at Gotham University talked down to him told him his philosophy and his ways of teaching didn't make sense. Arkham had called his methods un-etheical and immoral. That his research, everything he had worked for meant nothing. She had sounded just like them.
He remained emotionless about it however it did remind him of the incident. It was her following comments that really caught his attention. He wondered exactly what she spoke of. Something in her past that must have bothered her greatly. It was significant enough to mention. Tonight however, he had gotten what he wanted from her. That would have to wait for another time.
The Scarecrow took a deep breath through the mask as he felt the pressure release from his neck and his feet drop to the ground. He placed one hand on the wall near him and raised his other to feel around his neck. After catching his breath he moved away from the wall and listened to her last comment. Quite a threat...
The thought of crossing Ivy again didn't worry him much. She had proven useful so far, and her weakness for plants turned his attention to diving deeper into her psyche. What did Ivy fear most? It was the reason she cared for them so much after all, it was the reason for everything. “Nothing to fear...” The distortion cracked out from within the mask. He wanted to reassure her for now that he had no intention of crossing her again.
Now that he was free he had more pressing matters to attend to. He wasn't a botanist and analyzing the compounds within the syringe would take time, if he could understand it at all. Chemicals were not a mystery to him, he actually had an extensive knowledge on them, but when it came to all certain types of plants and how to genetically mutate them...he wasn't so much of an expert.
Slowly he moved to his left away from the wall. His eyes remained focused on Miss Ivy regardless just in case she changed her mind about releasing him. His hand dipped carefully into the planter in the middle of the room and he once again removed the bright yellow and red flower from it's soil. He wasn't sure how she would react to him once again picking up the plant, so he was careful to move slowly and keep his composure.
Plant in hand he moved to the stairs and proceeded to ascend them slowly backwards. There was a reason for not turning his back to Ivy, he wasn't afraid of her. No, he was just far more dangerous from the front than from behind. He wanted to make sure she could see what he was doing as well. Getting to the top step he turned to the planter by the window he found the flower in originally. Moving some damp soil he placed the flower gently back in and covered it.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 14, 2012 22:33:51 GMT -5
Poison Ivy watches him coolly as he gets back to his feet, not commenting on his words. Because in spite of them, she's not going to trust his intentions until his actions prove it. However she suspects that she at last made it abundantly clear that she's not to be toyed with. And she's already said everything she felt the need to say to him, so she lets the silence hang.
Still, she keeps an eye on him, especially when he steps over to the plant he'd implied threats to before. She grows notably tense, but the vines which are now wrapped back around her arm and leg remain in place. After what he did to the large vine she's not especially happy seeing him touching any plants at all, but she manages to work up just enough patience to wait and see what he'll do with it. But though she's now in too serious of a mood to smirk at it like she normally would, she does note how he backs up the stairs and takes it as a sign that he's afraid of her. Well, good - he should be! While she's not obsessed with the emotion like he is, she does take fear as a sign that the person recognizes that they're beaten. But no matter what he says or how scared he seems she'll never believe that he wouldn't do it again, and when he does she'll be ready for it.
She continues to watch until he's all the way there and turns to the planter, and only then does she grow more calm. She makes a mental note to take a good look at it later to make sure that it's unharmed after everything it's been through today but, as it's safe for the time being and there are many other plants in this building much more in need of her attention, her focus now shifts to attending to those.
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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 Mar 16, 2012 17:39:00 GMT -5
The Scarecrow moved away from the planter slowly not giving it a second glance. He moved to the top of the stairs so he could looked down at Poison Ivy again. She had went on to focusing on what she apparently did best. Her behavior fascinated him, the fear for something that’s life was so short. Not that a plant could truly live.
He brought his hand slowly to the upper portion of his suit and padded it to make sure the syringes were still in place. He had a lot of work to do. Carefully he began to move taking his time with each step down the stairs, his eyes never left what she was doing until he got to the last step. Stepping off of it he began to head for the door more of a spring in his step this time. This was a success to him.
“Time to trim back the hedges...” A dark soft laughter left his lips as he placed his hand on the door to the outside of the Arkham Botanical Gardens. There was meaning behind his words, always an exterior motive or meaning. Not wanting to push it any further, with that he left. Now to get back to his research...This sample that he had collected wasn't directly from Ivy herself, but from the vines she had genetically enhanced. It wasn't his first choice but it was what he managed to get away with.
Whatever the result it would surely benefit what he was trying to accomplish.
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