Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 2, 2012 22:55:24 GMT -5
He got it….Of course he did, he went in with full intention of getting it. His mind raced through exactly what he had done to pluck the plant from its super extravagant caged environment. He didn’t particularly care how they thought the plant should be handled, he just knew it was here and that he wanted it. It hadn’t quite made it into Wayne Botanical yet, but was in a holding building close by in a small environmental control room.
He had plucked it from its carefully designed environment with little regard to how long it would last afterward. That really didn’t matter to him as long as he got what he wanted out of it. The way he had taken it was particular however, pulling it from the base making sure he got most of the vine that it feed from. Before he had come to take it he made sure to do research on the plant itself to see what properties of it could be useful. Only time and work would tell now.
Quite a large distance away from the place where he had originally stolen it from he carried the large plant awkwardly in his arms. It was so big he had to use two, not to mention the dangling vine that was about the size of his arm. It seemed to be secreting some type of foul smelling fluid as well. It would be a good thing for his research, knowing that it was part of the more toxic properties of the plant, exactly what he wanted.
Taking a moment on the corner to rest he inspected the plant to make sure he hadn’t done an unnecessary harm to it besides ripping it from its environment. He knew it would only live about a week in its natural habitat, outside now that would cut it significantly. He would have to be quick about his experiments with it, but he planned to crush it and break it down anyway. Leaning against an ally wall for a moment he looked at the big red monster in his arms. It was a Corpse Flower or Rafflesia Arnoldii, an extremely endangered parasite plant that needed an actual host of a vine to live. Its petals were still moist from the sensitive environment it previously sat in. Some of its secreting fluid had certainly gotten on him.
Having a better look at where it had happened he noticed the sleeve that covered his brace for the Scarebeast was wet. Not that it was much of a problem, but it was slightly inconvenient, making it easier to see that something was underneath. Shrugging it off for now he started moving again toward his destination. It was a bit of a walk still through the alley ways. He wasn’t going to be taking any of the main streets with this thing in his hand. Any random drug addict or common scum of Gotham hanging around the paths he took wouldn’t bother him…Though he always welcomed them to try.
After a bit of a walk he finally came into the darker parts of Gotham, using the back alley ways he knew to get to his old hideout at the docks he had utilized during the FBI raid on the city. It was now apparently Black Mask territory but he wasn’t worried about him. It was doubtful that Black Mask would have the courage to openly welcome the nightmare. If he did, The Scarecrow would have no protest in helping him see the truth.
Stopping in an alley near the docks he felt something pricking into his arm. It was some part of the plant that had wrapped around his arm. Shuffling for a moment he tried to peel it off his arm. Assuming at some point he had just gotten tangled in it. He had taken the whole thing up, vine included so there was a lot hanging down. It would be good just to get this to where he wanted, set it down and begin taking it apart. After all the trouble he’d been through to get it, it would be satisfying.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 3, 2012 0:01:07 GMT -5
One cannot bring a Rafflesia Arnoldii to Gotham without getting Poison Ivy's attention. Especially not a living one - it is, after all, an incredibly endangered plant proven impossible to cultivate. That is, of course, because Poison Ivy hasn't had the opportunity to do it yet. And she had every intention of using this little opportunity to do so. And acquiring the plant before it made it's way to the botanical gardens would be easier than waiting for it to arrive there.
However, when she'd arrived at the place it was being housed before it would be transported to the botanical gardens, she didn't even have to go in to know that someone had beaten her to it. She can sense the remaining pieces of Tetrastigma left behind when the bulk of it had been ripped away. Who would do such a thing?! But she doesn't linger for long, as it only takes her a few moments to sense that the thief hasn't gotten far enough away to be outside of her ability to sense the stolen plant.
It's easy to pick up on, as it was suffering even when it was in the specially designed enclosed environment - now that someone's yanked it out and is carrying it through Gotham's alleyways, it's getting rapidly worse. A neon sign would be harder for her to track. Knowing that she must catch up, she remains in her car and drives it in the direction that she knows it is. This area is quite familiar to her, actually, as it's not that far from her hideout, so it doesn't take her long to catch up. In fact, she can sense the direction that it's heading so she gets ahead of whoever it is. And she can also sense every last bit of damage that's being done to it by the simple fact that it's now in entirely the wrong climate - this does not put her in a good mood.
In fact, as she quickly checks to make sure that her wrist crossbow is securely fastened, the vines wrapped around her are secure, and her make-up is perfect, she's absolutely fuming on the inside. Clearly anyone who would want to steal such a plant in the first place would know what it's worth, but apparently they're now proving that it's possible to know that without giving a damn for the plant's well-being. So her mission is to kill the idiot and then take the poor baby home where she can take care of it properly.
She notes as she gets out of the car that she's near where she first met the Scarecrow. Could it possibly be him? Perhaps - he is a terrible enough person to do that sort of thing to a plant. That doesn't matter though - friendly relations with him ended the day he injected that vine at the asylum with his stupid toxin, and tolerant relations ended when he got arrested and made it so very convenient for her to break all ties with him completely. Gotham would be better off without him anyway.
Leaving her car behind, she heads into the alleyways, walking quickly as she chooses a path that intersects with the moving plant, but it it's only a few moments before she senses that she's close. Not being able to tell for sure who she'll run into, she carefully slips one of her crossbow bolts into place - whether it's the Scarecrow carrying the plant or not, she means serious business this time. But she doesn't bother with stealth - partly because she's terrible at it, but also because she's hardly afraid of who she might run into. The only person she'd hesitate to meet at the moment wouldn't steal a plant.
That's when she senses something that causes her to redouble her pace - whoever it is has apparently stopped and is now causing even more damage! Cold fury boils within her as she finally rounds one last corner and spots the figure with the plant. "You!" she practically screeches at the unfamiliar-looking man. She never did bother to look up who the Scarecrow really was - it just wasn't important. "Stop or I'll shoot!" she commands as she aims her bolt right at his chest. Of course, her words are deceptive as she's planning on shooting him even if he does stop - she only said that to encourage him to do so.
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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 Jun 3, 2012 12:11:34 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was usually indifferent to his actual feelings about plants. There was one plant in particular he would do anything for, but this certainly wasn’t it. Moving in the alley way he continued to try and untangle himself from the rare flowers grip. Its wellbeing as he did so was only a small concern since he planned to take it apart anyway. The vine must have been in pain and somehow wrapped itself around his arm during the walk to his previous hideout.
Being distracted by this large thing in his arms the whole way he hadn’t noticed or picked up on the fact that anyone might be following him. The flower was rare, but he doubted many would care enough to stop him as he was stealing it. Perhaps it would be in the newspapers the next morning, but as for now no one would care. So he thought. ..
Just when thought he had the puzzle of the vine figured out he saw something glimmer out of the peripheral of his glasses. Hearing the shout he turned slightly to see who it was. From the nature of the statement he could only assume it was GCPD. Did they really think that was going to work? You can’t threaten Dr. Crane with oblivion. Regardless his movement with the vine and flower itself went quite still as he paused to take a good look at who it was.
“Miss Ivy…” Dr. Crane spoke out in greeting dryly. His voice was almost tired, he really didn’t like dealing with this woman. She seemed quite upset that he had this rather oversized flower, and something else was also off. She didn’t seem to immediately recognize him. Understandable if she never cared to look, her still being fairly new to her criminal career. Her ignorance would be her own undoing. “It seems we’ve reached an impasse.” A soft laugh escaping as he spoke, still holding the flower in place. Fluid was still slowly secreting from it but he wasn’t paying much attention to it now.
Surely by now she would recognize him whether it be by the way he carried himself or just his attitude toward her to begin with. If she was going to shoot him he was going to rip the pant apart, it was a threat. Dr. Crane had went through a lot tonight to steal the plant in one piece, but by the end of it he needed it in pieces anyway, so what did he care for the preservation of its life? He couldn't use his toxin against her, it had no effect, but that wasn’t the only weapon he held now. His brace for his greatest achievement lay in wait on his left arm, just one press of a button as she would regret ever tracking him down.
Dr. Crane had no reason to comply with her demands, not trusting her to do as she said. He didn’t trust anyone why would he give her any special treatment….Because she had a weapon pointed at him? She should know better by now. Slowly underneath the vine his right hand crept to this left arm to get ready to press the button if she was going to pursue her wish for oblivion.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 3, 2012 13:18:07 GMT -5
It isn't the fact that he knows her name that tips Poison Ivy off to the fact that she's met this man before. She's skyrocketed into the public's awareness, after all, and she's in full costume. Not that it's difficult to recognize her out of costume since there's no proper mask involved, but if she was trying to hide who she was she's quite capable with disguises. No, it's that he appears to already be familiar enough with her to know that she doesn't want to risk harming the plant in his hands. It's not a hard thing to guess, but that combined with his attitude seems awfully familiar. And it's the voice and the attitude - he may have used that distorter when he talked to her more often than not, but not every time, and that extreme disregard for her threats is also very familiar. Her face lights up with recognition before its angry scowls returns, doubled. "Scarecrow!" she says, spitting out the word like it has a bad taste.
She pauses for a moment, just to think, though she can hardly stand to delay. He may be unaware of the damage being done to the plant, but she's so completely aware that it might as well be her that's suffocating, drying out, and freezing all at once. But she has to be careful about this - she knows just how uncaring the man is. "Give me the plant, unharmed, and I'll leave you alone," she finally says, very reluctantly. Yes, she'd very much like to harm him, but she does have her priorities. Her arms relax just slightly, a small token that she really is willing to forego giving him what he deserves if he complies, even though that would only delay her from firing for half an instant if she changes her mind.
Which is highly likely, since she suspects that he won't go for that deal. But it's the only one she can think of that she'd be willing to accept - nothing that would leave it in his hands would be acceptable to her, and she doubts that she has anything he'd want from her beyond them going their separate ways.
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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 Jun 6, 2012 18:39:40 GMT -5
Poison Ivy had certainly been making a name for herself. Not that Dr. Crane cared very much, he just wanted her to stay out of his way, very little interest in her what so ever. There meetings had been unpleasant and they couldn’t seem to get along. Of course Dr. Crane rarely got along with anyone, he only found some people more tolerable than others, and Miss Ivy was not on the list of tolerable ones. Dr. Crane almost laughed at the threat, she was so young, so naïve. In her Professional Criminal career at least she had yet to impress him. He wasn’t very easy to impress either, especially if it had nothing to do with anything that actually mattered. Her plight it seemed, her weakness for anything green, was no cause to be proud of. He couldn’t see any accomplishment in this. Of course Dr. Crane wasn’t beyond the use of plants; he used them plenty, but didn’t care for their life. He was showing that fact quite clearly with the oversized flower that he held in his arms. It was still secreting quite a bit of fluid, but at least it wasn’t so wrapped around his arms anymore. He could put it down if he wished, but why would he hand it over to her? Because she threatened to shoot him with the trinket of hers? It only showed more and more of why he believed her to be so young, she should know that you can’t threaten the Scarecrow with oblivion. Only offering her a slightly uninterested look his eyes fell to the plant in his arms. “Are you sure you don’t just want to walk away from this now?...” There was an amount of confidence behind his voice. The serum he had slaved so hard for had worked. Such a beautiful thing, inspired by one moment with a…tolerance of his. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked and now it worked better than ever. Best of all…this one couldn’t be stopped just because Ivy held some kind of strange immunity to his toxin. The toxin that came from the beat would have no effect on her…but that wouldn’t stop him from crushing her. The sudden temptation to strike fear into her heart grew. Slowly he lent down, pulling his hands over his wrists like he was trying to hold the plant so it didn’t just fall to the ground. His obsession had taken over, now wanting to see her in terror. His thumb slipped over the brace on his wrist and found the button. A harsh punch came into his arm as he was injected with the serum. His heart rate picked up, it was now able to stay steady on its own without needing external adrenalin to sustain the beast. Dr. Crane fell to his knees, nearly dropping the plant. It had landed safely on the ground, almost underneath him. Letting out a cry, his elbows tucked to his sides yet his hands went out and curled. He couldn’t stop his back from arching and his head followed as his bones began to shift and come out of place. It had been a while since he had experienced the feeling last, and paid for it dearly last time. His eyes changed color to a solid burning red, his mouth deformed and he doubled in size, his chest becoming larger his features becoming more animalistic. He came to a hunched over stand at about 10 feet. Sharp straw began to shoot out of his skin as it changed color and warped itself into the beast. His mouth became a long snout with razor sharp teeth, dripping a large amount of toxin from them as his agape mouth held over the ground just beyond the flower. The last things to form were his claws and tail. It shot outward and slammed the ground behind him before he whipped the massive spike at the end into the alley wall. “SCREAM!!!” The Scarebeast roared in Ivy’s direction, hovering over the flower she wanted so desperately. Now she could come and get it if she dared. His claws scrapped the ground and he picked up his feet adjusting his balance. The pool of saliva now dangerously coming close to the plant that he guarded. ((Scarebeast Concept: pictures.fanart-central.net/d/DC_wyverx/399277.jpg ))
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 6, 2012 20:37:46 GMT -5
Walk away from a extraordinarily rare plant in so desperate need of her? Of course not! Poison Ivy would rather lose a limb! (That she could probably figure out how to regrow a limb if she really had to is beside the point...) But she doesn't say that in so many words - instead she answers that question by the way her arms straighten again, emphasizing the point that she really will shoot him if she doesn't get the plant.
Yet when he starts to slowly move as if to put the plant down, she forces herself to be patient - has he finally seen reason? She's not about to trust that, but she'll wait and see what he's doing if only because it's possible that he's giving her what she wants and as long as he's not causing further damage to the flower she doesn't fear whatever else he may be up to. And it isn't until he falls to his knees that she becomes aware that anything odd is happening. She may be arrogant enough to assume that the man would give up, but not to the degree of kneeling before her - that's just a bit much.
Her eyes go wide in surprise when she see the sudden shifting of his features as they start to reshape themselves. What is going on?! She finds her heart nearly gripped with terror but then something else intervenes on her mind, distracting her from feeling that ridiculous emotion. There's this growing feeling within her mind that there's a rather large plant occupying the same space as the shifting Scarecrow, soon becoming clear enough that she's sure she can't be mistaken by it - and the oddity of that is enough to cause her to be frozen in her tracks. How could this be?
But just as she becomes horribly confused by what she's sensing, the changing creature supplies the answer by sprouting what is clearly straw. That's when it clicks - this creature is a plant hybrid! At least to some degree, anyway. But that only makes sense - plant DNA is far more forgiving than animal DNA, willing to let you shape it as you will much more freely before what you want to create proves unable to survive. It makes perfect sense to her that if you're going to tamper with DNA to involve plant material in the process. Especially because the more plant DNA involved in the process, the more powerfully her botanokinesis can effect the result...
If someone were to say that Poison Ivy can control plants, that would be understating the issue. She is the single most powerful botanokinetic that has ever existed. She does not merely give plants orders to follow, nor does she simply compel them. Her control over plants is to such a degree that any plant within her mental reach effectively becomes an extension of herself when she wants something of them - her will is their will. If she'd granted her plants enough intelligence to do so, they would feel what she feels, want what she wants, and do exactly what she'd have them do because they're incapable of having any desire to do otherwise. Of course that effect is weakened considerably when some living thing is only part plant, but the strength of her power is so great that the part that is plant would have to be rather small or for something to be able to resist obeying her, and the desire to resist her would have to be very great for anything under her power to even wish that it could.
Of course, it takes several moments for the full implications of this to truly sink in, and during that time the beast finishes its transformation and makes its demand. There's a pause as she considers just how much of this creature is plant, and just how much control over it that would translate into. Compared to the vines wrapped around her and the flower by his feet, it's akin to sensing a ghost. But that ghost is far too substantial - surely this beast can't resist her!
STOP, SHUT UP, AND LISTEN! They aren't words that he'd hear, but the willpower of someone else overriding his own. She glares up at him. "What do you think you are doing?! How dare you selfishly, callously, harm such a delicate, precious living thing?! How dare you keep it from me?! How dare you try to manipulate me by threatening it?! How dare you attempt to harm me by changing in this fashion?! Don't you know who I am?! Don't you know that my knowledge and power effectively make me Mother Nature herself?! Did you really think that you could hurt me by becoming a beast?!" she asks not raising her voice, but her tone is demanding and rhetorical since there is no such thing as an answer able to even remotely address even one of those questions. There would be more of them, but the connection that she has with the plant at his feet reminds her that she only has so much time to berate him. So she finishes off by firmly stating, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" And for good measure she repeats that with the aid of her power. BE ASHAMED!
There's a sudden silence when her anger is spent and her attention shifts more toward the flower. Though there's a little finger of doubt in the back of her mind as she steps towards it. KEEP A RESPECTFUL DISTANCE! While she's confident, she still keeps a wary eye on the creature just in case somehow her senses are saying things that are too good to be true. If he's able to resist, that really would scare her, but the reason why she cares so much about plants in the first place is because she can't be betrayed by something so under her control.
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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 Jun 8, 2012 14:16:16 GMT -5
The Scarebeast continued to hovel over the flower on the ground, guarding it and protecting it from her. At first she seemed like she was scared, it satisfied the beast and he let out a warm growl. He dared her to come get the flower, the beast would rip it apart before he even got close. Their last meeting may have ended with her vines being released from his throat, but this one was going to end with her between his claws.
The beast clawed into the ground in front of the flower. His sharp claws went through the concrete like butter. There would be nothing she could do to escape him this time. The Scarebeast waited, tossing his tail back and forth letting the metal spike hit either of the walls. She would advance eventually to get the flower.
A deep growl came from within as he pushed his snout forward, showing his teeth to threaten her. Suddenly something shot through his mind like something had struck him on the top of the skull. His intimidating demeanor wavered momentarily, switching between his curled lips to a frustrated pull of his features. The beast shook his head and brought his left claw to his face for a moment. Something was wrong.
Something made him suddenly go still as she began to speak. His eyes were glued to her. She was…mad at him? The Scarebeast once again brought a claw to his face, only to slam it back down in frustration, only emitting a small growl. Why was she angry with him? Why was that bothering him? Another feeling came over him after her final words. His claws pawed at the ground for a moment before letting out a murred whine. The beasts head hung afterward and his snout turned to drag the ground looking up at her. Why was she mad at him?...He didn’t like her being mad at him.
What had he done? His mind was fogged. All he knew was that she was angry with him and he didn’t like it at all. His eyes began to shift from their infuriated, intimidating nature to soft and confused. Another thought went through his mind as she began to approach him. The beast took two steps back and landed his maw a few feet away from the flower. Looking as if he had been scolded by someone he cared for. He let out a heavy sigh as she came closer, moving the petals of the red plant slightly.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 8, 2012 19:15:33 GMT -5
When the beast backs away from the flower, Poison Ivy hurries to it. "Oh, you poor baby!" she says when she touches it, quickly shifting the bulk of her attention away from the monster so that she can attend to the plant. She doesn't allow her hold on him to slip as she does so - nothing in the world could do that right now - but it talks very little effort for her to keep that connection even as she turns her energy to the wounded beauty.
The damage done combined with this far from ideal climate is rapidly taking its toll, but there's a few things she can do to help it immediately even without any supplies - the way she would have taken it wouldn't have injured it so she didn't bring anything special. But the stress has caused the plant to speed up its metabolism to try to cope with the many injuries, yet that's only causing it to fade faster. She can use her influence on it to coax it into a more dormant state, however, and that will prolong the time it has left before it dies. Long enough for her to get it back home where she can create the right micro-climate for it to heal properly.
The vines wrapped around her unravel and extend to pick up the thick Tetrastigma vine, while she cradles the large flower in her arms with the same gentleness most people reserve for babies. "That's it, babies, you can rest now. I'll take care of you," she croons softly as both the flower and the vine respond to her. The petals of the flower seem to wilt a bit, but that's merely because it's preserving energy. And the fluid leaking from the plant quickly slows, but though it's badly damaged she senses that it's likely to survive if she can provide the right care.
It's only when she's certain that she's done what she can here that she turns her attention back to the humbled beast. Just as she can sense the internal state of the vine and flower, she can get some sense of him as well. It isn't as clear, but she did notice that while he seems to be very much under her mental power (though not as much as she'd like), he didn't seem to understand her spoken words. And she's far from satisfied by that - it isn't enough to make him feel bad, he must also understand why he should be!
Of course, if that means that she has to tell him by using her powers, that's where it gets tricky. She's used to communicating with her own plants, which are only intelligent enough to understand a few basic orders. If she wanted them to be more intelligent, she'd have to incorporate a lot more animal DNA into the mix and she suspects that such creations would be a lot less pleasing to her. So she's used to only communicating very basic things, not something as complicated as why it's wrong to hurt the flower now held in her arms. And yet, there is an option: she has communicated her feelings to her plants before. It's a pretty useless activity since even the vines she keeps wrapped around herself, two of her most intelligent creations, don't seem to know what to do with it. Yet it makes her feel better in a way to know that at least something 'listened' to her. "Perhaps we should see if we can't teach an old dog a new trick?" she asks the plant in her arms before her eyes shift back to the beast that the Scarecrow became.
Knowing just how terribly heartless the man this beast was, she takes a certain perverse delight in her next few actions. EMPATHIZE WITH ME! She then proceeds to project toward him some of her current thoughts and feelings about this situation. The first being the importance of what she's now so carefully holding in her arms - to say that it's incredibly precious would be to understate the issue. This pair of plants matters far more than any amount of money, most of the human race, and the vast majority of everything that mankind has ever accomplished combined. And it's not simply valuable, but a beautiful living thing, all the more precious because it's so fragile. So much more pleasing to the heart and mind because it's so very alive. And yet the confused beast before her almost killed it through sheer thoughtlessness and carelessness - her anger at him for that is so hot and fierce it could easily consume her.
But that's not the only thing that makes her angry - the other is that he thought to not only defy but actually harm her by assuming his current form. She's a woman full of pride, and though a part of her laughs at the idea that someone as barbaric as the Scarecrow could even consider that he might be able to do something to her, a larger part of her is extremely insulted that he even tried.
In fact the only reason why she doesn't now use this power she has over him to destroy him now is because she finds that she... likes him this way. Almost reluctantly, she also allows that feeling through - the beast is ugly and unrefined, like someone just threw it together with no thought to it's final form so long as it would be dangerous. Even if the point of the creature is to be scary, she knows that she could have done better. But not everyone is such a genius with genetics as she is, and she has to admit that she's vaguely impressed by it. The Scarecrow is still an idiot, but perhaps not as much as she thought.
Now that she's finished 'sharing', she simply watches the beast both with her eyes and her other senses to see how it reacts. Though she isn't sure why, she finds that she's craving a certain a feeling of understanding. Perhaps it's because the plant in him doesn't understand and she's yet to touch a plant that didn't instantly understand her, at least as much as a plant can understand. She wants to be rid of that exception.
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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 Jun 11, 2012 20:45:41 GMT -5
While Poison Ivy inspected the flower The Scarebeast lay docile for the moment, almost whimpering at the thought that she was displeased with him. The shame and guilt were ridden in his features and on his face. Something overpowering was telling him he needed to feel that way. The beast opened his mouth a few times licking his lips and chopping his teeth as he watched jealously over the flower that was getting all the affection.
Perhaps he didn’t understand what she was saying because he was so confused with what was happening. Something inside of him had been telling him to do one thing while another more dominating force was telling him another. It was all very confusing, and hard to listen to, so the beast picked one. The one that was more assertive and overpowering. Regardless of what she had said, he still didn’t understand exactly what he did wrong, only that she was angry with him and he felt and overwhelming need to fix that.
Suddenly a feeling came over him. It was like a marvelous understanding of the world around him, the pain that the flower in front of him was in. He had caused that, He had made her angry? His mind was fogged over, it was difficult to pinpoint that he had done it. His sympathy for Ivy’s cause had become much greater and in that aspect he only had one desire on his mind.
The Scarebeast lifted his head and moved toward her in a slow crawl, dragging his monstrous sized claws at the ground like it would actually support him. His tail drug the floor now, the tip scraping loudly as it went. He stopped the drooling toxins that came seeping out from his teeth and made a small sympathetic whine toward her. With a few panted breaths through them he tried to stick his snout to her shoulder just above her breast. His snout was large and took up most of the surface area, so he only placed it just a tad instead of knocking her over with his size. With a few small turns of his head he tried to nuzzle her in comfort of the situation, a full apology by his standard.
His understand of the situation was a lot clearer to him now. What Ivy was angry at him for, what he had done, and what he wanted to do now were all becoming clearer by the moment. By this gesture he was hoping to show her that he didn’t mean her harm, in fact that was the last thing he meant her. Just her presence brought a sense of security and an odd affection toward her.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 12, 2012 0:04:24 GMT -5
Sensing that her feelings are being well-received, Poison Ivy actually finds herself smiling when the beast approaches to apologize as best he can. She can't help the flood of positive emotions; getting actual sympathy and empathy from anyone in any shape or form is a very rare event for her. Her parents never seemed to have the time to pay any attention to her, and when she was young she was too shy to have any friends. As she grew older she was not only shy but an eccentric science geek. She'd thought that she'd found a sympathizer in Dr. Woodrue but... Well, that didn't go very well. Since then she's only had people who at best merely pretend to care about her and plants who aren't capable of really understanding her. But now he's got her rethinking just how objectionable it would be to make her plants more intelligent...
He's also causing her anger to melt, and almost without her consent she finds herself shifting the large flower into one hand so that she can gently stroke his nose with the other, carefully avoiding any spikes. She may have basically forced the emotion out of him, but that doesn't mean that she isn't touched by it. "It's okay," she murmurs quietly, allowing a feeling of forgiveness flow out of her so that he'll understand her words. She has this most precious plant now, it will survive, so nothing has been done that can't be fixed.
Besides, perhaps it's just her taste in hybrid creatures talking, but even though she thinks that he's ugly it's more of a 'so ugly it's cute' sort of ugly to her eye. It's the straw, she thinks - Poaceae may all be very simple, but there's a certain beauty in their simplicity she probably appreciates more than anyone. The Scarecrow probably only added in that detail because it relates to his ridiculous costume, but she likes it. And hers is the only opinion that matters anyway.
She continues stroking his nose for a moment more as she considers what to do with him now. The most important thing is that she needs to get this Arnoldii back to her hideout very soon, and no matter how close it is and how tamed she can keep him she wouldn't want to take this beast with her. Batman would find her hideout in two seconds flat if she did that! Yet she finds herself reluctant to say goodbye quickly - yes, she definitely needs to look into incorporating more animal DNA into at least some of her plants. He's proving that she'd like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2012 0:26:05 GMT -5
The moment Wayne saw that a rare specimen of a flower was being transferred to his company, he immediately thought of one person it would attractive the attention of. Ivy. She would flock to the plant surely as a shark would to a gashing wound in open water. The mystery wasnt how, or who. It was when. At what point of its transport would the deadly femme fatale try to apprehend the plant? It was anyones guess, but Batman wasn't one for guessing.
Weeks prior to the plants arrival in Gotham, Batman had snuck into where it was being kept, and set motion sensors along the lining of the plants case. If even a fly got inside of it, a red light would go off in the batcave, alerting the entire bat family of what was going on.
The Dark Knight had just got done beating Joker down, and sending him off to Arkham when he got the call from Alfred.
His batwave frequency went off, no sooner had Alfred started talking that Batman landed on top of a building.
"What is it Alfred?"
"Master Bruce, it would appear as though someone is trying to steal the plant"
" im on it"
Batman knew exactly what Alfred was talking about. Ivy was already in action it seemed. He didn't have long to move.
Batman ran and jump into the air. He had the sides of his cape gripped, as he went face first into a dive bomb. The wind flew up and around him, pressing against his face. All in one quick motion, Batman extended his cape out, and flew up and off into the night
It didnt take long before he came to the warehouse it was kept at. Batman put on his thermal vision and scanned the area. He found footprints leaving the warehouse. They were fading due to the heat trail freezing out. Batman had to act quick.
He once more ascended into the air, and followed the trail. The foot prints lead into an alleyway between two warehouses. Off int he distance, Bruce spot a car that was still warm, as though it had only recently been turned off. There was something strange at work tonight.
He landed on top of the roof, and slowly moved to the ledge, cloaked in darkness. He peeked over the side and to his surprise he saw the scarebeast, professor Cranes "demon within". Maybe if Batman were to get a sample of his DNA, he could come up with an antidote to cure this. Of course Ivy was there as well, that wasn't a surprise.
Why did Crane want the flower? He wondered to himself.
It was with a quick look from his binoculars, did he get a better understanding of the situation at hand. The look in Scarebeasts eyes. It seemed as though it had some sort of connection to Ivy. Was there any chance the beast was composed of any sort of plant DNA? If so, this battle just became that much more difficult. He obviously couldn't take them both on at once, that would be suicide. Instead, he would have to deploy his gadgets.
This would take very precise timing to work.
Batman lined the side of the roof with his explosive gel. He then moved over and dropped down to the side of the building. Batman worked his way to one side of the alley, and hooked up a net with a motion sensor, so as soon as it dedicated something, the net would shoot out. Batman drew his grappling gun and latched on to the roof again, and worked his way to the other side. He dropped down and went to the other end of the alley, facing Ivy with the Scarebeasts back turned to him. The Dark Knight kneeled beside the entrance. From his belt he drew one smoke grenade, and one grenade that sprayed white phosphorus in a circular motion.
Batman took a deep breath, and tossed the smoke grenade down the alley.
As soon as the grey mist spewed out and filled the air, he turned and began to make his way down, with the other grenade in his hand
"Alright, you two know the gig. Just hand the plant over and i'll let you go. If not, then you can prepare to go to Arkham."
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 18, 2012 13:13:49 GMT -5
The beast nuzzled its nose to her breast in a passive, pleading motion. His head remained tilted down and his eyes looked remorseful. Something inside him was making him feel absolutely compelled to make her happy, and to keep her near him at all times. It was an overwhelming feeling of security and genuine content that was immediately strange to him, but he didn’t dislike it.
Something in the beast was forcing him to like it despite his previous history. Dr. Crane’s thoughts and feelings couldn’t be heard at the moment as only the enthralled Scarebeast was here. Though they were one in the same, something about Ivy was forcing his feelings to turn this way. If he could break down the Scarebeast and turn to study and think about it. It may have something to do with the massive amount of straw he put toward the head.
Whatever his true feelings for Poison Ivy are, are null and void for the moment as the Scarebeast becomes receptive to her touch. Her hand had slid up onto his nose and he tilted his head further out so she could stroke it better. Calm murmur sounds left the beasts mouth as she changed directions in her stroke to rub his nose. Pressing into her hand he tilted his head back and forth, remaining careful not to spill any toxins from his teeth on her hand or on the ground around them. The feeling of forgiveness put him at peace and made the beast relax; now just staring at her from his position. He just wanted to make her happy. His back legs came forward some so his body could come to a resting sitting position in front of Ivy, careful not to make her release his nose.
The beast still had a will of his own, but it was greatly overwhelmed by Ivy’s presence. Her ability to influence his feelings was making changes in his behavior. The more feelings she projected into his, the stronger the connection between her and the beast was. He didn’t quite understand how these feelings were coming into him, only that he didn’t have the will to take them back. The Scarebeasts mind was made up when it came to Ivy, and all he wanted was her happiness.
The Scarebeast’s posture changed suddenly, pulling his nose from Ivy’s hand. His head lifted and took a few heavy sniffs into the air. There was a different scent around them, someone was close. The fact that someone else was close to them made a deep growl rattle from within the Scarebeasts chest. The next emotion that came flowing through him was jealousy. No one was going to interfere with Poison Ivy and him. His head flowed in one direction, and then another as if he was keeping track of this intruders presence, hopefully tipping Ivy off about it as well.
Flipping his senses the beast tried to turn to the side. His claws pushed out from underneath him making a loud noise comparable to nails on a chalk board. Rising to his feet he made sure Ivy remained close to him, becoming rather protective of her. The loud spurts of air confused him for a moment before smoke began to pour into the alley. His vision was becoming poorer and poorer in the tight space, but he still had his other senses to rely on. As the new scent caught his nose from behind the Scarebeast used the walls to turn himself around facing the Batman. The Dark Knight spoke from within the smoke his threat to them both…He wanted to take His flower away from him? …No one was going to be taking his flower anywhere…
The Scarebeast sucked in a deep breath, placing his claws outward to either side of the alley way to protect his flower. Leaning his head forward in one threatening motion he let out a wall crumbling, ear deafening roar through the smoke.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 18, 2012 15:51:46 GMT -5
When the beast's behavior suddenly shifts, Poison Ivy is nearly as quick to pick up on the problem as he is, given that she can get some sense of his mind. Though even as she starts to wonder who it might be, she can't help but smile at the feeling of jealousy she senses coming from him - that's definitely an emotion far too complicated for her own plants to feel about her, but it's definitely one that she likes. If they're under threat from someone, she's of course going to use him to help protect herself, but the fact that he's doing so without her direct order isn't necessarily expected even though it's greatly appreciated.
While the vines that she's using to hold the Arnoldii are actually quite sensitive to smell themselves, they don't function that well outdoors and at a distance so she puts her trust in the beast's superior senses as he tracks the movement of whoever it is. She has no idea who it might be, but given that the odds are strongly in favor of it being a threat she prepares for the worst. The vines wrapped around her and helping her hold the plant in her arms quickly shift, one of them moving to wrap the vine the large flower is growing from more securely, while the other frees itself from the task entirely so that it can be available if she needs it. And though she still holds the strong-smelling bloom in both hands, she shifts the weight of it to one side so that she can also free up a hand if she needs it. That will have to do, as she's absolutely not going to give up the Arnoldii no matter what else happens.
Beyond that, she stays very close to the large beast now assuming a protective posture next to her, standing close to his shoulder - that will make it all the easier for him to protect her. And as she can get some sense of what he's about to do before he does it, it isn't too difficult for her to match his movements with her own as he turns around, keeping close but carefully out of his way. Even when the air starts to fill with smoke she has little trouble. While the loss of her eyesight is troublesome, the vines wrapped around her lend her their senses and prevent it from being too difficult for her to tell where she is in relation to the beast and the alleyway itself, at least nearby. The man descending from the roof she can only sense from the beast, though that will do.
It isn't until he speaks that she knows for certain who it is. "Batman!" she mutters lowly, the hatred she's now filled with coloring her voice though she'd already suspected as much. The only other vigilante she's really run into is Nightwing, and she doubts that he'd be doing even this well this quickly. Batman she's only run into once before since becoming a rogue, and then she was in the glorious position of being unarrestable unless he wanted the majority of Gotham's citizens dead. She's carefully avoided him since because she'd realized that she wasn't yet ready to deal with him unless she was holding all of the cards already. In fact she still feels that now aside from the slight little detail that the creature standing next to her is bound to tip the scales far more into her favor.
And though she wouldn't feel prepared on her own, that doesn't mean that she hasn't improved herself since the first time she met the dark knight. Indeed, as the beast next to her answers the threat with a roar, she shifts the large flower into one hand so that the other can pull a small fruit from her pocket. And, using the creature's fix on Batman as her guide, she throws it with surprising accuracy given the fact that her eyes are completely blinded right in his direction. Wherever it hits, it will immediately burst open and add to the smoke with its own cloud of brown toxic gas. She mentally warns the beast to avoid that particular spot as she does so; while she's totally immune to it, he wouldn't have that luxury. And while she doesn't think that it would be enough to kill something as large as he is, it does make breathing rather difficult when it's inhaled and she'd rather reserve that problem for Batman.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2012 13:32:16 GMT -5
His words gave away his presence, then again he was walking down the alley way. He wanted to be spotted. All his cards were in play, and he would either take that plant, or no one would take it.
The scarebeast now aware of his presence, turned from the nurturing arms and hypnosis and Ivy, to his once captor. He could feel the hostility build up from the scarebeast as it turned around, shot its arms out to the sides, and let out an ear shattering howl into the night. He could also feel the severe distaste that Ivy had for him as well. Last time she called the shots, but now they were on even fields.
The smoke was meant to conceal his positioning, they wouldn't know where he was moving, or what gadget he had out, or anything of the sorts. On the flip side, Batman knew exactly where they were, and what both of them were capable of. The beast would attempt a physical charge, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall. This would make the beast his first target.
His plan, draw the beast out into the alley.
Batman began to step forward, but then he thought he saw something. Something difficult to spot in the smoke, but his trained eye got it very quickly. A faint brown cloud appeared in the smoke, then quickly evaporated into the air. This alarmed him and he quickly decided it would be best not to go to the beast, but to make the beast come to him.
Batman put his grenade away, and took out the grappling gun from beside his belt and aimed it up at the scarebeast. With a quick slight of hand, he shot it from the smoke, aiming to wrap the beast with the cord.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 2, 2012 13:03:15 GMT -5
This overwhelming feeling that was taking over the beast was driving him mad inside. It was more than just a sense of jealousy, something his inner self wasn’t use to. He felt that he truly had a connection with his flower. She was his flower, he needed to protect her, he had always loved her and nothing was going to tear them apart. The small amount of Dr. Crane that was left inside of the beast was overpowered by the reach of her Botanokinesis. It seemed to back him away and make him almost nonexistent compared to the beasts feelings for Ivy, which weren’t shared with him.
The beast wasn’t a mindless drone however; he had a strong will of his own. The will was just incredibly influenced by his feelings toward his flower. She called out a name staying beneath him, one that was very familiar to the Scarebeast. His growl’s only became more aggressive as the name was mentioned, keeping his snout pointed toward the other aggressive male. As his flowers anger began to rise he could pick up on it and almost feel it as his own. His massive claws dug into the walls cutting them with ease.
The beast nearly charged into the smoke after him as he steadily approached, but a soft voice began to speak to him. The large blazing eyes of the Scarebeast watched the fruit roll and emitted its deadly poison. He understood her and restrained himself from charging after the Batman. He shifted his weight, twitching his tail from one side to the other. The sharp tip on the end of it began to open and retract at its own will as he became more and more impatient. He couldn’t sit here and wait to tear this man apart. This man that threatened his flower!
His right claw dug deep into the ally wall beside him. The wall began to concave and crumble inward as his claws cut through it with little resistance. He took a chunk out of the wall and held it tightly between his claws. The beast pulled his arm back and then lunged the large chunk of wall toward the smoke in hopes to hit The Batman that his flower hated so. It wasn’t seconds after that a wire flew toward him from the smoke and wrapped around his neck. The beast roared and let go of the walls. His shoulders tensed and lashed backward giving a hard yank to the cord. His massive claws were far too large to fit under the choking grip of the grapple. It pushed against the straw against his neck and began to break off some pieces. The Scarebeast became even more enraged as it began to cut off his air supply. He reached toward the part of the cord that was still in front of him and began to pull it. The batman…was going to come to him….
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