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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jan 21, 2016 1:33:51 GMT -5
When Selina silently indicates an offer to top off her glass, Poison Ivy is quick to hold it out to her. Immune to the effects of alcohol, she doesn't need to worry about how much she drinks. But in a way, that actually takes some of the fun out of it - she doesn't even get a relaxing buzz from it. Still, she can enjoy the complex flavors and she's had enough wine in her life to be able to appreciate the subtleties, though on the whole she tends to go through wine a bit slower than your average person.
And she lightly scoffs when Selina comments on her sanity. "Is it crazy to want to save the planet? If so, fine - I'm crazy," she says, giving a dismissive roll of her eyes. She's not about to believe a word of what's written on her chart at the asylum - in a world where absolutely nobody cares enough about the environment to do what must be done to save it, of course they think that she's crazy. That doesn't mean that they're right.
She sees no need to further comment of the specifics of the design of the walls. Their height is no concern of hers, but she did hear rumor of their height and the implications of it did occur to her. But even so she'd have no reason to comment upon it - so the designers of this walled prison intends to be able to contain the other side - that doesn't matter to her, but Selina is both her friend and someone who travels the rooftops, so she thought that she ought to pass along that observation. That Selina might pass it along further to the others who travel the rooftops is something she's aware of but doesn't care about.
But when Selina further remarks upon the wall, and specifically that a man is probably behind it, she echoes the scoff in agreement. "Of course it's a man - a compensating man," she remarks, unable to help herself. After all, that wall is huge - quite ridiculously so. Though she's quick to warm up to the change of topic to what she's been doing - she's one of her most favorite conversation topics, after all. "Oh, quite a few things," she replies, "Though they have one thing in common - I should have never ended up in the asylum. And not just because I'm not crazy, but because I never should have lost that fight, but I wasn't nearly as prepared for it as I thought that I was. " Her lips purse and she sips her drink before she continues. "But what I've been working on is to remedy that," she explains, "Now I'm prepared for nearly anything."
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Feb 2, 2016 5:13:04 GMT -5
In her own way she can see the sanity in Ivy's train of thought. Or perhaps tendril of thought. Whatever. The themed motifs got rather irritating the more they were used improperly. She had found that out the hard way when press had started covering her escapades and someone had spotted her and tied a nickname to the leather-clad woman. Probably Gleeson. Damn the redheads. Present company and a few others excluded. "And honestly, that seems rather sane. If people don't understand that we get oxygen from the very trees they are clearing out to put up another...whatever they're building, they deserve what comes to them. Which is a clear lack of oxygen, and a slow death." Topping off Ivy's glass, she moves to put a bit more in her own. She has a decent enough tolerance herself to alcohol, and a practiced palette to appreciate what they are imbibing, along with the olives and other treats.
Breaking into a large smile at Ivy's words, she heartily agrees. "I just don't get why they think they need this. And why so many natives have been excluded. It's certainly something to ponder." And ponder another time, when she doesn't have Ivy around. It's been much, much too long since the two had spent any sort of non-shop talk time with one another doing fun, enjoyable things, rather than discuss anyone that is overcompensating for a rather large lack of something else in their city.
As Ivy responds to her question, Selina is mid-bite into another green olive, confused as all hell. Maybe it's because she really has never dealt with anything of the sort like Ivy's gifts, or just how vague her friend is being. But she's rather confused, which is rare for Selina. "I can agree with you on the never getting caught part, but I honestly am lost on just what exactly you are talking about?" She can understand that Ivy is a miracle in and of herself, but just how she's been able to better herself...the facts are entirely illusive to Selina.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 17, 2016 22:43:05 GMT -5
Though Poison Ivy resigned herself to the fact that she very well be the only human on the entire planet (if she still counts as human, that is) who actually understands and who will ever understand the full ramifications of the environmental crisis and the need for drastic steps to be taken to solve that problem, it nevertheless rubs her so the wrong way when Selina's words so completely miss the point of the matter that she can't help but correct her.
"Oxygen is almost beside the point, darling," she replies, ranting slightly, "We are hardly in any danger of running out of it. What's even more important is that those trees, sometimes over a hundred years old, are beautiful living things. Why should they have to die because an already overpopulated species who thinks that they rule the world can build another unliving structure that they probably don't even need? Especially when they are not the ones who can relocate themselves." Having said that much, she decides that is sufficient. She doesn't wish to annoy Selina with her passion for a subject that, sadly, too few really appreciate. It's impolite to be knowingly uninteresting to one's companions, whether you privately believe that they ought to share your passion or not.
Sipping her wine, she shrugs lightly at Selina's verbalized wonderings. "My guess is that they're well aware just how many businesses in the area are full of corruption. Whomever they have instead are probably corrupt too, but at least if they're not from around here they're unlikely to have a vested interest in seeing the whole thing fail," she shrugs again, rather uncaring and only supplying her own speculation because she suspects that her friend might want her thoughts. Of course, she sees corruption everywhere - she makes it her business to know which factories, especially, don't comply with even the most basic of the poorly inadequate environmental laws. The people responsible for that are on her personal hit list, after all.
The look that flickers across Poison Ivy's face when Selina confesses that she's lost about what's being spoken up is one of mild impatience. As far as Poison Ivy is concerned she's being perfectly clear. Though the expression is fleeting - she can be far more patient with a friend than she is with anyone else, so her impatience abruptly replaced with a smile. "Hmm, perhaps a demonstration?" she says, making the question at least halfway a statement - the improvements she's made to herself are far easier to understand when they are seen rather than merely spoken of.
Poison Ivy isn't known for her athleticism. What she's known for are her plants, which are quick enough and strong enough that one might think that she would never have to lift a finger herself. But now she carefully sets down her glass of wine on the tray, stands, turns slightly so that there's room behind her, and does a standing full - in heels no less! No doubt Selina, with her expert eye, can tell much from the single maneuver. It seems that, rather abruptly, the green rogue now possesses agility, flexibility, strength, and speed at a very advanced level - and not only that, but is capable of using it. She's not as fast and agile as Selina, though the amount of height she gets in her jump (again, in heels) indicates that she's better built for strength, and has a great deal of flexibility as well.
When she's finished, she immediately takes all of a second to ensure that her hair and dress settle back into place - just because she's able to be far more athletic now than she used to be doesn't mean that's an acceptable excuse for her to walk around with her hair or clothing slightly askew after her efforts, after all. That philosophy is reflected in her physique - which is more toned than it used to be, though not extremely so. In what is most likely a somehow intentional result of whatever she did, her muscles remain relatively small for the amount of strength she possesses. But of course she would do that - she's not about to let a desire for strength to ruin her womanly curves.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Apr 7, 2016 14:26:15 GMT -5
Thankfully her own home has ample vertical space. The joys of having a built-to-suit loft. Yes, it was expensive, but on the other hand, every single square inch had been allocated by her choosing. And in times like this she is more than grateful she'd made sure the ceiling of her own home had been left open-ductwork and all, for the most part. As it is, she already knows her friend was gifted. Pamela Isley was not only beautiful and blessed with family money and poise, but now, one could see a horrible experience with tainting her. No, not in the instance of the transmogrification of Pamela to Ivy. If anything, Ivy not only possesses everything Pam had, but more. More beauty, power, strength, and skill. So the beautiful maneuver she executes is met with enthusiastic clapping-after her own glass has been settled- and a bright, beaming smile. Pride blossoms on Selina's face as she goes to stand, and grasp the upper arms of Ivy gently. She knows the woman is averse to touch, but for some reason, she has a slight leeway in that case. Perhaps it's because her own avatar is rather averse to touch and choice is everything?
Either way, she is marveling at her rather standard looking friend, the feat she had just executed having honestly no exertion in the aftermath on Ivy's persona. "You must explain to me what you've done! Because that is beautifully magnificent!" And while not particularly 'new,' considering her own personal connections, and hell, her contemporaries. She's seen Eddie concoct some interesting toys, of course Batman had his own electronics, and she was behind the whole Metropham Gala, close at hand with Lex Luthor himself.
And whatever Ivy is doing has to be beyond simple adaptions of photosynthesis. There is a well of strength she's able to pull on that is not giving her bulk, yet is allowing her strength of a well honed athlete. Even as she goes from fondly gazing at her friend to almost awkwardly contemplating the possibilities, she can see how if-and it's a huge if- Ivy ever did want to train with her, or even test her newfound skill set, she'd be able to. That would involve prying her from her own experimentations and passion projects, but it could be beneficial for the friends. Especially with everything going on. Especially with that damn wall.
Considering Selina is prone to working alone, as is Ivy, the potential team-up could even be groundbreaking, so to speak. The two are known as friends, both before and after the 'change' as Selina deems it, yet few seem to link both Catwoman and Poison Ivy as interacting beyond anything behind the scenes. The possibilities at this point are vast. And beautifully ripe.
Squeezing her friend lightly before letting go, Selina wags a finger at Ivy. "You hiding the beautiful tricks from me. I thought you knew better how I love to see things like this. Hidden in plain sight. Those are the best slights of hand, you know." Knowing her own tolerance for alcohol is high, and that Ivy can metabolize it as she sees fit, she's off into the kitchen and deliberating before the under-counter wine cellar. Which is nothing more than a fancy term for 'climate controlled fridge for fermented grape juice.' Grabbing another bottle she is swiftly able to decork and bring it back to where they were sitting. Motioning back to their seats, Selina is already folding herself back into a comfortable position, wine in hand-of course, before encouraging Ivy to do the same.
"You know, just because I don't know everything, doesn't mean I don't want to hear it, Ivy. I don't have a degree in Botany, or even plant biology. that doesn't mean I'm not unwilling to hear it." In fact, it's the complete opposite. She has so many friends and contemporaries that absolutely obsessive about specific topics that she's able to expand her own base knowledge in a mere few hours after listening to them pontificate. And it is educational. Not only to expand her knowledge base, but for the fact she's better able to understand the person's love for said topic. "I do have one question, love. How the hell did you get such hot intel before I did?" And it's a genuine, honest inquiry. Selina has her own network in Gotham, she's shocked Ivy heard about this wall before she did.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 15, 2016 4:57:39 GMT -5
When Selina touches Poison Ivy, she'd notice that even the woman's flesh feels different. Not extremely so, but certainly detectable by even a casual touch. It's quite firm to the touch, but not in a way that could be explained by an increase of muscle - that can be felt too, but the surface layers of skin and other tissue that cover the muscles is normally quite soft. There's also a temperature difference - she's quite a few degrees cooler than normal human body temperature. Her skin is a bit smoother too, lacking some of its natural texture.
And then there's Poison Ivy's scent. Hardly noticeable when she's at a distance or when casually passing by her and easily mistaken for some kind of perfume, lingering close enough to touch her makes its effect quite noticeable to even another woman. It's a sickly sweet scent, not unlike that of overripe fruit, pulling at the attention. Causing the mind to forget all other things and instead focus only on Poison Ivy. Her wants, needs, and desires seem suddenly so much more important than anything else that could be thought about instead. But Selina is not the intended target of this scent, so she only gets a small taste of it. If she were a man instead, especially one of weaker willpower, that scent alone would be enough for Poison Ivy to have him completely under her spell.
But she isn't even thinking about her scent at the moment - instead she's smiling a bit smugly at her friend's reaction to her little stunt. "Oh, you really shouldn't be so surprised, darling - you know about my skills with genetics. If I can shape a plant into anything I want, why can't I reshape myself? Of course it's not without a few side effects..." she lifts a hand a looks at it, seeming to indicate the change of her skin color, "But there comes a point when it's all worth it."
It's then that Selina steps away to get them more wine, and she doesn't need an invitation to reseat herself with her nearly empty wine glass. As soon as Selina's left it within her reach, she reaches for it and pours herself some more. "Well, I wasn't trying to hide it from you, darling. I merely didn't want to make too drastic of a change to my appearance - I do not wish to not be myself - and we haven't really had a chance to chat about it yet," she comments, sipping from her fresh glass before adding, "But internally I'm almost completely different, even down to the cellular level - plant cells have many advantages over animal cells, and I believe I've managed to give myself the best of both. I'd been a step in that direction already, mind you, but I didn't realize until later that I'd been hanging onto the foolish notion that it would be a bad thing to go any further. But my babies need a mother who can fight for them."
When asked about how she knew about the wall, Poison Ivy looks mildly surprised by the question. "Honestly, I'm a bit surprised that you didn't know it yourself already, darling. Of course, we do run in different circles - I heard about it first in Wade's place," she says, referring to a small underground black market, "I believe that the source of the rumor goes back to some photos of documents taken by some aide connected to the city council. Like I said, I haven't seen them, but I spoke to more than one person who said that they saw them for themselves - and they were in no position to be able to lie to me. Perhaps you need to expand your connections to the city council." She shrugs, indicating that she's not even sure if that's the way to solve the problem. But Selina doesn't need her to tell her how to do her thing.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Jul 2, 2016 23:26:29 GMT -5
"You're my friend. And even though our circles run not concurrently at all times, I'm still curious, as ever," she pauses, laughing into her wineglass at the joke, "at what you're up to. I knew you pre-....whatever you want to call this. And now I know you improved. I like that. An improvement is exactly what it is." While the wine may be getting to her, she's got a pretty damn good tolerance for the substance. Heady with the feats that Ivy just did have her mind reeling. Not that she's going to completely comment on that quite yet, as she can't quite find the words. Melding plant biology with human? Does that even work? In her limited knowledge, she'd have no idea but the living, breathing specimen before her speaks otherwise. And speaks well.
And Ivy has a damn good point. If she is that good with plants, why not use oneself? It echoes a certain few phrases used by another fellow green themed rogue, but knowing Ivy would clearly be insulted by being compared not only to a man, but to Edward, she refrains from saying that, as well.
Shaking her head slightly at the green arm extended, she finally does have something to say. "And that is where we differ! And thankfully, as I don't think I'd want to pursue my own escapades in front of the curtain, so to speak. I like my sneaking around at night, and not dealing with others. Call me anti-social to a degree, but I prefer my night-time prowls to an added benefit such as that. Even though it does benefit you, Ivy."
Eying both her glass, and the platter of edibles she'd laid out, she plucked up another olive before speaking. "I am just shocked I haven't heard anything. It's probably Bruce Wayne doing some sort of conglomerate takeover of the city to better it. You know he's probably paying someone in the city counsel, or at least has his own people there, as well."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 3, 2016 19:50:27 GMT -5
The joke causes Poison Ivy to give an amused exhale. She really does enjoy Selina's company - another sophisticated woman to talk to when most of the city would sooner flee from her presence and the rest are mostly irritating men.
"Well, I didn't really have a choice, darling - it was, as they say, either 'go big or go home'," she replies, also politely omitting much that she could say. She can see why some wouldn't count Catwoman as one of the rogues - in fact, if she weren't friends with the woman she'd probably be one of them. As ridiculous as she considers most of the others to be, one thing that they have in common is that they have a cause that they are passionate about - something they're willing to do anything for. The cat seems less than fully committed by comparison, unwilling to seriously risk what she has for what she wants. Or is it that what she wants is so... small?
Regardless, she'll keep such opinions to herself - she's not out to either judge or try to change the other woman, just as Selina doesn't seem prepared to condemn her for how far she's willing to go or tell her that she should be different either. Listening as her friend brings up Bruce Wayne, she immediately scoffs, "Wayne? Please! Don't get me wrong - Arkham City was surely conceived of by an idiot, but not that kind of an idiot. Parts of it seem to have been designed by a committee - I'm sure that we can thank our dear city council for that one - but not most of it. Most fingers point to the mayor's office as the mastermind behind the whole scheme, but honestly he doesn't strike me as that kind of an idiot either - he has influence, but not enough to make it go this far. Who is really behind it then? I have no idea. But not Wayne - based on what he sponsors he and his people are not fans of crime, but they're not such extremists. Most of the other locals I can think of simply wouldn't benefit enough from this - in fact, most of them have been harmed. I'm also certain that Luthor isn't behind it either - it's not pretty enough for him."
But rather than go on listing off names and why she doubts their involvement, she simply shakes her head and sips her wine. While she can easily speculate and guess about things like this, she's simply not curious enough about the whole thing to go find out the answer to the questions she doesn't know the answers to. Knowing the answer won't change a thing about her plans for the future, after all.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Sept 4, 2016 6:38:22 GMT -5
"Perhaps he's just come to his senses after all these years? You know, childhood trauma can be everlasting." And she knows that so, so well, knowing that the man is ...well, who he is. Sitting there, contemplating the whole 'who is building the blight on Gotham's cityscape has her quiet for a moment. Not Luthor, as Ivy is rather correct-it's not Metropolitan enough. Nor is it Wayne, as Bruce has further reaching plans, usually.
Shaking herself out of the stupor, she throws her hands up, her wine glass perfectly balanced on her knee. "If I can be frank, Ivy, I'm shocked, and pretty ashamed I hadn't heard of it. Then again, I feel I'm one of the few that hasn't been behind bars at Arkham, so I have that working against me. All I know is that for now, I'm going to do my damndest to stay out of the area that is being quaranteened. You know the whole thing, cats, confined areas, that's a no-go. Unless it's some sort of random cardboard box." Shrugging her shoulders she shoots Ivy a look of understanding. No doubt she has her own selective, thematic triggers as well. Probably related to botany.
Instead of wanting to beat a dead horse on the topic, Selina motions to her flatscreen TV on the wall. "I saw you were on TV a bit ago. Quite a standoff. I could see the boys in blue from my balcony, you know." She's referring to Ivy's standoff in Robinson Park, which her flat overlooks. It was rather spectacular, to the point she'd made some sangria and sat overlooking the whole thing, texting back and forth with a few of the other Rogue's of Gotham. "I'm honestly shocked Batman didn't make an appearance. You'd think he'd want to make a show of solidarity over that."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 4, 2016 19:09:29 GMT -5
Considering Selina's response, Poison Ivy is once again quick to dismiss that Gotham City is Wayne's doing. "I doubt it - his preferred coping strategy for his childhood trauma is obviously to distract himself from it, and it's obviously very effective," she remarks, sounding disgusted by him. Of course, the mere fact that he's a man enough is enough to digust her, but his playboy billionare lifestyle makes it several times worse.
Nodding emphatically as Selina expresses her desire to have nothing to do with the prison herself, Poison Ivy sees no reason to actually comment upon that. Though it is true that there are similar things that she doesn't like. Not confined spaces, or any location really - plants are accustomed to making the best of whatever situation they find themselves in and are extremely adaptable. In spite of mankind's claim to evolutionary dominance, it's plants who have the more complicated genome, and that because they can't simply move away from unfavorable conditions - wherever they sprout is where they remain, for better or for worse, so nature gives each of them a genetic Swiss army knife to help them cope with whatever they might face. Which isn't to say that Ivy doesn't have preferences about where she is, but the things that bother her are not generally locational. Fire, on the other hand, bothers her a lot.
When Selina shifts the topic over to her recent run-in with the police a flash of anger crosses Poison Ivy's face, though clearly at the memory and not at the choice of topic. "I honestly wasn't expecting for that to happen, darling," she admits, her voice now completely serious though still conversational, "Not then and there, anyway, but I've long suspected that things might get that messy for awhile - I was prepared for war. I still am, actually - I'm sure that there's at least one powerful idiot out there who thinks that they can drive me from the park."
"But Batman did come, though he was late and didn't stay long, really," she adds, taking another sip of her wine. "He was helpful, actually - he removed the people who were still in the park..." In other words, rescued the survivors. "...And then he disappeared, but I suspect he talked to the police - they backed off after that..." Which means he most likely informed them that there were no lives to save and encouraged them to stand down since she wasn't attempting to go beyond the park. "...Which I don't blame them for, darling. I've grown rather powerful lately, and I was a bit in a rage. But can you blame me for that, darling? They used incendiary grenades in a greenhouse in a botanical garden!" she explains, obviously still very upset by that. Which shouldn't come as a big surprise to Selina - lighting a collection of carefuly curated and often rare plants on fire in a confined space is one of the worst things a person can do in Poison Ivy's eyes. That's approximately the same thing to her as burning down an orphanage for refugee children while the children were all inside would be to anyone else. To say that she was motivated is putting it mildly.
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Post by Selina Kyle - Catwoman on Sept 24, 2016 6:19:17 GMT -5
Nearly as soon as the words are out of her mouth, her eyes go wide. Shit. Ivy has been in prison, and no doubt she missed the Metropham Gala because of it. At the very least Selina had sent many, many nice things to make her stay there better, but it was only faintly improved, from her own visits.
And as the conversation turns to actually talking about Batman, she almost spits out her own wine, not shocked at his tardiness. "Honestly, though, when isn't he late? He's either awkwardly watching from the shadows, or he's perpetually late. I'm not shocked at all that he just disappeared, either. You have no idea how many times he'd just utterly fail to actually catch me at what I was doing, or after I'd cracked the safe, the window, you name it, he'd be there, in his voice "Stop. That is against the law. Blah blah blah." You know the horrible drill."
Shifting slightly, she thinks back to the footage she saw; and she can understand both sides. Both her friend's, as well as the GCPD's. Her own home even overlooks Robinson Park, and she'd seen the smoke afterward. Ironically, she'd been out of her apartment that day, and night, and following day. Shaking her head, she can't wrap her mind around either side fully, so instead she voices her opinions on the park.
"I can tell you have grown stronger! You showed me. But." She pauses, pursing her lips as she gathers what to say. "I don't think it was even remotely smart of them to use grenades. Aren't there endangered species in that greenhouse? Or were? And what about those that were in the park. Or live around the park, which is a good chunk of Gotham's populace. I don't care what they thought was smart, clearly they weren't using their heads at all!" And that was no doubt due to the use of pheromones, but still! Sometimes she honestly wonders if returning to her hometown was smart at all. Her namesake was adaptable, much like Ivy's own totem, and now personage, but still. Grenades? In a park? While she is normally quite composed, she doesn't bother to hide her discomfort with the whole situation. War no doubt is coming, at the very least for Gotham.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 25, 2016 18:25:19 GMT -5
Yes, Poison Ivy has been locked up, but she doesn't really care very much about that, really. Not any more than anyone else does about having to live somewhere they didn't really like - the fact that it was a mental institution was just another item on the extraordinarily long 'cons' list to her. The very moment that she believed it was best for her to leave, she did.
What bothers her much more than talk of being locked up is the way that Selina talks about Batman. Because yes, she's complaining about him, but... "No, I don't know 'the drill' - Batman doesn't treat me like a naughty kitten," she states somewhat sarcastically before she takes an extra large sip of the wine - not that it helps. Poor Selina having to deal with Batman repeatedly showing up late and not catching her, while everyone else has to expend vast amounts of energy doing everything they can to make sure that he has no chance of finding out what they're doing until it's completely over - because if he does show up, you either have to defeat him in an real no-holds-barred fight or you're leaving in bat-shaped handcuffs.
The only reason why Poison Ivy got off so 'easily' this time is because she was already in the middle of such a fight, she had the upper hand, and there was little benefit for it to continue. And she's confident that it isn't over with - this ceasefire will likely only last until he comes up with what he believes is a very good plan, and then it will be war again. The 'smart' move would have been for Poison Ivy to take this opportunity to go back into hiding, but she's a passionate woman who thinks more with her heart than her head - and how can she abandon all those helpless plants in the park after such a thing happened?
When Selina begins speaking about the greenhouse, Poison Ivy's expression becomes equal parts anger and sadness. "Yes, there are and there were - I was able to save some of them, but others... some were just gone," she explains, "But it doesn't matter how rare they were - no plant deserves that! Especially not those - not after all that they've been through. That SWAT team was not merely unintelligent - they were heartless." And the upset that Poison Ivy feels about it is so intense that it's nearly visible as an aura around her. Clearly she has no intention of backing down to anyone about this.
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