Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on May 28, 2011 22:53:40 GMT -5
If there was one thing Dick could be, it was stubborn. He was skilled at investigating cases and next liked to give up. He'd do what it takes to get the information he was looking for. And at this point it had meant staking out for a while and seeing what his old friend Dr. Isley was put to. He had kept a close eye on her since the last time he had payed her a visit.
That visit had provided him with the admittance to her performing the crimes, but not the evidence he had needed to bring her down. This was going to be his chance. And had a feeling whatever it was she was hiding was in that greenhouse somewhere. Nightwing was going to find it.
This woman was smart and very good had hiding just what was helping her become so successful in her crimes. Dick had though about just trying to follow her to one of the social events. But he knew he would have been out of place. He usually only went to those things if the Wayne name was a stake, and even then he didn't really enough going. He figured she'd be smart enough to notice that, she seemed to keep a tab on all the rich bachelors in Gotham.
So, there he was once again breaking and entering the same green house he had not too long ago. This was a case he had taken up on his own. He had kept an eye on anything he could that would help him with it. He was lucky that night there was some charity going on for some museum of natural arts and he had watched Dr. Isley go off and on her way to try and find another rich man to rob without leaving a trace.
It was just as easy as the first time to get into the greenhouse. He was surprise she didn't bother to change the lock. She must have thought he would have given up by now. Boy, would she be wrong. Vigilantes like him didn't give up that easily, even if all the investigating seemed to end to e dead end every time.
Once he had entered the greenhouse, Dick figured he was safe to stick more to the main paths in the greenhouse to get around. He didn't want to get caught up again in any more of those weird plants this woman had around there.
Dick knew exactly were he might get some answers. He was going to investigate her latest projects in her lab. Maybe then he might be able to find what he was looking for. It didn't take him long to quietly make his way to a table with some lab equipment sitting out in front of what looked like the lab he had been hoping to get into. He make sure to be extra caution as to make sure no one was around.
Turning on his night-vision goggles. If she was as smart as she seemed, Dick figured she probably kept her top secret notes hidden else where, if she had any. So, he ventured into the lab.
As he looked around he looked back at one of the counters toward the center of the room. There were some bottled chemicals and formulas, that were most definitely the finished product of some experiment. Dick had a feeling he was definitely on the right lead now. All he had to do was maybe take a few sample with him back to his lab and see what he could find out about all this stuff. He pulled out a small test tube out from one of the compartment on his gloves.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on May 29, 2011 6:16:46 GMT -5
Parties and perfume, making more perfume and attending more parties. Pamela's latest scheme was consuming her life. Not that she's about to complain: she's accomplishing so much good and so quickly too! But she'd lost track of time while working in her lab this evening, finishing up that batch of perfume, that the time had gotten away from her and she'd had to leave in a hurry - didn't even remember to make sure she'd cleaned up her lab properly before she left.
And wasn't until after she'd already left that she realized that she'd also forgotten that she'd promised Veronica that she'd bring her some lavender scented perfume, and all she had with her was rose. And she'd only just gotten back on Miss Vreeland's good side after that whole incident with Two Face at the beginning of spring - she can't disappoint again.
So, back to her greenhouse she goes, expecting to be able to just walk into the lab, grab a little bottle of lavender from its hiding place, and make it to the charity gala fashionably late. That is, of course, until she notices that the door she left locked when she left has now been picked open... It only takes her a moment to put the pieces together, and she slips inside her greenhouse as quietly as she can - knowing that she's either just missed or is now interrupting another visit by Nightwing or possibly worse. And given how she's only been gone for a short time, she's guessing it's the latter.
Of course, she's never had much practice sneaking around, and she's wearing stilettos. Then again, this is her greenhouse - she knows every leaf and tendril in the place, and even more importantly they know her. Unlike Nightwing she's free to travel any pathway and brush up against anything without fear of consequence - all the really dangerous plants know to avoid harming her. In the end, it really depends on whether or not Nightwing is paying enough attention to notice the sound of someone inexpertly sneaking around above the eerie sound of plants that seem to be stirring in their sleep - apparently a normal thing in this building.
Pamela peers through the plants as she tries to make her way toward her lab undetected, knowing that it's the obvious place to go to look for clues. And she mentally kicks herself when she remembers that she hadn't put everything away when she left. Well, no hope for it now - all she can do is try to catch a glimpse of the intruder before he realizes that she's there.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on May 30, 2011 22:49:12 GMT -5
After looking over the few vials that were before him, Nightwing collected a few samples from each one and put them into the small test tubs he had hidden away in the compartment on his boots. He figured if anything happened, it would be best to keep the samples in those compartments since they had the highest resistant to pressure applied to the compartments in different situations.
As soon as he had gotten enough to run a few proper tests on these, he placed the small vials with the samples back in the compartment he had taken them from on the boots. He was sure this would help him determine what might be going on and tie up a few loose ends. Dick was smart enough to know to keep the lights out, there was no sense in drawing attention to his location.
Dick was run in doing so, because soon after he had taken the samples, he could heard the light clicking of heels on the ground. Someone was there. There was only one person that could be. Dick stood and listened for a second as the sound stopped. If it were Dr. Isley, he was sure she'd noticed something off when she came back to her apartment. He'd have to be every careful now.
He wasn't exactly sure of her location. The plants in the greenhouse seemed to be moving on there own and catching his attention. It took away his sense of finding which direction the sound had come from. Enough was enough, he had come and gotten some possible evidence. Now was the time to try and get out of there without being caught.
The easiest way was going to be going out the way he came in. And if worse comes to worse, he cane create an exit. Dick snuck to the doorway of the lab and peeked around the corner slightly. He could see or hear the sound of the person now watching him. Now was his chance, it was a straight run for the door. It was close enough, he wouldn't have to go through the full jungle to get to it. It was best to just get out of there as quickly as he could. Dick knew he was fast, so now was his chance to make a break for it.
Dick came to the doorway and readied himself for anyone to come out and attack him. He wasn't sure how else to be prepared for this run, but he did pull out a wingding. He figured if one of those vine plants like last time got a hold of him, he could cut himself out of it this time. So, Dick made a run for the door.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on May 31, 2011 3:10:28 GMT -5
It's dark in the lab area, while the greenhouse is lit by the moonlight and starlight coming through the glass walls, but Pamela is certain enough that someone is there that she slows her steps before she comes near. And she quickly comes up with a plan: the only exit from the lab is through the greenhouse, so he'll have to come through it. Which means, if she plays her cards right, that she has him already. She takes a quick peek behind herself to make sure that she knows exactly where the wall-climbing vines are before she continues creeping forward, ready to summon them if whoever is inside comes out. Mere moments later, she spots the sudden movement of someone trying to make a break for it, and one by one she mentally summons all of the wall vines to her aid.
These vines are similar to the little ivy plant that had him earlier, except in a matter of scale: instead of being based off of a thin, relatively delicate plant, these are vines as thick as an arm and based off of plants one would expect to find in a rainforest. And they're relatively primitive plants when compared to what Pamela will be able to accomplish in the future; they're not under her direct control. Instead they follow the order programmed into their genes when summoned by her mental power: follow the scent of any human besides Pamela, and wrap tightly around them. And that, and only that, is what they know to do. They don't try to dodge or maneuver, they simply strike with a brainless single-mindedness.
But the primitiveness of the plants has a few advantages - they don't recoil when struck, or even stop trying to catch their prey when severed from their base, though that compromises their speed and maneuverability severely. In fact, the only thing that stops them completely is being out of their reach. But there are spaced so that six can reach any given point within the large greenhouse except right in the middle of the arched ceiling. They can even invade the lab, though not the furthest corners of it, wanting nothing more than to snag a running hero.
And if snagged, they're as stubborn about letting go as the little ivy that Nightwing met earlier - their ancestor. In fact, if their victim struggles against their initial firm grip, they tighten until the struggles cease. And Ivy had someone much stronger that Nightwing in mind when she'd created them - the man who had broken Batgirl's ribs in the bank had been a possible victim when she created them. But they're not designed to kill: no, they're designed to stop and hold their prey so that their master can do what she wants to them while they're bound and helpless.
After releasing her trap, a matter of just a few moments, Pamela crouches to make sure that she isn't accidentally caught in the crossfire as the vines go after the intruder. Because regardless of the outcome of this, things are about to get messy.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 1, 2011 0:06:52 GMT -5
Dick could hear more rustling as something was coming his way and fast. There was no way it was that woman coming at her. Sure she could probably run, but not that fast. Dick had hardly gotten the chance to make it half way to the door before some large vines started coming his way.
His eyes widened at the sight of those things. Oh, boy...Her mini plant was now larger than the first one that had gotten him the first time he had entered her green house. And these things didn't look like they were about to stop coming at him. As one came at him below the waist, Dick jumped in the air to avoid the vine coming at him.
Though, it only took another second for another one to come at him. Dick pulled out a wingding quickly. As the plant came at his head when he had made the recovery from the jump, he ducked out of the way and stabbed the wingding into the plant in hopes that it would make it back off.
As soon as he jumped forward to get a move on he saw another vine headed right in front of him. Dick dodged out to the side to avoid it. This was only creating more time for more plants to come his way. It this is what she called a regular vine, he'd hate to see what type of killer flowers she might own.
Right has he stepped to the side he took the chance to try and continue to make a run for the door. But as he tried to get there it seemed like there were just more and more vines coming his way in almost all directions. There were three more coming as him. They almost all came at the same time.
Dick stepped forward and dodged out to the left. And then there were too more on their way. Dick took out another wingding and ducked out from the second one attacking. While another vine was trying to hit low again. He stabbed the wingding into the vine once again as he jumped up to avoid it, but then out from behind him another vine pops out of nowhere and gets a hold of his left foot. Dick falls to the floor because of the sudden stop while he had been in a forward going motion.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 1, 2011 2:08:53 GMT -5
Once her vines are active, Pamela has nothing to do besides keep out of the way and watch the show, though it's a bit difficult to watch someone in black jumping around like that in the moonlight. "Nightwing," she mutters to herself as she catches sight of the blue symbol, annoyed but relieved that at least she doesn't have a second vigilante on her trail. And she scowls when the wingdings come out and are stabbed into the vines - but they're probably the toughest plants she has and she knows that she has a good chance of nursing them back to health. And the damage only impedes the vines in their attacks by slowing them down.
She watches anxiously as he dodges so many attacks, finding herself worrying that he really would make it out of the greenhouse. And she has to assume that he's managed to get some solid evidence, which means that having him escape would be disastrous. But the moment one manages to grasp his foot she smiles in triumph. While it's possible that's a bit premature, she knows that it's unlikely that he'll escape now; it would take more strength than he has to break it, which means that he can only get loose by cutting it. But given how thick and fibrous she made the vines, it would probably take time - time he doesn't have while he's within reach of five more that are actively trying to snag him, and with the foot caught he'd have a hard time dodging them. Still, she'd like to see his arms bound before she'll count it as over.
Then again, she already finds herself trying to decide how to punish him for this. As it happens, Pamela's greenhouse is devoid of any large, man-eating monstrosities. Not that she doesn't know how to make them, but because she knew that the police would get on her case (and they have) so her greenhouse needed to be able to pass a casual inspection. Which means that she couldn't have anything that looks dangerous - her killer flowers all look totally normal and harmless. But simply killing him would be a waste; it's not everyday one gets a vigilante at their mercy, and she's far too creative to not have several better ways of dealing with him. Oh, but which one?
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 1, 2011 11:16:18 GMT -5
Dick knew he had to act quickly. These plants were faster than he thought they were. These things were so thick, he saw that the wingdings weren't cutting them, but at least they were causing enough damage to the plants to drive them off course for a moment. Which was just enough time for he to try something else to avoid the other plants.
Though, now he was on the ground with one vine on his foot. Dick pulled out another wingding and stabbed it into the plant wrapping around, starting on his ankle. To his luck with worked enough to made the plant loosen. Dick took the chance to slide it off his foot, but it came with a cost. There were even more vines at that moment that had gotten the chance to come at him.
These things just kept on coming. There was no way he was going to be able to avoid the ones that now came at him while he had been messing with the one around his ankle. Sure he had freed himself from that. But as he had been pulling the wine off his ankle, another one whipped out and wrapped itself around his right wrist. Dick jerked his wrist up as he jumped up to try and avoid another vine coming at him. There had been enough slack in it at the moment to allow him this movement.
As soon as he had tried to get away from the ones on the ground going at his legs again, there were more whipping out toward him. There were two more vine coming at his mid body as a target. Dick was going to try to and stab the vine on his wrist with another wingding, but was stopped when the two vine hit into him. They quickly wrapped his upper body in the vines, wrapping his arms against his body.
The vines had so much force, that they slammed him into the support pillar along the wall. It did not hurt all that much, because the vines were taking on the hit more than he had. But it was still enough to knock the wind out of him. He slid against the wall a bit and allowed him to his feet for a moment. But it didn't help as soon as he tried to make a move away from the wall, a vine whipped out and wrapped around his lower legs. This brought him to the ground. The plants seemed to sense the work of the other plants allowing the maximum work to shut down it's opponent.
He now lay face down on the ground. His hands were almost behind him, hands were free, but his arms were bound along side of him. His legs were bound together tightly. The plants seemed to pull him up a bit, setting him in a positron to be up on his knees, forced to sit there. Dick tried to struggle a bit, but the plants were getting tighter with every movement. Dick remember the little plant that had gotten on his wrist a while back and let his body be come tense to keep the vines from crushing into him. But he did not struggle against them. He feared that if he tried to relax, the vines would only wrap tighter with the move free ability to.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 1, 2011 17:10:21 GMT -5
The moment that Pamela sees both arms bound, she straightens and smiles at him - without his arms free to cut into the plants it's probably game over unless he's cleverer than she is and sees another way out (unlikely). And as she watches them finish the job, she decides what she's going to do with him. And the thought makes her smile grow much bigger.
She walks over to the entrance of the lab but doesn't go in, instead hitting the light switch so that she can see him properly. And to look at Pamela, she'd been prepared to spend the evening talking more very wealthy men out of their money; she's wearing a classic little black dress, and given how much it enhances her natural good looks one might think she'd be able to convince one or two based on that alone.
Looking thoroughly pleased with herself yet again, she says, "So what do you think of my little defense? It hasn't really been put through its paces before; caught the Ventriloquist for me twice, but... well, that was easy." Glancing over Nightwing with that arrogant smirk planted firmly on her face, she adds, "You're quite the tenacious one, but it looks like you're going to need my help to get out of it too. Of course, the price of my help has grown a lot since the last time I helped you - you're not going to like it." But, based on Pamela's expression, she's going to like it. A lot, in fact.
"I'll be just a moment," she says as she abruptly turns and walks into her lab. And when she says a 'moment' she means it, because there's only the sound of one cupboard and one drawer being opened and closed before she reappears filling a syringe from one of her many unlabeled bottles - this one contains a murky, bright green liquid that's obviously dubious in nature. Clearly Pamela isn't planning on giving him enough time to figure another way out of this.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 1, 2011 23:23:59 GMT -5
Dick looked up to watch Isley as she turned on the lights on in the lab. Well, know she could definitely see that he had come back. And he knew that she knew every well what for. This was just great, there he had been. He had gotten what he wanted and at the last of his work was caught red handed at the scene of the crime. But literally, he was caught. The plants had a grip like a boa constrictor and had him good. He figured to much struggling and it would only give it the chance to close in on him more.
He would never admit it out loud, but that woman knew how to stand out. Even more of a cover up for her convincing her victims to hand over their money easily. Dick wasn't exactly sure what to do at the moment. He'd think of something though, he always did.
"Defense? I thought this was your back up," he commented, hardly in a joking tone at all. This problem was too serious to be joking around. He listened to her go on and wonder just how she managed to get away with her practices on experiments like this. Then again, they were just plants to the normal eye.
Listen to her go on, he knew he was in trouble now. If her idea of a garden in half animal like plants, he'd hate to see her idea of a harsher deal was going to be. That's like saying you have piranhas in a tank when it was really a shark. He narrowed his eyes at her as she walked away to get something from the lab.
Dick was really starting to not like this game any more. He had to think of something. The only way he'd be able to get out of this was to either reach for one of the wingdings in one of the compartments on his boots, since his arms were tied, either that or find away to bring some fire to this game. Dick liked the idea of the fire, but how would he be able to start one? Guess he was going to have to do this the hard way and try to reach the compartment on the back of his boots. Easier said then done at the moment.
As she left he tried to shift his weight a bit to be able to each his legs a bit. The vines were holding tight. He'd have to do it with the least amount of struggling possible though. He tried to stand on his knees and then bent backwards a bit and tried with a free hand to reach the compartment. It was pretty difficult considering his arms were tied down, but he still have free moment of his wrist to his fingers. It's a good thing he was some what of a gymnast otherwise it would have been a lot harder. After a few moments with as little struggling as possible, Dick managed to pop open one of the side compartments on the left boot. Now if only he could reach in it.
Though, he stopped as soon as Isley came back into view. He leaned back slightly, making look like he had been in the same position the whole time. Dick could see the wicked look upon her face as she returned with what she had been searching for. Oh, boy, a bottle of brightly color liquid was never a good thing. He still glared at her from where he sat looking up toward her. "This would be some type of formula that turns humans into plant creatures would it? I would kind of half expect that with how some of your plants act," he said sarcastically.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 2, 2011 3:54:39 GMT -5
The vines punish Nightwing's every movement by becoming that much tighter as if attempting to convince him to hold still, though in reality they're simply doing what they're designed to do. Every inch of movement would be much harder than the last for him, which is exactly why Pamela doesn't feel the need to watch him too closely. Then again, she's also just a little more overconfident than she has any right being.
Filling the syringe with all the finesse of a drug addict (not because she does actual drugs but because changing her own chemical make-up is a sort of hobby for her) she's just finishing when he makes exactly the wrong sort of comment. Not that he would know enough about her past to realize the minefield he just stumbled into, but apparently his ignorance is no shield against her explosion. "How dare you!" she practically growls out in sudden anger.
"What do you take me for - some lunatic scientist who tortures people just to prove a theory?" she asks in an angry rush, she sheer level of rage behind her words seeming to indicate that she's thinking about someone in particular - someone she's picturing herself murdering right now, nice and slowly. And that indication is confirmed when she adds, "Do you actually think that I'd do that to someone else when I know exactly what it's like to be on the receiving end?"
It's only then that the true nature of the mistake in making that particular sarcastic comment becomes apparent: as she talks she strides quickly forward, provoked into doing this much faster than she would have otherwise. Too fast for him to reach into the compartment on his boot in time without causing the vines to contract tightly enough to make completing the movement impossible. And with no further prelude, she simply stabs the syringe into his arm through the suit, saying, "This is just insurance." And as she injects the concoction into him, she can feel herself relaxing. She's still in control, so everything is fine.
Contrary to what someone may jump to believing, Pamela is not a mean or cruel person. While it's true that she takes pleasure in manipulating people, the ends of such manipulation are never to harm a specific person unless she has a deep and personal vendetta against them. And Nightwing has been more of an irritant than an object of revenge in her eyes. No, her only motivation here is to negate the fact that she has to assume that he either does now, or will very soon, know too much. And, fortunately for him, there are ways of doing that which don't involve anything as drastic as killing or mutating him. And at least he has her pheromones to distract him from some of the pain.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 6, 2011 21:54:04 GMT -5
Dick was struggling as it was to just move less than a inch. The vine was squeezing him more and more. There wasn't much else he could do to at least have tried to get himself out of this mess. But as the pressure was being put on to him more by the plants, he was starting to see that it was best to try and remain still as Isley approached him again.
Boy, maybe he should have kept his month shut. He could tell that his last comment had set her off. Now he was in for it. He had no idea what that stuff was she had gotten from the lab. For all he knew it could be poison of some type. He decided to not answer back as she seemed to be heading down another path. Dick could try and follow, but at the moment, she kind of had the upper hand and could easily dispose of him at that moment with the vines crushing upon him.
And then said said something about the injection being for 'insurance'. Dick didn't like the sound of that. Let alone the feel of the needing going into his skin. He tensed up as the fluid had been injected into him. He had no idea what to make of it.
"What was that you just injected into me," he asked truthfully wanted to know just what that contain of the inject was. There was no telling what 'insurance' to her could mean by. There was a bit of worry building inside him as to what damage the injection could cause.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 6, 2011 23:51:47 GMT -5
The question he asks causes her to smirk. Partly because of the predictability - if someone injects something into you, you want to know what it is. But also partly because Pamela is simply so pleased with herself about this particular concoction. "Plants are not my only talent - the other is poison," she says pleasantly as she removes the empty syringe from Nightwing's arm, "But don't worry; this one won't kill you... if you behave yourself."
She steps away so that she can stand in front of him, but also to be sure that she's out of pheromone range. While it's normally to her advantage to make men distracted, it's very important to her that he understands just what he's gotten himself into. "I created it myself, and I am the only one who can cure it; that's the advantage of being the best in the world at something. And while it's very effective - you will die without the antidote - it takes about a week before you'll feel any symptoms and after that you just have a few hours. Headache, dizziness - you'll know it when you feel it," she explains with a smug smirk.
"Of course, I have no intention of curing you, though I'll be happy to give you something that will hold it back for another week any time you need it. But then of course I'd need to be able to make it for you, which means I need my lab and greenhouse. And I'll also need to want to make it for you too, which means it would be rather stupid of you to do anything that would upset me," she adds, thus revealing the nature of the trap she's sprung on him. Whatever the evidence is that he has, now he's unable to act against her without risking his life. In fact, now he has to worry that someone else might discover what she's doing and get her arrested - obviously she can't be making any antidotes for him if she's in jail whether it's his fault that she's there or not. Insurance indeed!
Pursing her lips, she says, "Oh, and one last detail - it has a failsafe. Meaning that any attempt to cure it by any other method than mine is more likely to kill you immediately - I don't advise trying. Any questions?" One more nail in the coffin, so to speak. And now Nightwing knows exactly who he's dealing with.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 11, 2011 22:55:59 GMT -5
Dick stayed quiet as he listened to her. He should have known there were more to these plants than just protecting and working on them. She wasn't just trying to create some new formula, she was working on poisons! That was something he should have thought of. But normally when it came to plants, not many people jumped right to thinking of the poisonous types. Nightwing was really starting to regret that he hadn't taken the time to see just what types of plants she did have in that place. And at this point, he was just regretting coming there that night.
Sure, he had gotten what he needed to do his lab work. But now he was leaving with more than just that. This woman was almost black emailing him. Not in the usually way. She was using his life as a threat if he turned her in. So, now he was in a bigger jamb than he had probably every been in a while. Right at that point, he had rather have a gun held to his head. At least in a situation like that, he could find away out.
There was no chance of getting out of this without the woman before him. She was basically telling him, he only had a week to live if he didn't obey her. Dick was backed into a corner, there was nothing he could really do at this point, but to negotiate. She had won. She had secured every part of this plan. There was no way to get around it.
"Yeah, one," he started. He figured he better hold back on any of his thoughts that he could comment back at this time. She had his life in her hands now. "How about a negotiation?" He really was at a loss at this point. What else could he do? She had him trapped in vines and have injected poison into his system. "Alright, I get it. I have the evidence to bring you down, and you have my life on the line, literally. Would you be willing to negotiate on something to be able to get the cure?" He cringed at his own words. He couldn't believe he was going to try and make a deal with her. But if he could get the cure some way, at least it would mean not having to have any run ins of any type with her like this. He could only hope she'd be willing to do some kind of trade for a cure rather than just the stuff to hold it off. He was willing to put it out there now and see if she had anything she would if he did something in return. But he wasn't all too sure he would like what terms they maybe if she was willing to.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 12, 2011 0:48:05 GMT -5
As innocent as the plants in Pamela's greenhouse look, all of them have their purpose. If they aren't mobile and protective, then their extracts are useful for poisons or pheromones. Or they have a unique trait she's studying so that she can incorporate it into other plants. Or there are some that simply please her. But then, simply wandering around studying her plants is of limited use because so many of them are hybrids found nowhere else - any plant identification guide would be useless. And there's so much variety; she never knows what she might need.
The question he asks prompts a small laugh as she replies, "Now, what reason do I have to negotiate? You have nothing I want that badly. If I simply wanted whatever you found in my lab, I'd have done something simpler. No, what I want is peace of mind, and I can only have it as long as I know you won't get in my way." She steps forward as she adds, "And I think that you fail to appreciate something: you're helpless. I can do anything I want to you. Find out who you are maybe..."
And perhaps alarmingly at that moment she reaches for his face, but instead of making a grab for the mask she only cups his cheek in her hand as she leans to bring his face close to hers. "Or I could simply kill you now," she adds in a quiet murmur as if she was whispering sweet nothings to a lover, "You'd be number seven..." But then her hand moves from his cheek and she starts to gently touch the vines that bind him, walking a small circle around him so that she can reach all of them. Like their predecessor, they respond to her touch by releasing their hold, but they also have the added feature of unwrapping themselves and returning to their positions on the walls of the greenhouse without further interaction - ready to be used again.
"But I'm in the mood to be nice," she remarks as she touches the last one and comes to stand once again directly in front of him and giving him only a few inches of personal space, "Consider yourself lucky to leave here with such a small price to pay." Clearly the woman has no fear of him now, feeling free to remain so close even after the last vine withdraws. And he expects to be able to pay what her ability to do so is worth to her? Ridiculous!
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
Registered On: Nov 13, 2010 18:14:54 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 1,416
~ Relationship Status: Dating
~ Partner: Kory Anders
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jun 16, 2011 10:37:57 GMT -5
Dick was really starting to wish he hadn't come there in the first place. Sure he had gotten what he had come for, but for a price. A price he wasn't ready to pay. Not in the way she had gone about injecting it into him. So, now it was almost like a curse and he would have to keep coming back for help from her. And now what ever he did, he needed to try and make sure she didn't get herself in trouble. Which, meant he couldn't turn her in either. She now seemed to have a bit of protection from him now.
Without her and the formulas to hold it off, Dick wasn't willing to take that risk. But now he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't just let her continue to go against the law and he couldn't let her get arrested. She had really set it up for him to be in a jamb now.
As she spoke and started towards him, he tensed up as she started to reach for his mask. The vines seem to get tighter as he wanted to pull away from her reach. But instead her hand had gone for the side of his cheek to pull him in, as if to try and kiss him. What does she mean number seven? He understood that meant, but how? Was there something else about this woman he should start to watch out for now that he was going to have to be around every once in a while.
He remained silent through out the whole thing. The plants had gotten tighter as he had tried to get away from her reach. He had on;y relaxed for a second as she let go and the plants had taken the chance to tight on that now freed up tension. It was getting harder to breathe, but then he watched as she walked about him, touching the vines. And they began to untangle themselves from around him. The moved so quickly and back to where they had come from. As he was freed he tried to catch his breath as now there was nothing to be crushing him.
He could see that she had came back to her position standing before him. She knew she had won this time around. Dick stood up as he was finally freed from those vines. This wasn't over. He'd find away to get the cure. Some how, some day. But he was going to have to play it on her terms if he wanted to live. He ignored her tone. Though he knew she could have done worse to him, after see some of the stuff she had around. "Guess this means just dropping by on your time schedule," he asked referring to when he would have to come by for the formula to hold off the poison in his system.
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