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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 10:42:10 GMT -5
While her Father is not a subtle man, not at all times, she can clearly hear his rant through the door, before it is opened before her. The feminine voice that answers almost makes her crack a smile. If there has never been words so better spoken about Ra's al Ghul! Yet he has lived for many a lifetime, still underestimating the female force.
Yet as her Father opens the door, Talia is not taken aback by the verdantly hued woman, or her irate father. "Forgive me, no! I am late, and ...this dress will not be coming with me. Please pardon my tardiness." Closing the door behind her she glances about the shack, as the shoddily built shed can hardly be called as such. And yet she is not one to underestimate such a building by it's trappings.
Stepping forward with a nod to her father, Talia approaches Ivy. "You wouldn't be able to help me out of this, would you? And perhaps find a more favorable home for it?" Eyeing the redhead, she seems to be of similar height to herself, yet more voluptuous in certain areas. It is to be expected, as Talia's body has been honed by years of dedicated exertion. Lifting the satchel over her head, she holds it awkwardly in her hands. She has a much better fitting change of clothing in there. One trek through the radioactive landmine is enough for such a garment she is wearing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 3:50:36 GMT -5
Stepping back against the wall to allow Talia to pass in through the tight corridor, Ra's kept a hand on the open door. The only reason that she was not the first representative of the League to visit Ivy was due to the overwhelming sense of duty that her father held towards the matter, in that he felt like he had been personally offended by her acts to the point that his presence was required to redeem the situation. But his honour would not get in the way of their victory, he that if they were to persuade Poison Ivy they would need a more tender touch than his own. A part of him wanted to watch her to do her magic, he had little doubt that she would fail in her task to turn Dr. Isley to their way of thinking. Still his presence would err the effects of her charismatic gifts, so it was best that he left them to it. "Speak to the woman, Daughter of mine. Fill her head with sense!"
When it comes to dealing with enemies Ra's was in his element, but when it came to finding friends Talia was the one with all the skill. Whenever an eminent politician required a sweet word placed in his ear to turn him back onto the straight and narrow, it was Talia who would be dispatched to see it done. Of course this doesn't mean that she lacked ability in any other area of their field of work, it was just that the League had an abundance of trained killers but few talented talkers. No doubt she would understand the pent up anger held deep within her father as she had seen lesser slights against him awarded with all manner of stomach turning evils, which should give her an idea of how important this alliance was to him if he was willing to put up with such insolence. In truth he desired to open Ivy's throat and see her venomous words gush from the wound onto her perfectly formed body but that wouldn't be practical at this time. Much like Doctor Crane she had her particular uses and as long as she remained in the useful category he wouldn't harm a hair on her head.
A light breeze flew in from beyond the open door, though the hut interior wasn't the most tropical of locales. Already they were talking about clothes, he knew that the conversation would be the death of him so without another word he quietly slid out into the night, his back to the chattering woman with the knowledge that his Daughter will do what he could not, persuade a Woman to do something for them. If Ivy agreed the League's current overt plans would be bolstered and moved into effect at a much quicker pace than originally intended. Gotham needed a motivator to accept change, perhaps Poison Ivy could be the hand which forces them.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 26, 2015 4:24:30 GMT -5
Simply observing their exchange, Poison Ivy finds herself mildly surprised when this newcomer turns to her. Not because she's being addressed, but by the nature of the request. She finds herself wordlessly eying the other woman's dress for a moment, noting their similar dimensions, aside from some specifics of their curvature. Based on that and the cut of the dress, she finds herself speculating that she'd most likely be able to pull it off even better than the woman currently wearing it. Not that she has many reasons or opportunities these days to go to an event where such a dress would be appropriate, she suspects that she could find one. And in any event, the more she looks at it the more she'd inclined to want to own it whether she'll get any use out of it or not - it's even her favorite color, after all.
"Yes, I believe that I can assist you," she answers, neatly hopping off the counter, though before she proceeds to do so her eyes drift to where the singularly arrogant man inflicted his presence upon her first is already heading out the door. And the sight of that causes her eyes to roll, a heavy sigh, and finally a shake of her head as she turns her attention back to the woman and says, "That man is your father? You have my condolences." Stepping around behind this extremely unfortunate person so that she can carefully unfasten the back of the dress for her, she adds, "I'd almost prefer mine." Which is really saying something, considering the fact that she killed the man and has hardly bothered to even think of him since.
Well acquainted with such dresses and quite skilled with her hands, it doesn't take her more than a moment to have the dress sufficiently loosened. "If you'd like some privacy, the bathroom is the first door on the left and you're welcome to it," she offers because, though she's obviously not uncomfortable about being undressed in front of others herself, she doesn't assume or insist that everyone else feels the same way. In fact, if she'd known that she'd be having company over right now she'd be dressed herself, but as they failed to make an appointment this is strictly 'come as you are' to her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 3:33:01 GMT -5
"Your hospitality and graciousness is muchly appreciated, Ivy. And it seems we can truly appreciate the irony that is my birthright." Turning over her shoulder to smile conspiratorially at the woman, she also offers the shoes to the redhead. "These, as well?" They are a fine pair, heeled, and of some brand that peculiarly has colored the soles of the shoes a vivid red. She can atest to the fact the construction is sound, but why they would go about and do that to the fine leather? She has no clue.
Glancing from where her father is, she shrugs, appreciating the offer of privacy. She, herself had been schooled young on when, and where privacy was to be utilized, and when it was not. And considering the woman who is helping to free her from such a flounce of chiffon and silk is neatly bare from such fabrics, and as green as a goddess herself, she sees no need to seek walls to hide her own figure. As she can feel the fabric that was tightly bound to her now loosened, she lets the shoulders fall from her arms, and stepping out of the fabric rather delicately, she then offers the armful of dress to Ivy. "See it is put to good use. I have other garments in here." Motioning to the leather bag that is now on the floor at her feet, she crouches, and pulling from it a thick, finely woven sweater as well as a pair of leather leggings. The second item is pulled on, first, and then the sweater over her rather delicate undergarments. Feet bare, she removes a solid pair of brief shoes, something that looks more like a dainty foot covering rather than footwear.
"It seems there is a time, and a place for each garment. Perhaps another time, of course with proper preparation and invitation, we shall be able to enjoy such finer things." Each word hangs in the air, ripe for promise of secrets offered and taken. Another slight smile, and Talia lifts the strap of her bag over her head to settle against her shoulder and thigh. She is now much more comfortable, or appears to be so, in front of both the woman, and her father. Seeking now to look at Ivy without the cumbersome fabric about her, she can see why her father would be full of ire. The woman is positively green, and not in a lyrical sense. Her hair is a rich red, and her eyes match the hue of her skin. Considering it seems the foliage infused within the shack is poised to move on her very word, no doubt the woman has keen, keen skill over botany.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 5, 2015 18:34:16 GMT -5
Looking more closely at the shoes when they're offered as well, Poison Ivy's eyes widen just slightly. Of course, shoes of a slightly wrong size for one's foot are far less forgiving than clothing and it's difficult to know if they're the right size for her at first glance. On the other hand, whether they're the right size for her or not, "I'm sure I can find them a good home." She'll simply refrain from picturing their home as being among her other shoes until she's had a chance to check them for size. Something that she feels no need to do immediately, in spite of their obvious expense - she may be extremely fond of nice clothing, but she doesn't feel that feeling to excess. She'd give it all up without a second thought for her plants if she had to.
Which is why she simply takes the shoes in hand and then the dress when they're offered, showing no excessive eagerness to find out of both or either will fit her as well as she hopes. "I shall," she replies, before simply stepping for only a few seconds into another room to set them aside until her 'guest' is gone and she can examine them more closely.
In the meantime she returns, idly leaning against the arm of her couch as she watches the other woman dress. And certainly not in in a leering manner - her expression couldn't be more platonic - instead she's simply waiting, patient but only to a degree, for this intruder to reveal whether or not she has anything to say that's worth listening to. Though given the mood that this woman's father has left her in, Poison Ivy seems completely unmoved by the implications of her words. After all, the father said that he wanted some sense talked into her, so she expects that the essential goals of the pair are the same.
And while she's open to the idea that the daughter may have something more interesting to say than the father, she's skeptical. Given just how disastrously the conversation had been going, she's already somewhat biased against whatever else might be said. Still, she's willing to listen - if she weren't, she'd not be shy in her indication of such.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2015 14:37:33 GMT -5
Letting out a sigh, she is grateful she is no longer strapped into the dress. It was one thing doing her duty in the disguise, it was another to traipse through radioactive errata and fences in the garment. If her Father has taught her anything, it's to dress appropriately for the task at hand. And that would be a very rudimentary lesson at that.
Nodding quietly she looks around the building as Ivy shifts to put the items away. Better to have them with someone who would appreciate them, natch. Clearing her throat, the strap to her satchel is replaced over her head as she settles it against her hip. In sweater and leggings or fine bespoke garments, Talia carriers herself much the same way; somewhere between attentive royal and someone who could strike at any moment. It's the training she has sustained and lived through, as well as learned from. The only downfall is she oft times over-thinks things; or moves without thinking. More intuition, as she has been raised as a finely honed tool all her life, instead of the woman she truly is.
"I apologize if they're not the correct size. I do know of a good tailor that could remedy that as well." Not quite knowing where to sit, she leans against the cabinets and counter that Ivy had been aforementioned been sitting on. Pausing, seeking for the right words to say, she looks pointedly at Ivy, before speaking again.
"I feel that I should apologize for my Father, but will not, considering his own aim in meeting with you, greatly differs from my own." Clearing her throat, Talia rolls her shoulders back, wishing this wasn't such a 'speech.'
"If anything, I am keenly aware what it's like to be under a man's thumb through the entirely of your life. It doesn't matter if your skill is better, or you are more knowledgeable, you're always chained to this...this man. My own Father has trained me, which I am grateful for, but that doesn't mean I condone his methods and behaviors." Much like tonight, she wanted to add, letting the last of her words hang in the air.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 16, 2015 18:48:45 GMT -5
"I'm sure you didn't have me in mind when they were purchased," Poison Ivy says, dismissing the apology as unnecessary. Whether or not she actually believes the words is another matter. Always one to err on the side of being suspicious (if not paranoid) though the context seems to indicate that the other woman hadn't originally intended to arrive here wearing that dress and wishing to be rid of it, she's noted to herself that it's also possible that it had all been planned out as a way for her to look upon the ensuing conversation more favorably. But she sees it as unnecessary to decide whether it was staged or not - either way the dress is irrelevant to whatever else may happen.
She also can't say whether nor to she believes that the father's agenda varies from his daughter's - but that at least is something that she can determine for herself if she pays close enough attention. Her head shifts slightly to one side as she comments, "He is not you, his faults are his." While her suspicions have been raised, she won't punish the daughter for her father's behavior. Though if the one says the same things as the other, they'll get the same answer.
Of course, the reason she so adamantly refused to even consider anything the man was saying was not due to the overall nature of what he wanted. The problem was in the fine print, so to speak. Is she against the idea of cooperating with someone whose aims are similar to hers? No. But is she against the idea of doing anything at all with anyone who treats her in such a way? Yes. To the point that he could have been offering her everything she's ever wanted and provided proof that he could actually give it to her and she still would have said no. Of course, that's partially because she believes that she can get whatever she wants herself and doesn't need to resort to dealing with such a man if she doesn't want to - her confidence in herself makes her very picky about her allies.
Then again, even if the daughter uses a different approach that doesn't guarantee anything. After all, while she's more inclined to respond more favorably to a more tactful approach, especially when offered by a woman, there's the sort of tactful woman that she's willing to work with and there's the sort of tactful woman she's not willing to work with. But she's not certain which she's talking to yet.
Considering what the other woman says next for a moment, Poison Ivy has to scoff slightly before she asks, "Then why associate with him? Just because a man is responsible for your existence and taught you things that you find useful does not mean that you're obligated to allow him to lord over you." For a moment she's reminded of her own father - who had an 'unfortunate accident' several years ago, along with her mother. She herself can't say that she knows what it's like to be under a man's thumb for one's entire life. For bits of it, yes, but those experiences were so unpleasant that she's made the standard vow of 'never again'.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 22:40:20 GMT -5
Talia nods, and she agrees. What her father has done, should not reflect on her. But it does. She is merely an extension of his will, at times, and in that circumstance, she is linked to him so tightly it matters not if she has a differing opinion, or if she doesn't. Dr. Isley's words elicit a small, polite nod from herself and nothing more at that moment. She's learned much from being the daughter of the demon, and many times, she has found she is muchly misunderstood. Even now, the slight mannerisms from the woman she is here to speak with show the inflections of mental calculations; Is she here to trick me? To play good to her father's bad? What is her prime goal? What does she want? And in those subtle clues, Talia has to give the woman credit. There is a lack of scruples she finds refreshing.
Letting a faint smile blossom on her lips, she does nod to the words of the Doctor. "Many assume that silence means agreeance. Most times at my Father's side, through my educational years, I have been as such. Silent. We share the same name, yet not always the same visions. In this case, he sits to accuse and recriminate you for doing your god-given gift. Demanding you return something that has been in my family's name for years. I can see where he comes from, why he stands to accuse you, but that does not mean I agree. I am of the sound path that if there is such a need for one object to complete an objective, that said object should be obtained at all costs. If your talents are benefited by such an item, then why should you go without?"
It's an honest statement. And while it should bother her that over the years she has been misjudged, misinterpret, misaligned by nearly everyone, save for less than a handful, she has learned through these human errs to utilize them to her own talent, so to say.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 21, 2015 21:51:13 GMT -5
"Agreeance?" Poison Ivy echoes back, as if testing the word for its soundness, after a moment the verdict is, "Perhaps not. But unless it is your goal to betray him, your associations with him support and sustain him - furthering his ends, whether you agree with them or not. I would certainly never do such a thing." And the sheer intensity of her tone at that last statement is a strong indicator of how that reflects upon her opinion of the woman she's talking to.
Moving on from that point and to the next one, she adds, "And it seems that you have a complete misunderstanding of my intentions with your father's beloved flower - I have no intention in using it for my work. It's a rare and beautiful little baby, but its talents are not what I require. It causes hallucinations, but my own creations require the mind to be clear. And it causes fear - which both stimulates the mind into a frenzy of activity and strengthens the memory - but the entire purpose of my own creations is relaxation, calmness, forgetting... They're fully incompatible. To mix them would produce unpredictable results - likely lethal. And I have plenty of lethal creations - better ones. I don't need another." She likes her poisons to be predictable, reliable, and easy to administer, thank you.
"No, though I'm attempting to advance my work all the time, that plant is not a part of it," she states calmly, "I simply don't appreciate seeing such a rare and beautiful little baby being abused, and I needed one in order to determine how to best protect it. That I should have to pay for what nature has made is not only ridiculous but offensive. And I don't care if it's been in your family's name for millennia - I will be keeping the one I have, and the rest will be left to grow as nature intended, unmolested. If not, I will do something about it. I'll kill everyone on that mountain if I have to. I'll do worse if I have to."
And the sheer calmness with which she says so is more than enough indication that she believes that she's capable of accomplishing what she's saying, in spite of the fact that she's rather aware of the scale of that. After all, though she didn't actually go inside their fortress, she knows the number and quality of the men who attempted to stop her from taking the flower. Even if they were expecting her she's confident about how it would go if she had to fight them again. Of course, if she wanted to fight them she wouldn't be giving them the opportunity to avoid it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 3:36:23 GMT -5
As the woman who envisioned herself as a goddess of the earth and all it's beautiful children; of the flora version, not humanity, Talia listened. Calmly, quietly, and contemplative as the Doctor gives her opinions on her own being. Once she has fully stated how passionate she is, not only in her work, but how far and what lengths she will to go to for such a dedication, Talia can only not understand, but inclines her head rather respectfully, as she can do nothing less than respect a woman of such strong convictions.
"I do not doubt you one iota, Ivy. Sadly, my work in Gotham has not allotted me time to study your work further, as I have not misunderstood it, but have been at fault for lack of time to deeply understand such technical machinations in botany. My own degrees are scientific, yet not as specialized as those you have sought. As it seems, please forgive my ignorance is not doing my own thoughtful research before this meeting, because it does put me at a severe lack of tact for discussion points, instead lending to irritable accusations, which could have been avoided. My error."
Clearing her throat, despite the warmth in the shed, Talia herself continues, rather enjoying the lush vegetation in the area. Gotham is a filthy, dark city, and would benefit from more greenery and less humanity. "Silence has the benefit of lending itself to neither answer. Or any answer at all. It is in human nature to want to fill voids; in more ways than one. In the heart, a multitude of things can fill such a space. In conversation, it makes another party uncomfortable, and the one will lesser resolve usually breaks silence first. In my own case, I do not seek to support, nor to betray my Father. I owe him respect in some cases, and nothing in others. And of course, I agree with you; you would never do such a thing. I am not here to ask you to further his will, despite my peculiar timing. Nor am I asking you of anything, really."
And she isn't asking of Ivy anything. Giving is much different than asking. Still an action, yet the only thing that really needs to be done on Ivy's behalf is to receive. If she so wishes. And if she does not? Well, that is not Talia's to be concerned with, either. Sometimes a gift is not taken. It does not diminish the action.
Just as calmly, the conversation is volleyed between the two women, one nearly blending into the foliage herself, the other clad in muted colors. "If I am able to support your work, in any way, please let me know. You have a grasp of knowledge coupled with a passion that very few possess. And a lack of insanity I find refreshing for this city." A slight nod, and Talia reflects a moment on just how far Ms. Isley is willing to go in her emotional adoration for her work. The woman is quite a spitfire, and wholly dedicated to her beliefs. This, this sort of love for something she can wholly understand, even if she utilizes a different word for such behavior.
"You are a protector of the rare. A champion of this planet's verdant growth and greenery. No doubt you would have slain them all, for the principle had been violated. My Father is wrong in which he seeks to hold you accountable for such a noble reason. And to be honest, I don't much care for many things that have been in my family's name, either. Sometimes a rose is just a rose. Other times it does become distorted into a myth that holds more weight in it's telling of, than what it first originated from. Either way, I seek to give you that in which you deserve, and what has been kept from you. And it seems I have saved you from soiling your hands with the deaths of a legion, as well. And no doubt time in which you would spend doing fruitful labors." A wry smile, and Talia first splays one hand, and then the other before her, as if to show Ivy that there is no harm done. Cautiously, with each shift and movement intentional, a small, solid vial is produced from the well worn leather bag at her hip.
"This is for you. For you to protect, if you so wish. If there ever was another specimen that could be of use to you, and I have the ability to procure it, please inform me." Palm open, the vial sits, for Ivy to take, or Talia to set down somewhere. There is no trick, no device for entrapment. Just a vial of seeds she has procured, as her birthright, offered as a gift.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Nov 28, 2015 23:59:31 GMT -5
As the other woman explains her lack of understanding, Poison Ivy listens to the whys and wherefores even though she doesn't really consider them to be necessary. Which she explains when the other woman is finished by a somewhat dismissive wave of her hand. "I never expect anyone else to understand what I do - it's far beyond the understanding of most. You've not offended me. Annoyed me with your assumptions, perhaps, but everyone does that," she states, though for the most part she appears to be completely uncaring - by and large it doesn't really matter to her what this person thinks of her, and it matters even less what the other woman thinks that she thinks about her. It all ultimately doesn't matter to her that much.
In fact, a great deal of what the other woman is saying to her right now is not anything she feels the need to respond to, so she doesn't. Though she firmly believes that the other woman is deluding herself if she doesn't see that she's supporting her father, Poison Ivy sees no reason to point out the flaws in the attempt to say otherwise. Though she's quick to attempt to try to talk someone out of a bad situation they can't see for themselves if she believes that attempt will be successful, there's a definite limit to the lengths that she'll go and some people are just too far gone to respond without violating those limits. These people are lost causes, and Poison Ivy doesn't see a reason to save them.
And she naturally has a great deal of difficulty in trusting such a person. True, it doesn't take very much trust at all to receive a gift - especially not one of seeds. But what about the motives behind the gift? Poison Ivy is rather quick to be suspicious, and there's plenty of fuel for that fire in this situation. "And what do you expect me to do with these? Plant them in my garden and be happy? Forget about the others still growing on the mountain?" she asks, but though there is a rhetorical edge to her question it's still a question - she's suspicious, but she's allowing the other woman to address her questions. Though of course with such questions being unanswered she doesn't reach for the vial. She's not opposed to accepting gifts, but she does appreciate understand what is meant by them first.
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Post by Talia al Ghul on Dec 12, 2015 7:14:19 GMT -5
Of course, to a Goddess, everyone would be incorrect. Nodding to Ivy, Talia can only bow her head slightly. Thankfully she had never gone to the lengths to give herself a title that lofty. People would be fearing her and trembling to the point nothing would ever get done. Titles certainly did affect the human populace in a peculiar way she did not care for.
"I was taught that once a gift is given, it is the recipient's choice to do with them as they wish. These come with no strings, expectations or taunts. You do with them as you wish. Plant them if you deem that fitting. The others still growing on the mountain will continue to flourish and hopefully remind me of better times in my own life. It is only fitting that a woman of your knowledge and specific giftings be allowed to cultivate such a specimen yourself, to whatever lengths you see fit. Sadly, my own gifts and studies in biology are greatly lacking in comparison to your knowledge." A mere shrug is given in return. A gift has purpose in being given. Instructions are not always dictated.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Dec 21, 2015 1:00:36 GMT -5
Poison Ivy doesn't exactly consider herself to be a goddess, and she's certainly never said she was. Yes, she considers herself to be more powerful and capable than any normal human on the planet, but she's too keenly aware of what she's still lacking to go so far as to proclaim herself to be on the level of a deity. Perhaps once she's mastered some of the finer points of some of her more difficult projects she'll change her mind about that, but for the moment she merely believes herself to simply be superior to everyone.
Still, as she's never been one to trouble herself for even an instant about what anyone else thinks unless they're a friend - especially if they're disagreeing with her - it's pointless to try to argue with her. She usually won't even attempt to argue back - she'll simply say a few dismissive words that indicate that the conversation is pointless and move on.
No, she tends to talk about only what she thinks is worth talking about, which is why she tries now to get the conversation back on topic - and quite overtly too. "You're evading the real issue here - what is your definition of the word 'flourishing'? That there's enough of it on hand for you to keep Crane supplied?" she asks, practically sneering out his name, "These flowers do not belong in my garden - do you assume that I don't know that they would only grow here with extreme effort? Or are you so unaware of them that you don't know that yourself? These flowers belong on that mountain. They have been on that mountain for longer than humanity has existed. And if they continue to be harvested - even one at a time - I will personally see to their safety by any means necessary. No amount of seeds will change my mind." Perhaps if they were given in a different context she would have accepted the gift graciously. Instead they were given among her attempts to explain to this woman the nature of her dispute with the father. As such they appear to be meant as some sort of a distraction, bribe, or something of that nature. And she won't be having any of that - getting anything less than exactly what she wants is not acceptable.
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Post by Talia al Ghul on Jan 7, 2016 18:08:50 GMT -5
Talia blinks at the woman, who is clearly trying to steer the conversation back to what she seems to see as 'on topic.' "I don't deal with Crane. Nor do I supply him. And for all I know, you don't even want to grow them in your garden. It's not my choice what you chose to do with the gift I have given you. Grow it, nurture it, let it sit ripe as a seed if you see fit not to plant it."
She's not out for an argument, nor as for someone to just tell her exactly what Crane has been up to with his little potions based on a plant longstanding in her family's history. If she were going to be honest with this woman; with strong claims and personal ties to Biology and nature as a whole, it honestly didn't matter what was done with the seeds. It was more the gesture, that was going unnoticed, that was tantamount. Such a pity, that a woman with such skill as she did possess, Ivy was still getting distracted by politics, and even worse; Men's politics.
"I can understand what you are saying. What I am saying is that this whole thing was bungled, to a degree, and no matter what I do will seem to sway your honest opinion. Burn the seeds if you see fit. I think, at your pleasure, I should take my leave, considering your prior conversation seemed to stir up rather deep emotion."
Shifting the bag over her shoulder slightly, her body tenses barely. If she is given leave to go, it will be an easier route to leave, than finding her way to the abode clad in a ballgown and heels.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jan 10, 2016 19:46:32 GMT -5
As the other woman speaks, at first Poison Ivy's frown is one of annoyance. This conversation seems to be a waste of time. But that should be understandable from her perspective - the only interaction she's had with this woman is this one, right on the heels of meeting her father for the first time. And the only topic of any importance that she's aware of that she could have with their organization is the flowers and other related items - such as her 'trespass' of 'their' mountain. She has absolutely no reason to suppose that this woman might want to discuss anything else - especially since the matter of the flowers is something she's obviously quite passionate about, so it's what she wants to be talking about.
So when she's finally given even the slightest indication that this woman might be here for a different reason entirely, a look of surprise and confusion passes over Poison Ivy's face, and even then she's not sure that's what was meant. Frowning in frustration about the lack of clarity in the situation, she attempts to remedy the situation by saying, "You are here to talk about the flowers, aren't you? But if so you are clearly the worst person to be discussing it with me and this conversation is pointless. If not you might have said so in the first place - I do not like uninvited guests or having my time wasted."
Once again her overall mood is one of annoyance, and though that's plenty of indication that she's skeptical that there might be anything worthy of discussion between them besides the flowers, there is also just a hint of readiness to listen - if anything else needs to be discussed, this is the opportunity to do it. This may not be good timing when it comes to Poison Ivy's mood, but on the other hand it might not be the best idea to leave her in this bad mood, as any memory of both father and daughter is likely to be negative and won't age very well.
Of course, there's the whole matter of how it isn't exactly safe to be within Poison Ivy's home while she's annoyed with you. True, she's made no indication that she's prepared to make any sort of a move, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. The mere fact that someone outside of her careful control knows where to find her is an annoyance - one that she usually resolves with homicide.
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