A POISON PARADISE

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      It didn’t matter how much she tried to ignore or how much she tried to avoid but when she saw someone looking sad, she couldn’t help but have the urge to… help.  There was a pretty lady sat on a bench, her hair was so bright, so red. Much more vibrant than her own, black, plenty of dead ends. She really should look after it more. 

   ‘  U-uumm.. Excuse me.’  Alex murmured, finally gaining the courage to go over to the female. Her right hand soon extending outwards in front of her, holding out a small origami flower. To be honest she couldn’t afford flowers but she could make something. It was in the shape of a lilly.  ‘ Pretty flower for a pretty girl? ‘ She wanted to compliment her, but it sounded like she was questioning herself instead. 

      ‘ You just looked sad, so I wanted to give you something… ‘ 

The dark-haired woman who presented Ivy with a paper lily was no doubt compassionate, if not attentive to the woes of others. Virtue, humility, and sympathy. Ivy knew the meaning behind nearly every flower, the symbolism worked even on a subconscious level. 

Offering her palm for the paper craft, she wondered if this stranger intended to say as much as the lily flower had.

Stranded in a desolate land, smoke filled her lungs and burned her deep inside. When she coughed, green blood filled her mouth and sat sticky-sweet on her tongue. It came to the point where she could not bear but to spit her blood on the ground, even if it meant further marring her surroundings. 

Poor Pamela Isley, the ambitious woman who merely wanted to help. When she glanced to her chlorophyll-packed blood, the substance has lost its green pigment. No longer was Poison Ivy a part of Miss Isley, no, Pamela was a red-blooded human again. 

But to say she was only human was not true---she was human, the enemy of Mother Nature.

Her breath caught in her throat at the realization but by reaching a hand against her neck, she saw skin of pink hue, not green.

However, before she could even begin to process this information, the sun drew her attention to the sky.. A solar eclipse was fast approaching and did not make for a beautiful phenomenon, the dark would make her weak... weak and terrified.

She fell to her knees as the sun’s last ray left her cold and alone. 

❛no... NO!❜ Her voice was quaking with emotion and despite her efforts, her volume was limited to a shrill but quiet cry.

What reason did the sun have to warm her? She did nothing to save the charred landscape that stood in front of her, just watched in horror as her garden burned to ash. A city with so little nature had none now, thanks to her. How could The Green forgive that?

With the dark surrounding and threatening to consume her, Pamela looked for a sign of life still by. Although her hair was a mess, tangled in front of her face and obscuring her vision, she found the sign she was looking for. 

A distant light bulb flickering on and off. 

She crawled and crawled towards the fluorescent light, ignoring the vinyl feeling under her knees, how it squeaked with each touch to her bare skin. The vinyl flooring mixed with an unnaturally sterile smell, too reminiscent to a hospital. And yet all that mattered to her was the single sign of life left in this world, the light still blinking on and off.

The moment she reached the weakly-lit room, her eyes widened in shock.

No longer in the open, Pamela looked around her and took in the white, padded walls and floor. She knew this room, she had been here before. Times when she saw no light for weeks, sat alone in her room, slowly but surely finding company in her own head. Days when she was called crazy, a terrorist, and a bitch on a daily basis.

❛YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!❜ she stood up and screamed, her fists pounding on the padded walls which confined her. Only after minutes of yelling, Pamela crumbled to the floor and whispered,  ❛the green still needs me... you’ll see.❜ 

{✽} Nosy was a good word to describe Sallajeth- whether or not things were her business, she liked to get into them. After all, gossip and tall tales were fun. 

“Well, you remind me of a friend of mine- he was just… plantier. And far less talkative.”

Would this woman and Oswald have gotten along? It was certainly possible- she was just a druid, but she’d rather liked the guy. He’d been fairly easy to get along with for the most part, although perhaps a bit rigidly moral. 

“You don’t look like an elf, and I wouldn’t say you quite look like any dryads I’ve met, although I can hardly say I’ve met every one in the world. Consider me curious, then.”

❛plantier? your friend must be just shy of a rose bush.❜ she chuckled and let her arms unfold, her hands therefore landing on her hips.

❛i’m no elf...❜ Curious indeed, she felt a uniquity from the woman before her. There was something different about her, not human, at the least. Ivy’s head tilted before she replied, ❛but it seems neither are you.❜

      The Hive City Police uniform Evie wore as completely altered to show off her picture perfect form. How she got her hands on one, well she imagined the police officer would be too embarrassed to tell. It was a villain’s favorite holiday after all, she had to make it authentic. Russet hues scanned the party; only to widen when she saw the familiar ginger tresses. Ones that she thought were lost long ago. Quickly Evie pushed through the other party goers and she wrapped her arms around the other scientist and gave her a joyful squeeze. “Happy Halloween Ivy! I didn’t know you were back! I missed you!” It was rare that she met someone she had so much in common with, and Ivy was one of those people. Perhaps this Halloween wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Poison Ivy stood at the edge of the party and gazed upon the crowd, her hair pulled back and a white lab coat worn over a proper set of clothing. She hadn’t cared to dress in an eccentric costume, instead hoping for a little fun with strangers. Sadly, she saw but few people she cared to speak or dance with, though a sweet and familiar voice soon signalled the coming of someone worth her attention.

❛well, well, if it isn’t an officer of the law. how embarrassing if you’re here to arrest me.❜ she chuckled at Evie’s costume and returned the young woman’s embrace with a peck to the cheek. ❛happy halloween, darling.❜

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Ivy’s favourite subject in elementary school was math, but when she grew older she found a love for horticulture in middle school and chemistry in high school. All of those subjects influenced her choice to major in botany when she attended university.

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Does she…want to be flirted with? Is that it? Women are…confusing. That’s something that won’t change in any world. 

Tipping his drink to her, he laughs and says,

“Maybe I just need one line to work. What makes you think I can’t really resist?”

❛oh?❜ Her lips puckered into a pout, eyebrows raised as she continued. ❛do you like to make a girl work for it, or is your line just a bluff?❜

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{✽} Oh, this woman was interesting! At first take, she’d wondered if she might be some sort of wood elf, but she didn’t quite look it. However, she was certainly nothing like Oswald- after all, she wasn’t just an oversized houseplant walking about. This woman appeared to be something in between, her own thing. And whatever that ‘own thing’ was, Sallajeth wanted to stick her nose into it.

“You there! Over there, with the red hair! Are you a plant?”

It was hardly abnormal for Poison Ivy to hear curious voices around her, even less so in Hive City. The people here were too nosy for their own good, or at least most of the time. On a good day, Ivy humoured them with a remark or two, usually to quell her own boredom.

Poison Ivy smirked at the overrated pick-up-line, more amused by the man’s brazenness than anything.

The Guardian Spirit stared at the woman’s face, their eyes searching her now-visible face. She was unlike anything they seen before - she definitely was something other than a tree. She had no bark and no fur except the bright streaks of reddish-orange on the top of her head.

Poison Ivy’s smile and soft voice seemed to relax them as their shoulders lowered and their ears pricked, understanding that she was addressing them now. They brought their hands together at their chest, unsure what to do with them, and their head moved to follow her face with curiosity. Now they could see her up close - her face, her hair. They were about to reach forward when they stopped as Poison Ivy offered her hand.

Ori’s eyes widen in awe at the appearance of the flower. Their mouth opens into a wide grin, letting out a noise of delighted surprise as they reach forward to cup the flower in their little hands, nose moving closer to smell it. They bounce on their feet and giggle and nod their head eagerly to her question. The Guardian Spirit quickly looks between her face and the flower with a curious gaze and a tilted head, as though asking how.

Poison Ivy chuckled at the creature’s timid demeanour, endeared by their personality in whole. She had never encountered anything quite like them.

Quirking her brows in response to their confusion, she began to explain her connection to nature.

❛i can sense it... a connection between nature and us both. i myself am bound to the green, a servant to its cause. poison ivy.❜ she smiled and let the stem of the flower disconnect from her green palm. A tilt of her hand made the flower slip down into the arms of her newfound friend.

❛the sun and the earth allow me to show you this...❜ she trailed off, wondering just how much of her words the other could understand. So far they were doing well to communicate, non-verbally still. ❛however, there’s something else i can show you---something even more beautiful.❜ 

     While her intention had been to run a hot bath and call it in after a night of patrolling, of maintaining the carefully woven threads of her WEB, her darling but feisty cat had a different idea. She could tell that he had been grown restless in the time she had been gone, so Natasha simply sighed and tugged a trench coat over her catsuit. “Are you happy now?” she grumbled half-hardheartedly, scooping him up.

     It wasn’t long into her their walk that Daryl jumped out of her arms. She wasn’t too worried — he had a mean set of claws and knew how to use them, but she picked up her pace and followed nonetheless. If she hadn’t been a spy, hadn’t trained to notice and track every little detail, the tiny ball of black fur bounding in the darkness would have been near impossible to see.

      It appeared that her cat had caught scent of someone else also out at this ungodly hour, for when she found him, it was in the presence of another woman. Red hair, green skin, and what looked like vines weaving over her body. 

       “Whoa.” The syllable was laced with as much awe as Natasha was capable of. She’d seen many things in her long life, alien-gods and mutants alike, but this woman was still a STUNNING sight. “Your demanding cat didn’t make you take him out too, did he? That’d be quite the coincidence.”

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It was not that Poison Ivy had anything against the moon and late hours, she simply preferred the sun’s charm and charity. At night she was left vulnerable, unable to draw power from sunlight and already weakened by her scientist overlords. Still, if she could trust in one thing, it would be her charisma.

As one feline soon demonstrated, even animals were drawn by her presence. She had only noticed the creature a minute before he was at her feet but he seemed content to wait as she leaned over and offered her hand to be sniffed. Just as she was about to pet the cat, however, she was interrupted by a third entity coming near.

Straightening her posture to meet the other person, Ivy lay one hand on her hip while the other twirled around her long strands of hair. A smile dangled on the corners of her lips even before she spoke.