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joan_of_barkUnmakings took time.
She knew that. Had always known that. Poison Ivy had spent weeks feeding spores into the systems that supplied a place just like this, not even a year ago, letting them spread into the bodies and bones of those inside. Letting them pull together, however unwittingly, into a colony, into something she could mold.
Unmake.
(But then there had been a young blonde woman on the floor, so achingly resembling--)
(Why... why do you want to hurt me?)
But she had made Janet a promise, of sorts. To be a monster, but only to those who deserved it. Not to the little ants running around inside that hulking cage of metal and acrid smoke, with their little lives that harmed little in the space of all things. To embrace some humanity (sentimentality), for once.
(She knew herself better than that. Knew that it wasn't about the promise to Janet, but the promise to herself, to grow, to rise, to genuinely improve what could be improved, instead of lashing out.)
So out in the marshes, she waited. An access pass sat snugly within a pocket on her overalls, stolen from some poor sap in a bar who couldn't believe his luck. (He was alive, too.) Should she wait for that dark-haired woman with her dangerous hands?
Probably not. She always worked best alone, and the vegetation here stood tall, vulnerable to deadly fingers. So Ivy righted herself, and let the vegetation move with her as she walked the last half-mile into the belly of the beast.
Not an unmaking, but a precision strike.
It was a place to start.
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She knew that. Had always known that. Poison Ivy had spent weeks feeding spores into the systems that supplied a place just like this, not even a year ago, letting them spread into the bodies and bones of those inside. Letting them pull together, however unwittingly, into a colony, into something she could mold.
Unmake.
(But then there had been a young blonde woman on the floor, so achingly resembling--)
(Why... why do you want to hurt me?)
But she had made Janet a promise, of sorts. To be a monster, but only to those who deserved it. Not to the little ants running around inside that hulking cage of metal and acrid smoke, with their little lives that harmed little in the space of all things. To embrace some humanity (sentimentality), for once.
(She knew herself better than that. Knew that it wasn't about the promise to Janet, but the promise to herself, to grow, to rise, to genuinely improve what could be improved, instead of lashing out.)
So out in the marshes, she waited. An access pass sat snugly within a pocket on her overalls, stolen from some poor sap in a bar who couldn't believe his luck. (He was alive, too.) Should she wait for that dark-haired woman with her dangerous hands?
Probably not. She always worked best alone, and the vegetation here stood tall, vulnerable to deadly fingers. So Ivy righted herself, and let the vegetation move with her as she walked the last half-mile into the belly of the beast.
Not an unmaking, but a precision strike.
It was a place to start.
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Date: 2024-10-26 06:19 pm (UTC)He tossed a charged card over Ivy’s shoulder, down the stairs, hoping the explosion would discourage more security from coming after them.
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Date: 2024-10-26 06:23 pm (UTC)Though at least that explosion blew the other guard against the wall, knocking him out completely. Ivy grunted, shoving the female guard in front of her aside.
She charged down the stairs, pulling the fungus back into her, clearing it from her skin - she'd be faster that way, less noticable.
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Date: 2024-10-26 06:42 pm (UTC)Also the flashlight would do okay as a blunt instrument, in a pinch.
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Date: 2024-10-26 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 06:55 pm (UTC)There were definitely more voices yelling in the background, but they seemed far away, for now. So Ivy was just going to keep racing down those stairs, now. Following her own pheromone trail in the dark.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 07:08 pm (UTC)Further down the stairs. Second floor. Almost there.
The voices seemed to be above them, at least.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:14 pm (UTC)So that was also a no.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 07:25 pm (UTC)First floor. Ivy careened into the corridor leading towards the service entrance. Hoping that the lights at the far end were just emergency lights, and not more security guards.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:32 pm (UTC)With one last glance up the stairwell, just to make sure no one else was about to leap into their midst. But no, all seemed clear on that end.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 07:38 pm (UTC)And while she nearly hit the door in her effort to get out, she managed to stop long enough to swipe it.
The door opened.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:44 pm (UTC)Blowing it up after they were through, obviously, but she was a but busy trying to do that to complete the thought.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:47 pm (UTC)The ‘boom’ wasn’t too big. It certainly wouldn’t give the three of them any trouble.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:49 pm (UTC)Let's call it 'fall shut'.
"Good," she panted. "Now we should--"
Whatever she wanted to say was buried by the noise of a large fungal creature slamming into her, carrying her halfway across the asphalt.
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Date: 2024-10-26 07:58 pm (UTC)There was more instinct than thought involved in Octavia starting after Ivy and the....
Okay, she had no idea what that was.
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Date: 2024-10-26 08:19 pm (UTC)He also dashed after Ivy and the . . . thing.
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Date: 2024-10-26 08:21 pm (UTC)She shoved the fungal creature up, off her, her arms already elongating, talons stretching out.
"Go," was the last thing she managed to ground out, before hauling the creature off into the underbrush with her.
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Date: 2024-10-26 08:30 pm (UTC)She pulled her outstretched hand back. (Another instinct. Guess they'd wait yet some more to find out what her trouble did to fungi.) Looked over at Remy.
"Well, you heard her."
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Date: 2024-10-26 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 08:51 pm (UTC)And then took off, making sure to keep to the asphalt.