009 || Voice

[chlorophylliac]

[Backdated about 1-2 days, to her release from Zero.]

[Private to T'Pol]

Where.  Are.  My.  Plants.

[Private to Prefect]

Meet me on deck.  I need you to let me into the Enclosure.

[Private to Erik, immediately after speaking to Prefect]

Where are you?

[OOC: TW - discussion of rape and torture.]

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Private

[buywithme]

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[It takes Ivy about ten, and he's already there, for which she's -- grateful. She's on her feet and maintaining a strong pace, but she looks pale and leached, and she's wearing a long green-grey tunic because it'll be a short while until she can grow her clothes back.

Even with Grayson's charity, Zero's still pretty hellish. She doesn't regret a second of it. The 'sunlight' on deck is palpable but it isn't enough, and when she sees Prefect she just gestures at him to go ahead.]

Spam

[buywithme]

[Prefect hovers for a split second, frowning at the sight of her paled skin, her drained complexion. He doesn't let himself linger on it though, if she wanted to talk about it then she would.]

There should be windows down there.

[He mumbles, distractedly, as he turns towards the wardens area. There should be windows, or they should figure out an alternative way of holding Ivy for seven days, because letting someone get physically sick as a punishment for their actions isn't right, and he is pretty much certain that he believes this for moral, non-brainwashed reasons.]

Re: Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[She doesn't respond. It's a casual cruelty she's grown used to. In the fullness of her abilities she could better alter her metabolism and the reactivity of her skin - make it easier to bear, as she had in Arkham - but she's impotent here.

Nonetheless, the CES is offering as close as she could ask to an ideal environment for her recovery - scattered trees, dappled cloud, sunlight and soft rain. She strides past Prefect, stripping off the shirt without a thought and letting the sun and water pour onto her.]

Spam

[buywithme]

[Prefect drops his eyes to the ground when she strips herself bare, and follows a few paces behind her. He takes it as given now that he won't speak again unless she asks him for something, or instructs him too. He'll just stay close enough that he's there if she wants him, and if she doesn't want him, she can tell him, and he'll just stop, and wait for her.

It doesn't occur to her that this is him doing her a favor, by now it just feels like a service that she's entitled too. That he's responsible for the provision of.]

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[The effects of the CES are immediate. Within minutes she feels a fresh rush of energy; the half-dead vines wound around her wrists surge back to life, and it doesn't take much more than a couple of stray leaves to go about recreating her outfit. She turns her face to the sun and just revels in it for a while, the warm light and cool rain on her skin. She could stay here all day; she still might.

Eventually it occurs to her that Prefect's still here with her.]

All out of lectures, are you?

Spam

[buywithme]

[Prefect glances up, a little surprised when she speaks to him. Not that there's any reason why she wouldn't. They talk enough.]

Did you want a lecture, Sister?

[He lets that hang in the air for a moment before his brain catches up with his mouth, and he glances down again, frowning and shaking his head slightly.]

I don't really know what the situation was. I wouldn't know what to say.

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[She doesn't want a lecture. But she does quite like arguments.]

You knew less still about the situation in Gotham and you saw fit to critique my methods nonetheless. [She glances back at him over her shoulder.] You people weren't told about the circumstances of my imprisonment?

Spam

[buywithme]

We were told that you tortured and killed someone. And-- Sister, no matter what they might have done, I do still believe your methods were wrong.

[His tone strengthens slightly as he says this, and there's a flash of indignation there. He's still following her though, not suggesting that her killing someone should be worthy of revoking her CES privileges.]

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[Which is interesting. And makes her wonder how hard - how far - she can push. But she knows one of these days she's going to burn up all his obedience and goodwill in one go, and she's unlikely to regret that, either.]

You were misinformed. I didn't kill him; I didn't even intend to. He did that himself.

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

My room. [The 'what's going on' is totally unspoken.]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

[Good, then the explanation can be unspoken as well. Just have two sharp taps on your door three minutes later.]

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He stands by his desk when the knock comes, glancing toward the door as it opens on its own.]

Ivy.

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

[She's not particularly surprised by that. He's made no secret of his mutation, after all, though it's a rather more elegant display than levitating a stapler. She shuts the door behind her.]

Erik.

[She puts her hands to her shoulders; the vines around her arms lace into the leaves of her bodice and start to pull it open. She's trusting she doesn't need to spell this out.]

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He cocks his head to the side just slightly, and for a second, if that, his eyes narrow, like he isn't sure if he should rebuff her or ask for a reason behind the obvious of why she's here.

But she's a grown woman, in the end, and she is beautiful. He closes the distance between them, reaches for her, and asks nothing.]

[Private]

[with_discipline]

They've been moved to the CES.

[And she was ridiculously careful and did everything she could with these POISONOUS PLANTS to keep them alive okay YOU'RE WELCOME. :|]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

How do you know if you were returning them to an appropriate environment?

[Private]

[with_discipline]

Extensive research.

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

[Yeah she believes this. YOU THREW THEM OVERBOARD OR SOMETHING DIDN'T YOU]

You should have let me replant them.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[GDI Ivy learn a little trust okay]

I thought it best to move them as soon as possible. [Also not trusting you with poisonous shit ever.]

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

[YOU FIRST.]

You thought it best not to let me handle them again.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[I DID YOU RUINED IT.]

That is correct.

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

Then perhaps next time you'd do me the small courtesy of telling me that. I'm not a child, I don't need to be protected with euphemisms.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[If she had any more experience with human children she might call Ivy a child but Vulcan kids don't pull this shit on their parents.]

I will hope instead that there is not a next time.

[Private]

[chlorophylliac]

[It's not so much childishness as the sort of adulthood that follows formative years full of emotional privation and abusive relationships. :T ]

There's a quote. 'He that lives upon hope will die fasting.'