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[chlorophylliac]

[Hiii Barge. Ivy's in the men's showers, a couple of spots of blood on her face.

Behind her, a tangle of her vines lift Harvey Dent's bleeding, unconscious body into view. His mouth is acid-burnt - both sides - both his arms are hanging at weird angles and his fingers are all heavily bruised. The unscarred side of his face is bruised. And that's just the stuff that's visible.]

I found this beating Cassel Sharpe. Whoever it belongs to might want to come deal with it.

[She makes a sharp gesture and the vines drop him. Sorry about any major fractures that might have aggravated, Harv.]

Cassel's in the Infirmary.

[And she clicks off. All done. By the time anyone comes to scape Harvey off the floor, she'll be gone.]

Comments

private

[permutates]

Do you need help?

private

[chlorophylliac]

No, he's down for the count and then some.

Kind of you to offer, though.

private

[permutates]

I didn't mean just taking him down.

private

[chlorophylliac]

Ah. Well, the remaining mess is someone else's problem.

private

[permutates]

Then tell me if there's anything I can do.

Like, I don't know. Let you into the spa.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

Only if you're offering to give me a backrub.

[Ivy, violence really shouldn't make you flirty. But she just laughs it off and moves on.]

No, thank you. I'm fine.

Private

[permutates]

[ oh no blush blush blush ]

Yes. I mean - I would, if you want.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

[....o rly.]

Raincheck, I'm afraid. I need to speak with my Warden about all this. But I will definitely take you up on that in the future.