WHO: Ivy, Dion, anyone else feeling like snooping in an abandoned warehouse in southgate/south central LA. WHERE: uh, southgate/south central LA. No place you'd want to be during the day, let alone during an eternal night. WHEN: Afternoon? Time's kinda lost its meaning with the sun gone. WHAT: Ivy is plotting her return and general smackdown RATED: TBA
After her embarassing parade in the street, Ivy raided any hardware store she could find. She stole cars. Stole batteries. Stole lab equipment. Stole everything she could get her hands on to create her new laboratory. She had tried to live a peaceful live in nature. She tried to stay away from a life of crime, but nature would not allow it. She built her lab, fixed with wide-spectrum lights allowing for just enough photosynthesis for her to not feel the cold creeping pain of death from her flora-self.
In her lab were her typical rows upon rows of sprouts; some thriving, some dead, some thrashing about violently and some suspiciously exploding into dust. Next: centrifuges, computers- everything she had swore off was back and whirring in haste for the next round of results. Her newest addition, however, were cages. She now had rows of cages filled with vampires collected from the streets. They screeched and howled as she took their samples, injected them with serums, and otherwise tortured them with test plants.
She was creating a plant that could survive the dark. She was going to fight fire with fire. She herself could thrive without the sun for a few days before being forced to return to her lab, but her plants could not. She needed a new arsenal.