juniper oakland ❧ poison ivy (ex_toxicitie770) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-05-18 13:20:00 |
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Who: Juniper Oakland (but also open to any superheroes in the area!)
What: Juniper does some field tests, not very subtly.
Where: Central Park, NYC
When: Friday evening, May 18th, 2012
Warnings: Little bit of evil?
Ever since Boston, Juniper Oakland had been a woman possessed. A villain, rather, and with good reason. The Resistance had always made it perfectly clear that there was no room for feelings or attachments in their organization – something Juniper had absolutely no problem with because, quite frankly? She hated people, and she always had. People were base. People were disgusting. Worse, people were destructive. None of the individuals society as a whole sought to protect deserved that protection; instead, they trampled everything in their paths with an apathy that was truly astonishing. They killed what really needed protecting. Everything that only needed a little nurturing to blossom and make this cold, steel world a little more beautiful again.
Plants were simpler. Plants had always been simpler for Juniper. Long before she'd become Poison Ivy, there was nothing she'd rather do than stay in parents' greenhouse at home and tend to their newest acquisitions, learn everything about a species so close to extinction she could be the last person to ever touch this particular flower's petals. That had always made her angry, but she had never done much about it, simply sticking to her research until that miraculous day a few years ago. She'd been given a gift. The ultimate weapon, perfectly tailored to her needs.
With Poison Ivy came the others, however. Harley, the Joker, the Bats and the Birds – Juniper's life would have been much simpler without all of them, but without just one of them, it was... uniquely horrible. Ivy hadn't just lost her best friend when Rhiannon died, Juniper had too. She'd lost her only friend. Three months ago today. To keep from thinking about it, to keep from even admitting that it had happened, she threw herself into her work, traveling to the most exotic places she could think of so she could develop something worthy of her reincarnate. She'd done so before, at the behest of the Resistance, but this was personal. This was something she had to do.
So she did it.
Smiling beautifully at everyone who passed her by, Juniper didn't look like a terrorist. "Free flowers," she called out, a bushel of perfectly cultivated roses in her arms, "flowers for your loved ones! Show them how much you really care!" For every dirty look she got, there was someone who ignored her, or there was a romantic. One who took a rose, sometimes two or three, and thanked her politely before they were on their way. Juniper watched them as they sniffed the petals and seemed to tense before they relaxed, utterly, and continued as if nothing had happened.
Eliminating inhibitions, that was instantaneous – it was in the scent, coming straight from the bloom. Sapping the willpower, that was another thing entirely. That took longer, an hour at least, as the oil from the flower worked its way into the skin. That was more subtle, but it made whoever touched the flowers perfect candidate for mind control. The effects took a long time to wear off, too. That was what had taken her so long to perfect, but in the end, it was brilliant. Juniper was proud of herself. She wasn't grieving. She was proud.
"See, I care," she whispered to the next bushel she took into her arms, cradling it like a child. "Don't I, babies? I care so much I'm setting them free."