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Poison Ivy

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[greenpower]

[At first, Ivy intends to ignore Callar's message. She'd like to ignore Cellar's message. She has every reason too, she's sure.

But sitting on it silently leaves her feeling... antsy.

It's the memory of fighting along side her. The fake memory, but it still feels real. As much as she'd like to forget it or dismiss it, she remembers Cellar working with her, trying to save a patch of forest from being consumed.

It's not a memory of friendship, but it's enough that she feels like she owes Cellar... something.]

It's fine. Like... I'm not going to forgive you for it, but whatever. We're fine.

[Very normal way to communicate.

Then:]

Are you still working for her?

[longlegs]

[ Hearing her now is a mix of relief and, since eloquence fails her, shit shit shit. ]

Okay.

[ She's not disappointed when she never dreamed of being forgiven. Still deciding if this is better than what she'd predicted, which was a towering wall of nothing. ]

I have no clue. I don't know what I'm supposed to do either way, I'm just. Waiting to figure out what the fuck this is all about anymore.

You're leaving, right?

[greenpower]

That's the plan. Find somewhere in the jungle and peace the fuck out.

[longlegs]

That sounds pretty badass, not gonna lie. Can you still, uh, use your powers okay?

[ They'll be pretty damn useful out there, she imagines. ]

[greenpower]

Better than sticking around here.

[With absolute conviction.]

I still have my connection to the Green. It's not easily severed.

[longlegs]

Yeah, probably.

I'm glad. Hope you guys make it, out there.

[greenpower]

Me too.

[Because Ivy isn't sure what she'll do if they can't make this work. This place... it's not something she can stomach anymore.]

[longlegs]

And if you run into another fire creature, you know who to call.

[ That was a dream, cellar. ]

[greenpower]

[It still feels real, doesn't it. And it does feed that tiny bit of respect.]

I might. Maybe then we'll be square.

[longlegs]

[ She doesn't believe she will ever manage, but it's a nice thought. ]

I'll do my very best.

Good luck, Ivy. With everything.