Summary:A new firebrand decides to challenge Ivy for her territory. It doesn't go well. Especially for Piotr's clothes. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It is always a thing when someone gets powers for the first time. It can change a life. Or in the case of someone that already was pretty rotten - makes them more so. Arriving at the edge of the green space that Pamela Ivy takes care of (and dangerously close to the baby Krakoa that she is caretaking for), there's a blonde-haired boy. He couldn't be more than 18 or 19 years old, and as he is standing at the edge of green, he considers it. "So, this is her turf, huh?" he asks, looking at one of the other boys with him. The gang-banger gives a nod, and the blonde gives a snort. "Let's see if we can get her attention, then!"
With that, he strains and suddenly his body comes alight in flame, as he takes a first step, into the grass, singing and scorching it, as his shoes - lit in flame, set on the ground. "Yo, plant babe! You ar-r-r-ouund~?" he sing-songs. And he sends a burst of flame into a nearby pruned brush, just in case.
Pamela was, in point of fact, minding her business reading and having a spot of tea on this fine Saturday evening… when she felt the empathic pain of one of her darlings being lit on fire. Her eyes narrowed immediately at that, and she moves towards the edge of the grotto where the fiery cretin is lurking.
Narrowing her eyes, she quickly commands the vines to entangle not the one on fire, but the others not so blessed with newfound powers. The vines slither out, seeking to entangle and bind up the other boys as her voice echoes out, "Now, now… I'm afraid you're trespassing on government property."
The blonde boy looks out, and as the vines creep out, he arches his arms, creating a wall of fire to try to ignite the vines before they can get to the others - he apparently doesn't care if they get a little burned in the process - as the screams from them for a moment prove as they struggle against the vines, and the blonde looks the redheaded woman over. "Psht. Government property?" he looks her up and down. "A fine lady like yourself, being all proper and stuff? I heard you were a bad piece of ass back in the day."
"But then I heard you got soft. And this is like.. your old lady retired pension. And that the government is paying you good to keep up this little piece of heaven." he looks around, and then back to the woman, as he increases the heat and steps deeper into the grass. "See, me? I'm not no lackey of the man. I'm Hotstreak. And those boys? That's my five alarm crew. And this here? This is my spot now. We're expanding, you see, and we're doing.. doing…" he turns and glares at one of the boys. "What'd you call it?!"
"Imminemnt Domain?"
"Yeah. That's it. Intent to domain. So, you can run along and get me some of that sweet green that the government is giving you.. or you know, stick around, and we'll see if you're 'all green'." There's a laugh at that.
Something that few people realize about Poison Ivy, is that she actually has the name for a reason. Well, more than just controlling plants, anyway. She has access to a wide variety of toxins…
And pheremones. Which are actually filling the area around her, making her seem far more persuasive and convincing as she adds, "Ah yes, well… Hotstreak, is it? Perhaps you should cool down a bit so we can talk about this. After all, there's no need to quibble about territory, when there's so much to go around. And… well, I'm sure a big metahuman like you has… a lot, to offer, hmm?" One eyebrow arches slightly in his direction, as she doesn't bother with too much subtlety, hoping to rope in his little gang, if not the flaming hothead himself.
The problem with pheremones, and Hotstreak? Most of them are getting burned up in the air around him, and those that get through him. "Oh, I got a lot to offer. But you? You're just an overgrown weed that's withered in the twilight of her career. This is a new day, babe. And even an old lady like you has to realize it." As she tries to talk, he turns and glances towards a building. One that Pamela has been slowly having vines creep up and reclaim as part of the green space.
And he sends a blast of fire straight into it to engulf it in flames. "See, I was told burning you? Ain't gonna do much. You don't care much about yourself? But these plants? They're all yours, ain't they? Like some crazy cat lady, except with trees, right?"
His friends, they don't have the same protections as him. And tangled up in the vines, and exposed to her pheremones? They're easily caving over to her side. And under her wiles.
The flames are attracting attention, though. In a nearby area of the Disaster Zone, Piotr Rasputin was doing a little work on the side, clearing some rubble out of the way as part of a one man recovery crew. His armored body glistens in the sunlight, dressed in a pair of overalls, and wearing a hardhat - even if he doesn't really /need/ it. Seeing the smoke and flames the next block over, he frowns, and turns from his work. "Time for break." he tells himself, turning to walk in the direction of the park.
Pamela then smiles, and it's not a nice smile. It's the 'smile that would even give the Bat the everloving creeps' as she says, "Oh, well, when you put it that way…" She gestures to the others, "Get out of here, you won't like what's about to happen, darlings."
Then, that's when rocks start flying at Hotstreak. Rather large rocks, as massive vines are hurtling chunks of debris and other fire-resistant projectiles directly at the villain as she says, "I'm afraid, dear boy, you're going to have to understand something. The candle that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. And you are just due to be snuffed out."
They don't need to be told twice! The others with Hotstreak? They take off running - as if they needed Pamela's power of persuasion to do so. As they are running, Hotstreak growls. "Buncha cowards, afraid of a /weed/." he says before the first rock comes flying in. When it slams into the ground near him, the blonde snorts. "That the best you got?" Nope, there's more coming. "Yeah! Let's rumble, babe!" Wait, he was /wanting/ this?
As the rocks come flying in, he starts using spouts of fire and blasts to try to push the rocks away, and dodging others that come in - he's quick. Bloody quick. "Need glasses?" he asks her in a taunt as he turns his flames to strike at some of the larger vines, looking to singe them and cause them to shrivel up.
While there is the fight between the two meta-humans, the new, large metallic one is arriving on the scene as well. "Boishe moi." he growls as he notices the building engulfed, just in time to see Pamela as she is commanding her vines to fling rocks. There is a momentary look of confusion as the large Russian has not seen Hotstreak yet. "What are you doing?" he asks her as he is moving to the building to try to find some way to fight the fire.
Ivy glances sideways at the big metal man, "Trying to keep this idiot from burning down this entire area to compensate for being a very small boy." She continues the rock barrage, though it is hard to concentrate too much, but she does seem to be herding the little miscreant away from the grotto… and also away from Krakoa. Because while she's annoyed at this arsonist, she's not so much that she wants to kill him.
Yet. Anyway.
Some people get /paid/ to be in areas inside the disaster zone. Either for cleanup or demolishing unsafe buildings, or the like. Some people don't have a choice, as it's the low point for them, and buildings that are still standing are better than a tent in a public park or lying on a street corner.
Some people, on the other hand, are the sort who are looking for a quiet place to not be found while they consider their next actions, after being put in a foul mood by the end of their last plan.
And when the building they're in starts shaking and pieces of the already damaged ceiling start bouncing off their head as they're trying to sleep, it does not improve their move. The ground shaking with the rocks hitting, and the distant screams and rumbles, are enough to draw attention.
The building collapsing on her with a rumble as strained walls finally give way /really/ does not improve matters.
A moment later there's a flash of white light and a *THOOOM* as a blast of solar energy sends pieces of concrete scattering down the black from what's left of an old apartment building, before a shimmering figure rises into the air, her eyes blazing, before she shoots towards the source of the trouble.
Hotstreak does not realize he's being herded by Pamela, of course. He's too busy leering at the woman and mocking her as he moves from her rocks and tries to burn more of the vines. "I was told you were some big bad threat to the Bat back in the day? That's what I get for listening to fairy tales, huh? You're just some old biddy that's too old to go down to the clubs." He snorts. "That's okay, I'm sure someone deperate enough will want to party with you anyway.
The flame-head didn't notice the shiny metal mutant, he's too focused on Pamela. And probably hiding the fact that he's leering at her - not very well.
That noise, however, gets Piotr's attention, and he's turning his attention towards where the building is collapsing - and a look at Pamela that asks it all.
'That you?'
Ivy shakes her head, "Nothing to do with me, but since you're metal anyway… would you mind getting a hold of this guy? I'm a bit… limited, thanks to the fact that he's on fire." She does, however, know where there's a water reservoir nearby, which is just exactly where she's herding him. Assuming, of course, that an annoyed metahuman doesn't knock his lights out first.
Ivy looks rather unimpressed at Hotstreak's taunts, though she does bother to comment back, "Let me guess, your ID says 'McLovin' on it, right? That's your secret identity? You sad and confused little boy." The amount of derision she pours into that descriptor might almost be a superpower by itself.
The flare of white becomes a meteor streaking towards the area, descending rapidly before pulling up shortly, leaving a positively annoyed looking woman. She's dressed in what look like an outfit made of bandages that looks high tech, with a white breastplate with a sun on the front that looks even more high tech. Her hair is long, but wild, rather than well-combed, and a white gem is pulsing in the center of her forehead, above a pair of light blue eyes and orange tanned skin. "What is the happenings here?" Whitestar says, reaching up to ruffle her hair to get some of the cement bits out of it as she eyes the trio, then the burning plants.
This focuses her attention immediately on Hotstreak. "Another Flaming Man. I do not /like/ flaming men."
As Piotr is asked to help by Pamela, the mutant raises a brow. He was just about to respond to her, when Hotstreak notices him. "What, your boyfriend came out to protect you?" He growls, turning his attention on Piotr. "Wonder what your melting point is!" he calls out as he turns his flames on Colossus and starts to heat up his metal, burning the clothes from the man easily - at least the flames are hiding anything uncouth - thanks strategic placement of shadow and flame!
Though the large Russian's frame starts to glow as Hotstreak tries to heat him, the large Russian stepping towards him with a growl of frustration. "You are making me /uncomfortable/." That's putting it mildly.
And then there's another one! Hotstreak backs up a little and snarls. "Calling in your lackies? Can't handle me by yourslef, you overgrown —" He's close enough to the reservior where he probably won't get a chance to finish that statement.
Ivy grins at Whitestar, "Oh, don't worry, he's going to cool down in a minute." And that's when she notices he's in position.
Suddenly, a group of vines surge upwards around him, breaking the foundation of the concrete and asphalt that Hotstreak is standing on, causing him to plummet into the local water reservoir with a *SPLASH*
Poison Ivy snorts once, then looks at Whitestar, "Now, let's see if the little child has any fight left in him… if so, feel free to, oh, microwave him or something if you like." She saunters towards the edge of the reservoir, seeing how well this worked after all.
"I do not microwave. I can probably throw him to the bay from here though." Whitestar says after a moment, looking slightly molified by the teen ganger taking a header into the water, though she eyes Piotr who is…well, red hot. Perhaps in more ways than one depending if his clothing just went up in that little flamethrower manuver. "…this is your territory?" she says to Ivy after a moment.
The collapse of the concrete beneath the man catches him off-guard. He hasn't had the chance yet to learn to superheat the air to /fly/, still in the infancy of his powers, and there's a Wilhelm scream as he falls into the water and is doused as he splashes down. Soon enough, there are the cries of 'Help!' coming from the reservior. Someone can flame..
..but can't swim.
Piotr is still slightly aglow, his metal frame still cooling down from the flame bath. He would probably go to human form, but right now, that would be a bad idea.
"One of you will get him." he states. It is rather matter of fact, like he expects one of them to you know.. 'rescue' Hotstreak.
Sigh. Heroes.
But there is the sounds of the approaching fire department in the distance.
Ivy isn't diving in herself, as that's why she has vines. One of which curls around Hotstreak very tightly, to the point of probably breaking a rib or two as it hauls him out none-too-gently from the exposed water reservoir to be dragged as a wet sodding mess before Pamela.
"Now, whelp. You've destroyed federal property and endangered lives, so I look forward to you going to jail for a very long time. Though, if the government is generous, you might work for the Thunderbolts. You could make a proper minion someday." With that, she places a finger on the top of his forehead, passing along enough paralysis toxin to keep him nice and helpless for at least an hour.
That dealt with, she glances over towards Whitestar, "Mine… well, sortof, I'm more of what you could say the custodian. I've been repairing the ecological damage here. Despite the efforts of idiots like this one."
Whitestar snorts at the idea of going to get the boy, but luckily Ivy is a bit nicer about it, the Tamaranean settling to the ground as she glances over towards the approaching sirens, her brow furrowing slightly. "…it is the pigs?" she says uncertainly, looking between Piotr and Ivy. Not entirely up on which siren is which, exactly. Also on why pigs are apparently armed and enforce the law here, but people keep saying they do. It's very confusing.
The fire fighters arrive soon after. The police? They seem to be a little slower on the take. However, one of the firemen at least takes pity on Piotr and gives him a fireman's coat to cover up with. It's barely enough, if he ties it around his waist. "There are no pigs here." he says to Whitestar with a lift of his brow. "I remember you from somewhere. Her I know." he points to Pamela. "She had run in at park." he nods his head as the firefighters are wokring to put out the flaming building, but Piotr is keeping his eye on the teen.
That is currently not doing much of anything, thanks to Pam's Bad Touch (tm). "Police will be here soon. Probably SHIELD. Take him into custody. Meta-Threat."
Pamela nods tiredly, "Indeed. All I wanted to do was enjoy a bit of tea but no, some idiot manifests powers and decides to burn down my grotto, or try to." She frowns a bit, then sighs and shakes her head, "Ingrates. But yes, SHIELD will take him in, for certain." She looks over at Whitestar, "I'm Ivy, by the way." She leaves out most of the rest, since it doesn't seem terribly relevant at the moment.
"….Rava." Whitestar totally DOES leave out the rest, because mostly it's relevant if the police and/or SHIELD are about to be showing up to arrest formerly flaming guy. "The boy who was flaming but who is now wet was foolish to challenge you, if he did not have more powerful." she says absently, an ear cocked for the sounds of any incoming aircraft or additional sirens. She frowns faintly at Piotr. "SHIELD will be coming here? This place seems like no one come shere, unless they must."
SHIELD's arrival is more by plain black SUV. As a pair of suits get out, one of them glances towards Pamela and the prisoner. "We'll take it from here, Miss Isely." comes the curt response of the agent, as another is looking towards Piotr. "Your partner will be looking for you." The large Russian grunts. "I will be home when I am ready." he responds, and then looks to the two women. "You are alright." More a statement of fact than a question as he turns to leave, the seven and half foot steel golem moving to leave the area.
Ivy looks a bit cross at the SHIELD agents, "That's Doctor Isley, thank you. I didn't spend two years working on a botanical thesis at Evil University to be called 'miss' thank you very much." Which definitely distracts the agents as… well, let's be honest, Hotstreak's jibes aside?
Poison Ivy can be very distracting.
Evil University? That's a thing? Piotr's thoughts will be on that as he heads off and the SHIELD agents are left to try to put away a hotheaded teen and apologizing to Ivy because well, you know - she has that affect on guys! Whitestar will totally be able to sneak off because Pamela has them pretty distracted.