Ever since I woke up the last time, there's been something wrong. Not like the first time I was resurrected, it didn't hurt. It wasn't like something that shouldn't be inside of me. There's been this feeling like something is missing.
[Ivy's voice is level, but fast and fierce.]
Now I've finally figured out what the fuck it was. That bitch took it—either her, or the other one.
There's shit I just can't remember, like the last part of my memory is full of holes, but I couldn't even figure that out until I knew what I was trying to remember in the first place.
[The growl wasn't meant to come across the psychic connection, but it did and Jordana clamped down on it immediately. She needed to stay balanced and--
Oh good. Ivy wasn't going to force her to be a Philodox as she'd already considered that there was more than one possible thief about.]
That's terrible. I... [Had gotten into it with Balthiel about removing painful memories without permission. This wasn't that thought.]
I recall the man that could "hear" the spirits in the trees and it was about a random mundane event in their lives. [Like a memory.] Those trees don't come from the Wyrm-Spider.
[Which didn't absolve her, but the evidence was stronger that it was the Wyrm-Void that was responsible.]
When I get my hands on them, I'm going to rip them into pieces and use them as compost.
[Her temper won't calm down, and it's not doing anything good to the plants around her, wherever she chose to find a little solitude, turning them sharp and hungry.
Luckily she did get away from the settlement proper before she started poking at that wound.
It's not doing great for her zadza, either.]
Whichever one of them did it, they're going to pay for this.
[There's a note of fear behind the anger, but like a lot of it is just straight rage. Whoever did this, they took something from her. They did it without her permission. They took something important, and she doesn't think it's an accident.]
We should check in with the others. I know I wasn't the only one feeling it. Dana, at least.
[Jordana forced herself to keep her voice steady. She was afraid of what memories had been stripped from Scully. It upset her that neither redhead was the kind of woman to ask for or even admit that they needed a hug.
Did the Garou want to find Ivy and endanger herself to give her the hug she probably needed? She had thick hide but thorns still hurt.]
[That kind of question reminded her of Harley. What Ivy could remember of her. Shit. Jordana and Ivy's friend (more than friend) were so different in most ways, but there were some striking similarities.
Probably came from the psychology side of things.
Ivy rubs her eyes.]
I'm not sure yet. It's not exactly fair to tell you to keep me from doing anything stupid.
If that's what you need, then that's what I'll do. I have some gifts I can pull out to temporarily halt a force of nature if I must - monster or woman, but I'm not worried about that.
[Ivy’s feelings were valid. What was important was what she did with them, and if she had the self-awareness to know she may not direct them constructively, there was no shame in asking for help.]
Shall I come find you? I can bivouac through the brambles, carnivorous plants, and strangle vibes. It'll be like being back in Pangea.
[Ivy's first instinct is to say no. If she can't be violent about this, then she'd rather be alone. She wants to curl up in a bud (absolutely fucking literally) and not come out until she's been able to push all of her emotions down out of sight.
But that's not healthy.
And she doesn't actually want to be alone, without even the full access to the Green that should have been there to comfort her.
That last part is more compelling than the healthy bit.]
[Ivy isn't hard to find, and the jungle in her immediate surroundings grows especially wild. Starting around twenty or twenty five meters from the metahuman, it turns into a thick, protective living fortress of sorts, banyan trees and strangling vines turning it not quite impassible, but absolutely unwelcoming.
Inside the wall, things turn softer, with giant flowers and ferns creating a haven inside the thorns.
Ivy herself is sitting curled up in a nest of leaves, her knees hugged to her chest.]
[By the time Jordana made it throb to the center of the foliage, she had some thorns caught in her fur that failed to pierce through her hide anymore than superficial scratches that barely drew blood except for the thorn that had gotten her in the nose. The Garou had decided against clawing her way through the greenery, resisted cutting anything, and just muscled through.
Her ears and tail drooped seeing Ivy and she dropped from crinos to lupus for a careful approach. It wasn't until she crept up to the leaf nest that she stopped and waited a moment before shifting back to homid.
Jordana then just sat down next to Ivy. She didn't touch her even though all it would take was a slight lean over. She also didn't say anything. Her presence was more important than her words.]
[Ivy doesn't respond immediately, but she does notice the Garou's approach. As wired as she is, mind blurred with the plant life around her, she couldn't have missed the approach. She shouldn't be doing this. Her powers can exhaust her, and especially with autumn coming and the amount of work she's been doing on the settlement, she's burning into her reserves with this tantrum.
She needs to, though. If she doesn't, then she's going to either pick a fight or let her monster out.
Or both.
But after a moment, she sighs and leans closer.]
I can't believe she's just gone. [That's hyperbole, but it feels like it.] I didn't even realize what was gone, what, two months?
[With Ivy seeking the closeness, Jordana felt it was okay to put her hand lightly on Ivy’s back. It opened the Garou's shoulder should the other woman wish to be hugged.]
But you knew something was wrong. Even if your mind couldn't put recognize it, your heart did.
Unfortunately, RMT is a discredited psychotherapy. I don't know any techniques to recover lost memories.
[They were also supernaturally repressed not naturally so. Jordana wasn't willing to say they'd been erased or removed as much as the pathway to them was gone. But if that was the case...]
May I attempt to purify you with one of my Gifts? It works on both people and spirits... it might help if it's just a spiritual blockage. At the very least, it won't hurt.
[The offer stirs Ivy enough to lift her head and consider it, at least. The scientist in her is skeptical, wants to ask questions. The part of her that's spiritually connected to nature and has seen Jordana turn into a wolf is more willing to say fuck it.
What else does she have to lose?]
All right. I don't know what a spiritual blockage looks like, but... why not?
[Jordana put her other hand over Ivy’s heart and waited one more moment before tapping into her connection to Gaia and sparking the Flames of Hestia.
Bright white fire ignited about both of the Garou's hands but nothing caught ablaze, nothing hurt as the essence of Gaia burned away any impurities. Normally this gift would heal the effects of poison too but in Ivy poison was not an impurity. It might help lessen the effects of overextended powers, but mostly it felt like slipping into a nice, relaxing, hot bath.
And then it was over; the flames gone and Jordana withdrew her touch. The warmth lingered for a while. Unfortunately, it didn't restore Ivy’s missing memories.]
[Ivy's poison can't be neutralized anymore than a foxglove could be—she's living, and the toxins are a part of her. The feel of the fire is pleasant, like a quick warm shower and it does feel as though it eases a tension in her that's been there since she was first resurrected.
But it doesn't do anything a couple of edibles and a deep tissue massage wouldn't have.
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as the flames fade away.]
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[Ivy's voice is level, but fast and fierce.]
Now I've finally figured out what the fuck it was. That bitch took it—either her, or the other one.
There's shit I just can't remember, like the last part of my memory is full of holes, but I couldn't even figure that out until I knew what I was trying to remember in the first place.
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Oh good. Ivy wasn't going to force her to be a Philodox as she'd already considered that there was more than one possible thief about.]
That's terrible. I... [Had gotten into it with Balthiel about removing painful memories without permission. This wasn't that thought.]
I recall the man that could "hear" the spirits in the trees and it was about a random mundane event in their lives. [Like a memory.] Those trees don't come from the Wyrm-Spider.
[Which didn't absolve her, but the evidence was stronger that it was the Wyrm-Void that was responsible.]
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[Her temper won't calm down, and it's not doing anything good to the plants around her, wherever she chose to find a little solitude, turning them sharp and hungry.
Luckily she did get away from the settlement proper before she started poking at that wound.
It's not doing great for her zadza, either.]
Whichever one of them did it, they're going to pay for this.
[There's a note of fear behind the anger, but like a lot of it is just straight rage. Whoever did this, they took something from her. They did it without her permission. They took something important, and she doesn't think it's an accident.]
We should check in with the others. I know I wasn't the only one feeling it. Dana, at least.
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[Jordana forced herself to keep her voice steady. She was afraid of what memories had been stripped from Scully. It upset her that neither redhead was the kind of woman to ask for or even admit that they needed a hug.
Did the Garou want to find Ivy and endanger herself to give her the hug she probably needed? She had thick hide but thorns still hurt.]
What can I do for you?
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Probably came from the psychology side of things.
Ivy rubs her eyes.]
I'm not sure yet. It's not exactly fair to tell you to keep me from doing anything stupid.
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[Ivy’s feelings were valid. What was important was what she did with them, and if she had the self-awareness to know she may not direct them constructively, there was no shame in asking for help.]
Shall I come find you? I can bivouac through the brambles, carnivorous plants, and strangle vibes. It'll be like being back in Pangea.
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But that's not healthy.
And she doesn't actually want to be alone, without even the full access to the Green that should have been there to comfort her.
That last part is more compelling than the healthy bit.]
Yeah. I'll try to tone it down.
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[Tuning Pulse of the Prey into Ivy, Jordana rode her way. She wouldn't drive all the way just to make sure the bike didn't get damaged.]
I'll be there soon enough.
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[Ivy isn't hard to find, and the jungle in her immediate surroundings grows especially wild. Starting around twenty or twenty five meters from the metahuman, it turns into a thick, protective living fortress of sorts, banyan trees and strangling vines turning it not quite impassible, but absolutely unwelcoming.
Inside the wall, things turn softer, with giant flowers and ferns creating a haven inside the thorns.
Ivy herself is sitting curled up in a nest of leaves, her knees hugged to her chest.]
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Her ears and tail drooped seeing Ivy and she dropped from crinos to lupus for a careful approach. It wasn't until she crept up to the leaf nest that she stopped and waited a moment before shifting back to homid.
Jordana then just sat down next to Ivy. She didn't touch her even though all it would take was a slight lean over. She also didn't say anything. Her presence was more important than her words.]
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She needs to, though. If she doesn't, then she's going to either pick a fight or let her monster out.
Or both.
But after a moment, she sighs and leans closer.]
I can't believe she's just gone. [That's hyperbole, but it feels like it.] I didn't even realize what was gone, what, two months?
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But you knew something was wrong. Even if your mind couldn't put recognize it, your heart did.
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[She doesn't go for the hug, but she does slump a little closer and the leaves around them open slightly, slowly, taking a less defensive position.]
It's fucked up.
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It is. [She ducked her head down a little to catch Ivy’s eyes.] But you know now.
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It feels like now that I've figured it out, everything should come back. Like you solved the puzzle, yay. Here's your own fucking memories as a prize.
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[They were also supernaturally repressed not naturally so. Jordana wasn't willing to say they'd been erased or removed as much as the pathway to them was gone. But if that was the case...]
May I attempt to purify you with one of my Gifts? It works on both people and spirits... it might help if it's just a spiritual blockage. At the very least, it won't hurt.
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What else does she have to lose?]
All right. I don't know what a spiritual blockage looks like, but... why not?
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[Jordana moved her hand from Ivy’s back to rest at the base of her skull.]
There's fire involved but not the kind that will hurt you. You're not of the Wyrm. The gift is called the Flames of Hestia.
Just keep your eyes on mine and breathe. It'll only last a few seconds, and I've been told the sensation is surprisingly nice. Alright?
[She wasn't going to use the gift until she got a final okay.]
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Like Jordana said: it couldn't hurt.]
All right.
[She levels her eyes on the Garou's and tries to relax.]
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Bright white fire ignited about both of the Garou's hands but nothing caught ablaze, nothing hurt as the essence of Gaia burned away any impurities. Normally this gift would heal the effects of poison too but in Ivy poison was not an impurity. It might help lessen the effects of overextended powers, but mostly it felt like slipping into a nice, relaxing, hot bath.
And then it was over; the flames gone and Jordana withdrew her touch. The warmth lingered for a while. Unfortunately, it didn't restore Ivy’s missing memories.]
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But it doesn't do anything a couple of edibles and a deep tissue massage wouldn't have.
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as the flames fade away.]
No joy.
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I had to try. Thank you for letting me.
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But...
Sorry. Looks like I'm still fucked up.
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Would you like a hug?
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She nods.]
Yeah, I could use one.
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