[It's been quite some time since Ivy arrived here. Revelbrooke has grown since then, adding space and luxuries for their growing population of guests—but the new arrivals continue apace. She doesn't participate in the summoning. Why should she? It's the locals job to bring them here and to welcome them.
It's their joy to act as the messengers for the Old Ones. To prepare the world for Their power.
Perhaps to act as receptacle for that power themselves? Who better than Ivy to serve the gods—or to be one?
She comes not to participate, but to see who they bring this time, and what other signals there might before the Old Ones themselves finally reveal themselves.]
Forbidden Knowledge
[Ivy waves a hand and the trees around her raise their branches, grasping at the sheets of paper with dozens of twiggy hands. They capture several, offering them to Ivy to inspect.
She snatches the nearest impatiently.]
What the hell is this?
[Her brows draw together as she scans the page, trying to make sense of the writing. She doesn't recognize the language at a glance, but it feels like she might. Like tickles something in the back of her mind and if she just tries a little longer, maybe it will come together...]
Poison Ivy | Harley Quinn Animated Series
[It's been quite some time since Ivy arrived here. Revelbrooke has grown since then, adding space and luxuries for their growing population of guests—but the new arrivals continue apace. She doesn't participate in the summoning. Why should she? It's the locals job to bring them here and to welcome them.
It's their joy to act as the messengers for the Old Ones. To prepare the world for Their power.
Perhaps to act as receptacle for that power themselves? Who better than Ivy to serve the gods—or to be one?
She comes not to participate, but to see who they bring this time, and what other signals there might before the Old Ones themselves finally reveal themselves.]
Forbidden Knowledge
[Ivy waves a hand and the trees around her raise their branches, grasping at the sheets of paper with dozens of twiggy hands. They capture several, offering them to Ivy to inspect.
She snatches the nearest impatiently.]
What the hell is this?
[Her brows draw together as she scans the page, trying to make sense of the writing. She doesn't recognize the language at a glance, but it feels like she might. Like tickles something in the back of her mind and if she just tries a little longer, maybe it will come together...]
Wildcard
[Or something else in the game setting!]