Death by Flower

[Feathers]

Welcome to Ivy’s Garden, a florist store. Owned by Pamela Lillian Isley. A lovely store which sold every variety of plants and flowers. Big and small. In all range and colours, known to mankind. Tame and even exotic ones. If anyone, were to step into the store. They would have thought or believe they had stepped into a mini jungle, with plants and flower located at every corner of the store.

But behind that homey and beautiful flower shop. Lies a frightening secret.

Pamela, the store owners, hums to a tune stuck in her head. Humming as she waters her little darlings with love and care. Hearing the door chime. She turns to greet her customer with a lovely smile.

“Welcome to Ivy’s Garden, where we have every flowers for every occasion. How can I help you?” She asked

It was an older gentlemen in his late 40’s. An elder gentlemen with a secretive personality. A big hint, showed with the way he dress. With his dark trench coat and his hat. Masked his face with a dark sunglasses. A secretive presence pretty common in her store.

“I like to make an order…”

The strange turns to a corner, where the greetings cards was located. He started to browser through them. His old hands stopped to one of black ones. Picking up a few and present it to Pamela, who stood behind the counter.

“Oh….” Pamela smiles. Hiding her amusement behind it. “What kind of order?” She asked. Trying to get a peek of the older mysterious gentlemen.
“A ‘special kind order’ for some old acquaintance of mine…”

He turns to looks at several pens. Lay beside them and he reach out for one of it. Stopping this time to an odd looking pen. Make out from bark, vines and leaves. A very odd looking pen indeed. He then took it and try to write a name down on the first black card. But it seems to run out of ink.

“I’m sorry. Should you try to use another pen instead?”
“That fine. I know how this works…”

He puts a finger in front of them. Using the pen to prick his finger, to draw blood and becomes its ink. He then started to write down several names on each of the card. “Here are the names. I like to present each one of them a very….very special gift…” Slipping her now a piece of paper with generous amount written on it. The kind with plenty of zero’s on it.
“I deliver it with love….” Her lips curl

[Feathers]

First Victim: Arthur Long

“There you go…”

Kimber Fowl smiles as she was watering a plant in her room. It was an exotic looking plant, with big lovely orange colors petals. Examining it further. She wonders what kind of plant it was. Curios. She Google online and fail to find its type of species, which rather odd.A day before, her grandfather has receive it from a florist by an unknown sender. Without a second thought, he threw in the trash. Finding the exotic plant. Ugly! Feeling sorry for it. She decided to take it instead.

Unaware, her act of kindness with be repay with…death.

Music started to fill in her bedroom, as she started to play Au Clair de la Lune, with violin. She decided she wanted to try and master the violin, a month ago. A way she wanted to feel close to her decease parents in talent and musical choice. It was harder then she thought, beside the jaw pain and neck strain. As she stopped to stretch her neck, something caught her eyes in her table dresser mirror. It was her new plant. It just rooted itself and standing behind her. Scary thing was, it started to sprout spikes and launch at her. By quick instinct, she turn to face and used her violin as a shield herself from its spike attack….without a second thought.

Horrified.

“HEY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS VIOLIN COST ME?! IT’S THOUSANDS DOLLAR VIOLIN!”

She snapped at it. Forgetting it was just a plant. Pausing for a moment for ‘Great, I’m talking to a plant’ moment.

Failing in its spike attack. It’s started to bloom its flower bud. Kimber has no idea how it was doing it. It could be releasing some none color, odorless chemical. Causing her to feel light headed and dizzy, to point she was close off passing out. Brushing her hand across her silver charm bracelet. Changing into a knife. She approach the dangerous plant and kill it, by slicing it into two. She started to cough when it unleash a gas after its demise. It smelled so bad. The gas stink up the whole room. She had to kick open the window to get some air and defuse it. Almost suffocate her to death in its powerful knock out odor.

As it finally succeeded it task and die. The clock was now ticking down for Kimber Fowl death. Kimber started to feel weaker suddenly. She tries to reach for her Titans communicate on her dresser. Ringing the first person she could think of.

"Kaie"

OCC: Here are the Side-effect of the poison.

[*] No side-effects for 24 hrs.
[*] Your will start to get weaker and weaker by the hour (after poison injects). Till the condition worse and
you fall into a comatose state
[*] A day later, you start to fall sick and worse, as your body starts slowly shuts down.
[*] Your blood vine starts to turn green, starting where the poison was injected. Also, after the poison inject.
[*] Any body with a healing factor has the process slowed down by a factor 3.

P.S: You guys can be creative how get poison. And how the plant attack you? Its smart and its only goal is to prick you. So enjoy!

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Second Victim: Daniel Cole
Annette's left hand rested by her side encased in the black metal that was her signature weapon. The girl stood in the middle of the room observing the damage to her apartment. The sofa was in ruin, along with the coffee table, floor, dinning room table. The stupid plant had even destroyed the kitchen. The vines that ripped through her future were now drying up and dying away.

The teenage stepped over shards of glass from the coffee table wood from the destroyed floors. As she approached the flower pot on end table her hand twitched clinking. The exotic plant was quickly dropping it brilliant orange petals as it died away. Her muscles twitched followed by the sound of the clay pot shattering. Annette took a special satisfaction as the plant seemed to wither in pain as it dried up and died.

The teleporter's satisfaction faded away as she rushed over to dinning room where she had deposited her mother and father before turning on the demonic plant. Carefully she checked their pulses, they were fine, but they were waking up. Cat felt a panic creeping into the back of her mind, she was positive that had gotten to them in time. The teenage's mind flashed back to when she had walked into the living room. It was one of the rare days where both her parents were free. The sun had been filtering in from the picture windows, her mom had been napping on the couch and her dad reading the newpaper. At least that what it looked like till she had taken note of the plant. It seemed to have taken notice of her too,as it had attacked her.

The heiress stood up her face contorted into a frown as she pulled out her cellphone and texted 9-1-1. Her mind was racing, someone was going to pay dearly. Cat didn't consider herself a partially violent person; sure when the situation called for it she could handle it, but by no means was she homicide. The cold furry filled her as she glanced at her text, the police and ambulance were on their way, and at her parents as they lay on the floor. Cat clenched her fist, someone was going bleed for this. Absolutely no one messes with her family.

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Third Victim: Elodie MacKelter

"Elodie, are you working out again?" Moria MacKelter questioned as she watched her niece do pull ups, wondering if she will ever be as she once was. She had read a few books and had questioned a few experts, and had been informed that it was just a coping mechanism. And while Moria could understand that, she couldn't help but miss her niece.

"Whats up?" Elodie finally asked as she dropped to the ground, grabbing a towel to wipe away the sweat that was on her. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, stray curls framing her face, while she was dressed in, naturally, exercise clothing. Black workout pants and a blue-violet sports top. Slim black work out shoes. "You got a package. Well, a plant." Moria said, placing the ugly little plant on Elodie's workout bench. Both of their reactions to the plant were identical, eyes narrowing while their nose wrinkled.

"Ugh, who sent it?" Elodie questioned, wanting to know who would send her such a fugly plant. She had never been much for plants, for she wasn't really a patient girl. Waiting for something to grow? No thank you. "Unknown." Moria replied simply, before looking at her watch. "And I need to head to the office now. Take care and," She paused, looking at her niece. "Don't spend all day in here. Go out and try to have some fun. Invite some friends over even, I don't mind. You're far to serious for a girl your age. You need to have some fun." Moria said, sighing as Elodie grunted at her, not even looking at her.

Elodie waited a few minutes until she was sure Moria was gone before heading over to spar with some training bots she had created. Sure, they were still slow as hell and weren't the best in helping her train, it did feel good to beat the snot out of something at least.

It was then that she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, and Elodie turned around just in time to see the fugly plant grow spikes and launched at her. I hate plants, Elodie thought as electric arcs shot off of her as she shot electricity from her hand at it.

After the fight Elodie raised her top to cover her mouth and nose as it released a gas after she had defeated it. She had electrocuted the snot out of it, though it had left its mark on her. It had managed to wrap itself around her right arm, the spikes digging in, leaving her with a bloody arm and a scratched up neck.

Elodie knew that she had to work quickly, running as fast as she could out of the room and running back in with a trash bag. She shoved the defeated plant in there, before running out of the room again, careful to shut the door properly. She needed whatever it was the plant released into the air to stay there until she could get the canister. She hurried to the garage, refusing to allow herself to rest whenever she started feeling light headed. She needed samples now. She was quick to find her canister, though getting it up to her exercise room took quite a bit of time. She felt herself becoming weaker and weaker, and was mentally cursing herself by the time she got back into the room.

She allowed herself some rest as she started the Canister to collect the air in the room, to collect that data of the gas that the plant had released. The pump was pulling the odorless chemical in the air into it and by the time it was filed with compressed air, Elodie had started to sway a bit. I need to get this to...I need to stay awake. I can't let myself get weak... Elodie thought, eyeing her water bottle grimly before grabbing it and poured it over her. Elodie let out a gasp of pain as her electrical abilities reacted to the water, electrocuting her. And while it had hurt her and possibly weakened her, at least she was now wide awake.

"Okay, you can do this El." Elodie said to herself, shaking herself out before picking up the canister and the trash bag and taking it to her car. She also grabbed a light jacket, nearly screaming as the fabric touched her bloodied arm. Fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck! She thought as she finally started to drive, looking grim.

It was at a red light that Elodie jumped with alarm, quickly getting out her phone and calling someone. Someone who might be in danger as well. "Dick, its me, Elodie. Don't ask how I got your number. Stay away from orange plants. If you get an anonymous orange plant, destroy it. Flame thrower it. Don't let it get you. Its evil. It already got me and already I can feel it doing something..." Elodie's voice trailed off, though her voice returned to her as someone nearly ran into her car and she started to curse them out. It was then that she realized that her phone was still leaving a message and, while muttering another curse, hung up. Hopefully he would get the message before it was too late. Right now Elodie was just struggling just to drive.

Now, if Elodie had been able to escape the plant without being scratched or harmed, she would of stayed at home and analyzed it to figure out what it was and what it did. Then she would of tracked down whoever sent it and destroyed them. Fortunately for them, it had gotten her and injected her with whatever it was that was flowing through her system, which meant that there only a few people she could go to. Brother Blood was away, and she wasn't going to go to a hospital because doctors would be completely stumped on what was going on and would freak out when she short circuited their equipment. No, who she was going to she was going to reluctantly, and only because they were her only hope.

Which is how she found herself at Titans Tower, dragging the canister and the trash bag with the plant behind her. Her blood was starting to show through her jacket, staining it from the inside out. She kept an arch of electricity around her, to protect her from any defenses that may shoot at her. Eventually she got to the door and banged against it, finding the stupid button to make contact on the inside. Boy, they'll be surprised to see her, especially since she looked as though she had just been in a fight. Which, actually, was the truth. "Hello, Titan idiots." Elodie started off saying, though realizedthat that perhaps wasn't the best way to start things off. "I know that neither of us like each other, but recent events have forced me to come here to ask you Titans for something," The look on her face was painful, as though what she was going to say next was physically hurting her. "I need your help."

Yep, she was dying alright.

[Gaunt]

"Kimber? Kim, whas goin on?" This was bad. Kimber had sounded weak when she called, and then she just stopped. Something was very wrong, maybe some super attack or assassination attempt. Or maybe some alien virus thing. All possibilities, considering the company they kept. Whatever it was, Kaie didn't have time to figure it out. Kimber was in trouble, and she had to save the day. She bolted out the door, sending a message to emergency services as she ran. Paramedics would be on their way.

Kaie didn't run very often. It wasn't really safe for her to do so. With her size and strength, she could easily smash through pedestrians and cars alike. The giantess had to take back streets to avoid trampling anyone. Kaie really hoped that the time she was saving by running made up for all that, she didn't want to take any longer than she had to.

By the time Kaie arrived, the ambulance was already there. Two paramedics were at the door, and some sort of conversation was going on. Kaie slowed down, panting a bit from the run. Even with all the training she'd been doing, she wasn't used to distance dashes like that. The giantess went over to investigate, hoping to get to the bottom of all this.

[Kenni]

Fourth (unexpected) victim: Speedy.

He'd been keeping tabs on Cheshire's whereabouts ever since they'd had their rooftop meeting a while back, in case she had a renewed interest in being easy to find.

Or...trying to, at least.
Maybe when he'd left to clean up and meet Lang at the Thai place for lunch, he should've gotten Cheshire's phone number first. Pffftch.

Being not!Robin, his tracking skills weren't actually that great, not to mention he was dealing with an experienced assassin type.

Needless to say, the going had been tough.

He'd been a lot more dependable keeping after animals as a child, but had long since fallen out of practice with this sort of thing.
And trailing a human being with the reflexes of a cat, speed of a viper and intelligence of the mostly-hairless, highest order animal, was far above the difficulty your average deer-hunt provided.

At the moment, a very dead-end weary Speedy was returning home from another failed track-down attempt.

"...--!!"

Until there she was in all her strawberry-blonde glory (or fall from it), right before his path to the Tower's secret entrance, trying to complete a phonecall.
Was anyone even home from shift-duty at this time?

He rushed to her side, holding up MacKelter's head like they were in some dramatic soap-opera, and without making any stupid remarks about their situation set about seeing if she was alright.

"What's going on?! You look like death, Elodie..!"
She'd be Sparky again once her spark had seemed to return to her drained face.

Just then, he was introduced to her attacker.

"OW!! The heck was.."
A straggler-sprig of the plant had decided it wasn't quite time to die yet, and he almost dropped the girl in his arms at the unexpected prick to his elbow. Something small, spriggy and planty withered and laid itself to rest soonafter, the wind wisping it off into the salty ocean where it was finally neutralized.

Speedy's 24-hours had begun.

[Silv]

Victim Five: Dick Grayson

It was difficult leading double lives. Sometimes they would bleed into each other in the most uncomfortable of ways. Today he was both Robin and Dick Grayson. He had told the team he was going out for a bit. They usually didn't question it. If anyone was known for randomly vanishing and popping up later it was their leader. This made his duel identities slightly easier.

He might have left the tower as Robin, but he entered the apartment in downtown Jump as Dick Grayson. The young billionare's ward picked up the mail that had been in the mailbox waiting for him. It was a stack of letters, thicker then he was expecting, and a thicker envelope that was probably even more papers. The Boy Wonder then made his way to the door. Sitting in front of it was a potted plant. He gave it a curious glance, opening the door before picking it up and bringing it inside with him. There was a note that said it was indeed addressed to Dick Grayson.

RIIIIIIIP. Dick tore open the first of the letters as he tried to puzzle out the mystery of why anybody would send him a plant. What was a teenage boy even supposed to do with a plant? He opened half the stack of mail. Most of it was junk, though there was a single letter from Alfred that he read through a couple of times with a smile. The boy wandered away from the couch, leaving his phone on the coffee table with the letters, as he went to get a glass of water from the fridge.

He was getting ice from the dispenser and didn't hear the vibrating of his phone over the noise. When he came back to the couch he found that someone had called and left a message. Robin frowned at the unknown number and called his voice mail. His eyes widened as he listened to it, Elodie's voice was the last thing he had expected, and an orange flower…

Dick turned around to glare at the pot on the table, but it was gone.

The boy backed away warily, his blue eyes scanning the apartment for any sign of the hostile plant. He didn't know where it had gone, but he knew he had to be careful with it, and contain it. This turned out to be easier said then done. It had turned out what while he was preoccupied the plant had grown along the ceiling. Large orange blooms hung heavy from the ceiling and leered down at the boy who wasn't searching up. Well, he hadn't been looking up until he saw the stem creeping upwards along the wall.

That was when the flowers opened and the room was encased in a strong smelling gas. Dick coughed, trying to cover his nose, but it was too late. The boy grabbed his phone off the table, took a quick photo of the obscure plant, and a sample trying to get as much evidence as possible before he stumbled choking out of the room. He needed to change and make it back to the tower as quickly as he could. Twenty four hours weren't much time.

It didn't take long for Robin to make it back to the tower. He parked the R-Cycle and headed straight for the laboratory. The boy pulled out his communicator as he did so. "Titans, be informed there is a dangerous plant on the loose.I am uploading an image to the mainframe. If you see this plant try to contain it, but do not engage. We are working on an antidote now." he didn't mention that was literally now, as he stepped into the lab. "If anyone has come into contact with the plant, bring them to the tower immediately." They weren't a hospital, but they'd have to do the best they could.

Ooc:
I promised Feathers I would post in here. >.> So I uhhh. I did.
Ya'll can decide if you wanna continue or not. I'll stop necromancing things now.