章節 191: Return to the roots
After successful breaking and entering, because that's what real superheroes do, if we follow Bats' behavior, my beloved and I went to another warehouse, which was allocated for storing magical materials. It was still worth at least a little bit to deal with the trophies from Pinkerton's mansion, and to find a suitable basis for artifacts. Despite the fact that we now had a whole bunch of gems, I still hadn't given up on the idea of getting an independent source of them. Besides, the upcoming vacation is not an excuse to neglect my own development, so I planned to seriously focus on studying artifacting and golem building, for which I needed magic parts. Really, I'm not going to work in the mine myself, mining diamonds, am I? Although the question of programming the dummies to do the right thing was still open, since Zee and I had only touched on the subject in class, but I was sure I'd figure something out.
We spent about two hours in the second warehouse, not because we were looking for suitable materials with high susceptibility to earth mana, but because of the increased magical background around the building. We had to figure out how to remove it so that we wouldn't accidentally be robbed by some curious sorcerer. Naturally, the concentration of mystical energy was only a little higher than normal, and you can detect such an anomaly only by getting very close or possessing incredible sensitivity at the level of some hellhounds, but this thing clearly had an accumulative effect due to the fact that some materials away from a powerful magical source began to actively phonate, as if trying to fill the void, and the mana itself had a noticeable dark color, which could also attract unnecessary attention.
Actually, the solution lay on the surface: to drag the magically active materials to Shadow Peak. Some rooms of the mysterious mansion could house a dozen demons, not to mention a couple of tons of magic parts, and no one would go there because of the powerful protection, but I didn't want to take advantage of Zee's kindness again.
In the end, I decided to use the extra energy for something useful and create a buffer zone to limit the spread of demonic emanations. I used the contours of the magical alarm system as a buffer zone, clearly delineating the inside of the warehouse, and light scarecrow charms as a useful buffer. I had already built the alarm system around my house, so I managed to do it quickly enough, especially now there was no need to chisel out paths in the stone with a garden tool, and the scale was noticeably smaller, but the scare spells I created for the first time. I had already used the usual illusion of fear in the hospital, as well as used it with the Taboo spell, putting it in the form of a whole image, but here I had to translate the weave into a two-dimensional runic form, and seriously weaken it, so as not to attract attention.
The blood of the demonic spawn from the labyrinth, which had already begun to deteriorate and was not clear where to use it, was finally useful. Tindal's Hounds were demonic creatures, but they were closely related to space and had a relatively high rank, while the monsters summoned by the cult were the usual demonic fauna from the bottom of the Hell Wastes food chain. At first, I wanted to use a magic gel charged with natural mana for the runes, but then I remembered that magic is not just some mystical symbols, but also the will. Though in this case it could be called 'intent to harm'. In general, despite the fact that the school of illusions is conditionally light direction and does not have special requirements for energy, due to which I can cast various flashes, violet smoke and other insignificant trifles, as if from a machine gun, it was the illusion of fear perfectly worked on demonic mana. And, for its work was enough for one increased background, but I still additionally included in the scheme of the accumulator of diamond, which is able to give an enhanced version of the spell, if someone gets inside the room.
Having finished with the important things and filled the back of the rented van with magical junk, my beloved and I finally went home, where we planned to wait for Mouse from night duty, and finally go back to Africa.
"Strange, looks like someone is still working at this late hour," I said as I noticed a light burning in the second floor windows.
Part of the building was dedicated to the game studio where Mark used to hang out, but lately he'd been trying not to stay out past seven. Still, the house was located on the edge of an industrial zone that superheroes patrolled relatively infrequently, so it wasn't too safe for ordinary people in the evening. They won't kill you, but they might rob you and give you a couple of bruises. Although after the parademons were turned into ice sculptures, the local criminal elements began to behave much more quietly.
The front door beeped softly, announcing our arrival, and thirty seconds later there was a loud stomping sound, followed by the blue wearer, dressed in a home-made, closed spacesuit. It differed from the combat suit in the absence of armor, normal servos, and a huge cryo-bag, but it still weighed almost twelve kilograms, so it was not surprising that the failed supervillain looked tired.
"Good evening. Herr Arkham, Frau Quinzel," the man greeted us politely. - There's a visitor here to see you.
I wonder who it is, especially at this late hour?
I decided to keep the intrigue alive and didn't ask, and neither did my faithful companion, though her eyes glowed with curiosity, so we followed the scientist to the second floor in silence. We should probably think about some kind of reception room, because the whole left side of the building is our home, and we shouldn't invite outsiders there. In Victor's abode, considering that right now there are mountains of alien devices lying there and his wife in a cryocapsule, we don't need extra people either, and it's a bit chilly there. So it turns out that the only place to receive guests is the game studio, or rather its dining area with a couple of comfortable bags as chairs.
"Wow, what a bunch of people. It's been a long time," a voice full of sarcasm greeted us from the doorstep. Its beautiful, scarlet-haired owner was sitting in one of the soft armchairs with a cup of tea in her hand.
"Ivy? - I was really surprised. I thought the girl had said that after Darkseid's attack, WayneBiotech had thrown her a lot of work, so we hadn't been able to celebrate New Year's Eve properly.
"Yeah," she finished her tea in a gulp and then launched the dish right at my head.
"Hey, that's an expensive set, don't ruin it," I said indignantly, deftly intercepting the dishes and setting them on the kitchen table.
"Oh, what a mean girl you are, - the blond cutie deftly went around my figure and rushed to squeeze the defender of nature, who immediately floated, unable to resist her favorite. Well, and I'm being sworn at, or tried to kill me... Although it adds spice to our relationship, what can I say: tsundere. However, if it were not for Harley's prompt actions, I feel I would have had to run, dodging plant tentacles.
"I think I'll be going now. If you have any questions, look for me in the basement," Dr. Fryce said quietly, finally satisfied that the strange green-skinned woman was no threat to his boss.
Considering the blushing dryad, whom Harley had begun to squeeze in all sorts of interesting places on the pretext of checking for excess weight, the man had done incredibly well.
"How long are you staying with us? - I joined the hugging session, ignoring the indignant panting of the green-skinned woman, who at such moments resembled a hedgehog, which made the blonde even more amused. Really, it was my fault that Darkseid had attacked the earth, though I probably should have visited Pamela in Brazil instead of just video chatting.
"A month, two months, maybe a year. I won't be traveling long distances for a while."
"What happened? - I asked, sensing something was wrong.
Due to the alien invasion, quite a few drilling platforms and various factories were affected. Tons of dangerous chemicals have been released into the environment. After all, the dryad is one of the few specialists who can quickly eliminate the effects of the black roots growing around the Apokolips towers, so the reluctance to send the girl away on business trips on the part of Wayne Enterprises seems a bit illogical. Though she once mentioned that she's involved in developing special algae capable of recycling plastic, and it's likely that this requires a lot of experimentation in a controlled environment. What if the released plants decide that sea creatures taste much better than inorganic materials?
"I broke into Bruce Wayne's mansion. Unfortunately, I didn't see him, but his butler assured me that I wouldn't have to worry about anything else."
The girl's answer was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head. The girl's answer was like ice water poured over my head. Yeah, well, what else would you expect from a former supervillain who'd had enough of nature and was a little annoyed that she didn't see Harley and me much? Hmm, but now I can see why Alfred was so insistent on getting us to Gotham, and what kind of friend he was talking about. However, Mouse had already been invited to the sea, and she was not going to refuse. She hadn't had much time to sunbathe last time, for she'd spent most of the time unconscious while Ivy improved her body.
"I hope you didn't hurt Alfred? - The blonde asked suspiciously, stopping to squeeze her friend.
"Well... I did a little damage to the doors when I knocked... But then I repaired it," the scarlet-haired cutie said quickly, sensing the sudden change in the friendly atmosphere. - He's a hundred percent not offended, he even handed over the cake," she nodded at the cardboard box on the snack table.
"Oh, cake! - my lovely companion instantly forgot that someone there might have been offended and turned her attention to a new target.
While Harley was munching on the pastries, I began to ask the dryad about her future plans. It's clear that the girl really missed us and doesn't want to go anywhere else, at least not without the possibility of a quick return. However, even sitting in Gotham for a month, knowing that during that time it is quite realistic to reduce the damage from a couple of oil platforms or modify some chemical production, will be simply unbearable for her. Of course, we could offer her to hang out with us, but Pamela isn't really interested in punching criminal elements in the face (if they're not harmful to nature, of course), and participating in various adventures, where there's a real chance of getting hit in the head.
The upcoming vacation at the sea would hardly save the situation, at most it would delay the time when Ivy would start climbing the wall out of boredom. Besides, I wasn't going to sit in Africa all the time, creating a secret lair and a diamond mine. I had plans to continue my studies, both ordinary and magical, and to develop games together with Victor, and to visit the library of Themyscira, as well as the promised training with warriors, which Harley would surely want to visit, to admire the tanned and tanned bodies of Amazons, to learn how to manage life energy better.
"Why don't you try cleaning up Poison Acres? You could even get the mayor to give you a grant," the Madness avatar suggested, proving once again that she was just pretending to be a blonde.
By this time we had already left the dining area of the game studio and went on a tour of the building to show off the new equipment. At the same time, we introduced her to the grown-up Frankie, who had clearly recognized his creator and was now following her around wagging his tail.
"I'm not sure it's even feasible," the dryad said thoughtfully.
There was nothing strange about her doubts. Poison or Toxic Acres is an abandoned neighborhood located in mainland Gotham. Only, unlike Bristol, it is far to the south. Some smart guy has built residential buildings there and even started to erect a large shopping center, although there is a toxic waste dump nearby. Of course, such an initiative could not end well. At one point the level of pollution increased so much that it became impossible to be there without a gas mask or taking special antidotes. However, even before I got there, Joker and Harley had been hiding there from Bats for a week and obviously had no problems breathing the poisoned air.
"Ugh, it's no big deal. I know where he lives," the cutie interrupted my thoughts and pulled a slightly bent pink bat out of her pocket, demonstrating exactly how she was going to convince the head of the city of her good intentions to restore the city's ecosystem.
Considering the reinforcing runes that were even more powerful than those on my cane, it was really strong. For a moment, I even felt a little sorry for those monsters who were unlucky enough to get close to the enraged Valkyrie.
"That's not the point," Pamela dismissed the generous offer. - Wayne Biotech can pay me the grant, too. The problem is the landfill itself. I've tried using my powers there before, and I almost died.
"Actually, Harley's idea makes a lot of sense. Knowing you, you tried to cover a lot of ground at once..."
"What did you say," the girl boiled over.
"Hush, hush," I put my arms around her and began ruffling her scarlet hair, trying to ignore Frankie's grinning teeth and the sharpened stick jutting into my stomach. It wouldn't even scratch me anyway, thanks to the Stone Skin, not a bone spike reinforced by the dark magic of a powerful avatar. - I just need to be consistent: get WayneBiotech to develop an effective antidote, ban the dumping of new waste, and then start growing the forest. Oh, we could also freeze some of the waste to remove the miasmas," I remembered Victor's cryopouch.
"You could also ask Abby to help, I'm sure she wouldn't mind," the blonde suggested, feeding the flytrap a piece of meat that had come from nowhere.
"No, I'll do it myself," Ivy said flatly. - I'd had enough of her groping me the last time I'd seen her.
"But..."
At that moment, one of the wall screens beeped, announcing a visitor, and a few minutes later, a young superheroine burst into the room full of anticipation, holding a gym bag full of belongings. She clearly wanted to ask us about her encounter with the Rot, or to brag about her successful capture of the bandits, but her joyful mood was quickly replaced by bewilderment when she spotted the conservationist.
"Hi," Batgirl smiled uncertainly.
"Hi," Poison Ivy replied glumly.
There was an awkward pause.
"Hey, with such a mood you can hardly take part in a joint orgy, - in the voice of my faithful companion listened sincere indignation.
"A joint orgy..." Babs whispered quietly, not expecting such an abrupt development.
"I didn't really want to, I'm not a pervert," Ivy replied, her voice growing even darker.
"You mean you're going to refuse to let me play with your ass?! - Harley pretended to clutch her heart, staring in shock at the traitor.
"I don't like having my fingers in my ass," said the fair-haired girl indignantly. - Who would like that?!
The girl and I shifted our gazes to Batgirl, who, as if responding to her emotions, her red hair turned soft pink.
"I see," the dryad said meaningfully, following our gazes.
"And if not with your fingers, but with your tongue," the blonde suggested and showed her lengthened tongue, making Gordon's daughter blush even more. Not much more, though. - Oh, or Mr. J will just fuck you in the ass. I remember you came last time.
"It was just a physiological reaction. Anyway, if you want to have an orgy, you don't have to do it with me."
"Okay, I'll get Abby then," the blonde shrugged lightly and immediately skipped off in the direction of the mini greenhouse on the top floor.
"Uh," Ivy clearly hadn't expected Harley to find an alternative so quickly, but her slightly bitchy nature prevented her from admitting the mistake.
"If you change your mind, join me," I winked at the girl, and, picking up the squeaky young heroine in my arms, headed for the bedroom.
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