( DEMON'S FIST )

mara; 18; assassin you can't wake up this is not a DREAM you're part of a machine you are NOT a human being

[trcndsttr]

SIREN V. MARA

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   nico tries to tell himself that this isn’t like his fight with nadia.  this is a real threat.  he should be taking it seriously, should keep his mouth fucking shut and just get ready.  the last he saw mara, she was a child.  still kind of is, but he has no doubt that she’s more than capable of ending his life.  not for the first time since this hellscape began, nico kind of wished that his – costume, for lack of a better word, consisted of a little more…well, more.  

but nico’s never been good at keeping his mouth shut.  “ did you ever make the old man proud ?? ” he asks curiously, making a slow circle around the arena.  “ still live in the little brat’s shadow even after he was gone ?? ”

mara thrives in this world. gotham had twisted her mind, muddled her loyalty to the league, but none of that mattered here. there were no rules to be had, no impulses to keep in check. it was kill or be killed and mara was very good at killing. her confidence was biting, snarl lifting up her lips when she faces the league traitor. she knows of him well enough, but he looks like no threat in her eyes. she scoffs, moving her mask into place and drawing her swords where she remains still in the middle of the arena. he wants to dance around?? that’s fine. mara doesn’t mind playing with her prey for awhile anyway. 

“ i should cut your tongue off for such disrespect. what good are you if you can’t speak?? ” she extends one hand, end of the sword grasped firmly in it, “ no matter. damian has become weak since he left. i’m sure you can relate. i will gladly remind you of the power of the league. ”

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titanhera

   hera considers mara’s point for a few long seconds.  “ hm, yeah.  i guess that’s true.  but as long as it’s not a constant disappointment, right ??  like, i’m okay with the best of company disappointing me sometimes.  as long as they keep being the best most the time. ”

    mara considers hera for a moment. with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, it’s clear she’s confused by such a sentiment. failure of any sort has never been permitted. “ i cannot say i agree. disappointment where i’m from is a death sentence, most often -- as it should be. ” or so says the league. 

[driflloon]

beach drive: imaan hammam for zara ss17

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          ❝ they just keep getting younger, don’t they… ❞ john remarks to himself when he encounters the assassin, brown eyes looking past her mask, past her weapons, and the like. he can tell just from her size she can’t be any older than twenty; the magician’s heart almost breaks. ❝ are you with gotham’s favorite caped crusader, justice league, titans, or … ? ❞  

    is that pity?? mara can’t tell exactly, but she feels the sneer at her lips anyway. “ i work on behalf of the league of assassins and ra’s al ghul. ” it’s bold, rehearsed, molded into her entire being from the time she was a child. this is what she exists for; that’s simple enough to remember. “ do not look down on me. i’m no child. ”

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titanhera

   “ well, wait.  that sounds a little boring. ”  she doesn’t think when she nudges mara with her elbow.  “ i don’t want to not need anyone.  just not too many people.  i like – you know, good company or whatever. ” 

    mara eyes hera with furrowed brow as the instinctual desire to reach for her swords is quelled through sheer willpower. casual touches are not something she is accustomed to; being raised by ra’s meant being blanketed by violence. she’s uncomfortable. “ good company?? ” she repeats, lips pursed as she considers her words, “ far from boring. even the best of company is sure to disappoint your expectations eventually. ”

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titanhera

    “ you’re advocating for an extended social circle ?? ”  hm.  she’s not wrong, but hera doesn’t make friends easily.  “ fair point, ” she parrots, sighing.  honestly she’s too prideful, sometimes.  the thought of going to someone new for help is — annoying.  but better someone new than admit to her brother that she’s struggling.

    she clicks her tongue, arms crossed in front of her chest as she juts out her chin, “ not for pleasure, obviously. tolerating others is an unfortunate part of life. ” does she have any room to talk with the way she sees her own team?? likely not, but that’s why she’s so defensive. “ one day, perhaps, you won’t need anyone but yourself. ”

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titanhera

   hera has no idea if the blush she feels creeping up her neck is because she’s embarrassed herself, or because she’s embarrassed herself in front of the scary-pretty mara.  oh, god.  it’s both.  “ who’s gonna teach me?  you know many witches ?? ”

     she frowns lightly, an annoyed click of her tongue the answer to that question. “ i suppose you make a fair point. ” it’s a begrudging admittance, one mara brushes over as quick as possible anyway, “ though there’s a fair amount of magic wielders in these newcomers, so i’ve heard. perhaps it’s time you extended your social circle. ”

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titanhera

   “ i guess i don’t really understand the problem.  i didn’t hurt anybody, did i ?? ”  no one’s really taught her that responsibility with your abilities goes beyond whether someone get hurt or not.

     “ you could have. ” concern for anyone’s well-being is far from the point mara is trying to make, however. “ if you had wielded it correctly, you may have done considerable damage. is no one teaching you basic control over your abilities?? ”

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stcrmveined

   “ and why would i do that ?? ” he asks, sparing mara a glance.  already, he is less tense, now that he knows the company is not hostile.  well.  the company is very hostile, but he does not suspect the hostility will come to him any time soon. 

    the answer to his question, of course, is because he could make a scene if he wanted.  but the thought is boring, somehow.  there’s nothing to gain right now.  he spreads his hands across his thighs, charge diminished to no more than a little static.  “ don’t tell me you’re here to make trouble. ”

    “ what trouble is there to be made here?? ” she spits the last word out, face twisted in disgust as she observes the domesticity of so many people. it’s ridiculous, every last bit of it. dealing with any commotion in this park wouldn’t be trouble. it would be an unnecessary pain, over too soon.

     she wonders, briefly, what has tempted nightstorm into passing the day here, of all places, but her curiosity is short lived. mara doesn’t care what the team does in their own time. “ i was doing some work of my own nearby. considerably more engaging than whatever you’ve taken up here, but nonetheless. ” even so, she settles beside her companion and takes to glaring daggers at the more brave individuals who stare as they walk by. 

     “ more importantly -- you heard about the court’s move prior to our arrival, yes?? ”

[imaanhammamblog]

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   “ well, ”  riley turns away from the mess now,  “ that’s for the best.  i didn’t want to apologize. ”

     " if it had been mine, ” mara continues, her gaze piercing as it drifts to the other girl, “ you would not have been alive to anyway. consider us both lucky, i suppose. ” sort of - she had been growing bored just a few minutes prior. alas.

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    “ sorry, it was like this when i found it, ” riley says, nudging the broken pieces with her toe.  “ my bad. ”

    “ it wasn’t mine. ” she eyes the shards for a moment before her disinterested gaze returns elsewhere. it hadn’t been hers and whoever owned it previous had no need for it as of last night. nonetheless. 

[highbcltage-blog]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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stcrmveined

     the young man sits on the top of the brick half wall running along one side of the park.  he watches the people come and go silently, trying to get a sense for the people there.  his world has been such a small one.  frankly, gotham is overwhelming.  so is metropolis.  he can’t make heads nor tails of this place, and part of him knows he sticks out like a sore thumb. 

it takes a remarkable amount of self control to not reach for a knife, hidden in his boot, when he realizes he’s not alone.  truthfully, nightstorm would like to avoid a scene, but his adrenaline is pumping just a little.  enough to send a spark down his spine, fingers crackling with unused electricity for just a moment.

               “ it is not breaking a rule to sit here, is it ?? ” he demands, perhaps sounding a little defensive, a little angrier than the situation calls for.  parks aren’t spaces that discourage loitering, are they ??  “ or did you need something ?? ”  

     mara says nothing, though her eyes flicker briefly to his subtle display of power. he sounds on edge, but she supposes she understands that well enough. there is little that might have prepared them for the reality of such large twin cities, near overflowing with activity and people ( pawns? threats? targets? the possibilities are endless ). 

    “ preparing to make a scene?? ” she prompts, finally, as she carefully crouches down beside him, unimpressed gaze sweeping the park grounds. her words, though mostly sarcastic, hold a slight warning to them as well. trouble comes easily to them, but she is loathe to create it now instead of at their own planning. mara has always been meticulous in that way. 

[coolplantboy]

maybe i am a monster. i have sharp teeth and no conscience.  i need to draw blood just to feel something. but honey, oh, honey. did you forget? monsters aren’t born, they’re created

you never apologized //q.a (via trashelves)

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     MARA AESTHETICS +  LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS

i THINK there’s a flaw in my code

                         these voices won’t leave me alone