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@lady-shiva
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You're awesome and super fantastic and just yes. So pleased we stumbled upon each other :3
Random Starters?
Shiva needs to meet people. Though whether it's in your character's best interest to meet Shiva is a different story.
Like this for a starter. Different verses for different fandoms.
Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
As described by Selnick’s article:
Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.
While he didn’t at all underestimate the woman, he was surprised at how alert she was, quicky responding to his own quick movements, causing him to double take. He watched her pull the weapon on him, one that was visibly bigger than his, and he paid cautious attention to the woman. When it was her turn to attack him, he took a few quick steps back, a failed attempt to evade her slice. His arm bled, but he knew it was nothing deep.
Kris lunged forward again, trying to get in between her motions, but she was too quick, the clash of steel the only thing filling he air between them. The two sparred against one another, each one besting the other’s blows. It was only after he heard a cry out that Adam stopped and turned his head away from the young woman. Out from the office of his employer emerged a man, clutching the head of the man behind the desk. Kris furrowed his eyebrows. She was a distraction, he thought accusingly, throwing a look at the woman before realizing what a bad predicament he was in at that moment.
She silently cursed as her blade met his in a loud crash. He was quicker than she'd given him credit for, something that was now biting back. Each blow she threw he matched and vice versa. They seemed to be in one another's mind and only fought on, tiring each other out.
Both froze as someone cried out from the other room. Before she could make a move, a figure emerged and her eyes flashed in anger. "You..." she spat out venomously as the masked man dragged the contract before them. In one fell stroke, the assassin had slit the man's throat, blood pouring onto the carpet.
He sheathed it in a flash and before she could process his next move, he taken throwing knives in either hand and flung one at each of them. Shiva managed to turn to avoid her muscle being impaled but it sliced through her shirt and across the thick skin. It bled almost instantly and hurt like hell.
Shiva darted forward, wordlessly grabbing Kris's hand before he could protest and dragging him toward the stairs. She had no clue if Deathstroke's knife had hit him but either way he wouldn't stop at that. He would come for them both and Shiva refused to give him the satisfaction.
"Yeah and who told you that?"
"I have my people just as I'm sure you have yours. What matters is who pulls their strings...and I am one such person."
One of the things that frightened Blake most about Shiva was the persistent calm that she showed. He knew that if he wasn’t ready for a possible attack there was no chance of him avoiding or even surviving. Meanwhile she was such a finely tuned weapon that she didn’t seem to care what he did.
"It’s my son actually. Look we’re both be there to face her together. Once my kid is clear I’ll help you with her as long as that doesn’t mean I’d get in the way. Think about it, we can both be done with her forever. we have nothing to lose.”
His comment made her eyebrows raise ever so slightly. " A son? Forgive me, I was under the assumption Cheshire could only produce carbon copies of herself with that egotistical nature of hers," she spat out, venom in her words. She saw the woman as nothing more than a nuisance who wormed her way out of death in ways truly cowardice. Her antics with this man proved no different.
She had to admit, a part of her was impressed. Most would never think of coming to Shiva. Not only had he known her reputation with Cheshire, he had the testicular fortitude to come find her himself. It was obvious he knew full well she may not hesitate to rip his throat out.
"...a favor. That's my price," she finally said after a long standing silence. "At some point in the future I will call on you to help me. If you refuse when the time comes I leave your child fatherless. If you help then the debt is paid and you never have to see me again."
There was a fragmented seeds of adoration quiver within her eyes,possibly with the sight of his worn out ruggedness,the old age,"find this quiet amusing?",in a bleak tone of huskiness,he enquires and lift the glass towards her,offering the drink,a mere gesture"I never said you needed an invitation,I mentioned I didn't see one.."
He steps forward,almost steeping into the dim shade of a halogen light,and in that silence she part her lips voicing the question lurking in her..His brows arches down,face tilts up along with his features to tighten under the murk,"you already know the answer to your own question shiva..",a sigh hinted exhale distracts his words for a fraction,"and you know more than that,don't you? You know the sheer scope of deaths and loses around here..",a moment of silence,"befallen tragedies..",he mumbled,rather muttered in a pure self loathing disgust,"and that's not why you are here? Not exactly anyway.."
"Not amusing, reassuring...I had entertained the idea of your immortality more than a few times," she replied. She know she's aged too. Her own gray hairs streak her dark locks, crows feet mar the edges of her eyes. Cassandra laughs that she's shrunk a few inches which Shiva responds to by tripping her daughter up with a kendo stick. "Well I never had an invitation before and I figure it would be frivolous to ask for one now."
She shakes her head at the offer of a drink and instead waits for his answer. It hangs in the silence a moment before he steps forward; he truly looks like a man of war now. You can see each loss (good and bad) within his eyes. "I counted the seconds since he murdered my sister until I was sure he'd drawn his final breath...I only wished I could have ended that bastard's life myself...if I'm not here for him then pray tell what I am here for?"
"Don't push me away, you need me."
"I don’t need anyone," she fought, realizing how childish she sounded. Still it didn’t stop her from throwing clothes into a suitcase. Gotham held nothing for her despite the small twinge in her chest that said otherwise. "Not Bruce, not Cassandra and certainly not you.”
"Stay for the people who have grown to care for you… Nobody deserves to be alone, or live on the run. Just… stay." Tim reach out offering a hand for her to take, a small gesture nonetheless.
Shiva looked down at his hand, her gaze distant. She was seeing the outstretched fingers and yet she was also seeing so far before this moment. She was seeing blood and a body and that man's face.
"I promised her I would live like this, fight for her...staying here is selfish. If I stay I turn my back on her."
Shiva had been living for her sister for so long that she'd forgotten what it felt like to want. The people she met here, the ones that beckoned her to stay, they awoke that in her again. Still she convinced herself that it still tasted bitter, that it wasn't something she wanted because it was easier that way.
For Lady Shiva
If the suddenly appearance of the woman startled Laurel, which she did, Laurel didn’t show it. She nodded her head “Yes, ma’am, I’m looking for Lady Shiva?” she smiled at her, “Wild Cat sent me to start some training or learning, sorry been in the gym too long.”
Shiva eyed Laurel as she spoke, taking in her appearance. She was thin, appeared to be the same height as Shiva, and held herself with confidence; her back straightened another inch or two when the teacher made herself known. She had prospect, especially if the Cat had sent her. He'd stopped sending her weak ones when she sent the last one back in tears.
"You're in the right place...and never apologize. If you regret something you fix it, you don't say you're sorry. Weakness," she explained, stepping toward her and holding a hand out. "Sandra Wu-San, or as the rest call me, Lady Shiva. What's your talent?"
Poetry in motion …
"She swore revenge…"
Little Cass Cain and Momma Shiva, totally not canon.
by Craig Drake
every move | shiva & jason
He was good. Quick, smart, and not weighed down by pesky morals like the man he came from. Still Talia worried. With his 'escape' she feared him more trouble than he was worth; it was why she had sent Shiva in to make sure things went smoothly.
The woman now watched him from the shadows as he stared out over the city after another long night. He polished his gun like it was his child. Shiva shifted her weight and immediately noticed the tension in his shoulders like a frightened animal. His senses were stunning but unfortunately they had been used against her. She made no move out into the open though, standing still and hoping he would brush it off.
What she had come to learn about Jason Todd, however, was that things were rarely just brushed off when it came to him. It was one of the reasons he was back in Gotham with a lust for blood.
