Death's Maiden

Independent roleplay blog for Nyssa Raatko, Ra's al Ghul's "other" daughter. Immortal. Master Alchemist. Ra's al Ghul the Second. Comicsverse, but Nolanverse plot available on left for any Nolanverse RPers who don't want to multiverse. CURRENTLY ON HIATUS

[onlytalia]

I believe congratulations are in order.

Yes, sister. I suppose they are.

[nyssaraatko]

And not to the Detective. What a pleasant surprise. 

[nyssaraatko]

Oh, sister.

[nyssaraatko]

aspecificskillset replied to your post: aspecificskillset said: /CLINGS /Gettin’ clingy...

hi bb

/hey girl hey

[nyssaraatko]

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[nyssaraatko]

aspecificskillset said: /CLINGS

/Gettin' clingy with al Ghuls is never a wise idea. 

[nyssaraatko]

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[phe-nomenal]

Zac Posen Pre-Fall 2013 rtw

[maia-saura]

Cass, didn’t anyone ever tell you gargoyles were for brooding?

(Robin #119)

[jayb3]

She’s the King of the World….(headcanon says Cass just saw Titanic).

[nyssaraatko]

The One Who Is All may do as she wishes. 

[nyssaraatko]

((OOC: I will *probably* be around on this account this evening (early evening for US people and will work on revamping Nyssa some. I've really missed her and other roleplayers, and now that my article has been sent off to the editors, I think it no longer poses an ethical dilemma if I engage in the community from time to time.))

[nyssaraatko]

((OOC: As I sloooowly begin resurrecting Nyssa, I once again feel pride in how utterly uncreative my URL is.))

[moneystcroix]

GO TO YOUR ROOM/WING SUITE!

[nyssaraatko]

NO. I’m almost 300 goddamn years old, you can’t ground me.

[moneystcroix]

Have you gone deaf during your absence? Does your pit no longer rejuvenate?

I have commanded you to an act, so you shall follow.

[nyssaraatko]

…and this is why I stabbed you.

[moneystcroix]

Be gone.

[nyssaraatko]

I'm not Ubu. That doesn't work with me. 

[moneystcroix]

GO TO YOUR ROOM/WING SUITE!

[nyssaraatko]

NO. I’m almost 300 goddamn years old, you can’t ground me. 

[moneystcroix]

Have you gone deaf during your absence? Does your pit no longer rejuvenate?

I have commanded you to an act, so you shall follow.

[nyssaraatko]

...and this is why I stabbed you. 

[nyssaraatko]

[moneystcroix]

GO TO YOUR ROOM/WING SUITE!

[nyssaraatko]

NO. I'm almost 300 goddamn years old, you can't ground me. 

[nyssaraatko]

.

[nyssaraatko]

OOC: A new post! Gasp!

I miss this account. I miss RPing as Nyssa, and I miss interacting with so many awesome people. My hiatus has been for two reasons: 

As some of you know, I've been writing an article on DC fandom practices for a few months now. One practice included in my study has been roleplay. Therefore, I've thought it best to recuse myself from roleplay until the study is over. I've also been working a couple of jobs to support myself while I do my PhD, so my free time has been severely limited. 

At the moment, I do plan to return to Nyssa in the future. 

[heretofulfilladestiny-deactivat]

"There was no stopping her," he replied, almost listlessly. He had debated this very point with himself over and over since Miranda Tate was born, had spent countless nights trying to figure out what he could've done differently. How could he protect her if she didn't want to be protected?

"You know how stubborn she is," he continued. "I tried to convince her otherwise, but it became her...obsession. She wouldn't listen to me."

But would she listen to her sister? His heart skipped a beat hopefully. Perhaps Nyssa could knock some sense into her...

He knew that was just wishful thinking, though. He pictured Talia's face, her fierce dark eyes. Trying to convince her to change her mind about anything always made her that much more passionate about it.

"Had you spoken with her before?" he asked. "Before she decided on this? On Miranda?"

[nyssaraatko]

"Her decision had nothing to do with me." 

She'd spoken too curtly. Had she just made it obvious that Talia's mind was as veiled to her as it was to everyone else? In many ways, their family ties were weak. Their experiences in childhood had been similar, but in that common ground had been sown the seeds of bitterness. Often it went unspoken, and even their father hadn't liked to acknowledge it, but it was always there between them, just below the surface. 

"If my sister had an advisor, Bane, it would most certainly be you. There's nothing I could tell you about her that you haven't already learned." She paused, studying his masked face, wondering if she would interpret him any differently if the mask weren't hiding half of it. 

"You're worried about her. But it's more than that, I think. And it isn't only 'Miranda Tate' that concerns you." She knew she was treading on dangerous ground with him, but the sadistic part of her, the part that could never resist fingering an open wound, pressed on. "I think you would have that same concern in your voice no matter what my sister does."