Jan. 2nd, 2006 11:46 pm
shiva_wusan: (Dragon)
It comes in the usual way.

An intermediary is sent with word. This is the way it used to be done.

Nothing so crude as a challenge on a street, hurled threats in a back alley somewhere, a punch thrown on rooftop.

Folding the piece of paper, I slip out the window and despite actually having something to look back for, I still do not. The first time there has been something to look back at since Richard.

The phantom pain is pushed aside with the same amount of difficulty it has always given me. As much as those around me, those who see me would find it simpler to find me without emotion, humans are simply not so. If I were to rid myself of all emotion, I would not longer be human and the things I strive for would not longer be valid.

I strive for perfection.

One cannot be pefect in all things. This is impossible. One fascet of life maybe possibly be perfected. If one dedicates every moment possible to it.

To the untrained, watching a dancer, a skater, a diver or a gymnast, one may be struck by the beauty of a move or even a series of perfect movements. Where someone is in synch with the world. The person moving seems to have done it the best it can possibly be done. To those who have been trained, these moments come more rarely than that as they can see the imperfections but when they see these moements, they see the movements and the clarity of spirit behind them.

There are guards, of course, one of them sent up as sacrifice, to see if there is anything I give away before the fight. A chance at seeing an imperfection where there is none. I make my way through the others, leaving the sacrifice behind me, the heat already leaving his body, leeching into the floor beneath him, the air around him. Someone, somewhere will mourn his passing. I do not. I simply continue on, step by step.

The challenger is younger than I would have supposed. Cassandra's defeat of me has been telling in this manner. It is always a little bit difficult to do this with those who have promise to become more. Those who have promise to be the one I am looking for. His hair leaves his eyes in shadow as he watches me approach and I can feel the corners of my lips lift faintly in something like a smile.

There is a school of thought that nothing cam be made perfect, nothing can be perfect. The Japanese call it wabi-sabi. A concept derived from the Buddhist assertion of the first noble truth - Dukkha. That in everything there must be some imperfection. I have begun to understand this invest in myself. Watching my moves, there are no imperfections. There is nothing that can be seen in my motions that is anything other than art, anything other than beauty. Even masters have been known to watch me and weep at what they see. There is no hubris in these words. Simply truth. A perfection of movement. No, my imperfection is elsewhere.

There are few others I have known who have acheived this. The one who first comes to mind is a fighter but his grace of movement comes not then but only when his feet are no longer touching the ground. There are moments when he is breathtaking. There are others of course but this is not the focus of the matter.

Sui Jerk Jai sees the flaw but her view is not clear. Neither is the other Little Bird's view clear. My own is likely not, either. I am understand if there is anyone person who can see the imperfection but it is made manifest in the perceptions of it by those around me. I must accept this imperfection if I am to find perfection elsewhere.

The fight is a good one. It is worthy of the challenge that has been given to me. Still, it is not I who lay on the ground broken at the end of it. The final blow is the Leopard Blow, something to honor him with, something, at least, to tell his family. He fought the Destroyer and fought well. Some part of me always feels envy of the souless body that is left behind. A yearning of some sort to know what it is I bring to others, to experience it. The wish for death is not something I can explain to others. They understand it or they do not. There are so many parts involved that I can no longer seperate them all.

It is a long trip back, seeming longer than the trip there, to a city seeming even farther from the apartment where Vic is than is truly possible in physical distance. Slipping back in the window, it is a short time later, after having washed the obvious signs of death from me, that I slip back into bed and close my eyes.

It is time to send Sui Jerk Jai another letter. Perhaps it will help us both find further clarity of our imperfections.
shiva_wusan: (Don't disappoint)
The days have been reduced to just the essentials. There were the days that had been filled with sickness and the days since then that had not.

She does what she needs to do to survive and only what she needs to survive. She's been walking west for days now. She gave away most of her money and started walking.

She isn't certain what she will do when she reaches the ocean. She cannot walk across the ocean.

I am become death... destroyer of worlds... The quote lingers in her mind as she walks. While she had intended to become feared, to become great, to become the greatest, she had never intended to destroy the world. It was not something she wanted. Not that her wants were powerful drives unless she allowed them to be...


She knows what she was. She knows what she wanted to be.

Now, for the moment, there is nothing but the walking and the ultimate goal. Not that she knows what she will do if she does get there, does get across the ocean.

One foot in front of the other.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
People are dying.

Thousands... millions more likely.

With a few phone calls, more than normal as most of the people who would do these things are ill, Shiva makes some arrangements.

There are charities and hospitals which find themselves with a considerable amount more money than they had the day before. It doesn't matter now but Shiva has faith that there will eventually be a solution to this. The Dark Knight is nothing but resourceful and Shiva believes in the heroes of the world to ... do what they do.

Save the world.

She, however, has things which she must do.

And to that end.... she starts walking. Perhaps she will get where she is going before she succumbs to the virus and what ever happens... happens.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Shiva sits at home... or just in this room that she's been living in.

Her legs are crossed and she is attempting to meditate but the calmness has been eluding her. She hasn't been able to reach it, no matter what technique's she's used.

It isn't the injuries, though they are annoying.

It is that she can't seem to stop thinking.

Standing up from her meditative position, she starts into a low level kata. It won't be long before she is far, far passed this.

Perhaps she can work herself into a peaceful exhaustion.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Shiva made her way back to the place she's been living for the past few months.

She knows she should find someone to take care of her injuries but the number of people who would have the knowledge is limited and even more limited are the people who she could trust to actually fix the problem and not just try to hurt her more.

And Vic... wanders in and out on his own. Besides, she wouldn't ask him for that sort of help. Not that she asked last time...

Taking care of her own injuries is the way to go this time, apparently and with a broken hand that becomes much more difficult than it normally is.

The samples have been sent to Ra's and now she get to wait for the aftermath of that and of the masked balls she helped set up. She supposes she should expect one or more people to come looking for her after that.

Making an ice pack, she slides her vest off and slides onto the bed, laying back on the ice bag behind her shoulder, thinking.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Shiva has been meditating for quite some time. She has needed to regain the focus she seems to have lost. The meeting with Ra's, the encounter with Crane... These have caused her to lose her center some and to do what she has been told to do, she will need to be focused.


Standing from the folded position she had been in, she checks on the plants, watering them. She does not know much more about plants than the fact that they need light and water. Those she can provide.

Growing still and thoughtful for a few moments, she stands, looking toward the wall of her dojo.

A shake of her head and she grabs what she will need and heads out into the night.

It's time to start hunting.


Apr. 21st, 2005 11:22 pm
shiva_wusan: (Amused)
Shiva makes her way to where Ivy is in the building and brings some materials with her, leaving them in a place where she can reach them. She enters the room and inclines her head toward the other woman. In one of her hands is a scroll of paper. "I appologize I must go for some time. You are welcome to stay here. I have left the information here with you, as well as a sample of anti-toxin so you may investigate." She pauses for a few moments, "I appologize for having to leave at this point."

A new day

Apr. 20th, 2005 08:58 am
shiva_wusan: (Default)
The light crests over the horizon, casting familar shadows along the streets and pathways that make up Gotham City. Somewhere in that twisting knot of roads and back alleys is a temple, a dojo. Inside this place, Shiva awakens as the light creeps along the floor to touch her face.

Pulling in a breath, she comes to her feet and makes her way to the dojo where she begins her forms, slow and simple at first, though increasing in speed and complexity. This is the way to begin a morning, by embracing that which when performed by her can be nothing but the most lethal of art.

As she moves, she finds the calm centered place where she lives and begins to think: Where can I find a computer?
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Shiva sits up and retrieves her package and beging to open it, carefully, uncertain what, exactly, is inside. She starts to look at everything, planning to share the contents with Ivy.

She also looks for any sort of listening devices. She is certain the Bat knows where she is and does not mind that. Listening is something else entirely.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Having gotten what she wanted, Shiva returned to the temple... the dojo. Finding the note from Ivy. she went out again, briefly, to check up on what was happening. She just looked and only for a few momnets. It was interesting but things seemed to be .... fine.

Coming home... back, home is almost an alien concept, she takes some time to apprecaite to bonsai with a small smile. The information, the package she gained from Batman is tucked away in a safe place and Shiva lays down to rest.

Later, perhaps tomrrow, she will go over what she has gained with Ivy.

Laying on her pallet, she allows her eyes to drift closed.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
Shiva has a few targets in mind, a few people she can ask for what she is looking for. If she needs to bring in Ivy, the woman is not far from here and if she ends up going out side of the city, she's certainly going to make sure that the woman is coming with her. For this evening, though, she's searching. Normally, with what she's accomplished recently, they would have found her by now but perhaps there are other things happening.

Shiva needs to find a Titan.
shiva_wusan: (Default)
The trail, what of it there is, is leading toward New York.

It isn't a place she's used to being asked about. It isn't that she doesn't do work in that city, there are just fewer poeple who know of her existence there.

Crouched on a rooftop, Shiva looks down at the activites in the alleyway below.

One of those men has the information she's looking for.

It is unforunate that they seem to have illicit business this evening. It will not be completed.

There is no noise as the shadow drops down the few stories, just before appearing behind one of the men.

"One of you knows what I want to know. It would be wise to tell me now."
shiva_wusan: (Angry)
I find myself here in Gotham again. There is an appeal to this place, a draw to it which is slightly disturbing. I do not like patterns or attachments but this place seems to inspire both.

The time away in Hong Kong has done me good but there is some one asking questions about me and this is a great place to start back tracking.

I don't like others asking about me. It is never a good thing.
shiva_wusan: (Amused)
The Dark Knight's squire behaved as expected, if not as I would have wished. I can see why he enjoys the reputation he does.

The young man I seek is alive. This is good. He has already learned that it is not the weapon in your hand, or even your empty hand; that these are only tools for the ultimate weapon to wield.

He would make a good apprentice, if Siu Jerk Jai dallies much longer.
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