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Restless.
When Sonia was a little kid, her parents used to take her to church. They were Catholics, sort of. They weren't fanatic about it - they didn't get up for the disturbingly early Mass, they didn't go to confession. They went to church maybe every other Sunday. Sonia didn't retain much from the sermons, except that if you were good (a vague, amorphous concept) you went to heaven; if you were bad, you went to hell; and if you were unlucky, you got stuck in purgatory.
Purgatory always seemed like the worst deal to Sonia. You didn't even have to actually actively do anything bad to get stuck in Purgatory. You could go there if you just happened to die before you got a chance to be baptized. You could go there if you screwed up and realized it but didn't pray hard enough to redeem yourself. And once you were there, just the waiting was so agonizing that you prayed constantly for the relief that Hell would bring.
It's been a while since Harvey was found guilty and sent back to Arkham. He might be in Hell on Earth, but Sonia is pretty clear on where she is, too. She's in Purgatory.
Well, actually, she's in Selina Kyle's safe house, trying to avoid Death By Vengeful Mobster. But still.
Sonia is not a patient woman. She isn't good at waiting. She's a doer - or at least, that's what she tells herself when she wonders if maybe she's being impatient or pushy. She just likes to get things done. She likes to be moving towards a goal.
She does not like to be stuck indoors all day because someone might put a bomb in her car.
At least nighttime provides a certain amount of cover for someone who's impatient and out of sorts and looking for something to do. Which is why Sonia has taken to prowling through alleys at midnight.
Looking for something to do.
Looking for trouble.
Purgatory always seemed like the worst deal to Sonia. You didn't even have to actually actively do anything bad to get stuck in Purgatory. You could go there if you just happened to die before you got a chance to be baptized. You could go there if you screwed up and realized it but didn't pray hard enough to redeem yourself. And once you were there, just the waiting was so agonizing that you prayed constantly for the relief that Hell would bring.
It's been a while since Harvey was found guilty and sent back to Arkham. He might be in Hell on Earth, but Sonia is pretty clear on where she is, too. She's in Purgatory.
Well, actually, she's in Selina Kyle's safe house, trying to avoid Death By Vengeful Mobster. But still.
Sonia is not a patient woman. She isn't good at waiting. She's a doer - or at least, that's what she tells herself when she wonders if maybe she's being impatient or pushy. She just likes to get things done. She likes to be moving towards a goal.
She does not like to be stuck indoors all day because someone might put a bomb in her car.
At least nighttime provides a certain amount of cover for someone who's impatient and out of sorts and looking for something to do. Which is why Sonia has taken to prowling through alleys at midnight.
Looking for something to do.
Looking for trouble.
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What she finds might well be surprising. There are many, many things the rooftops of Gotham have seen and they have seen this sight before but it certainly not common.
There is a woman sitting in front of a small table. On the table there is a tea pot as well as two settings in front of her. There is one of the cups filled but it is not the cup directly in front of her, but instead, the cup across the table from her.
The woman herself seems to be in meditation.
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Sonia almost passes the woman entirely.
But she doesn't.
She stops, for a moment, to glance at the woman, over her shoulder.
It's almost as if she's trying to remember if she's seen the woman before.
Or as if she's sizing her up.
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Ready for a fight.
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"Who taught you?"
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"Good Question."
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Mmmmm.
She crosses over toward Sonia, her stride almost .... casual.
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Sonia turns her head, to watch her approach. Not facing her straight-on.
She slips her hands out of her coat pockets.
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"Truly?"
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So the woman knows the Question. Hm.
"Yes. Why?"
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Shiva's position changes not at all.
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There's a pause, and for a moment it looks like she might just walk away.
Her attack is abrupt, almost out of nowhere. A swift blow aimed at the other woman's throat.
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Elbow jab to Shiva's chest.
She's fast, and strong. Her face gives away nothing.
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Then again, with what comes next, it is obvious that she intended to allow herself be hit. Sonia is faster than Shiva thought she might be truly.
Shiva's hand flashes out and grabs Sonia's arm.
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Shiva releases Sonia's arm, the claws falling a small fraction of an inch short of reaching Shiva's eyes as she pulls back. It may seem as though she isn't doing well but she truly isn't doing badly. Taking a step in, she makes a palm strike toward Sonia's solar plexus.
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She blocks Shiva's blow, but it forces her back a step, putting her momentarily on the defensive.
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Well, not entirely. With Shiva this close, Sonia moves to swiftly bring her right heel down on the bridge of Shiva's right foot.
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As if she'd been standing there, casually conversing with Sonia this whole time.
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Her eyes don't leave Shiva.
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"No."
It seems like she might leave it at that for a moment. But she doesn't.
"Who are you?"
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There might even be a small chuckle from the woman, though that does not at all seem at all likely. The woman makes her way back toward the small table and the tea.
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She follows Shiva back to the table, but doesn't sit down. It seems... presumptuous.
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She doesn't say anything. She gets the impression that this person is about as talkative as her.
But it's an amicable silence.
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It seems a little strange to be sitting here, thanking the woman who moments ago she was fighting with.
But it's not like her life has made much sense up to this point, either.
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