14868/Daughters of the Demon

Daughters of the Demon
Date of Scene:	08 May 2023
Location:	Happy Hetairai Bar and Girl
Synopsis:	The Al Ghul sisters meet for the first time in a very long time and clear the air together and talk about family.
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Nyssa al Ghul

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
Her sister had gotten in touch with her after.. How long had it been since the two had talked? Time for some catchup. Talia hadn't bothered to pass this along to anyone in the Bat-Family. She wanted to handle this personally.
    So at the rrranged place (a hellhole bar in the Narrows) it was time for some catchup. From one younger sister to the much, much older one.
    It wasn't often that Talia felt completely outof her element with family.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
The request came as a bit of a surprise. Her sister wished to talk to her and the intrigue was much to great to at least consider it. It had been a long time and with a simple flip of a quarter the decision was finalized. What could Talia possibly want? Was she in trouble? Was she in need of something? It did notm atter anymore as the answe would soon come with her arrival at the dive bar.

In a pair of jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, Nyssa entered the bar, her eyes looking for her sister as stood in the doorway. A few patrons cast her a glance for a moment, lingering on the woman, but a stare back caused them to look away. It was after a moment that she spied her reason for such a visit, making her way towards he target, murmuring a softly spoken greeting. "Talia. It's been a while."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
What was it with leaps of chance rahter than leaps of faith? Had the coin ended the other way, might the two have never come to this accomodation? And so, sitting down over Talia shifts in her position as she turns to face Nyssa.

"Nyssa, i thas been.. Too long." Regret? Momentary. Enough emotion to be sincere in it. Talia speaks in Arabic a little sadly. "And I am.." There's that bit that's cut off now as she's hesitant. And seeing how Nyssa reacts to her. Paranoia? Acceptance? Curiousity? Small steps. Talia had at least gone the way to approach.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
Nyssa pulls out a chair, slowling settling herself down upon it, her hands moving to fold on the table. Was that to just relax, or was she showing they were free. "To long. But not a moment longer. How have you been Talia? Still alive so things must be going at least...somwwhat well for you." She gives the woman a soft smirk of a smile and leans back in the chair.

"You are a better sister than I. I might not have arranged such a meeting. Well perhaps. It matters not now does it?" Her head tilts to the side. "Are you in trouble? DO you need anything of me?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would slowly shake her head over at Nyssa. Talia keeping her hands up and in front of her so they could be seen. A sign of trust, and in a position where Nyssa could fastdraw on her with a weapon if need be. The ways that assassins parleyed..

"Things have been rahter.. Complicated. Father has.. Made some decisions on living arrangements. So I, a grown woman, am now bunking where her son lives." Another shake o fher head. "I need nothing. I just wished.. To inform you. And.. Perhaps see if we cannot come to an.." Accomodation, is left unsaid.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
Hands on the table indeed. It is best for the two of them. It certainly will make for an easier conversation. Nyssa actually laughs lightly with a shake of her head. "Father is a fool. You are better off not even associating. Isn't our family wonderful Talia? Not exactly the sit around the table on a holliday type are we?" She raises a hand to a passing server and mutters. "Two drafts."

Attention back to Talia now, her demeanor finally settling a bit into something more...cordial. "Come to what Talia? An agreement? A settlement? A working relationship? Take your shot Talia. The worst I can do is say no."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would keep her hands up and over on the table. A sign of openness, and vulnerability. Something of trust, even. Neither woman had a backup seemingly. It was just two Al Ghuls in a bar on the bad side of Gotham.

"And yet perhaps this is where we should start. I.. Am always just a piece in father's games. I am.." Tired?

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"Start? Start what? A relationship again? Well well, after all this time you are hoping to mend fences as it were. I cannot say I am against the idea. I am not even really sure why we fell out of favor in the first place. Should make things easier." The two drafts are set down on the table, as her hand reaches for one, not uet taking a sip.

"Everyone is a piece in father's game. Do you think he has any true friends? Pawns. All pawns. If anyone has grander ideas the game is over." She now finally takes a small sip. "What do you want Talia?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shake her head, "I do not expect any kind of relationship. I do not expect trust either. I have never trusted you, and I have been father's agent for so long you hvae no reason to trust me without risk of some greater game of his." And for all Talia can expect, she's still very much a piece in father's games. Whatever they may be. That is written in her face even as she tries to hide it.

"I would say that I wish for free agency, but I am long since past that. I wish.." She would close her eyes, taking a drink. "I do not know. But just that while I have the time I need to.." Make what she could of it.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"You have no reason to not trust me Talia. I have no issue with you. And should you have no issue wuth me, then I do not see why we cannot have at least a relationship of accepted tolerance. No?" She grips her hands around the bottom of the glass and exhales slowly. "Despite what father says...you would never hurt me. Would you Talia?"

She is given another smile, this time a little more...cunning. "You wish to be in control of your own destiny Talia. Is that it? Do as you please when and where you wish to do it? And what do you mean, while you have the time?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shake her head, "I have no reason to be hostile to you. We are both.. Pieces, with little enough room for our own passage. I do not want to be your enemy, Nyssa." Speaking over in Arabic still. "But I do not know what I am either."

She would close her eyes. "I want to. And yet I see it as eternally so far away. I feel like I am still trapped no matter what. I want to make the most of what I have before I am consumed again."

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"You are a pawn as well Talia. Playing someone else's game and not your own. Sadly, it is not a game you can easily escape from." She takes another long sip and sets it back down on the table before looking ot her sister once more. "There is a way out of it all, but in doing so you make a powerful enemy. How much is your freedom worth to you Talia?" It is a more rhetorical queston.

It is then that a group of men approach the table, pausing beside it and peer down at the two sisters. The larger of them men says in a gruffled voice. "Your sitting at our table. That's a problem."

Nyssa slowly turns her attention to the man who spoke, sizing him up and slowly exhales once more before speaking. "Is it now? I suppose it is. BUt...not my problem."

One of the other men laughs lightly and is given an elbow. "You two are going find a new table." He places his pams down on the table and smiles.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would glance over at Nyssa, "My freedom? To me, everything. To those around me.. I do not wish for the pain to be felt on them. I do not wish for them to be brought down with me when the dominos fall." She has no fears of what Ras will do to her. Kill her and throw her back into the Pit? He has done that. Him do something to Bruce and Damian? That is a pit she will not step over.

"Go bother someone else." Her attention turns over to the men approaching the two. "We're talking about important matters." A dismissal over as Talia goes to glance over at the man's hand.. Then she goes to stand up. Hand going forwards to try and grab him by the wrist to spin him around, going to hold it at hisback at an angle that would let her snap it with more pressure.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
Nyssa does not even flinch when her sister stands up and puts the leader of the men into a wrist hold, applying pressure. She actually just reaches for her beer and takes another sip, watching the proceedings with a raised brow. "All you had to do was find a different table. Now..you night is ruined." She sets the beer down and peers over at the 3 other men, watching their leader as for directons on how to reply.

"Let me go you bitch! I'll cut your heart out." He struggles, but feels the pressure of the grip on his wrist and relents a bit.

One of the men steps forward, quickly pulling a switchblade from his pocket, pointing it at Talia. "You heard him you Bi..."It is then he feels a knife blade at his crotch from the seated Nyssa. "I am about to do the world a favor and make sure you don;t reproduce."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul goes to keep the pressure on the man, showing that she can snap his arm out of joint like a twig.. "There are a variety of ways I can do this depending on whether you wish to keep the limb or for me to remove it." Ready to twist it more like she was going to spin it right off like a corkscrew.. "Sorry for the interruption." She would reply over to Nyssa, loosening her grip some over on the man in case he did get the right idea.

She was here to spend some time talking to her sister. Not to engage in a brawl. Not that the two were exclusatory, however.. She does, however, just let a small smile of almost sadistic looking glee go onto her face as she sees what Nyssa is up to.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
The man with the knife ot his loins freezes and looks down at the blade, not stating a word, but going wide eyed. His two friends slowly backing of with their hands in the air and then daring for the door. "Find another table and you can keep your balls.." SHe applies a little pressure. "And he can keep his arm."

The large man nods once and mutters. "Okay okay. Jesus. We was just playing is all. Can;t take a joke can you?" He wiggles out of the loosened grip and starts to walk away, shaking his head.

Nyssa pulls the blade back pull and puts in back from the sneaky spot in which she pulled it. "No run along before your mommy knows you are out past your bedtime." She smiles back to Talia and shakes her head. "Now. Where were we?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would glance at the man as she would release his arm, "Given where we are, we're being nice with you for returning your humor." A rough bar in the Narrowas still a rough bar in the Narrows. "One would think that you would have a higher thresshold of self preservation." The arm is released and Talia goes over to her beer. Still cold, even as she would go to take a swig of it. "I believe before the rather rude man interrupted us.." The talk was of the price.

A price that would not be borne of her alone if she took that step. The price that her family would pay. And that not a step she could push herself to do so.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
Nyssa watched as the men departed, a shake of her head and a sip of her beer again. "I wish he had tried something." She lowers the beer once more and leans back in her chair, streching her legs out where she sits. "They won't be back. If they know what is good for them."

She only now moves to pull her hood back, letting her long hair flow. "Any decision you make will always be the wrong decision Talia. I learned that a long time ago. Is the risk worth the reward? Not a phrase we can afford to abide by, no?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod over while watching the men backpedal. "A diversion." She does not say 'a welcome one' though her tone of voice makes it implied. "I would doubt that they know anything at all." But the sisters have their beer and a great deal more space.

And she considers for a moment, and then goes to speak quietly, "... No, it is not. I cannot drag those I care about down with me." One does not simply leave the family.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"Don't worry about me Talia. I can handle myself. I have little love for father. I do not need him nor will I ever seek his help." She leans forward and puts her hands back upon the table, brushing a strand of hair back away from her face. "You will never have to worry about me Talia causing you any trouble; unless you come seeking it. I can offer you that much. How is that?"

She watches her sister a moment with a narrowed eye. "Or anyone within my circle. Hopefully, father does not require such."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod over at Nyssa and smile. "I will never be your adversary, Nyssa. I am.." Am what? Always a complex thing. "I am unsure as to who and what I will be. However.. I do think that the two of us might enjoy something along those lines sometime. I'm sure amongst the local riff-raff we can arrange something to amuse ourselves in."

If Nyssa is the type to engage in random barfights.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"Are you saying you would like to team up sometime? Well that would most certainly be different." SHe leans back once more and shrugs her shoulders. "I mean I am not saying I am against it, just not something I have ever given much thought to." She reaches for her beer and draws on a long sip before lowering it back ot the table once more.

"I will not howeve rpartake in anything that you have been asked to do by the man whom I am supposed to call father. I am not his pawn anymore, nor shall I ever be. Am I clear on that?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would let out a sigh, "I just realize sometimes that not everything can be done by sheer introspection, patience, and planning. Sometimes one needs to be.. Spontaneous. A small thing that I'm learning to appreciate." One of those small things from this small whisk of freedoms he had.

"Father spekas nothing to me. He sends nothing. For now, I am an outcast."

Then a low smile would light up her face. "And I have nothing particularly grandiose. Merely light competition."

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
"You are better off an outcast Talia. Trust me. If one can out from under his thumb even in the slightest, they are better off for it." She looks down at her beer and takes a nother long swig of it. "Are you saying you want to look for trouble sometime for us to stay in practice? I could certainly be down for such a thing. That might mean we would have to engage with one another another time."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would smile, "Yes, I'm sure that it can be managed. So long as there is not a trail of bodies.." Crippling people was fair as far as she was concerned. "Whomever can drop the more before teh area clears then?" Challenge laid down in a playful manner.

Nyssa al Ghul has posed:
A firm head nod is given to her sister and she picks up the beer in front of her, finishing it with one long sip and then offers her a smile. "Okay. Deal. Are you ready then?" She takes th glass in her hand and counts down slowly. "3...2...1" It is then that she throws the glass across the room, striking a man who sits at a table with a bunch of his friends. She softly murmurs to the group as they rise from their sears, pointing to another man a few tables over. "He did it."

It is not long before a large brawl has broken out in the slum of a bar, the two sisters joining the fight in a friendly competition that would end in them walking out together to a room full mean writhing upon the floor.