Adventures in Being Out of Work

[Deia]

Deia swung her no-dachi on her back, cocking her head to the side and surverying her surroundings. Forests told her she was near Lore's capital, not that it mattered much to the mercenary. She was out of work for the time being, waiting for another side in the war to decide they had use of her services. After all, it wasn't like no one could use a former Asharu with a five-foot-long sword who chopped down the enemy like they were trees.

Sighing, she turned. She couldn't pick a side or get close to anyone. After all, chances were she'd be fighting them within another year. The armies didn't seem to pay her for too long at a time. It was all in her attitude. No one could put up with it. And so, here she was, out of work. But she did have enough to make it until the next employer came along. She smiled grimly, then trudged on.

Yes, for now it was just her and Atana, her no-dachi, and that wasn't much company.

[Min]

Min walked through the forests trying to walk off anger at the meeting she had just been in with the ruler of Lore. "I can't stand neutral people, I mean pick a side already!" She shouted to empty air startling some birds. "Erg, why do I even have to do this!" Min hated being the diplomat, it was so boring!

[Xytanica]

Xtanica walked through the forest, trees and plants leaning towards her as she passed, as though she were the sun itself. Well, that wasn't entirely off the mark-she was the Godess of the Sun, after all. She might as well have been the sun, for all the plants knew. Her fiery hair flickered about her, her equally fiery eyes seeming to take in everything with little effort. Unlike some of her more reclusive sisters and brothers, she often traveled the mortal realms, delighting in interfering in mortal affairs. "I can't stand neutral people, I mean pick a side already!" she heard someone-a woman-shout to the air. The breezes carried echoes of this pronouncement to her ears, and she headed off towards the woman.

When she reached the edge of the small clearing in which the woman stood, she paused, taking her favorite shape. Her body shrunk and melted and twisted until, in her place, sat a rather large cat-a moor cat, with fiery red fur and slitted fiery eyes. She trotted into the clearing, at the woman's waist height on all fours. She sat in front of the woman and began grooming herself, awaiting the woman's reaction.