Unexpected Wars

[leviathan]

Rev smiled and pulled out his staff. "You forget Kashara, that not all of us are assassins. I would call Lev and me artists trying to become something their not." Rev laughed and consumed a few bites of his food gulping it down with alcohol. "I mean we can fight, but i would never have found us doing this kind of thing more than once, and that once was a very special occasion. Yet here we are again." He laughed again but this time nervously as if remembering something.

[aridic]

Kashara sighed, he wished these guys could realize that they aren't going to stop fighting for a long time, and once that time is up, a new time will come to fight again. " Well we should rest, comfortably, I will be returning to my shop, my home, to rest, tomorrow meet me in the market place, in the empty booth that we met at first" with that he grabbed his duster and began to leave.

[leviathan]

Lev pulled something from his sketchpad and walked over to Kashara. Before the man had managed to leave he slipped him the piece of paper. It was a finished sketch of their first fight. Lev and memorized the scene and he had been working on it ever since. "Here i think this belongs to you. Think of it as a way to remember the only artists to get away from you for a time." With that Lev turned and walked back inside feeling a sudden wave of fatigue hit him.

[aridic]

Kashara pocketed the drawing but continued on his way, he was weary and longed to be no where but his very home. He slid his katana into its scabbard before exiting their door. It was dark, and outside their was a slight drizzle. He walked silently, dodging the crowd whenever possible, keeping his head down the whole way, and when he arrived he gently placed his new set of clothing on his front counter, and then walked down into the basement, his living space, and lay down to sleep.

[leviathan]

Lev and Rev were far too tired to do anything so they changed out of their costumes and went to sleep. It wasn't long before Lev woke up the next morning feeling as if he had only gotten a few minutes of sleep. He sat up and started rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had had a weird series of dreams that he couldn't even recall at that moment anymore.

[aridic]

Kashara was always an early riser, beating the sun to the horizon, but not this day, today he slept on. But it wasn't an easy sleep, as dreams quickly progressed to nightmares of death and pain, nightmares of gain and horrid loss. But Kashara's body had not rested much lately, and was very tense, and fatigued, so he slept on.

[leviathan]

Lev milled around his room not doing anything just trying to wake himself up. He finally went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. He didn't feel like eating anything special and he wanted something warm so he made soup. As it simmered he sat on the floor next to the stove doodling on a scratch piece of paper.

[aridic]

Kashara woke suddenly with a start, he began tearing at his shirt in a state of terror. But when he got it up, his bulging eyes saw nothing, giving him relief. He readjusted his shirt, and then stood up. He flipped a few switches on his laptop sitting on the counter, looking at his schedule, clearing anything unimportant, but it was completely clear when it loaded. He locked up his shop, and began to walk down the street. He quickly threw his duster over his arms, and cursed under his breathe. " Starting from scratch is gonna be harsh. Hell we would be better of in an agency than this."

[leviathan]

Lev hurriedly ate his soup and passed Rev a bowl once he appeared from his room. Lev wrapped up his costume and placed it carefully in his pack making sure to pack a bunch of essentials. Which for him was two bottles of water, a first aid kit, his sketchpad and pencils, an extra set of clothes, and some kind of nonperishable food. He figured it would be better to be safe and bring these things then go into their mission and need them later without having them. Rev packed a similar pack, but his contained a few bottles of alcohol as well. They left their house and set off for the marketplace carrying their weapons across their backs. They had bought a house within ten minutes of the marketplace seeing as that was where they would most likely sell most of their work.

[aridic]

When he arrived at the booth, he took his seat, and looked around, scanning to make sure the perimeter was safe, he spotted a few suspicious people, but not enough to worry about in this crowded area. He leaned his chair back, propped up his feet, closed his eyes and waited for his companions to arrive.