<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Kashsistersmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kashana & Lakashtari<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Temple<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Tilly, Aphelion, Renilda<br/><hr/><br/>"What's this guy's problem?" Lakashtari wanted to know, and so Kashana told her, presumably. The conversation happened entirely in mental space. "Wow, pull it together, Aphelion."<br/>"Yeah, Aphelion."<br/>"Don't be a whiny baby this whole trip."<br/>"Dragon-men should be big and tough."<br/>"Try to work in harmony, like Kash and Tilly."<br/>"Or me and Kash."<br/>"Or all three of us." Both voices joined as one in the same harmonious key. "Together."<br/><br/>The twins compared tattered clothes like battle scars as they fell in behind the meat shields. Little concern for what those sounds were ahead, less concern for actually winning this literal team-building exercise. The freedom to find their own path, and hop up and explore every outcropping of ruined building, was too great. Kashana called out a graveyard of broken statues over one crest, shielding her eyes from the sun. "You can see that one's penis," she reported. "He's totally uncut."<br/><br/>Lakashtari took the higher ground. Her balance along the broken edges of toppled architecture was impeccable, and her sense of solid footing never steered her wrong as she hopped across illusory bridges of packed earth just waiting to crumble. "I bet there's a medusa ahead."<br/>"No way."<br/>"Then where did all the statues come from?"<br/>"Temples. Museums." Kashana turned her eyes away from them. "Not anything sinister like that." She was looking to her allies for confirmation that this was probably reasonable.<br/><br/>Renilda went running ahead to the sound of battle. Psi-knives sprang unbidden from Kashana and Lakashtari's hands, fountains of shimmering color and ectoplasm, and they chased after.