[h2]Ashte[/h2]

Ah, oblivion... strange dreams, dreams that seemed much less fleshy and visceral than anything that belonged in her head, but dreams nonetheless. And then they were taken away, replaced by damp and wet... like so many, the Goddess of Love would rather return to her befuddling dreams than deal with all the hassle of waking up, and sought to burrow into the cold floor some more. Eugh, so cold, so hard, so lacking in other bodies and [i]life...[/i]

Some form of instinct flared to life at the sound of violence, though, and as the girl was rising to a sitting and then standing position, an elaborate bronze weapon stabbed down into the floor before her. Nearly the height of a man, curved outwards, and with a sharpened axe-like blade, the oversized khopesh [i]looked[/i] like great craftsmanship, even inlaid with mother of pearl and with a finely detailed handle of sandalwood... but it was just a creation of her memories.

And distinctly less than the veritable battalion that Ashte now remembered responding to unpleasant interruptions with. Huh.

Still, it was one weapon, so there was no harm in keeping it close at hand... her approach up to the platform was cautious, this unknown room was far from a palace or other civilised setting, so who knew what danger it presented? But... she couldn't help but relax on seeing what it was. One unconscious girl, and a bunch of gods that she knew, or at least knew [i]of[/i]--one advantage, one supposed, to empire building was the many people you got to meet and that your subjects kept telling you about.

"So... fancy meeting you here, huh?" Ashte asked the others, reaching down to pick up the time goddess and plant her back on her feet. Nobody seemed too much of a threat, but the sword was still there... and besides, there were better things to start thinking about.

Four cute girls, a cute guy, and one grumpy one who could maybe do the brooding archetype if he calmed down. She could work with this.