The Sincerely Sinful Seven (Closed)

Kris pauses.

Alexois mutters something under his breath and shakes his bronze dragon wings

Kris looks around. "So…we have a mode of transportation up front…? We should probably go there."

"Agreed." Baal said, getting up.

Kris stands, her black eyes shifting to a blue as she passes a human. She shakes her head.

Baal sees it upon turning the corner. A tour-bus like motorhome that could belong to a band of rock stars. With bladed chariot sai on the wheels that we're retracted, and unnoticeable by normies and less experienced mechanics. What other features did it have.
"That's our ride?"

"I'm guessing."

"OoOh fancy" he remarks oogiling at the ride

Baal walks up, spotting something behind the fromtmost wheel facing them, and pulls it out.
"Keys, labeled 'Belial Crusade'." He sighs. "It's ours."

Kris raises an eyebrow. "It's strange…"

Baal checks under the hood, to find a souped-up engine in there. Compact, feul-efficient, with increased HP, and some plating.
"It's in top condition." He said. "But I'd enjoy it more if that angel hadn't roped us into this."

Kris shrugs. "At least we're alive again"

"I could care less." Baal said, unlocking the vehicle. The inside was modern, and functional. He walked over to the fridge and pantry.

Kris rolls her eyes, following.

He opened it, revealing a fully stocked fridge, and overflowing pantry. "Damn." He said, marvelling at the food. "Later, my babies." He said, talking to the fridge full of food, before shutting it.
"Let's find the beds!" He calls.

"They would be in the back of the bus"

"yes! sleep!" he mutters fl=ollowing the others to the back of the bus

"We just woke up…" She mumbles

"well, if theres a bed i can read on it and be comfy"

"Umm…"

"There's a fold out bed on the table." He pointed out. "And one can be made of the couch. See how they're constructed…" He went to the back. "Three over here." He calls.
'Five in total.' He says, internally. 'These angels couldn't have materialized a more luxurious trailer?'

Azura shrugs, "I'll sleep on the floor." He sends Alexois a wink, humming a little before walking around the camper. He was hungry. "Where's the food?"

"Just be greatful"

Victoria heard the angel in her dream. She gets up, rubs her eyes, and slowly trudges to the bus.

"Front is where it's at." Baal points to the fridge and pantry through the curtain. "And I'LL sleep on the front seat." He calls.

"Im going to take pillows, i can seep on the floor" he muttered looking around

"Goddamn." Baal articulated. He walks over to the wheels. Next he plugs in the keys. "Now, to Chicago, Illinois. He yells, as the behemoth roars to life, it's engine turning over.

Kris takes the couch.

Alexois steals some pillows and blankets, he walks over to the corner after grabbing some chips

Kris shivers.