Snippet #1801319

Cassandra crouched at the back of the bus, pawing through the little refrigerator which made the lives of the band members just that much better. Who could argue very much when there was food to be shared?
At least, that was what the peaceable angel thought. It wasn't always true, clearly.

Swinging back his streaming white hair, Cass swayed to his feet, holding a bunch of chocolate popcicles in his long, slender fingers. He looked back along the aisle down the center of the bus and smiled. He knew the other members of his band didn't feel this way, but he didn't care that the other band was made up of demons. Maybe it was because of his unusual... condition... not knowing whether he had been born male or female, and able to switch at will, but he was used to just fitting in with everyone around him. He did not judge people by what they were, only by who they were, so he got along fairly well with the Conundrum of Carnage.

"Anyone want one?" he called out in that voice like a bell, which made it even more impossible to determine without asking what gender he was. He held the popsicles up for the others to see, and not just the angels. He was nice to everyone. And that meant everyone.