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Ish smirked as Max asked if he would prefer it that way, and he shrugged. It was worth some thought, when they weren't heading on a suicide mission, but he didn't have to indicate that he was going to take the thought seriously. "Why, tree hugger, that would make things easier. Beat the three of you to seeing dead boy's pop, see if I can't get the red carpet rolled out and everything!" Lucas decided to sling insults back, and he grinned at the boy as he did so. This was going to be fun, if the entire trip was spent shooting insults at each other and such. "Barnacle beard's kid, using pool insults? Way to quickly fall into poppa's lap there, coralbrain. I bet he'll be so proud of you." Sage remained silent during the entire 'discussion' between himself, Lucas, and Max, if one could call it that. It was a long enough trip to the bus station, where they were dumped tickets and Sage had made a comment on betting a grand on their survival. "Dead boy, inheriting all the dead millionaires money. And I thought thief boy was chilling back at camp."

Lucas dumped the shoes of flying on him, and Ish raised an eyebrow as he decided to try and beat him to the punch on insults, and chuckled. Oh yea, this was going to be a lot more interesting then he had initially thought. "Thank you oh so much, I always wanted a pair of shoes that can fly! My life is now complete, now that I can say a word and fly, while traveling with the accused thief of one of the big three's godly weapon, who is the god of air. Yes, that is such a perfectly brilliant gift, I cannot fathom the logic coming from such a thing." He hoped the sarcasm was clear enough, it shouldn't have been too hard to pick up on, and he shook his head and stuffed the shoe box in his bag. Sarcastic mockery or not, he might as well keep the damn things in case they had use at one point or another. He didn't rise to the bait of the helmet meeting wrench, he didn't have to. A wrench had badly dented in the helmet, transferring kinetic force. The water had all but cleared that up, but if he hadn't been barnacle beard's kid, that would have went vastly different. Some days he did have to hate the unknown variable, such as that. He did mutter to himself once more while waiting for the bus, ticket in hand. "Quest to save the world, glorious chariot of choice? Early AM bus ride..."