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Ish listened to Max's plan of having Sage shadow step Lucas up to the middle of the bus, and raised an eyebrow slightly. It was a good plan, for the most part, but for two immediate problems. It would exhaust Sage, most likely, and do all sorts of hilarious things to Coral brain's stomach. Well, hilarious if they weren't facing down three Kindly Ones and the tree hugger's plan was leaving him and her playing the bait. But, what the hell, not like there was a better plan coming from anyone. Before Sage and Lucas did there shadow walk, he smirked at Lucas and gave a bit of advice. "Coral brain, use the after effects of your first trip to try and fool the driver into stopping. Enjoy your trip sideways to the sun." They had hit the tunnel at this point, thrown into darkness. The three furies announced, in near unison, that they had to use the restroom. Ish couldn't help but keep smirking, stuffing the normal feelings under his normal demeanor of never taking anything the way most would. "Wonder if they realize the bathroom only has room for one, maybe two if you stuff em in tight..."

Of course, once they reached the back of the bus, they all started assuming there true form. He shot Max a look of 'Look at the mess you got us in' briefly as they began shrieking at the two of them. They were assuming their real forms alright, even uglier than before, handbags becoming flaming whips and taking on forms of part gargoyle, part bat, and cracking the whips to become even more intimidating. This of course set off a panic from the people, seeing something going on through the Mist, and their hissing was grating on his head currently. "Where is it? Where?"

Rather than state where they were Ish pointed straight up, and replied with a calm "Right up there, clinging to the ceiling to get the drop on you.". The closest one glanced briefly, enough of an opening for him. Wrench in hand, he swung hard sideways and bashed the fury clean in the head. "Hah! That's like falling for gullible on the ceiling!" Of course the wrench did little more than piss off the creatures, the one hit was a hell of a sight more than pissed, injured to boot, and he narrowly ducked a retaliatory whip strike. He was saving as much of his repertoire of tricks and toys, relying on his wrench and dumb luck to keep the distraction going. An added bonus was Max should have a chance to make a strike of her own. Whatever Sage and Lucas were doing, they needed to get in gear and do it. He'd done little more than piss off the furies, of course buying them time to do whatever they had in mind.