The tour bus was traveling to Tokyo, a long journey and the bus was completely packed with band equipment as well as the other band members. It didn't bother Crystal though, she remained in good spirits, humming softly along the ride.
The bus may have been crowded but that didn't mean it wasn't lavished with high class snacks, video games, and other goods.

As Crystal hummed she played some earth handheld device that she had gotten quite attached to. Every now and then she'd shout out random things while playing, not really focusing on the others in the bus.

With his headphones tucked under his hat, Oswald was napping away with music as his shield to the crowded bus. He took up an entire row of seats, his long legs dangling off the edge as he leaned his head against the cool window pane. The beanie hat he wore shaded his coppery eyes that were shut tight. His pink hair framed his pale cheeks as he slept, oblivious it seemed to the other band members.

Oswald didn't really want to be involved with the others anyways...Especially the...other band's members. He wasn't exactly anti-social but, he had good reason. His very nature just prevented him from wanting to socialize with them. And is a rather friendly guy. Ironic, though, being what he was.

Midnight slept, curled in a ball, on a chair in the bus. Though it wasn't exactly comfortable, she had gotten used to it. Every now and again, she'd kick a foot, quite like an animal having a nightmare, then go back to a deep sleep. Constant concerts and traveling could be really tiring. Sometimes she wished to go back to Hell, but then she'd think of the boring life she'd led, and immediately take back the wish.
She woke up at a bump in the road, sitting up straight, eyes wide. Then, realizing it had only been a pot hole, she grumbled and relaxed. "Stupid humans really need to fix their roads..." She hissed quietly, trying to go back to sleep. And failing. She growled and got off her chair, deciding to go and get something to eat, like a delicious chocolate popsicle, or chocsicle as she liked to call them. They were unheard of back in Hell, and every time she thought of it she'd laugh at the poor demons who would never get to taste one.

Midnight slept, curled in a ball, on a chair in the bus. Though it wasn't exactly comfortable, she had gotten used to it. Every now and again, she'd kick a foot, quite like an animal having a nightmare, then go back to a deep sleep. Constant concerts and traveling could be really tiring. Sometimes she wished to go back to Hell, but then she'd think of the boring life she'd led, and immediately take back the wish.
She woke up at a bump in the road, sitting up straight, eyes wide. Then, realizing it had only been a pot hole, she grumbled and relaxed. "Stupid humans really need to fix their roads..." She hissed quietly, trying to go back to sleep. And failing. She growled and got off her chair, deciding to go and get something to eat, like a delicious chocolate popsicle, or chocsicle as she liked to call them. They were unheard of back in Hell, and every time she thought of it she'd laugh at the poor demons who would never get to taste one.

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.

Crystal raised her hand, grinning brightly. "I doooo." her voice rang out like a beautiful melody when she spoke. She took the handheld gaming device she had been playing and sat it on a small glass table to the left of her. She then sat up with her hand extended awaiting the cold treat.

Crystal absolutely adored sweets, they could brighten her whole day, She was born in heaven, never living on earth she was quite infatuated with all the customs, trinkets, and especially the earth food. Her mouth practically watered as she waited to have a taste.

Kathrin was staying in the back of the bus, reading abook,and listening to the others conversations. It was boreing...She throw her book on the chair and went in the front of the bus. While she walked, she saw the members for the other band: angels, pfff... She was near the driver now, and wispered something. After she got the answer, she wentt back at her chair. She holded the book for a second, but she put it back." No more reading" said for herself.

Cass gave Crystal a quiet smile and brought the popsicle over to her, laying it carefully in her hand, as though he were afraid if he just gave it to her he would break it. He always did everything carefully that way - as though he was going to break it.

Turning in a flare of silvery hair, he looked around at the others.
"Well?" he called quietly. "Anyone else? Midnight? Oswald? Kathrin?"

Only when his name was mentioned, Oswald stirred.
''Mrrph...'' he waved a hand dismissively at Cass and yawned severely, dropping right back off to sleep in a heartbeat. It was a hard decision really...sweets or sleep....both were so tempting. Oh well.

" I can take one, thanks!" kathrin said and took one ofe those sweets. " So, when will we arrive? I'm sick of staying in a car and do nothing.". She stepped near the others and sat on a chair. She had nothing to do, so she would chat with the others...She smiled and tried to be nice.

Eros sat in a secluded spot as far away from everyone as possible, he tugged the sleeves of his red jacket over his hands showing his discomfort. He hated travel, but being the angel band's bodyguard forced him to come along. The elegant cat beside him noticed his discomfort and nuzzled his jean-clad leg. He spared a weak smile to orange cat, it wasn't like her to give affection he had taught her not to trust easily and that things like affection could be used against her. Even though Carya was simply a cat, other cats could easily be planning things, Carya herself has shown to be cunning and slightly manipulative but Eros forgave her for it, knowing it was just a part of her nature.

"You really should interact with the others inside of hiding in that corner of yours," Carya spoke with an elegance only cats could achieve, his jacket silently agreed with her. Eros candidly stared at her, his dark gray eyes held a hint of annoyance toward that notion. He didn't trust any of them, demons or angels, he just couldn't bring himself to talk to some the idiosyncratic band members.

Instead he looked outside the window at the fleeting landscapes filled with voices that were most likely chattering away about something irrelevant to the rest of the world. At the same time he blocked the voices of inanimate and animate in the bus, the couches had been gossiping about how the carpet was showing suicidal thoughts again and they were wondering whether or not to inform the bus. He rolled his partly covered eyes, of course they should tell the bus if they were really the carpet's friend.

He heard the soul of the inanimate objects, animals, and plants, although humans have been able to shield their souls from his ability, along with demons and angels. The others had a lot to say once they figure out he could hear them, he personally thought what they said was truly interesting and knew they were being honest. A soul can hide from him but they didn't have the ability to lie, even if they are impure. A small yawn escaped him and Carya waltzed into his lap, curling into a ball before falling sound asleep. He felt a fondness toward the cat and ran his fingers through the silk fur of her coat. He brushed strands of chestnut hair out of his eyes and glanced around the bus. He heard one of the angels, whose name he couldn't remember, offer chocolate to those on the bus. Eros detested the after taste chocolate left and didn't bother respond to the angel. Instead he let his eyes droop, slowly slipping into the warm hands of sleep.

Crystal examined the frozen human treat before eating, when she did finally eat it, she had more chocolate on her face than in her stomach. She didn't bother to wipe the chocolate off, she had already been distracted again, as they neared a new country the scenery was exquisite.

Crystal loved the scenery of this world, it was so full of color, so full of unpredictable occurrences. Her mind stayed busy, constantly thinking of exciting adventures she could have in this world. She hoped whilst in Tokyo she could learn some martial arts, she'd never need it, but it would be something new.

She had been sitting on that bus couch for nine hours and they still weren't there, she got up and stretched her achy muscles, only to fall when the bus made a sharp turn.

Oswald grunted when something heavy landed on him.
''Do. You. Mind?'' he looked down at the clumsy angel that had fallen ontop of him. Oh how many fallen angel gags he could get from this moment. He never minded having girls fall onto his lap but, an angel? Uhh...

With a yawn, he sat up, straightening the blonde angel up at the same time. He pulled his hat up and blinked his grogginess away, coppery eyes giving the angel a bemused look. The chocolate that was smeared messily around the angel's delicate lips made him roll his eyes. Casually with a finger, he swipped the chocolate and licked it off.
''Go clean yourself up, girl...'' Oswald said in a monotone.

Cassandra set some of the icy treats back in the fridge, handing one to Kathrin and opening one for himself. He bit into it, rather than licking - it took to long to do it the way people said he should, and why should there only be one way to eat a Popsicle?

He watched in gentle amusement as Crystal, too, devoured her treat... mostly. Well, not even mostly. Mostly it was all over her face. But that didn't matter much to the girl, clearly. He opened his mouth to comment on it, suggest quietly that she clean up, when the bus made a sharp turn. Crystal toppled over into the lap of a demon. Cassandra, too, had been standing, but not so close to any of the seats. He gave a soft gasp, caught between shock and what almost seemed to be amusement, and toppled over in a spray of silver hair to lie in the middle of the aisle. He lay there for a moment, startled and staring at the bus's roof, and then he started to laugh.

As the bus jerk, it woke up Eros from his too short of a nap. Carya had fallen out of his lap and was yowling on the ground be his feet, he grinned sheepishly before quickly donning on his expressionless mask. He picked of the orange tabby, setting her down on the seat next to him. His legs were aching from the lack of activity, along with the rest of his body. He stood up from his hiding spot, stretching his arms behind his head, from where he was standing he noticed an angel, Cassandra if he remembered correctly, laying in the middle of the aisle. The angel was laughing....at this Eros arched an eyebrow. Why would he be laughing over something as stupid as falling? This question rang through his mind. Because the silver-haired angel was laying on the ground, Eros, unfortunately couldn't stretch his legs.

He sighed softly, Carya looked up at him before saying "Go help him up, don't be rude." Eros glared at the cat, but chose not to argue with her, knowing she would win the argument and it would also gain some odd looks from the other passengers. Instead he walked out onto the aisle toward the angel and stretch out his long-fingered hand to help up the angel. The dark red sleeve still covered part of his cold hands, he shivered slightly the air conditioner was annoyingly pumping out cool air that chilled him to the core, he silently wished for another jacket as Eros waited for the other man to accept his help. Something he didn't do often.

Kathrin spoked to Oswald:" Hey, Ozzy, are you ready to sing to the humans? We haven't practice for two weeks." As the backup singer of the demons band, she didn't have to sing so much as him, but she was practicing a lot by herself at night.

Cassandra looked up, rather startled, when the bodyguard in the back approached and offered his hand to him. He gave the man a dazzling, and totally sincere, smile and took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled back onto his feet.
"Thank you," he told the man with all the honesty in the world, then smiled. "You look cold," the entirely androgynous angel told the bodyguard, as though the man could not tell he was cold by himself. "Would you like my coat?"

Eros was slightly startled by the sincerity of the angel's smile, although, he barely ever talked to anyone that wasn't something that others couldn't talk to so he wasn't used to expressions in general. Letting go of the now standing angel, he shoved his frigid hands into the jacket's deep pockets in an attempt to warm them. He stood awkwardly as the angel thanked him, "It was nothing," he grumbled quietly, the first time he spoke all day long, his voice was hoarse from the lack of use.

His mouth twisted into a scowl as the angel pointed out obvious, "I know I'm cold," he blink in surprise when the angel asked if he wanted his coat. The prospect of a coat was enticing, but the thought of owning the person something made the idea less favorable. He weighted the pros and cons, the angel didn't seem like someone who would take advantage of a favor so he relented and nodding. "That would be great," he said, making sure to seem like he didn't really care. Even though he was fighting back another shiver. Eros glared up at the stupid air conditioner, who in return cowered in fear saying it wasn't it's fault the driver wanted a cold bus. He sneered at the machine one more time before looking away. He hoped the coat would be thick enough to keep him warm, every fiber of his being wanted to go back to where he had been hiding with the eloquent cat.

The smile Cassandra gave Eros this time was absolutely brilliant. He spun, his hair once again flaring around him, and returned to his seat, digging his coat out from where it had fallen in against the side of the bus. He had never been particularly susceptible to the cold - or, for that matter, any sort of extreme temperature - so he didn't need it. He returned on long, graceful legs to Eros and held the coat out to him, still smiling, his voice still remarkably quiet.

"Here," he murmured. "You can keep it as long as you need it, okay?"

Eros looked at Cassandra, his dark gray eyes widened in surprise that the brightness of his smile. When the angel came back with the warm looking coat and the same smile, he himself attempted to smile back, it turned into a pathetic accuse of a smile that only lasted for a few seconds. He hoped that the angel didn't see his attempt, he took the coat from his hands making sure the angel didn't feel how cold his hands were. Quickly slipping on the coat over his red jacket, he shivered happily at the warm it was already creating for him. He was now glad that he had relented in accepting the coat.

"Oh...um...thanks, I'll give it back when we're finished with this stupid traveling," he grumbled, his eyes flicker with annoyance toward having to be in this bus with so many other people, Cassandra turned out to be better than he would have thought but he didn't want to take anymore chances with the others. He scowled at the thought of dealing with potentially manipulative people and decided when this trip was over Eros would give Cassandra back the coat and find some way to express his thanks more properly.

Cassandra laughed at that. Eros seemed rather grumpy but... well... Cass was also one not to judge a book by it's cover, to use a rather overused human form of expression. He had always believed in looking underneath someone's skin to see what they were really like, and here was a golden opportunity to do just that!
"You don't have to," he told Eros brightly. "I don't need it and it might be cold wherever we're going."

He tipped his head, his hair slipping down around his shoulders. When it crossed his face it seemed to obscure what little masculinity there was to him, and make him look more than androgynous. He looked downright feminine.
"Why do you hide back there?" he asked quietly. "Why don't you come out with us? We don't bite."

Crystal laughed and nodded as the demon told her to clean up. "Fine fine, guess I can't play a song covered in chocolate." then she jumped up "We should totally play a song covered in chocolate! Our new album can be called... Sugar Coated, Literally." She giggled and stuck her tongue out at Oswald.

When she went into the tiny bathroom, she took a rag and slowly wiped the chocolate off, She looked down at her human clothes giving a sigh. 'In heaven we don't wear clothes...It's much more comfortable' She thought it better not to strip before they go on for a show though, and cleared her mind of the negativity.

Eros looked at Cassandra, actually taking in his details, his silver hair was seemed silky and would blind people in the sun and his eyes were so light and cheerful, that would get annoying...He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to create friction to warm them up. He simply shrugged at those questions before actually thinking of a response....why did he hide from them? "I don't like being around people," he stated with only a hint distaste. He then debated whether it was a good idea to actually be near the others. None of the band members knew he had brought along Carya so he didn't know how they would react or how she would react. She was very particular when decided whether or not she liked a certain human, Carya automatically hates every cat she's met.

"You may not bite, but the bark is just has harmful," he remarked, hugging the two jackets closer to his body as a way to soak up the warmth that Eros didn't experience often. The others probably weren't as distrustful as he may think they are, but they could easily aggravate him and that was something he absolutely disliked. He shoved his hands into the coat's pockets in another attempt warm them up. He was too stubborn to give up on warming them up.

''Tch...Don't worry,Kath...'' Oswald looked over the angel's head at his back-up singer ''I know you've been practising hard and I look like I'm slacking but, I ain't about to let you lot down...'' he assured her. He may not say it out loud, but his band members were the ones he cares about.

When the clumsy angel gave him a peppy little response, he raised an eyebrow as she toddled off.
''Hmph...cheeky child..'' he mumbled and yawned again, stretching his arms and legs out.

Cassandra's long fingers flew up to cover his mouth as a small, bell-peal of a laugh escaped him. His graceful lips curled into a smile that lit up his entire face.
"Well," he chuckled somewhat breathlessly, "I don't bark either, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Swallowing his laughter, he lowered his hand and gave his silver hair a shake. It caught the light and glittered more brightly than a string of diamonds.
"Please don't feel like you have to stay back there," he told Eros gently. "I'm sure no one would mind if you joined us. And if they bother you, you can always leave, ne?" He cast his smile back over the others. There was a surprising fondness in his eyes - it was a rare person who just didn't give a damn when half of his group was from heaven and the other half from hell.