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The laden aircraft landed, first by placing the Peterbilt cab down, then coming to a rolling stop before them. One of the wings one of the wings seemed to flow like sand when it landed, becoming an escalator up to the elevated cockpit.

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Inside the spherical cockpit, it was just as said. Normally comfortable room for 5, and one pilot, even the pilot was sharing a seat with someone. There would be room enough though, as long as everyone kept their pokey bits from each others eyes and sensitive parts.

...speaking of which. Eileen blushed, while a barbie-sized doll with four red cylinders on its arms and legs covered her mouth to snicker.

And weak as he was, Allen would try to break himself free from Vahn's grip and step into the cockpit. If that didn't work, he would either be dragged in by Vahn, or go in after he was let go.

Either way, he would settle himself in as much as he could while bleeding, and then blink a bit in surprise.

"James? What're you doing here?"

It didn't surprise Rage terribly much that nobody was interested in joining him; and in that same token he really didn't want anyone not already in a vehicle holding onto him for dear life.

Insert status quo post here; Rage standing on Ryuji's back who's probably flying along the plane. Arguing ensues between dragon and rider.

Z or R tapped twice.

And rather than a long uncomfortable silence for why he was with Allen's ally, in some sort of military secret private jet, with the young female pilot sitting in his lap with a beet red face... and a wet t-shirt.

Rather than THAT awkward silence, James waved once and then put his hand back on Eileen's hip.

"Me? Making friends. What about you?"

Looks like Team Kitten Hats blasting off agaaaaaaaaaaaain~!

"Hold!"



There was a figure making fast tracks through the snow toward the evacuation ship. An armored figure covered in s**t- literally, he was covered in s**t from at least the knees down- and a man equally covered in sewage approached. Of course, this companion was in all appearance a bloody sleeping mess thrown over the back of the New Knight, waving down the plane as he ran toward, carrying this mysterious, bloody mess.

It was surprising, after all of the conflict, how readily it was remedied. Roxsokael arranged passage for himself and even this body easily enough, and made greeting to Rage and Vahn, and the unconscious Athan, unsurprised upon finding that it had been no single one of Fracture's persons whom saw the similarity in this city's malady.

Squeezing in where he could, Kael tried to find some space (that preferably had him not sitting on any guys or shoved next to them- taken or not, he'd rather be sandwiched between ladies if it came down to one or the other) and sat himself in for the ride.

Setting the helm in his lap, the swordsman, laid his headback, shutting his eyes, glad at last to have a chance for a rest.



"-'ey, 's'there any beer in'ere!?"

Every Hero of Yore needed his booze.