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The inside of the bus has taken on a few changes since it's time in Haven. The inside is painted a non-reflective silver, the pin-up girls long-since taken down/burnt/blown away. The ten speakers along the inside still remain, along with the speakers on the outside. There are three futon beds along the inside, one near the front, and two in the middle, each bearing two large blankets each and a pillow. No sheets: sheets suck. At the front is the audio console, controlling where the sound comes from and what comes out of it. Currently attached are a radio-mic and Arch's Ipod, complete with whatever song I say.

The bus itself stands about 20 feet high, and 35 feet long, and a half-wider than an average Matt bus. The outside is painted jet black, with choice lyrics written along it in red letters. In the stead of emergency exits on the side, there are two gold-wing hydraulic doors that can be opened from the remote on Arch's key-chain, or the inside. The rear panel of the bus can flip down, wheels on legs folding with it, allowing it to sit parallel with the floor of the bus. There's a grill in the back for when Arch wants to stop and BBQ.

The entire siding and frame of the bus is six inches of an unknown alloy, extremely dense and durable, and even able to heal itself over time. The same goes for the windows, which are all 3 inches deep and bullet proof. The bus, due to it's exceptional weight, uses an engine for each set of tires, there being six of said tire at each corner. Each engine is roughly 300 years ahead of the time, for the same reason the fuel source is a fusion reactor located in the front of the bus that allows Arch to put anything into it and power the bus. Alongside the audio console is a simple looking device with a switch and a dial. This is the device that allows the bus to drive along normal roads, or, for that matter, even dirt roads, without sinking in. It's an inertia moderator, a device that allows Arch to lessen the weight and momentum of the bus so that it can drive, but then increase it so that it can run a tank off the road.

In the back is a large fridge, stocked with Arch's home brew, and a few other food products, quite a few past the expiration date.

And to give reason as to why this vehicle cannot be broken into, it is protected by a few nasty choice spells of Arch's, one of which involves the removal of the offending car-jacker's p***s. Or growth of said, assuming they don't already have one.

Equipment stored in here
3 Digital cameras
4 Knives
Fifteen lamps
5 gameboys
3 sets of games ((Above curtosy of robbing the pawn shop))

The actual story-line thread part

Arch, now in his bus after escaping the police, and ripping the electric circle off, began to go through the file and Ruby's box. He scanned the medical records, finding out the significance of the date scribbled on, but was still unsure if Ruby wanted the info let out to the rest of the guild, so decided not to voice his finds, only that he made them. He locked the bus up, and went back to one of the futons and decided to take a slight doze.

Arch peaked an eye open, hearing the kick as he slowly stood up. He shoved some of the papers off of him, and walked over to the door. He opened it up halfway, seeing who it was.

"The hell yeh doin', yeh lil' shitlin?" Arch yelled at the kid, not getting a good look, just seeing the child kick at his stuff.

"Ah, tis you." Arch said, leaning agains the wall. "Well, consider the beer in yer hands my present. I were a bit occupied these past few whiles." Arch looked at Ora curiousley. "How the hell you gettin' so big so fast? You cannah be more'n 5."

"It'd be borin' to be occupied with somethin that wern't interestin." Arch commented as he popped the lid off of the beer, taking a swig and passing it back. "Ah was lookin' fer a gahl back from Haven. Did yeh ever meet Ruby when yeh were there?"

Arch glared at her after the last comment, but shrugged it off. "So the rebar thing really happened? I hear 'bout that, but figured it was a lie."
Arch motioned to the stack of papers. "I've got a rough time-line of when she left. I'm still looking for her, I hear she's in the city." Arch considered going on about the time line, but apparently most everyone else knows more than I, so it doesn't matter either way, does it Jess?

((A pox upon your head, to be sure))

"So what're you, the little crime boss of the city? Keepin' tabs on all the folks?" Arch chuckled, grabbing himself a beer. "You seemed to find me easy enough, not that I'm very much so hidden."