we're on the highway to

[chainrevolve]

WHO: The Black Order allies
WHERE: God, literally fucking everywhere.
WHEN: Whenever they get the call.
WHAT: A bunch of morons on their way to Kaisou.
WARNINGS: TBA

[A contingent of Black Order members see writing on the wall. And for their own respective reasons want to add to it. Just fill in the block letters spelling out "Rebellion" with their own names and their own contributions.

The Paranormal world will change, hopefully for the better.

They just, you know, have to get to the place it's all going down first!

((Make your own threads as planned, text other people who you know are in contact with one another even the ones also traveling, maybe even the ones in Kaisou if you wanna say who you're bringing around! This is entirely optional to chime into, it won't reflect the plot in any significant way. Call it a de-rust-er even.)) ]]

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truck gang truck gang

[umbranwatch]

[One would think that taking a truck to Kaisou is probably one of the last things to be expected from current Order Guardians. Usually it's by plane or train or perhaps even something nicer.

Then again, this isn't an assignment for any of them. There's a ruckus stirring in one of America's branches, and it is high time to see things change course. And Cereza is never one who likes things to stay still- not as Bayonetta, and not even now.

So long as there's still music, she'll keep dancing.

Or, well, she would, but it's funnier to be a crow and just waddle between two people and letting her ridiculous blue tailfeathers and crown make all of this more hysterical. If you ask her, personally, this is going to be one hell of a trip and she's absolutely delighted to partake in it.]

[3daystobounce]

[If you ask Raoul, he's a man of Mixed Feelings. The whole chex bag of it. Does he want to help, yes, does he want to be anywhere near the field, no, but dammit he can acknowledge that being on the scene is probably 99.99999999% more useful than Not.

Which is probably why he wound up physically coming along by way of Ardbert poking his head in, saying they were going for a drive, and then letting the full 30 sink in before Raoul bothered asking 'Hey, Bud, where are we...going again?'

And welp.

Raoul, hood on, scarf on, fuzzy companion in hands, apply directly to forehead-]

You're the last trustworthy thing here Sheerow, the last one...

[He'll get over it! The fact that he's saying that aloud, with Ardbert (and a crow) right there is proof of that.

....Hey speaking of which-]

...Hey whose bird is this anyway?

[Look at all that bird bling. Someone loved this bird.]

[heavyswing]

[Ardbert is just driving along in his old muddy work truck (which he loves very much), one hand on the wheel, the other idly dipping into a McDonalds bag between his knees and filching a fry. First one goes into his mouth. Then he grabs another one and offers it to the crow. Then he grabs a third one and offers it to Raoul, all without taking his eyes off the road. They'll get there probably after the others since he's no Velvet, but he's a safe and steady driver, and dependable as hell in an emergency.]

Ah, her? She's one of us.

[He reaches over with his fry hand and turns on the radio. It starts creaking out some fuzzy, just-in-range folk station.]

Not sure if she's a bird-turned-bird, or a bird-turned-bird, but she's nice.

[umbranwatch]

[Cereza, of course, listens to this chatter between Ardbert and Raoul and can’t help but be so amused internally. If the interior of the truck were larger, she’d have a grand old time simply turning back into herself. Still, there are ways to make this fun without interrupting their drive too much.

Of course, she happily takes the fry from Ardbert when it’s handed to her, munching on it quickly and swallowing before letting out a "caw" at Raoul. The next moment she’s hopped over to the window across Raoul’s lap, and flown out.

??????????????

Though, both Ardbert and Raoul will hear a British voice respond as a result, before Cereza taps a heel lightly on the roof of the truck.]

I would say I'm not quite like other birds– but then again, I am a witch.

[She’s on top of the truck and seems just fine with it as it is. Cereza, please.]