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[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Navigating through bleary signals and Constantine's direction, Hell really is a lovely place. Through what looked like the shallow outline of a town (minus anything that looked like people), and down and down, avoiding the locals, into desert.

Still, they haven't been turned wrong. Corrine can tell Caleb's signal is getting closer, there's maybe a few more miles between them. She's not quite sure why they're doing all this "shh!" moving, they could probably toss any stupid little thing they come across. One of them could just go ahead and retrieve him, and there wouldn't have to be all this walking.

Yeah, she's grouchy. It happens. And it looks like there's activity up ahead... there's certainly a lot of noise getting louder.

"That sounds like more of the 'not awesome'."

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[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Corrine should not be laughing at a time like this. To Trevor, "They'd catch up with us long before we got out, 'specially if the doormen give us another headache. And I really like my arms."

Tefe's looking... weirder, but they said this would happen. "'Keeping them busy' wouldn't result in inevitable limb-loss? 'Cause grow back or not, that kind of sucks." And, yes, she heard what Travis said but anything to get them home faster. "This is real easy. I teleport over there, teleport back here plus one, go home. Even got 'distraction'. Easy. Ea-sy!"

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand stares. There really isn't much in the superhero handbook. "Travis, your concerns are duly noted, but this is our only shot at getting out of here without bloodshed." He looks at Corrine. "Do us a favor and don't miss. Tefe, be prepared for additional distractions if something goes wrong." He then looks at Constantine. "If you have a better plan, sir, now would be the time to share."

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Travis nods, not about to argue, given the odds. He focuses for a moment, having the ring keep an eye on Corrine's condition, having gotten used to filtering the information from his similar 'watches' on Ms. Lane and on Mar'i in the past.
*Alright, but you're our ticket out. I'm keeping track of you if this goes badly.* he sends to just Corrine.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Only better plan'd to not be here right now." He shrugs, pretty much anything they do at this point will have to be making it up as they go. The weapon he brought with them won't kill this many and it would royally piss them off.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Blah, blah, blah. Army= bad, but dodging the thing completely makes it a whole lot less bad.

"Ten seconds, tops." And she's gone in a flash.