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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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[johns-demons.livejournal.com]

It's probably not the expect he was looking for. Ellie shudders all over when he hits her with the blast then licks her lips like a sated cat.

"Oh thank you lovely boy, all that pain was lovely."

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Not quite what he'd intended, that would have rattled most people's brains pretty severely - but then this bitch is definitely not a person. On the other hand, it does buy him a moment.
By the time she's responding, Travis is already moving, up and back, carrying Corrine, starting to gently probe the nature of her wounds to determine how much is just claws, and how much is physical, whether there's any enchantment to them, or poison - running through the assessments at the speed of thought, without bothering to respond to Ellie.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

At first Corrine didn't really feel much of anything, and then pain that felt like the entire world collapsing on her. She faints before she screams.

There's a lot of blood, and already the mystical aspects of her make-up are trying to mend the physical damage. The taint of the infernal and the ambience of this place is slowing the healing, and even making the wound seem to bleed worse.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Reading Corrine reminds him of the mirror - scars intertwined with magical patterns, combined with solid physical reality.
He should have scanned her before she left, gotten to know what her pattern is *supposed* to look like as well as he knows his own or Mar'i's. This would be a lot easier to put back together.

So instead he takes a different route - hiding the pair from most means of detection, he begins 'reading' her spell and magical energies, concentrating utterly on soothing the knots and scars of twisted magic, to enhance her natural healing magics, and help them work properly, even here.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Corrine's not terribly differently constructed than most people. The physical is all there as it should be, but down on a cellular level, membranes are replaced with tiny magical 'blueprints'. The magic will only repair the physical so far, enough to keep her alive, but Travis's interference is making at least that much possible.

She's starting to come around, blurrily, but the healing isn't done and the pain is still near-blinding. The sound of battle makes her head swim. "Bad?"

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

His eyes are closed, not that that matters much, save as a sign of concentration, as he fights his way past the magical scarring to 'read' the blueprints of her spell, and enhance its effects while easing away the tangled bits of darker magic.
His telepathic voice is softer than usual, a hint of mental sedation behind it. *The others are holding their own... by the skin of their teeth. Your small intestine is being held in by less than that. But we're going to get Caleb and get out of here, just a matter of figuring out how.*

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

The blood flow is slowing as the internal begins to heal. Corrine's feeling groggy but clearer every second, and she tries not to let the thought that they're going to be slaughtered permeate her thoughts. She just needs to get back up and in the fight.

Lending her assistance to the healing, she finally sits up and already trying to stand. The pain is minimizing... a few more minutes... "How screwed... are we?"

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

One useful thing about most Green Lanterns - confidence abounds. Whatever he says, he still sounds calm, reasonable, and absolutely sure of himself, even when being put through hell. Literally in this case.

*The others are holding for the moment. I'm trying to put you back together ASAP, which keeps me from monitoring them much, or going five rounds with your playmate down there. We have two down, but alive, no other casualties yet, and you're stitching up nicely, but if you try to push yourself too fast right now, you'll still rupture a couple organs... I'm working on that. We'll get through this.*

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

A bloody cough backs his words. Corrine cracks a grin thinking about how much the pep-talk sounds so Tara. So the panic is down and the pain is moving to 'miniscule'. Everything else will wait.

"Right. Focusing on healing... so I can gut her appropriately..."

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

*Depends... you want to return the favor more, or find Caleb and get moving? I'm working on getting a lock on him, now that you're patching up more on your own.*