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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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[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Hotshot feels that two-minute warning slip at least a minute as the Outsiders' biggest gun goes down, and reaches down deeper than he's ever gone before.

"Seat backs and tray tables upright and locked, people," Trevor mutters through clenched teeth. "We're preparing for lift-off."

Newton's first law of physics states that energy can be neither created nor destroyed. No one, even Trevor himself, knows where the energy comes from that he manipulates as fire, but he knows very well where the energy to manipulate that energy comes from. It comes from his will, and as he watches Caleb's attempts to stand upright and Tefe's struggle to stay human, he forces all of his will into the edges of the dome protecting them. Inch by inch and foot by foot he forces the circle of fire through the ground, completing the sphere as the demon's swarm over them. Finally the edges touch, trapping several feet of dirt to protect his teammates from the flames, and Hotshot grins in accomplishment.

"By the way, if you need to hold onto something, I'd recommend against choosing the walls."

With that as the only warning, Trevor fires the protective sphere straight up, hoping to throw at least a few of the demons off in the process.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

Caleb just stands there as the group is lifted into the air, and begins floating towards the main body of the Outsiders. If he were at the top of his game, the sight of Ellie’s army would be rather intimidating, but he’s far from the top of his game.

A familiar feeling draws his attention to Corrine and Travis, alone in a mob of demons. “St-Stop!” Caleb calls to Hotshot. “Lantern and Merlynne are still down there!”

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Travis senses the group lifting off, hoping they've got Caleb, and are headed out. The situation isn't good for the two stranded folks, but they have a way out, and if he wasn't dividing his attention so much, he'd be making headway.
Trying to protect people and still maintain any kind of offense, especially when he usually thinks more in terms of support is an issue though.

When he hears the exclamation, he frowns, expending the energy to try and make contact. *If you can get out of here, do it. We'll manage.*
He'd just take them to the group, but there's too much in the way, which seems pretty well coordinated by the demon bitch.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

He doesn’t have the energy to reply telepathically, so he just hopes that Travis is still listening. “I don’t leave team-mates behind.” It doesn’t sound negotiable.

He returns his attention to Trevor. “Stay here!”

Corrine is as much a half-breed as Caleb is, though her inhuman piece is the essence of magic lending itself to her form. Magic is always what Caleb has been good at, being able to commune with it and feel it’s nature. He can even give it commands, which is how his powers work. He can’t give Corrine a command, though. She’s a sentient entity with a will of her own, not mindless magic. It doesn’t work like that. But he does believe he can communicate with her magical aspect, and give it a message: one he hopes will be taken directly to her conscious thoughts: We’re above you. Get Lantern, and phase into Hotshot’s bubble. Time is a factor.

His heart skips a beat while he examines her for any sighn that she ehard him.

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Below Trevor the shamans redirect their efforts towards Trevor’s new construct, attempting to weaken the energy on the bottom of the sphere, hoping to drop the floor out from under them. At the same time, waves of flying demons descend on the sphere, ramming it time and time again, keeping up as much pressure as they can muster.

On the ground, Corrine is making her way almost effortlessly past the demons, who are utterly terrified of her divine aura. The shaman she is charging, however, seems less impressed, opting to reply with a weave of unholy power before she can get to her.