Jersey Girls

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It took a little while to drive to their destination.  After finding out the identity of the two women who apparently have a sinister interest in Corrine, Trevor and Sand arrive at the house.  It looks fairly affluent, but not exactly mansion material.

Sand got out of the car.  "Nice place."

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[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand had put his comm on mute once he got closer to the heat source. What will take Trevor a couple minutes to traverse took him seconds.

He peers around the corner, and sees three women. Two of which were the one in Corrine's dream. They were tending an immense fire in the center of the stone room - which looked about as big as the average medieval dungeon space and just as sinister looking. The third was consuling a large book in what appeared to be the library area.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, all three women look up, then at each other. Their eyes take on a slighly green glow.

"Priscilla"

"Hippolyta"

"Chantelle"

They speak together.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Oh hell.

Sand shifts under the ground, then moves beneath the floor, trying to get a sense of where to come in.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

...moving.

The three gesture in concert, and Sand is literally, forcibly, drawn back through the floor and in front of the threesome.

You are the...



...of time. You must be...

...eliminated.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

With that gesture, a shadowy form billows from the fire, and a demonic figure goes right after Sand.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand was caught completely off-balance by this. OK, we're dealing with mages. Fairly competent ones, so far.

The shadow slices at Sand's chest, claws ripping through the clothes on his chest. It stings, but not as much as it would a human. Sand counters with a shuffle side kick, but it goes right through the creature.

"Trevor, now would be a good time to show up."

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

"I'll take that as a 'get your ass in here'" Trevor says, sprinting the last leg of the corridor. As he runs his hands start to sprout tendrils of fire. The tendrils begin to interweave and connect, linking his hands in a column of flame as he enters the chamber.

"WHOA!" Trevor yells as he stops dead in his tracks. The fire flows from both hands into his left hand, where he lets it accumulate for a second before thrusting his hand forward. A jet of flame shoots across the opening straight for the creature, illuminating the chamber as it goes.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The fire flows through the demon, although there is a slight recoil as it approaches. Finding a new, more fleshy target, the demon charges towards Trevor.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Less heat, more light!" Sand said, hoping that the standard weakness of shadow creatures held form here.

Meanwhile, he gestures, and the entire house starts to shake. "Dispel him, or I'll bring this entire house down."

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

this house and your friend

to stop us? Somehow



Their eyes glow again, and mystic bolts emerge from each of their eyes, hitting Sand square in the chest.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor doesn't need to be told twice, and holds his ground as he clasps his still-burning hands over his head. As he closes his eyes, trying to ignore the fear, the fire intensifies. It grows in intensity and heat; first orange, then yellow, before finally passing over some invisible threshold and bursting out with blue-white intensity from Trevor's hands.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The creature, although not dispelled, screeches as he pulls up from the dive. But not before his claws find Trevor's abdomen.

As the glow of the attack dies, He sidles up for another approach.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor takes the swipe hard, falling to his back as the blunt trauma plate that Caleb insisted he incorporate shreds under the things claws.

Stupid stupid STUPID Trevor berates himself as he rolls, opening his eyes to make sure his guts are still on the side of the skin they belong on. They are, but Trevor can see that he'll have at least three rows of stitches running up his stomach by the end of the day. Assuming of course that he lives to see the end of the day.

Ignoring the streams of blood running down his shirt and jeans, Trevor looks up in time to see the shadow-creature coming in for another pass.

"Shit!" This time Trevor tries something new, throwing up a wall of fire, hoping to wrap it around the thing.

"If you have to bring this place down on top of us, do it, before this thing hits something that isn't armored, Sand!"