Something wicked this way comes...

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He had been waiting for over 20 minutes.  They were taking their sweet time getting here.  Potion had about maybe 15 minutes to go, and it was still short one ingredient.  No sign of the Chimp yet, but hopefully he's at least tried to contact and, getting no answer, is calling the cavalry in as we speak.

Then he hears rustling from the woods, behind the house.  Figures, they're coming from the wrong direction.

He moves inside - hoping that by doing that, Hotshot and Green Shield, flanking him within the woods from each side, follow parallel.  He moves through the house, not even bothering to acknowlege Brainwave.

He gets out the back door when he sees the barn explode in a ball of fire.

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[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor feels the air around his head... shimmer is really the only word for it, and instinctively throws his still-burning hands up, igniting the phosphorous.

Trevor takes a moment to reflect on the irony of the fact that the air around his face and head burning he can handle fine, it's just the phosphorous that could would kill him. Another sweep of his hands send the fireball at Shimmer as he does his best to keep it burning.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The fireball flies past Shimmer, and it brushes her face enough to cause a burn on her right cheek. She then hears Psimon's instructions - then turns towards Tefe Holland, changing the air around her entire body to Prometon, which is a concentrated form of vegetation killer.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Psimon goes right after Trevor's head, reaching down deep and pulling up everything that's bubbling down there right now. From the initial hit, there's a ton of conflicted feelings even on the surface - he digs deeper.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

For a moment, everything Trevor feels fights for room at the surface of his mind. Corrine, as they lay together that night during Christmas, ripping his heart out with a single joke. Can we promise never to speak of this again? 'Cause I still think you're an ass. His anger at Caleb that he won't even let himself know exists; It all explodes in his mind. Before he can do more than voice a scream of rage, hurt, and fear it's gone, as are the grounds of Corrine's house.

He's still in a back yard, but it's the yard outside the house where he lived with his mother and his biological father. The perspective on everything is lower, and why not? He's five, and the wooden lawn chair that he incinerated in that first burst of power is still smoldering. God, no. No, not again.

Back in the fight, Trevor hits his knees, shaking his head as if to negate the memory, but in his mind, all the denials and attempts at negation mean nothing. And then he's there. Trevor's daddy, for the last time he's in front of Trevor, kneeling before he gets into his car. The eyes are the same blue as Trevor's, and the love that Trevor yearns for in his dreams more than twenty years later is there. It's the love that dried his tears when he got hurt, but now it's tainted with fear. Fear of what Trevor has done, and Trevor knows, at five and at twenty-eight, fear of him. He's made his Daddy afraid of him, and Trevor knows that now his Daddy is going to leave, and never come back.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

He shouldn’t interfere. Every bit of his inner tactician is screaming for him to remember that his lot is merely to protect Corrine, and that any deviation from that – even to protect his best friend – could potentially draw attention to, and thus endanger, his charge.

This logical portion of his psyche is overwhelmed by another part, though: The part that is looking at his best friend, and who knows his friend well enough to know what the only memory that could bring him down like this is that of his deadbeat father departing on a twenty year quest for a pack of cigarettes.

It’s only through an amazing force of will that he refrains from throwing a bolt of lightning into Psimon, and instead hurls a flashbang grenade. It’s sudden, brilliant flash against eyes whose pupils are dilated for darkness should disorient anything whose face is to it.

With any luck, Hotshot’s so busy trying not to think about it that his eyes will be closed…

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The flash has the desired physical effect; however, the fact that there's an alien worm riding mental shotgun means that there's a certain level of detatchment between physical reaction and mental ability. Despite the physical recoil, Mr. Mind maintains the assault on Hotshot's senses.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

At least he does until a touch on his shoulder rips the connection out violently like a phone cord from the wall.

Brainwave lashes out mentally against Psimon, releasing his new friend from his clutches...but then he realizes who's there.

YOU!?!

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Psimon rolls over...and stares in the eyes of his previous accomodations.

"Henry King, as I live and breathe. Good to taste you again."

And the battle of wills begins.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor gasps as his senses shift back to reality. He can feel the tears wetting the fabric of his mask, and as he struggles to his feet, he sees Psimon. He only knows what he's seen on television about these people, but Psimon seems like the only one who could have done that to him.

"You," is the only word Trevor can grit out between his clenched teeth as twenty years of pain and emptiness crash in on his consciousness. The next thing he knows he's looking through a curtain of flame as the air itself ignites around him. He struggles for a moment to temper the rage, then both arms spring forward, throwing the flame at Psimon as a solid wall. As it goes, the fires continue in hsi eyes and around his gloved hands.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The flame engulfs both Psimon and Brainwave, neither of whom saw it coming. And it hurts both individuals. But both Psimon...

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

...and Brainwave use their powers to ignore the pain, and fight on.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Trevor turns around right into a backhanded fist from the merged Magique. Not Superman level, mind you - but definitely stronger than that one run-in you had with the Hellgramite.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor tries to roll the punch as best he can, but in his opinion, YMCA karate doesn't spend nearly enough time on seven-foot tall witch-amalgams. The shot sends him flying back toward the trees and he lands in a heap with stars in his eyes. Magique is also in his line of sight, though, and through a haze of rage, pain, and adrenaline, trevor recognizes the thing in front of him for what it is. Something to hit.

Trevor jumps to his feet, swinging his left hand wide several feet in front of the joined witches. A wave of solid fire flows from his hand as he swings, rippling outward toward Magique as it grows.

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

Ok this is so annoying, she lets her body fall apart and the little bits of matter that she drew together fall with little plops onto the ground.

New ones are drawn together outside the weedkiller zone making a new body.

"You people are SERIOUSLY pissing me off!" now if she was only sure who had done that, she'll just have to change tactics.

crouching down her hands touch the ground and meld with it, and the world comes to life. Plants snap and snarl and grab at anyone she thinks is a bad guy, and they all start giving off so much pollen the air seems to fill with a haze.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

A few seconds after Tefe begins, the Trio (who are now the ONE, now 7 feet tall, with the facial features shifting randomly between the faces of the three mages) figures out what's going on - this isn't a human being at all, but a living plant, puppeteered from another source.

Knowing that, it takes very little to simply cause the connection to that body to simply cease to exist. Magic's fun like that - when all else fails, dispel.

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

It was her own fault for attacking blindly and not smartly, Ra's would be rolling his eyes at her from where ever he was right now and she deserved it.

All she could do for a few moments while gathering more material to make a new body was watch from the Green and try to figure out who was attacking who and why.