JLA Watchtower (Archive)

He’s warm to the touch, having developed a fever in the past few minutes. Something is wrong with him, and it’s not immediately evident if Tefe is having any effect on it.

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He runs a scan, but shakes his head. "I don't know, this will take someone with more mojo than me. Good luck folks... I still have a bunch of work to do before I get back to trying to trace that signal. Give me a call if you need me, k?"

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"Sure." She's distracted by what's going on with Caleb, he's almost physically ok but it's like he's got poisoned somehow.

The blood coming up is just the throwing up and straining blood vessels, she eases the physical symptoms.

It seems like something similar to what happened to Ra's with the pits, corruption of some sort but in Caleb's case it's already fading and will work itself out in a few days.

"I think you'll live. If you get to feeling sick again let me know I can keep you from throwing up your toenails but the rest isn't physical." Ra's cells were altered by the corruption, this is different. Maybe she could cure it, maybe she couldn't but its a lot of energy for something that's going to pass on its own.

"Feel any better?"

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There’s an odd mental calm about him. Once her power began to have an effect, it took away the pain so quickly that it’s as though his body is wondering where the pain went.

“I-I believe so, yes.”

He leans forward, only to discover that he’s somewhat more sore than he thought he was. He sighs, and cautiously continues, coming so prop himself up on his hands. Caleb has no idea what’s wrong with him, but it’s fairly obvious that this woman does.

“What’s wrong with me?”

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"If I said I knew for sure I'd be lying." She gives him a hand as he sits up so he doesn't get too hasty about standing.

"I saw something like it once, corruption from magic that had tainted someone over centuries. What's in there feels a lot like that but it's fading already. You'll probably feel like crap for a few days, your body is trying to reject it which makes you feel miserable even though technically your fine physically."

"Whatever it was I wouldn't try to do that again it might stick next time."

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He’s silent at first, his hind running at a mile a minute. It’s working it’s way out of his system, so it’s just an irritation then, right? Not serious? He wants to accept that at face value, but corruptive mystical afflictions are rarely so cooperative as to take care of themselves. Still, this one appeared to be.

And once he rules out the possibility of a deceitful appearance, that will be a comfort to him.

“You needn’t worry,” he assures her as he stands, overruling his bodies objections. “That’s not in the cards.” He has no intention of sitting around and dwelling on the implications of his actions when there’s work to be done.

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She grins when he says that.

"Boy you do like to tempt the universe don't you. Even with your whole hybrid resiliance thing you're going to be kind of wobbly, don't pass out trying to be useful ok?"

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"He's gonna be okay?" Trevor asks, flickering his eyes between Caleb and Tefe. Seeing confirmation on their faces, Trevor looks around the infirmary, then back at Tefe.

"Do you need me here? If not, I'm going to go see if GL needs help on jackass round-up."

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"I think I'm good, go ahead and round up the idiots floundering around in the swamp." Then she makes a face.

"Oh and there's a guy in the middle of a big burned out spot that you should bring in, he might be a little low on blood."

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As he tries to stand, Caleb discovers that Tefe was right - Caleb is a bit unsteady on his feet. It doesn’t take him long to swallow his pride, and just admit to himself that he really can’t expect to be able to do much more good out there.

With a muted sigh, he pushes himself to his feet. “I, uh … I suspect your right. Still, I…” he looks around the ward. He rolls their situation around in his head. The patients are mostly tended too, the prisoners are mostly recovered, and the rest are being hunted. There really isn’t much left for him to do, and yet, the drive to contribute somehow is still present.

“I’ll stay here,” he forces himself to say. He may not want to, but it is the smartest thing to do. Sometimes he just needs that pointed out to him. “No sense in being added to the body count,” he says through a chuckle.

He turns to Hotshot. “…Good hunting out there.”

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"Thanks," Trevor tells Caleb, and hops onto his platform. "I'll bag a couple for you, so don't think you need to get out of that bed, man."

With that probably useless admonishment given, Trevor flies out the door and up through a hole blown in one of the hallways while singing under his breath.

"It's just one of those day, when you don't wanna wake up..."

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Around him, Fred Durst sings, but quietly enough for only Trevor to hear :

"Everything is fucked,
Everybody sucks.
You don't really know why,
But you want to justify,
Rip someone's head off."

*Sorry* comes the gentle telepathic tap.
*Scanning for voice patterns in case anyone has found somewhere to hide out where IR scans won't pick them up. Found a radio station feed... didn't realize anyone still played Limp Bizkit.*

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Between Travis, Brainwave, and Caleb, Trevor's at least gotten accustomed over the last few hours to telepathic communication to the point where his flight doesn't alter as the GL 'speaks.'

Yeah, just WTRVR broadcasting from high above scenic Belle Reve prison Trevor thinks, not sure how the sending aspect of it works, as he flies over the grounds. Beside the six-meter wide patch of scorched earth that Tefe told him to look for, the ground is also split and heaved by the individual efforts of Sand and Geomancer, and a couple of small brush fires that look like they were set by escaping inmates continue to burn near the edge of the field of battle. Have you pulled anyone out of that burned patch over there? Tefe kind of insinuated that she put someone down over there.

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Apparently the sending, just thinking loud enough, works fine.

*No... I didn't know, and I've been doing most of my scans by IR radiation or motion detection. Fire messes both of those up. You got it, or want some help?*

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Trevor chuckles both mentally and audibly as he alters course to come down in the middle of the ring of napalm.

Whoever it is, Tefe said they 'might be a little low on blood.' so I doubt they'll put up too much of a fight.

As he comes in to land, Trevor frowns, noticing an unburned patch shaped like a sprawled person nearly dead center in the middle of the carnage. A ruptured tank lays near it, the metal ticking softly as it cools. Trevor can also feel other bits of hot metal embedded in the ground around him, but the wounded inmate Tefe mentioned is conspicuous by his or her absense. As he draws the heat out of the metal to avoid the possibility of another fire, Trevor thumbs his comm.

"Tefe. Hotshot here. Who did you put down here? Becaue it looks like a bomb went off, but whoever was in the middle of it seems to have left."

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*Ok, give me a shout if you need an assist.* he replies, cutting off the radio feed, or at least searching out a station more to his tastes, and heading out into the swamp again.

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"It was a guy in a flame suit with a tank." How could he have gotten up and walked away?

"He was in an explosion but he was also cut up really bad, someone must have helped him leave."

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Trevor taps the button to mute the communicator for a second. No need for that kind of language to go over the comm. If this guy was wearing a suit that could protect him from an explosion, it can probably hide his body heat pretty well, too. The comm gets turned back on.

"Okay. I might not be able to follow your guy, but if someone helped him run off, maybe I can find them."

With taht, Trevor takes to the air again, skimming the trees and feeling for bigger heat signatures.

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