Jersey Girls

[sand_hawkins]

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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[hotshot1280]

Trevor looks at it, perplexed. He's driven past it more times than he can count when he lived in the area.

"Yeah," he agrees, his attention still distracted. "I'm just trying to figure out how someone from around here would even *know* a member of the Justice Society, much less want her dead."

"So do we knock on the door, or what? The people I get in fights with aren't usually house calls."

[sand_hawkins]

"Lets take a look around the place." Sand looked around the house. There was no obvious garage, and the driveway was devoid of cars. It was possible that the bartender may have called them to tip them off.

They walk up to the house. Everything about it looks completely normal.

And quiet. Eerily quiet.

Sand thinks for a moment. He doesn't remember Trevor ever being given a signal device. "Given the bartender's testimony and Corrine's own memories, we have to assume that they're hostiles to some degree. Therefore, the direct approach probably won't get us much. I'm going to go scout. Once I come up from the ground, I'm going to use the signal device to ring your cell. Keep it on, and be ready."

Then he stops, and visibly winces. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting your abilities. Can you track to see if there's any humanoid heatsources in the house?"

[hotshot1280]

"No need to apologize," Trevor tells him, his eyes darting around as he approaches the house. The lawn of this house is a lot more open than the places he's used to operating, but nonetheless he looks around for tripwires and traps. "It might be easier if I can get closer contact, though."

Trevor steps up to the house, laying his palms against the vinyl siding. "No guarantees, but here goes."

With that Trevor closes his eyes, reaching around with his mind to look for any heat that wouldn't be produced by the house or its appliances.

[jla_extras]

On the levels of the visible floors, nothing out of the ordinary - the furnace and water heater is in the back.

However, about 100 feet below that, are four heat signatures. Three are human baseline temperatures. The fourth is centrally located and is larger, and more free-flowing, in structure, as if the heat source wasn't currently being contained.

[sand_hawkins]

Sand's body begins the shift to its massive silicoid form, but not soon enough as the blast sends him flying back towards the center of the room.

In this form, his strength and invulnerability is increased but he doesn't have as much fine control over the earth. Then he gets an idea.

He gets up and shoves his shoulder into the firepit/cauldron device in the center of the room. It shakes visibly.

[monstersociety]

NO!

Step away

RIGHT NOW

Another gesture, and Sand is FORCIBLY moved through the air into the wall near where Trevor was facing the shadow demon.

[monstersociety]

With the fire being not as bright, the demon fears the fire less. It sails through...

[sand_hawkins]

but as the claw begins to strike Trevor, Sand connects hard with a palm strike to the chest, sending the shadow demon flying backward. It discorporates enough to sail through the cauldron, but it's still stunned.

"It has to solidify to attack, but I don't want to depend that much on timing." Sand says through his teeth. "Can you see their heat signatures with your eyes closed?"

[hotshot1280]

Trevor continues covering Chantelle with one burning hand extended toward her, keeping one eye on Priscilla as he does. A good deal of sand seems to have accumulated on his bloody clothes, as well as in the gouges across his abdomen, but his eyes stay on his targets and he tries to ignore the pain each breath brings.

[sand_hawkins]

Sand glares at the three. "What did you do to Corrine Bertrand last night?"

[monstersociety]

Nothing she wouldn't...

...do to herself. Like a famous movie...

once said, "Drunk, fat and stupid...

...is no way to go through life."

[hotshot1280]

Trevor's eyes blaze a little brighter in the room's dimness, and his other hand comes up blazing, this one pointed at Priscilla. The hand pointed at Chantelle also glows brighter briefly, and a wreath of flames springs up around Chantelle's neck.

"I don't know about my friend here, but I am not in the fucking mood for movie quotes. Now what did you put in her drink?"

[hotshot1280]

As Trevor stretches the last piece of tape over his chest, his phone starts playing ACDC's 'Hell's Bells.'

"About time, dude" Trevor mutters after spitting the roll of tape he had been holding in his mouth back into his pack. He only has one number set to play that ring tone.

"Cal!" he says by way of greeting when he picks up, snagging his t-shirt out of the pack and pulling it over his head. "Where are you?"

[caleb_z]

“The Black Dragon,” he says. “I just had some drinks with Constantine, and I remembered you called me yesterday.”

"Is everything alright?"

[hotshot1280]

Trevor nods at Sand as he juggles the phone back and forth to finish putting his shirt on.

"No, everything isn't all right. Someone poisoned Corrine, and just used some kind of shadow thing to try to gut me."

"How fast can you get to Corrine's place?"

[caleb_z]

Suddenly, Trevor has Caleb’s complete attention. Good thing I only has 2 shots.

“I can’t teleport directly to the property … nature of the laylines and all. I, uh … hmmmmm”

He stops for a moment to think. It has been quite a while since he’s been to Kenton. “We could meet at the 7-11 on Church Street. Then it’s only a matter of how fast you can drive.”