http://el-escarabajo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] el-escarabajo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2008-10-02 06:19 am (UTC)

One pile of bugs dragged Xander away.

Another pile of bugs was dispelled with a blast of blue energy, as a very disgusted looking armored superhero climbed out of it. They hadn't been trying to kill him or drag him off. It was like they thought he was a kindred buggy spirit or something.

"Ohmygod they tried to feed me a piece of Hudson!"

Wait, where was Paco?

No.

NO NO NO NO!

But he couldn't just run off looking for him. Unfortunately it did not work that way--he hated that it never worked that way. Not when you were a superhero.

But Paco knew that. There was some comfort in that at least.

Looking around the battlefield and noticing who was missing, and who wasn't, he quickly noticed the common thread.

Powers. No powers.

Except for one.

He called up one of the comm frequencies on a hunch, hoping their comms had been in with their belongings.

"Superboy! You're half-blind! You're not going to find them!"

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