Whirlwind didn't reply to Crystal's rough statements. He stood there, silently. She was drunk, angry, and on the run from the law. This was basically the worst case scenario. "Right now Crystal, you need to take a deep breath. Then you are going to put the bottle down and we are going to go find Waiola. I'm sure she's really freaked out right now, she might even be getting arrested as we speak." Whirlwind replied in a calm, sing-songy like fashion.

"Do you want to make that a bet?" Waiola hissed back at Juliettee. Bluebird stood there, watching the silly girl make her threats. The korean woman scowled. How did Crystal stand this girl's annoying retorts? "I have no identity to protect, I shouldn't even be here-!" Before she finished, she felt a sharp, painful blow to her face. Before she knew what had happened, she was sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the sky.

"You need a f***'n timeout, Chickadee." Bluebird growled, her fist still out stretched and hovering in the spot where Waiola's face had been. She just falco-punched a pregnant rape victim. Well, she had done much worse. "Think about what you're doing, 'cause you certainly didn't think about it before when you and your f***buddy killed the frat boy bitch over there!" She yelled, gesturing in the direction she and Juliettee came.

Crystal's heavy breathing increased. Suddenly, she threw the bottle at him with tremendous force, not caring whether or not it hit him; regardless, it was going to hit something. That's the moment when the scarred woman looked exhausted, because she was. Her head was pounding and her mind felt like it was swimming through cobwebs. "Fine," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you're going to have to carry me there, my powers aren't working."

Juliettee kept her ground, barely moving an inch as Waiola threatened her. Her features were cold and set like stone, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. The only reason she moved was to gasp and cover her mouth in surprise as Bluebird punched the other across the jaw. "There is no need for any more violence or shouting. Someone could he-" She was cut short when she heard some policemen and their dogs heading towards them. "Oh great," the angel sighed in exasperation. She then held up her hand towards the entrance of where they were and the direct opposite way. Her eyes glowed white, while she spoke a soft prayer in her Angelic language, as the policemen and dogs stopped at where they were. But they didn't react. One called that they was nothing there and carried on.

Whirlwind, at first, reached up to caught the bottle. But with the thanks to his super-fast-thinking-skills, he realized that that wouldn't be such a smart idea and let the bottle smash against the wall. "Fine." Whirlwind shot back in a calm matter. Her powers weren't working? That was weird. He picked up Crystal and the world around them blurred together as he sprinted for where Juliettee's communicator single was coming from.

Waiola sat there, stunned. Her face suddenly was hurting really bad. She sat up, cradling her suddenly-swelling cheek. "THE F*** IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" She screamed at Bluebird. She was suddenly regretting handing her pin over. She watched Juliettee perform her magic or whatever, scowling. "Why are you doing this?! if you don't hand me over, then they're going to take Crystal!" She didn't bother getting up.

Juliettee snapped her head towards Waiola, her eyes burning brightly. "Quiet!" She shouted in a loud and commanding voice, maybe even more so than Bluebird's. The angel dropped her hands to her sides. "Both of you are at fault here, and I certainly believe that punishment is essential, but you are both beings that typical humans will not be able to comprehend. So, if you want to go to jail so badly, then just be patient and your wish will come true."

Crystal generally didn't liked to be held, especially by a male, but she was going to have to tough it through for the moment. She watched the world blurr past them before he stopped running. Once as she saw Waiola, she leapt out of WW's arms and skidded over to her.

Waiola grit her teeth, her jaw locking as she glared Juliettee down. Bluebird stood there, making a 'can you believe the bullshit I have to deal with?' face. Whirlwind let Crystal go, but saw the tension so he blurred over to Juliettee's side. "What's going on here?" He asked in a confused tone.

"Catfight." Bluebird replied boredly. Whirlwind glanced at Juliettee, she punched Waiola? That didn't sound right. "Oh, and I was the one who hit Waiola." Bluebird confessed, no hint of fear or guilt in her voice. Another typical wednesday afternoon for her.

Juliettee huffed, crossing her arms. She turned her head when Whirlwind appeared, her beyond irritated features not changing. "Qu'allons-nous faire à leur sujet?" She spat out, her true French accent coming out sounding crisp and quick.

Crystal shot a glare towards Bluebird. Sure she was angry, but she wasn't stupid enough to fight her old mentor. The scarred woman helped her girlfriend to her feet, giving her a sympathic look, before turning her head back towards the others. Sadly, she didn't know French but she could guess what the angel said.

"Hé, ne me demandez pas! Tous les trois sont des têtes chaudes et c'est un gâchis que je ne veux pas me faire prendre!" Whirlwind replied in a near-perfect french accent. He had been polishing his french skills. He looked to the trio of stubborn women. "Should we call backup?" He whispered to Juliettee quietly enough that only the angel and Bluebird, with her super hearing and all, could hear him.

Waiola allowed Crystal to help her up but refused to look at anything but the ground. Her tongue ran over her teeth, making sure they all were still there. "Well, if you're not going to arrest me, I'd like to have my pin back." She said, holding her hand out towards Bluebird. Bluebird raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I wanna do that. At least not yet, Chickadee." She looked to Whirlwind. "Shut it, you lil' baby." She said, crossing her very muscular arms. "You two are going to come back to the cave with us. Chiron will check both of you losers out and then we'll talk about what f***'n dirt covered zombie shit happen'd today."

Juliettee looked towards her boyfriend, pursing her lips at his answer. She opened her mouth to answer his English question but was cut off by Bluebird. She frowned at the woman calling Whirlwind a 'baby'. Her gold and green eyes shifted over to the lesbians.

Crystal let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I hope Alex isn't back from his trip," she thought aloud, speaking under her breath. "He's going to kill me." It was hard to tell whether or not she actually meant it, but if anyone knew the dragon man then they would know he wasn't too kind to Crystal when she did stupid stuff. Crystal saw no point in trying to run any longer as well. It's not like she could geo-leap at that moment.

Whirlwind pretended he didn't hear Bluebird's 5th grader grade name-calling. He'd been called worse at school. "The faster we get to the cave, the faster we'll fix this." He said to Crystal and Waiola, not looking at either of them as he glanced at Bluebird. "Do you have the zeta beam thingy?"

"Soooo, descriptive. I coulda eaten a bowl of alphabet soup and sh*ted out a more intelligent question that piece of fart." WW thought the same thing about BB's attempts at being tough. The long haired woman pulled out a weird clicker like device and pressed the button. Suddenly, the entire group was standing back in the cave.

Chiron senses the heart beats of 5, no, 6 lives enter the headquarters. He flew down from his opening in the ceiling and landed onto the soft carpet. "Is anyone here harmed?" He asked, looking over Waiola and Crystal. Waiola had some blood on her, but Waiola had basically bathed in it.

Crystal blinked and they were all back at HQ. Her anger was slowly being replaced with nervousness as it became harder for her to remember what she had done. But that just made her mad so it was just an endless cycle of nervousness, anger, and forgetting. The scarred woman glanced towards Chiron then down at her bloodied self. "I'm not harmed," she grumbled in reply. Slowly, the dried and wet blood on her skin and the blood soaked into her clothes transformed into deep red garnets that simply disappeared, only able to glitter for a second.

Juliettee hugged her arms to her chest, folding her wings closer to her back as they were teleported to HQ. She wondered who was going to deal with the mess and how.

Waiola frowned, not looking at Crystal. She felt embarrassed for some reason. She didn't say anything to anyone. Whirlwind frowned, looking from Waiola to Chiron. "I think we're all good in the health department." He replied quickly, walking passed the lesbians, the brawn, and his girlfriend. "But we do really need to figure out what's going to happen."

"Should we call the big shots, or just deal with it ourselves?" Bluebird asked, crossing her arms, her lower, nude-colored lip pursed forward in a pissed-off manner. Chiron looked to both Crystal and Waiola. "First, I wish to speak to both of these women, privately." He said. "Please, follow me?" He requested in a soft manner, gesturing down the hall.

Waiola followed the alien man down the hallway, barely waiting up for Crystal. Chiron led them to an interrogation room, a room that had been used maybe once or twice during the time that Chiron had been stationed at the Cave. Upon entry, Chiron used his telekinesis to bring over three chairs, one on one side two on the other, to the table. "Will you take a seat, please?" He asked, sitting on the side that had one seat.

Crystal groaned. She didn't want to talk, she just wanted to get her punishment over with. She let out a heavy sigh, then followed after her girlfriend and Chiron. It was hard for her to say no to Chiron since he was so nice and had been around since she was a child. "Si no vuelvo, dile a Alex que vaya al infierno!" She called to her nephew before disappearing out of his sight. When they got to the interrogation room, she looked at the table and frowned. She stepped over to a chair opposite of Chiron, turned it around so the back was facing towards the alien, then sat down with her arms crossed over the back and her head rested on her arms. Her feet barely touched the ground, only her toes brushing the ground.

Waiola glanced at Crystal as she sat down. She didn't comment on the way the fighter was sitting.

Chiron merged his hands together into one fist in front of him, his fingers lacing together which one another. "What occurred today only an hour or so ago?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or if you cannot tell me what had occured, please explain why it occurred." He requested, mainly looking at Crystal's back, waiting for her to answer.

Waiola's voice was to answer. "A dick died. He died because he was a horrible person." She watched Chiron frowned at her simple answer. She saw a glimmer of something she had never seen before in Chiron's eyes.

((I meant to describe that Crystal was facing Chiron, just sitting like a 'dude' lol))

Crystal didn't say anything as Waiola spoke up. Her light blue eyes simply traced the lines on the ground. "A smashed his head into the wall because of what he did to her," she murmured a minute after Waiola told her response. "He made me mad and I just sort of lost it." She could hear her heart quickly pounding in her head and it hurt like h*ll. "You really shouldn't be surprised I did this. Ariana has done a lot worse, it runs in our family," she commented under her breath with a sigh.

Whoops xD

IC: "Your reaction is...understandable." Chiron noted to the two girls. "That, however, does not make it right, as I am sure both of you know. We are in a the "sticky situation", are we not? You two both have fought so hard for justice, but now you have done wrong in the eyes of the law." Chiron explained, rubbing his chin.

Waiola jumped to her feet, hitting her fist against the table. She lost it. "Where was the law when I was raped!? Where was the law when those other girls were raped!?" She snapped, blinking quickly as if to blink away tears. She was getting emotional and she didn't know why. She swallowed hard, letting out a deep, shaky breath as she sat back down, hating how calm Chiron looked. "I-I hate this." She whispered before sitting down.

Chiron tilted his head, looking at Waiola with soft eyes. "I understand, Waiola, truthfully, I do," He replied earnestly, "so, please, I beseech you, help me figure out a solution to this problem. You two do not belong in a place such as jail, especially if you are carrying a child." The alien healer said, gesturing to Waiola.

Waiola looked down at herself. She hadn't even talked to Crystal about...the baby. She didn't know what she was going to do with a kid that shouldn't even be there, but first they had to deal with staying out of jail. "What if little white-boy just fell and hit his head and we left it at that? That could work, right?"

Crystal turned her head to look up Waiola as she shouted. The baby...she had forgotten about that little detail. "Have you met Batman?" She asked her girlfriend rhetorically. "The man is overly keen on justice, if he hears about this, it's not going to be dropped." The scarred woman tapped her fingers against her arm. "I could ask if Ariana can just erase the evidence, that'll solve our issue," she grumbled, glancing towards Chiron. "If that doesn't suit your fancy, I'm the one who smashed the f*ckboys head in, she had nothing to do with this, so we can just send me to jail."

"I'm still accessory, if anything else." Waiola shot back at Crystal. "We're in this together, babe, so we both need to shut up and try to be the hero for the other." She looked at Chiron. "I have an idea, but you're not going to like it Chiron."

Chiron sighed, looking up at Waiola. "What is it?" He asked quietly. Waiola lowered her voice. "Can you heal a dead body?"

When Rick's body arrived at the morgue for the autopsy, the only injuries he sustained were those from an unfortunate fall after he hit his head against the corner of a dumpster. Waiola and Crystal were two passing girls who had tried to help him. There was no strong evidence that suggested other wise besides the testimony of three of Rick's sky-high friends.

Waiola was laying down on Crystal's/Dragon's couch. Her eyes were closed, but she certainly wasn't sleeping. One of her arms was pillowing her head, the other one rested across her slightly doming stomach. The Rick problem seemed to be done for now, but where was she supposed to go from here?

Crystal had honestly thought that she deserved punishment for what she did, but she didn't argue with Waiola's idea. It seemed to work so she kept her self-demeaning thoughts to herself. Now that the two were back at her apartment, she had time to think and try to fully remember what she had done. The Spanish woman padded past the couch, her eye catching on her seemingly-slumbering girlfriend, but she knew better. "Babe, if you want an actual pillow, or somewhere comfier to lay down, my room isn't but a few feet away," she told her softly.

"I'm good." Waiola replied dryly, not opening her eyes. She was hella uncomfortable, but she was used to it. Feeling comfortable seemed uncomfortable. That might be why she prefered to live on the streets than in a building with beds or whatnot.

Crystal blew out a breath, frowning down at her. "If you say so," she grumbled. She stood still for one more moment to watch over Waiola before walking over to the kitchen area. "Do you want anything to eat?" She offered, opening the fridge to peer in. Since the little...incident, it felt tense in the air whenever to two were alone. She didn't like it.