Randy whispered to the little girl clinging to her to just play along with the stupid man, still not quite ready to enter into the situation herself, Skyler seemed to have it under control, until Rowen exploded. Alright, time to step in. She moved one arm away from the little girl clinging to her, and it felt heavy to put it on Rowen's shoulder to bring him back to earth.

"You really should learn how to be more considerate of other people's feelings," said Randy looking at Melvin, "I've yet to meet someone who took kindly to being told they should be on a leash, unless they're into the whole s and m sort of thing, in which case I don't want to know anyway, "she forced a smile then, but, even after Mary having healed her up some, she was still in rough shape. She was just sore, to put it simply. She hurt all over, muscles she didn't even know she had ached, and the remaining cuts and scrapes stung like a bitch. But, there was no rest for the weary. "Now, say you're sorry so we can go find the killer goo running around."

Speaking of Wilmer, Henry let out a girlish sort of yelp as he saw Rainbow get swallowed. Now, being a mad scientist had it's perks, such as toys. Or in this case, a pen sized object that could be used as an anchor. He hooked it to his belt, and pointed the other end at the ground, launching the spiked end in before he ran forward, right into Wilmer, grabbed the girl around the waist, and pressed the button that yanked them both out of the goo. "Heat," he panted, rummaging through his pockets for his portable laser. He had initially made it for when he was working on smaller robotics, which was often, which was why he thought he had it on him.

"High heat will cause the water in him to evaporate, which turns him into this crusty mass, which will just crumble, and you can't just moisten him up again after. I've tried..." He was starting to panic, his laser was no where to be found, and it was hard to run away from a goo with a battered girl over your shoulder, and if he couldn't turn around and laser it... This was going to end badly, wasn't it?

Randy ruffled Melvin's metaphorical feathers with her scathing comment. "Oh really? People take offense to being told they should be on a leash? Well I take offense to having my cellphone smashed by this brute." He wanted to point imperiously at the boy still over the half mangled corpse, but Mary's weight in his arms held him back. "You owe me another one by the way!" He growled at Rowen, glaring at him through his violet shades. He needed to get Mary into bed so she could recover conciousness in a stress-free environment. This need was causing him to shift restlessly, his body was itchin' to get a move on. Something held him back from just walking away, but he didnt understand why. They didnt need him there right? Killer goo was something from stories it wasnt real.

[Julia]
The girl disliked the male already, not only had he made an apparent lie stright to her face, or so she thought but his attitude made her pull a face at him, though when he tried to justify his insult to Rowen she wanted to go at him, but instead clung to Randy, simply shouting, as kids do, but with a wiser-than-her-years quote,
"Two wrongs dont make a right, you lying, nasty, sunglasses-wearing freak-man!!" She stuck out her tongue and hid behind Randy, clinging to her still tight as ever.

[A new challenger approaches!]
"Hey, Slimeball!" Some-one called, he wasn't stood too far away, though the darkness covered him, hiding him mostly, save for the glow of light off his furred collar and sleeve-ends. He didnt care if the creature got his attention but there was a clang and the sound of metal dropping away as a black steel baton broke a valve from a nearby pipe, this was quickly followed by a hissing sound as gas freely poured from the open wound of the pipe, best do this quicky.
The man leaped up onto a nearby dumpster, through a steel lighter that he flicked open in the direction of the pipe, the flame igniting a blast of fire aimed directly for the creature while the young man leapt away further, jumping around the scene quickly and quickly placing his arms around Henry and Rainbow's waists, hoisting them up onto his shoulders and leaping away from the outreaching blast, far enough to escape it, the gas reserves would be cut off soon anyway.
Upon landing he would stop, let them go and turn to look at the result of his work, before looking over his shoulder to Rainbow,
"Hey, Elizabeth! What in the heck were you thinking?? I wont be around forever you know, dont get yourself in so much trouble...!" He ran past them suddenly, almost as quickly as he'd appeared; he was leaving.

So much for playing along, "Hey," said Randy to Julia, "play nice or no dessert," it was such an automatic response from her, she was so used to saying it to the others, that it took her a second to realize she was talking to a child, not just someone who may as well been one. It almost made her laugh. Well, no one could ever accuse her of talking down to children, she spoke to them the same way she did adults apparently. "Name calling isn't nice," she said after, sounding a little unnatural playing Mother when she realized that it was a little girl clinging to her, not Law in a dress... Where was the demon, anyway? Rowen hadn't said anything about him being injured, which, meant he was probably fine, but, he had such a habit of getting into trouble, she couldn't help but wonder... And now she was the one being told to stay behind. This seemed backwards...

She glanced at Melvin, who was probably about ready to storm off, tuck his girlfriend into bed, and watch Buffy. Rowen was right, she probably should stick around the void when she was as wiped as she was and had a little girl clinging to her. "If you want, you can tuck her in at the apartment, it's just a few blocks that way, and for some reason keeping these two," referring to Julia and Mary, "out here seems like a bad idea," she glanced at Skyler, not sure if the harpy would want to go help Rowen or not. She posed the question with that glance, trusting her enough to let her wander off without orders or a mission statement, she knew the other woman could take care of things on her own.

Henry, meanwhile, was in shock. Giant explosions, Wilmer was dead, and some random guy swooping in to save him and this girl (Elizabeth, that was her name, right?) and then her collapsing. And he had gotten a hug. From a girl. Who wasn't related to him. Had he been a girl, he may have been less freaked out by the crying (and probably a little starry eyed about his rescue) but he stood there, completely clueless looking around for help. At her cry of help though, he dropped down to his knees next to her, put a hand on her back and said "What can I do? How can I help? I'm here, what do you need?" Henry may have been a clueless mad scientist, but, he was a decent guy, and when some girl was on the ground yelling save me, damn it, he would try.

Julia looked up whens he was addressed by the lady, when told to play nice she immediately lowered her head and clung closer or atleast as close as she possibly could, for a momentt hough she'd forgotten just what happened, but replacing fear and terror with anger wouldnt solve anything.
The girl looked up to Randy tugging at her shirt gently, her sakes were mostly gone, maybe just the cold was all that was bothering her now, but she didnt care all too much. right now she just wanted alittle attention, before quietly announcing,
"My name is Julia... Ma'am... And that man... He... H-he..!" Unable to finish her sentence she burried her face in Randy's shirt yet again, a small sob escaping her, thinking of that moment was just upsetting her again, "He killed them..! Mama and papa...!!"

<<(D'aw no one luffs Melvin. XD 'cept Mary... maybe...)>>

Melvin, who had watched helplessly his grandmother inadvertantly killed herself, felt a sudden kinship with this small crying girl. He set Mary down gently on the grass so he could place a comforting hand on the little girl's shoulder. "You're safe little one go ahead and cry it out." Melvin said softly not getting too close incase she wanted space, but not going too far away incase she needed comfort. "Miss Randy, I think we ought to get her away from the.. Scene." He stalled at the last part when he looked over at the grisly body of the man. Melvin shivered a bit, getting the heeby-jeebies from so much blood and gore. Buffy was never this explicit with their gore.

He knelt down to pick Mary up again, this time shifting her onto his back so her weight would be easier to carry. She mumbled something about skittles and rainbows before settling back into silence. "I dont quite remember where your apartment is so one of you will have to lead the way." He looked from Skyler to Randy to see who would take point.

Randy scopped the girl up, ignoring the protest of her joints and held her up to her shoulder, stroking her hair with one hand, "he's gone now Julia," she said softly to the girl, "and I'll take care of you, you'll be fine," she wasn't sure if that was true. Well, she would take care of the kid, she knew that she just had to. Unless someone else who the kid liked better who could take much better care of her (which was likely) popped up, she'd take care of her. She nodded to Melvin and jerked her head in the direction of the apartment, before heading twoards it, carrying Julia and still petting the girl, letting her hide her face in the crook of her neck.

"My name is Randy, by the way," she said to the little girl. She had no idea what to say or do, or what she had just gotten herself into, but, she babysat a bunch of critters, how bad could it be taking care of a child compared to Rowen? She made it upstairs using mostly her hips and two smallest fingers on her left hand to get doors and such, and opened a drawer in the desk in her room with those two fingers and got a set of keys, and walked back out, handing them to Melvin, "Door right across the hall, I'm sort of the landlord of the building, it's empty and sparsley furnished, but, there's a bed and it's clean."

Henry had been sent flying backwards by Rowen, stopped by a tree, and sat there awkwardly. Clearly his help wasn't wanted, but, he wasn't willing to just leave this girl. He wanted to make sure she was okay... Completely unphased by the fact he had just been swatted several feet by a demon which was now sitting infront of him, he timidly asked, "Uhm, miss, a-are you alright?" Demons Henry could handel. Killer goo, Henry could handel. Girls? He was clueless.

Julia made a small squeak at being lifted so suddenly, mostly because she hadn't expected it, but as she was held her smaller frame relaxed a bit, arms instinctively going around Randy's neck as she did indeed press her head in gently against the neck area and effectively fell asleep. Out like a light, after all the action, terror and tears she was exhausted, no longer able to keep up the pace like the others.

Law leapt from building to building, keeping sure to avoid cameras and the eyes of those nearby, it was time to go home and the breeze caught his long-coat, ruffling it in the wind whilst he proceeded from rooftop to rooftop in single bounds, this had always been good exercise, and a recent game with some friends he'd made had been pretty profitable.
It wasnt long before he landed upon the roof of the apartment where they all stayed, leaning over the edge, a foot upon the short fence as he watched Randy and a smaller group enter the home, one was that head-ache inducing freak guy who didnt believe in magic, and he was holding a woman he didnt recognise, as for Randy... the sight almost made him fall off, literally. He placed his hands on the wall to stop himself and looked close as he could from way up there. Was Randy holding a child? The smell of recent blood and much was in the air too. What in the Blue Hell had he missed?!

Melvin juggled Mary around till he could stick out a few fingers to accept the key. Melvin was tired, he was still damp, and he smelled like the smelly dregs of the city sewers. All in all it was a reasonably productive day. Melvin dropped his coat and Mary's backpack into the corner before stripping Mary and himself down to their underoos. He started the shower leaving Mary beside the bathtub while he went to fetch shampoo and soap from her backpack. After all the misadventures they had been through together there were somethings they carried around as bare essentials.

Mary had thought that she would never get that giant bee's wax out of her hair the time they went to the Amazon Jungle. They didnt find the Aztec ghosts they were looking for, but there was definitely some sites to see. Melvin shook himself out of his reminiscing, he needed to focus not dawdle over the past.

He found a bar of pink lemonade scented soap and strawberry all-in-one shampoo-conditioner. 'Great' he thought with a heavy heart. 'I'm going to smell like a fruit salad.' He returned and set to rinsing off his poor little Mary before stepping in and scrubbing himself down.

When they were both dry (and in a change of clothes) Melvin tucked Mary into bed. He knelt beside it holding a small vigil while he waited for her to wake up. "Wake up Sleeping beauty." he whispered in her ear, but she slept on.

Once Melvin left, and Randy realized that the little girl in her arms had fallen asleep, she sat down at the end of her own bed for a while, still holding the child. Well, she was asleep. That was good. Eventually she changed the girl from her blood splattered clothes into a shirt that came down past her knees. It was a one of Randy's night shirts, and it was the type of thing they always show women wearing after a crazy night of sex. After having that pointed out to her, she generally didn't wear it. Once the girl was tucked in, and didn't whimper when Randy went out of the room before she peeled her sludge soaked jacket, shirt, boots, and pants before looking at herself in front of the mirror in the bathroom (having left the door open so she could hear Julia). She was battered, which she knew she would be, but, it didn't look like anything would scar. Well, that was good. Water was going to feel like acid, though. Sigh.

She wandered into the shower before dropping her under garments (she wasn't getting all naked out in the open, just in case) before turning on the water. She stayed in the shower a while, afraid to move too much too quickly. That didn't end so well in the end for her when she climbed out of the shower, lost her balance, and fell forward, ripping the shower curtain off of the rod and knocking the medicine cabinet off of the wall as she went down. She hit the ground hard, and sighed. She seriously contemplated going to bed right there on the ground where she was. She really didn't want to move. But, someone may come in from the racket she made on her way down, and, she didn't particularly want anyone to see her naked. Moving it was, then.

Henry turned an interesting shade of scarlet as Rainbow touched him, and said "M-my name is Henry, n-nice to meet you both... And you're welcome," the last part was added on shyly. It's not like she hadn't gotten eaten by Wilmer trying to protect him, and Wilmer was his creation. The things he tried to eat were therefore his responsibility to take care of. That had been about the extent of his thought process at the time. Now, his brain was all frozen up and shocked. Seeing his own creation be burnt to a crisp alone was enough to create that response... Although he felt a lot less depressed over it when a shred of remaining Wilmer blobbed over and oozed up onto his leg before just bouncing on his thigh, "oh, sure, now you try to be all cute and nice. After you nearly kill me and Rainbow. You should be ashamed of yourself," Wilmer sort of flattened out, "aw, I'm sorry Wilmer, but, really, no more miracle grow, okay?" the goo drew it's self up happily and Henry smiled, "see? Wilmer really isn't usually totally evil and nuts. The miracle grow just... Confused it." He said, defending his creation.

In spite of haivng her clothes changed, being put to bed and even Randy leaving her alone, Julia made little to no sound, and her exhaustion had kept her ears from registering the sound of randy crashing to the floor, but in her dreams it was instead resounded as gunfire as she watched those awful scenes again, over and over.

As for Randy's well-being and whomever was to come to her aid, a hand camed down, gripping Randy's and slowly rising, Law was there, his eyes closed, not tight but it seemed almost as if he were in deep thought and this act was something his body was doing seperately.
"The kid's cute, where'd she come from?" He muttered quietly, "You better take it easy too, looks like you both had a rough night." The demon added, he wouldnt open his eyes, though he was expecting Randy to freak out without looking to his eyes anyway, so whater she had to throw at him she probably was welcome to do so.

Wilmer retreated behind Henry as he half lunged forward to put a hand on Rainbow's shoulder to steady her. Band-Aids? "Wilmer, check for me, will you?" the goo seemed to be a lot smarter in it's smaller form as it oozed through his jacket, into his pocket, then the next before he started to wiggle the pocket. "Oh, he found something," Henry reached into his pocket, taking the single band aid offered up by Wilmer. "Well, this won't help... I-is there a hospital near by? Or, uhm, the house of someone you know who has a first aid kit... Or a drug store... Or, well, some sort of drinking fountain to rinse those out with... Wilmer, do I have a water bottle on me?" the goo oozed through his pockets before ending up on the ground bobbing up and down. Which apparently meant no in goo, "damn... I guess not."

Randy wasn't sure if she should boot him in the nards, thank him, or try to grab the shower curtain. He was standing there, with his eyes closed, holding her hand. "Her name is Julia," said Randy grabbing the near by towel and wrapping it tightly around herself, holding it to her body still more out of habit. "She sort of appeared with a flash, with some goon attached, said goon is now dead, along with her parents, apparently, and she just latched onto me and started crying. So, be nice to her. And don't worry about me. I've been through much rougher nights," it was nearly morning by that point, mind you.

She walked out of the bathroom to go to her room to grab clothes, and noticed the fairy stumbling around. "I forgot about you," she said stopping to look at the fairy, "are you alright? You sort of vanished on us," she kept going into her own room, grabbing clean night clothes and pulling them on before dropping the towel and walking back into the kitchen area. "And Law, if you haven't yet, you can open your eyes now."

((Short, but, it’s three am, so, shut up))

Law opened his eyes when instructed, turning the light off in the bathroom and walked quietly past the little girl, stopping for a moment to inspect her from where he stood. The smell of blood stil omited from her, or atleast his senses as a demon could still taste it in the air, the curious story as to what happened also made him frown, thats alot to put on a child.
He followed Randy to the kitchen, laying down a wad of cash upon the counter and smiling, this should cover some repairs and supplies for the apartments,
"Rowen and I were forced to act and had to entert he warehouse, no fatalaties were produced, and a major ring of prostitution, drugs and guns has probably been broken up due to our actions, as for the remainders, the vast majority is probably being hunted down by the police thanks to an 'anonymous' tip." He reported with a calm look taking over his face,
"Rowen also saved several innocent girls and young women who were about to be forced into prostitution, but thanks to his efforts they were also released and reccomended for rehabilitation and crisis centers. As for raiding the warehouse that was my idea and I take full responsibility for attacking."

Skyler had just stood there as things unfolded too quickly for her to respond, normally she would have defended Rowen and tried to mediate the problems out but he had stormed off in search of Rainbow. A pang of guilt hit her as she remembered that she had flown off leaving Rain alone in the park, she was ready to run into the dark when she felt her wings. Panic hit her, here she was, alone in the street, with her wings and talons out and showing for all to see. Wings shot out and feathers ruffled and fell, she had to calm herself, and began to talk to herself. Last time she was caught out it was terror, one of many situations she had fallen into. She was toted around as a sideshow and her feathers had been plucked painfully from her wings. She just mumbled to herself of all the happy times she had spent with Randy, Rowen, Law and Rain. Slowly her heart returned to her chest and slowed down to a normal pace.

Boot steps fell heavily on the paved street, panic crept into the harpy’s throat again. She began to run as the steps rang out, her wings practically fell like broken toys and dragged on the ground as she held the look and outward appearance of a crazy homeless woman. Hopefully her talons were hidden at the moment she couldn’t change those. Skyler ducked into an alley and tossed trash about loudly talking. “Those govenmunts dint want usuns to knows about what I knows. And I knows, they dint want usuns to knows. I dint like cat food yesterday?”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a wealthy businessman walk by, he looked perturbed. He held several magazines, some which looked like they were still in progress of being written. His heavy foot steps along with his demeanor relayed his emotions, which seemed to be a mix of anger and exuberation. His face looked as if it had never truly expressed joy, and his hat had a no nonsense look about it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black phone. He mumbled something that Skyler had to strain to hear. “That Melvin, lousy nerve, decent reporter, but I can’t handle him like the others. Something about him can’t figure it out. Oh well. He better have something for me.” He began to hit buttons on the electronic, not caring for the time of day, or night for that matter. Business was business.

Skyler ran down the alley and took all the back routes she knew to get home. The back door was locked, or rather the door wasn’t in existence at the moment. So she simply took the great effort to lift herself to her window which she opened and toppled into noisily. She sqauked in pain as her wings hit the sill and a post. She was safe for the moment, but trouble was afoot, trouble that she wanted nothing to do with.