Like the cartoon coyote, realizing he's standing on air, suddenly Aurum got a whole lot heavier.

Shin's arms sagged. The shard platform lurched to a grass-scraping stop. The lawyer wannabe tumbled from the psychic's arms. Roll, roll, rolling across grass, Aurum cursed. Many words, Shin wasn't familiar with. For a nice guy, it seemed Aurum had quite the filthy mouth.

Vanishing his shard platform, Shin spun on the grass to look back at where the girl had been, then quickly glanced towards the others... who apparently had been there all along. Kealey was there. And Drake. And Kealey. And Drake. And Drake had his gun jammed in the tiger man's mouth. And who was that girl on the roof!?

"IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT!?" Shin cupped his hands around his mouth to focus his shout.

OOC – As per Shin’s orders, we’re going to go ahead and skip Henri, it’s been about a month OOC, it’s time to wrap this thing.

Things had happened really fast all of a sudden, and all Kealey could do was run forward, ready to do something really stupid if the tiger-man pounced. Which he did…the blond advanced too, ready to help the girl in any way possible.

Only…the girl wasn’t there anymore, the Detective was and he had his gun in a very convenient place for catching a criminal. His catchphrases needed a little work though. Suddenly, the feral tiger wasn’t so feral anymore. Suddenly he was scared. Somewhere a girl was yelling. Not the one who had nearly been pounced.

Shin’s voice rang out, and Kealey shouted back, ” Fine here!” She thought that was true, the Detective seemed to have things well in hand…that meant there was time to deal with the last problem.

” You!” she shouted, finding the source of the voice up on the roof. ”Get. Down. Here.”

The young gargoyle had enough know-for-where not to yell when the Asian boy did, shrinking down hesitantly. Okay, bad idea to yell at the tiger-man. He hadn't even heard her. What a waste. She shrank down further, her stomach hitting the floor as Miss Quinn took notice of her. Yup, really bad idea. All that showed over the roofs edge was the crown of her head, and her eyes.

"You!" the librarian shouted, "Get. Down. Here."

With each syllable, Gina winced, brow stitching. God, she was so dead. So, so, so dead. For a fraction of a moment, she considered bolting, but rationally she knew that she couldn't escape. That was the mom voice, and to disobey would be punishable by death. Gina stood up slowly, biting her lip. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.

She glanced over her shoulder. It would create less of a scene if she actually went back down the stairs, instead, maybe they'd both have some time to decompress. But then, she'd think that Gina was bolting. Gina picked up her book slowly, which she'd nearly forgotten in all of the action.

With the feeling that death was imminent, Gina stepped over the edge of the roof and dropped to the ground, her wings catching air as she descended. She landed shyly, her wings fluttering uneasily. She approached the librarian slowly, brow stitched and an uneasy smile upon her lips. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her back, and she shuffled her way on over to Miss Quinn.

"H-hello, Miss Quinn," she greeted, biting her lip.

The tiger man backed off, slowly. The gun kept pointed where it was. Ashton was unshakable in this regard. "We're fine," He said, quietly. "Just so long as tiger man does what I say."

Tiger-man did. Ashton asked, and he obeyed. He went on his knees, hands over his head. He was cuffed. Collared. Like a good little doggy. Now that that was out of the way, Ashton could take note of the others situations.

Shinbo was safe. The guy he'd rescued looked to be on the ground. The girl he'd traded places with himself was alright. She hadn't been catapulted into the air or anything. And Shinbo's hot blond girlfriend? She was talking with a girl with pointed horns on her head. He only glanced at the pair for a second, then turned his attention to getting the tiger man moving back to the station.

"I'll get an officer to come around and take statements," He said to everyone present. "While I handle the tiger man. So, stick around please." Don't wander off while I'm not looking.

He didn't even spare a second glance at the punk lawyer on the ground as he prison-marched the tiger away.

There once was a guy from New York. Someone dropped him. He looked like a dork. They asked if everyone was okay. He said 'no way'. "You're a jerk, Shin. Help me up."

The Asian turned, frowning sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Aurum. You're just so heavy."

That had been a low blow. On second thought, Aurum decided, he really didn't need Shin's help after all. With a grumble and a grimace, the man crawled to his feet. He hadn't needed anyone's stupid help, anyways.

Shin sighed. Well, Aurum was mad at him. The others seemed to be alright, though.

The Asian left the grumbling grumble face to himself, for the moment. He wandered over to Kealey and the girl she was with. Shin linked his arms behind his back, and looked from lady to lady innocently. What was Kealey making a grumpy face about? Grumpy faces were generally something Shin did not like seeing on his girlfriend's face.

Apparently they all needed to stick around and wait until an officer could arrive to take their statements. Usually, Kealey wouldn’t have minded, but this Detective was being such a grump about the whole thing, it made her want to cross her arms.

Speaking of grumpy.

The girl fluttered down from the roof of the Mansion, and Kealey kept her arms crossed and her foot tapped on the approach. At least until the girl’s emotions became clear. Aww, she was scared, and obviously knew she was in trouble. And then she called Kealey, ‘Miss Quinn.’

Shin approached, and Kealey sighed, face still tight as she stared at the girl.

”That was so reckless.” Keaely said, face softening slightly. ”We jumped in,” she said, gesturing to Shin and herself, ”Because this is what we do. Not knowing what you’re doing, just adds one more variable to an already difficult situation.”

Kealey shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what else to say on the matter. ” Next time, the best you can do is run into the Mansion and grab another one of the adults. If you want to get to a place where you can help…we can talk later.”

That said, Kealey looked over to Shin, ”Everyone’s alright, right?”

>> "That was so reckless. We jumped in, because this is what we do.--"

The teen simply bobbed her head-- yeah, she knew that had been a reckless thing to do, even if she'd remained up on on the roof for the entire time. As the librarian stated that "they" had jumped in because it was what "they" did, Gina glanced over at the Asian guy with the triangles, only for a moment. So he was a teacher-- er, X-man-- too? And Gina had thought that he might need back-up-- that sounded both foolish and embarassing. She let her gaze sweep back towards Kealey.

>> "--Not knowing what you’re doing, just adds one more variable to an already difficult situation. Next time, the best you can do is run into the Mansion and grab another one of the adults."

Again, with the simple head-bob of acknowledgement. She didn't attempt to talk her way out of anything, much less speak, until Kealey seemed finished. She just wanted to head back inside, and get away from all of those dead pigeons.

"Understood," Gina mumbled, "I'm sorry."

>> "If you want to get to a place where you can help…we can talk later. Everyone’s alright, right?"

Gina nodded, cracking another hesitant smile. Her stomach burbled, and Gina pat it down into silence. Yeah, high-stress moments made her hungry-- once this fine detective dismissed them, she was first going to go get some food, then close herself in her room, and take a good, long nap.

The back of the squad car was crowded. Tigers did that. In the front, Ashton's knuckles were white against the steering wheel. He'd already called for someone to stop by the school and talk to the people there. Smooth things over with the X-men.

The detective already had known it would be on their turf. It only made sense they'd try and interfere. At least Shinbo had been someone he'd worked with before. He wouldn't be back to talk to them himself. He'd leave that to the people he called.

It didn't take long for the people to arrive. One squad car with two people to take statements. Get all the information. The taller of the two was 6'5, chiseled like the statue of David, with a similar physique. The only real difference was that he wore pants. His skin was white like a statue, his movements and words, hard. His partner at his side was slight, by comparison. 5-foot-nothing. Short-cut black hair, done in a pixie. Sprite-like features. They approached the group.

"We are here to take statements," the man said. "My name is Officer Stone."

"And I'm Helena," the dark-haired woman interrupted spiritedly. "If you'd all follow our orders..."

The rest of the afternoon was interviews and investigations. Eventually, all parties were released.

((Thread, wrap.))