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Phoebe Beacon	NORTH OF GOTHAM - New Jersey Beaches, below the cliffs of some of Gotham's most expensive domiciles, someone had reported that there was weird sounds coming from the beach. Because of the recent issues with Gotham, including a suddenly appearing stairwell that Batman managed to bring down (with the help of a few little birds), police were taking it serious enough that they had warded off the area with POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS, but were a bit at a loss for investigating this -- after all, Supernatural weird stuff was not their usual bag. Usually that was other cities who had that problem. Batman tended to scare away people.     "I hear he's a vampire, who's double-agenting for the lizard people who actually control Gotham." one young officer states to another, standing guard.     "... not this again. You think all the Waynes are lizard-people?"     "Oh yeah, and the Powerses too. The Kennedies though, they're all zombies."
Vic Sage	"Wayne is a Human Replica Droid programmed by SHIELD," remarks the approaching Question, hands tucked into his pockets. He comes to a stop just in front of the two cops and looks between them. "Think about it. You even seen Bruce Wayne eat anything?" he asks, bare brows lifting beneath the brim of his hat. "Kennedies were all holograms, though," he adds flatly, sniffing sharply and moving past them to dip his body under the police tape. Vic hates New Jersey. Despite living his whole life here. He hates that it has the power over him that it does. Especially Gotham. If he had the option to burn that place to the ground, he wouldn't reject it out of hand.
Zatanna Zatara	Though no one on the force knows where Shadowcrest is, an insider among the officers has Zee's cellphone, being one of the more open minded among the force regarding magic and the occult. Little does she know that those under her call her Lt. Woo Woo. Zee actually likes the woman, trusting her as being one of least corrupted of the officials on the force. In a copse of trees, a purple line hovers in the air a few feet from the policeman. It opens into a doorway out of which a well-dressed woman with shoulder-length raven hair steps out, close enough to overhear the Question's sarcasm. She smiles to herself and dips her head to the officers 'guarding' the tape with a cheery salute before lifting the tape and walking under it. "So you know about the Waynes do you?" She calls out, catching up to him.
Phoebe Beacon	"Oh my god, not you too." the older cop says to The Question, and holds his hand up to stop the younger officer from stopping The Question.     "Just... let him do his thing." he adds, warningly.     New Jersey is kind of a weird place, all told. This rocky outcropping of beach below some rich person's house has some flotsam and jetsam, lobster traps and plastic bottles and the refuse of America neatly deposited back on the beach. Tidepools offer glimpses into surf life with little worms and crabs and the occasional brittle star.     And as the tide's out, there is a bit of an entrance worn into the cliffside into a limestone cliff. In the distant future it'll be an issue for the house above... maybe.
Phoebe Beacon	THe officers understandably let the lady go through unharassed. They're used to weird stuff in Gotham.
Vic Sage	"Would that it were true. Sadly, I've never met an interesting billionaire," Vic answers back to Zatanna. If Question knows about Bruce's double life, he's not bringing it up. It's not likely that he does, though. Secret identities hardly ever bear the weight of thinking about. "Missed you at the meeting the other night. Don't happen to know anything offhand about small crystal hearts turning worms into dragons, do you?" he asks. The expression beneath the mask is very much a flat one. "Blue crab," Question says, gesturing to a scurrying crustacean. "Smaller here than in Maryland," he explains, walking along the stone and sand mixed terrain. His shows are gonna be a pain to clean. "Know anything about what's going on here?" he asks of Zatanna, fishing an LED pen light out of his pocket and clicking it to life, sweeping the been over the cave entrance as they approach.
Zatanna Zatara	Zatanna might count among the weirder of Gotham's inhabitants, but Justice League status has its prerogatives: crossing police tape without flashing a badge being one of them. "Money doesn't make the man or woman, for that matter." But, of course, she neglects to mention her close-to-unlimited resources. "If only I could duplicate myself, I would have been there but had a scheduling conflict." Matching his flat tone, she shrugs, saying with a knowing nod, "Got to watch out for crystal hearts. Looks like they are only suffering from undersized blues." The magician stands by his shoulder as she shines a light in the cave. "Not more than strange noises and hyper vigilant police on the lookout for voodoo weirdness."
Phoebe Beacon	The cave looks to be a recent occurance; there's bits of limestone around the front of it, broken off, but inside it's on the long scale of things -- stalactites and stalagmites have formed, making irregular shapes like teeth in the maws of some great, slumbering beast. There is a deep pool of water casting light in waving patterns above from where the opening alights, and though this cavern's floor is moderately flatened, there is plenty of room to move around without getting caught up in the rocks -- might be a little bit dicy for a fight, though.     There is a disturbance in the pool of water.
Vic Sage	"Money is power, and power corrupts. So money's got some say in the making of a man or woman, whether they admit to it or not," Vic responds, sweeping the beam of light around more to continue his cataloging. He begins moving towards it, shining the flashlight on the pool there-in. "Seems we're on an even footing, then. Just got word on the blotter and decided I wasn't busy enough tonight." At present, Vic's got somewhere in the ballpark of about fifteen open cases. That's a relatively slow month for him, though. "None of this seems natural. Feels like nature trying to make up for someone else's mistakes," Question muses, continuing his wary walk forward.
Angelo Tampambulos	So, a rather unremarkable sedan parks not too far off from the location being investigated. Always fun when plans get changed at the last moment due to unforeseen circumstances. But Angelo has grown accustomed to such things happening. He had planned to meet up with Zatanna to explore some of his potential, but when she told him that she had relocated to follow up on an investigation... well it's not like he wasn't curious. So, after finding out where she intended to be, he simply drove there. No purple portals, no HALO jumps. No superspeed.     Just a SHIELD issue Ford. Yes, Ford. So the car parks, and out steps Angelo in his longsleeve buttondown shirt, bluejeans and with his ICER sidearm holstered at his hip. He makes sure he brought his SHIELD badge, just in case... and then sends Zatanna a text message saying: <<I'm in the area. Can you give me a clue where to find you?>> as he starts moving towards the Gotham Beach area.
Zatanna Zatara	"Corrupts," Zee repeats with a chuckle and a casual shrug. "Not always." She does not need to defend herself or those in the League who would be counted among the very wealthy for various reasons. A glance into the cave decides her on a change of footwear. With a quiet word under her breath, serviceable knee high boots replace her fine boots before she steps into the cave entrance. Zee pauses for a moment letting her eyes adjust to it cool darkness, listening to the drip of water from the limestone stalactites one hand examining the rough edges of the newly made entry. "It looks like something blew its way out of here, to me." Zee's phone chirps with a text alert, she quickly answers it. "Looks like we have someone else joining us. Have you met Angelo Tampambulos, Victor?"
Phoebe Beacon	Power does corrupt. The pool's disturbance draws up a little more, and there is the sudden feeling of magic that bubbles up from the pool itself. Like a belch.     The wind rushes around the gathering of three investigators, and the cave makes a soft groaning noise was the wind rushes in, carrying cold seaspray with it.     Another crab scuttles away, deeper into the cave.     The cave itself seems to be all natural, with its pool of tidal water brackish and hiding what lays below in sea wrack.
Vic Sage	"You may be right," Vic says, continuing his look around, blank face bending into a frown as the wind rushes past them. "Angelo Tampambulos? Can't say the name rings any bells," Vic admits. The Question is tuned into a lot of things, but magic isn't one of them, so anything going on with the pool goes unnoticed by the man. He does see the crab, though. "You feeling anything, Zatanna?" he asks, looking over his shoulder at the woman, noting the difference in footwear. "That's a neat trick."
Zatanna Zatara	A step further in brings Zatanna the aroma of magic competing with the iodine of rotting seaweed and the salt air. When the pool burps, magic swirls in the air, lighting the air with a bioluminescent glow to her eyes. "Oh, there is something here besides the wind moaning against the rock." She sniffs, watching the glow fade to nothing. Warily, she observes, "Could be whatever it is feels us here. I'm going to shield us both as a precaution." When possible, Zee prefers the subtle to the grand gestures she reserves for stagecraft. A faint glow barely visible to the naked eye shrouds them both.
Phoebe Beacon	The pool shifts around, splashing, its disturbance rocking it into small waves before something breaks the surface of the water -- a seawrack-wrapped hand, with nails clumsily painted bright pinkish-orange!     Followed by another hand, splashing clumsily before the head errupts, a hooded sweatshirt clinging with seaweed wrapped around it, and the figure in the pool gasps for air, grabbing to a rock and retching up saltwater.     Th eyoung mage known as Phoebe, or Balm, apparnetly knows how to make a heck of an entrance late into the party that she wasn't exactly invited to, and she flails a moment in a quiet 'don't shoot' motion before dragging herself half-way out of the water.
Angelo Tampambulos	Meanwhile, at the mouth of the cave, the beam from another flashlight pans about. "Hello?!" calls Angelo's voice. "Zatanna?" he adds hopefully as he moves deeper into the cave.     He hasn't drawn his firearm yet. But it's not exactly a stretch that he is ready for trouble. And he rounds a bend just in time to see Phoebe's grand entrance. "By Zeus's beard..." he mutters softly as he begins moving closer.     "Zatanna, you always take me to the most... interesting ... oh hey! Phoebe!" he remarks as his brain connects the dots and he recognizes her. Then he is rushing forward. Sure, he's farther away, but he is moving forward to try to reach her. Odds are the others, being far closer, will reach her first.
Vic Sage	The pool's movement is now definitely seen by The Question who's already reaching for his pistol. The slide is racked back and held aloft at the water, until Phoebe's pleading arm flailings lead him to think again. The Colt is lowered and he looks over to Zatanna. "A friend of yours?" he asks, brow kicking up. They look like they could potentially run in similar circles. "It's Phoebe, is it?" he asks cooly of the young woman still half submerged in the water. Doesn't look like he's exactly leaping at the opportunity to drag her out of there.
Zatanna Zatara	Surprise, chagrin, and a moment of guilt animate Zee's face at the young woman with the cafe au lait skin and ultra curly hair climbing out of the pool. The faint aura of the barrier around Victor drops. "By the mages of old, Phoebe, do you know how to scare a body or what?" She gestures to both Victor and Angelo to come forward and admire the Venus risen out of the sea. "Where is your clamshell, dear? This is Phoebe, erm... Constantine Wayne, gentlemen. A friend and magician."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe looks up at the three people who know her name and signs a one-handed 'hi' to everyone, before pointing to her throat and making a slash motion, and she's helped up and out of the pool by Angelo Tampambulos, and she coughs up another round of brackish seawater before she exhales roughly, slinging her head back to let the soaked hood fall backwards as she shakes out her arms and rubs one palm over the other, lightly taps two thumbs-up fists together and smoothly moves it to a point at Vic, and then she flops on a rock trying to catch her breath and looking over the assembled others, she tilts her head a moment in question, motions to everyone and looks to Zatanna questioningly.
Angelo Tampambulos	"You know, I am the one descended from a sea nymph." mutters Angelo in a tone that conveys both amusement and concern. "Word of advice. Breath air, drink water. Don't mix those two up." A pause, and he looks to Zatanna, "Don't suppose you could whip us up some towels and maybe a fire for her to warm by?" he asks with a bit of a smile.     "Oh, and for the record, yeah.. she and I have met. There is a bit of odd history there. Though... Constantine Wayne, that is news to me." he adds before looking back to Phoebe. There -is- a temptation to try to give Vic a headache, or a stroke by explaining that he himself -is- a three thousand year old conspiracy theory, -and- an agent of the deep state. But nah... murder by mind-blown is not a pretty thing. Instead, he literally begins unbuttoning his own shirt with the intent of Phoebe getting it, something dry to wear. Yeah, he has a teeshirt under the dress shirt. But he only wears the long sleeves to conceal the celestial bronze bracers he always keeps on his forearms.     He doesn't hand it over just yet. Because magic may produce something better. But he's prepared just in case.
Vic Sage	Sliding his pistol away, Vic takes a moment to look the young woman over. "You keep interesting company, Zatanna," The Question says, pulling his coat back over his shoulder holster. The young woman looks to be in a bad way, so Vic moves to give her a once-over with his triage training. He's held at bay as she stretches a pair of flat palms toward him. "Hrmm," the man exhales, looking back to Zatanna. "She's cold, but it won't kill her," is his assessment.
Zatanna Zatara	Concern tightens Zatanna's mouth at Phoebe's muteness. Words are precious to the Homo Magi as they are Phoebe. She nods her thanks to Angelo for pulling Phoebe out of her watery nest and acts on his suggestion. ".lewoT .erifpmaC" she mutters under her breath. A neat little campfire worthy of an Eagle Scout animates the cave with its flames on a dry spot nearby. Next to it a neatly folded fluffy white towel with a double ZZ monogram warms on another rock. A bright orange hoodie appears as an afterthought. Zee clucks like a mother hen, "Here. Get dry. Why are /we/ here? Why are /you/? the police have had reports of strange sounds coming out of this cave. Was that you?"
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe had caught Vic coming closer, and feeling crowded she had held up her hands to keep both Vic and Angelo at Bay, making a pained expression at the group, and then she shakes her head, and knowing that Zee will mother hen her until she changes, she strips out of the soaked sweatshirt, and shows the extent of the damage on her throat as the gauze pulls off with it. There are three deep gouges, showing very much unhealed flesh and muscle before she pins that back into place, wet as it is, and stands next to the fire.     Explains the sign language. She can't communicate easily while she's drying out, so instead she considers a moment, and looks around them before she brings her hands back up to her throat.     "Not... m-me." she explains, her face twisting. "Also... inbestaga--"     And the explaination is cut off by a watery sound, a roar as if it were coming from under the water, rippling throught the cave and causing some loose limestone to dislodge.
Angelo Tampambulos	The moment the roar is heard, before it can even become an echo, there is a spear in Angelo's hands. He's stepped forward and placed himself between the sound and Phoebe. His knees are bent a bit, and his feet planted. He looks ready to engage in -real- combat. Not sparring.     "The sound makes me think of my mother for some reason." he mutters as he prepares to face whatever it is.
Vic Sage	And there's that pistol back in his hand. Vic's attention turns from the gouges on poor Phoebe's neck back to the bubbling water, stepping out of the way of a piece of crumbling stone, only for a collection of smaller pebbles to fall onto the brim of his hat before bouncing off. "Must have been a lovely woman," Vic remarks back to Angelo, once more pointing his pistol at the water. You'd be surprised how many mythical beasts can actually be undone with just a few well-placed .45s.
Zatanna Zatara	The wound on Phoebe's neck have all the signs of the demonic about it. Hard to heal, its roots deep into Phoebe's throat - a wound meant to kill, but not cleanly. Eyebrows knit together, Zatanna taps her forehead with her index finger then points to Phoebe, meaning talk to me mind-to-mind. At the roar, the protective shield that Zatanna had made earlier springs back into existence around Phoebe, Victor and herself. A last pebble hits it and it rolls off like rain on glass. "Lovely doesn't cover it, Q.. The madness of the gods might sum her up."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe definitely doesn't beleive that it's Thetis. That would make it reasonable.     But she brings up her own sheilding to augment Zatanna's, a lazily rotating eight-point star of superimposed squares surrounded by heiroglyphs, and she summons her staff to her hand.     <<Really. Introducing me as Constantine? What would John think? Meggan might laugh.>> Phoebe thinks to Zatanna, and she breathes out.     That's when the beast drags itself forward.     It has a softly pointed, bulbous head. Its eyes were red, and swollen nearly to the point of shut. It has two limbs, flattened and with almost vestigil claws on the end as it scrabbles through the rubble of the cave. Its rear limbs are tiny to the point of uselessness and weakly seem to flail about, though its tail, with its flukes, flails about with strenght and knocks into the walls.     It's about the length of a schoolbus, and seems to be injured and sick. Its coloration is pale grays and blacks, with the classic eye spots of certain denizens of the sea -- it looks like some sort of orca mutant.
Angelo Tampambulos	"Well, it -could- be related to her." mutters Angelo as his eyes pick the creature out in the shadows. "It may not -necessarily- be aggressive. It could be injured and scared. Perhaps we should simply back away calmly." he says as his helmet forms about his head, and a shield forms on his left arm.     "I'd rather not fight that thing if we can avoid doing so." he adds. Yeah, quite a change from the old old old version of him. But he is making sure to keep himself between the beast and the people all the same. If everyone withdraws, he'll withdraw last.
Vic Sage	Vic likely should be afraid of the gross monster climbing out of the water, but finds himself more curious than anything. The Colt is still held at the ready, but he's looking to Zatanna to see what the game plan is. He's well out of his depth here, so will leave the decision making to folks with a little more 'oomph'. He does gesture for the injured Phoebe to make her way closer to the exit. "Never was a fan of the gods. Back to power corrupting and all that," he offers as an aside. "Is that what this thing is?"
Zatanna Zatara	<"Nice shielding. Were you /diving/ for that thing? And, I don't give a flying broom handle for what Meggan thinks. You were a Constantine first and are a Wayne now." A wisp of a thought escapes her, "Would that it had been Zatara."> Even through the shielding, the crab-whale smells, the sickly smell of a beached whale eaten by a bloom of red algae. "It's suffering. No fighting unless it tries to harm someone." she says, agreeing with Angelo, her mouth quirking wryly at the thought of his mother. <"Have you already tried to heal it?"> At the Questions words, the magician waves her hand and huffs a breath, still concentrating on the creature thrashing on the lip of the sea pool.
Phoebe Beacon	<Can we discuss nomenculture at a different time when I'm not going to be making faces that Angelo and The Question can see?!> Phoebe does make a face, and flails one arm a moment with her hand over her head as her lips flatten in an exasperated expression that Teenagers somehow master so quickly.     <Wasn't diving for it. Bad portal.> was her response, and she turns back to Zee <Haven't had the chance to try yet. But I'd guess that's the source of the weird sounds!>     She was motioned to go back by the Question, the Big Q, the Quiznos Man, but she makes another face, and she stretches her fingers a moment.     <I can try, though.>     The beast flops and wriggles its way towards the pool that Phoebe had errupted from, and eventually reaches it. There's a burble and bubbling, and it sinks partially in, its blow hole staying at the top as it breathes, watching through one red eye as Angelo puts himself between it and the rest of the group.
Angelo Tampambulos	Nodding to himself, Angelo continues to back away. He goes so far as to try to change his posture to be less threatening to the creature. His spear vanishes, and his hands go down to his sides as the helmet and shield also fade into nothingness.     His arms spread wide, and he moves back slowly. "I think that we should report this to... well to someone. Maybe one of those oceanic supers. Maybe Aquaman can find a solution that avoids harm to the creature or to the people around here." he suggests.
Vic Sage	Lowering his gun, Vic, too, starts to step away from the sea beast that might be related to Angelo's mom. It doesn't seem to be in the mood for Questions, after all, and right now that's all he's got. "We'd have to contain it here for study," Vic says, looking to the two wizards. "Could be that it's another victim of those hearts, but we won't know until we study it."
Zatanna Zatara	<"We can contain it and heal it."> Zatanna is supremely confident in Phoebe's healing skills, normally. But, the wound on her neck gives her pause. Healing is part of Zee's suite of powers but she will cede the spells to masters such as Phoebe and Meggan if they are present. "We could call Curry, if there is some sort of affliction in the ocean. He would know if something is happening in his realm."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe gives a nod, and giving a quiet look to The Question and then to Agent Tampabolous, sne gives a small smile, and slowly walks forwards as everyone else walks back. She takes a deep breath, now in that bright orange hoodie with the towel wrapped around her, walking away from the warmth of the campfire as she made her way to the whale-creature, and she draws close.     The creature gives another warning sound, but it's weaker, and it ends on an uptick, as if curiosity was winning out on the feeling of danger. Phoebe draws up the left sleeve of her borrowed hoodie, and slides her hand into the water, splashing a little bit.     Some sort of affliction, or strange magics.
Angelo Tampambulos	Okay. Well... If Phoebe is moving forward, then Angelo pauses. He doesn't move forward himself because he doesn't want to crowd the creature. To make it feel threatened. But he doesn't withdraw because he refuses to abandon the others here.     So, he just tilts his head to one side and ponders the goings on. But silently, he does something he hasn't done in -ages-. He thinks thoughts directed towards his mother. <<Thetis. Mother. If this poor creature is something you can help. Then you should do so.>> It's not like she's ever -really- come to his calls, thoughts, prayers. But this is not so much a silent prayer as a son hoping his mother might show some reason and mercy. Hey, even goddesses can change... a little bit... right?
Vic Sage	Zatanna and Phoebe assured of their whale-containing capabilities, Vic slides his pistol back home once more and straightens his coat, tucking his gloved hands back into the pockets. It's not fair to say that Vic is jealous of magic wielders, but he's definitely fascinated by them. His own ability to tap into the heartbeats of urban centers could be classified as supernatural, but watching someone bend reality to their will is a different story altogether. Vic stands nearest to the exit, mulling things over in his head. The meeting with the League, the death of an AIM member, tremors shaking Gotham more and more frequently, and now some mutated whale that's trapped in a cave. It's a deeply strange sequence of events that probably should be tied together, but somehow refuse the association. "It's been a strange month," is all he manages to utter at present.
Zatanna Zatara	Zatanna joins Phoebe on the arc of the pool, crouching a little distance from the young woman. The homo magi too puts her hand in the water, stirring it and testing for traces of magic. Elemental magic is her domain. Something in the water feels decidely wrong. She can't claim to know Angelo well, but she notices his change in demeanor when she looks up. "Hasn't it been though!" Zee cranes her head back to look at the man, Q, who remains very much a cipher to her.
Phoebe Beacon	Parents should always come to the calls of their children. That's something that Angelo and Phoebe have had in common in the last month.     And it has been a weird, weird month.     Something in the water was wrong. Chemicals, mutagens. Dumps of pollution off Gotham's rocky shores.     Phoebe concentrates her energies. her fingertips glow a rosey-gold, and the feeling of the cold ocean air, with its biting salt coming off the Atlantic turns to something warmer. The brackish, polluted water clears as Phoebe cleans it. The water warms with effervesence, bubbling and tingling, and the whale creature gives a surprised sound, the roaring, gurgling turning smaller, lighter, into clicks and soft cries.     And the creature shrinks down to *merely* the size of a volkswagon bug.     The water is clear now, and though the rear limbs remain, the claws on the forelimbs have been removed. The creature's head reveals that it is a young orca, and it happily spouts.     And Phoebe falls back to her rear end, looking very out of it.
Angelo Tampambulos	Now Angelo moves forward. He had no illusions that Mom would just pop over because he thought of her. He just figured... you know, Nereid or whatnot.. maybe she'd have some interest in the well being of this creature.     But either way, he moves to crouch at Phoebe's side. A hand reaching to contact her arm with fingertips. "Took a lot out of you huh?" he asks. He offers a smile, "That really was amazing Phoebe. I wonder if there is something Zatanna -and- I together might be able to do for you." he offers... having the thought of finding a way to temporarily like.. share some of his immortality and healing factor via magic with his young friend. I mean who knows how that would even work or -if- it would. His thoughts are just out in left field right now. But then again, he is just starting to realize that the power in his demigod blood might be able to be drawn upon for stuff down the road...
Vic Sage	"Not a heart, then. Just pollution," Vic says, clicking his teeth. "Maybe the doctor was right about us being shortsighted," he remarks to himself, before looking to the other three. His flashlight is clicked off and tucked into his coat. "Did you manage to locate the source of the mutagen? Regular runoff doesn't do that," Vic says. "Could be I have another stop to make before the night is through."
Zatanna Zatara	Smiling proudly though Zee can take no credit for Phoebe's abilities, she watches Phoebe's light heal the distorted orca. With a cast of her hand, she projects a crackling line of energy to the creature as it recovers under Phoebe's magic. After watching it a moment, Zee turns her attention to the others. "All excellent questions. None of which I can answer right now, Q." Zatanna has reveled in Angelo making new connections to his innate powers and tilts her head in question at Phoebe. Touchy teenager that she can be. They both have a lot of ground to cover before returning to their former relationship. <"Will you let us?> To Angelo, "We certainly can try."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe gives a numb nod. Yes, took a lot out of her. Yes, pollution, not this thing with the hearts. The only one with heart issues, incidentally, is Phoebe, who looks a little queasy.     She shakes her head, and holds her hands up.     <I'm Fine.> she signs, and then she flops backwards onto the limestone floor with a 'flump'.     <Some sort of weird mutagen and magic? Maybe runoff from several things? It felt so weird. Not like that time I woke Diana up.> she 'thinks' to Zee, <Felt much more like fixing The Other's lungs.>     And she breathes out, looking up at the ceiling.     She motions to The Question, and then points to the whale. And then to the sea. And then makes a sweeping motion back to the cave, and then mimics something like a hopping towards the sea.
Vic Sage	"Hrmmm," is Vic's combined answer to both Zatanna and Phoebe, opening a mental map of the surrounding area and the business that may have been responsible for mutating the poor orca. One in particular comes to mind and he nods to himself. Watching the three for a bit longer, Vic eventually will turn and begin his walk back out of the cave. "Goodbye, Zatanna. Angelo. Phoebe," he'll offer, nodding to them each in turn. He may be in the same business as the Bat, but he's got better manners, it must be said. He mostly reserves his ninja training for entrances.
Angelo Tampambulos	Turning to regard The Question, Angelo nods his head, "Thanks for the support." he says. But then he stands and steps away from Phoebe, as if to just make sure she has the freedom to support herself. I mean if she stumbles, he's there. But for now, he's just trying to be there without being overbearing... like his mom. Yeah, the guy has Mommy issues.
Zatanna Zatara	"Phoebe is as fine as the orca was," Zee says in an aside to Angelo. She wonders if Angelo is considering blood magic but is unwilling to broach the subject in a wet cave. It's a subject that can be broached behind the wards of Shadowcrest. Rising from her crouch next to the pool, she goes to Phoebe and tentatively reaches out her fingers to lightly touch the bandage at her neck. "Some magic keeps you from healing. Something akin to venom," she ventures. At Q's goodbye, she raises a hand, "Good bye. Take care."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe blinks a moment, and she looks to Zatanna, and she breathes out, and just leans her head against Zatanna's arm, breathing out in a heavy sigh, and she keeps her eyes half-closed, to tired to even think at the other mage.     "A lot... to talk a..bout."