"Yeah, normally. But it'd be pretty terrible if, say, there was something capable of making someone lash out in anger," Puddle popped. "Oh wait...
"You aren't helping," Vix growled, shaking her bag. "I believe Owen is innocent. It's really likely that someone jacked him up with Blacklight, threw that scarf on him, and sent him to destiny tower to cause havoc."
"If I was a betting puddle of ethereal goop, and I am, I'd say this was some sort of distraction," Puddle blooped. "Grab one of our potentially strongest members, destroy shit, and get away with some priceless artifact or something while everyone else is trying not to die."
Vix nodded, raising off the floor a bit. "Are we sure nothing else happened elsewhere? Can we even check for that?"