The interior of Diamond's house was fairly upper-class, despite being the same on the outside as any other house on the street. The den in particular had "posh" written all over it: a high-quality plasma TV, a sofa with cushions so soft a person could drown in them, thick red carpeting, trophies of various animal heads lining the walls, and a white mink rug occupying a blank spot in the center of the room.
The last of these was actually a very recent addition by the current resident, Indigo. Its true identity was that of Diamond, the house's actual owner and occupant; recent events involving the mink being a total @!%#$ to Indigo and her friends had led to the current situation. Interestingly enough, she blended perfectly with the room's decor.
Right now, Indigo herself was leaning against the back of the sofa, fiddling with a ring on her finger. This ring was a special magic ring owned by Diamond, and a partial cause of the entire mess. A distance in front of her stood Red, wings folded and arms crossed; she'd volunteered to be Indigo's guinea pig while she figured out how to use the ring. Jack and Kane were lounging on the sofa and eying the two of them.
"...Okay, Red, let's start with the basics. Hold."
A stream of purple energy shot out of the ring, enveloping the phoenix and lifting her a few inches into the air. She struggled slightly, but couldn't really move.
Jack glanced down at the mink rug, then up at Indigo and Red.
"Press. What is it, Jack?"
At Indigo's command, the magic field had acted inwards on Red, flattening her body instantly and making her look like a large ribbon.
"You said you were going to return Diamond's ring once you were done fixing what she'd done, right?"
"Why don't you just keep it?"
Indigo began moving her hand left and right, which had the effect of folding Red into rectangular sections.
Jack continued. "I mean, there's no way she's going to be content with what you've done with her. Plus that ring's dangerous, and she knows how to use it."
"What kind of person do you think I am, Jack? I have my principles. I'm not a thief. I don't take away anything from anyone without making sure they get it back."
"Not even a person's freedom to move?" Kane cut in.
"What did I say? I always give that back."
By now Red was fully and neatly folded. With a wave of her hand, Indigo erased the folds and cracks, leaving only a rectangular prism.
"I see your point, Indigo," Jack replied, "but not everyone follows those principles. Diamond might have been planning to keep Kane as her pet for the rest of her life. She might do the same to you... and there's no telling whether we'd be able to pull off a second rescue mission or not."
Indigo kept making gestures. The rectangular prism slowly morphed and became a cube, then a cylinder, then a sphere.
"You said it yourself, Indigo. She's not a nice person to anyone. It'd be best for everyone if she's relatively weapon-free. Letting her keep the ring will probably do more harm than good, to you or to anyone else."
Indigo rubbed her chin, accidentally catapulting the reddish-orange sphere over her shoulder. It missed the TV, but struck the wall and splattered into an unrecognizable orange paste. The lizard and wolf both jumped.
"...Whoops. My bad."
She rushed to the mess of colored liquid that was now staining the wall and the carpet. It looked like it would be a pain to clean up, but Indigo seemed confident somehow.
This should clear it up... "Dispel."
At her command, all traces of the liquid oozed together to a single area, where they crystallized and solidified back into the form of the fiery phoenix. Red panted heavily as she got to her feet.
"You okay, Red?"
"That... was... AWESOME! Do it again, Indigo!"
Kane walked over to the girls. "So what are you going to decide, Indigo? Will you return the mink's ring or not?"
"Well... I think... I think it's too early to worry about that. I'll finish up undoing the mink's damage, and then I'll decide whether or not to give the ring back."
"Alright. Fair enough."