<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Work smarter, not harder."  One of the many things Namira's father had done his best to instill in her, and this was one of the teachings that had stuck.  Why put in more effort than you had to in order to get something done?  So, unlike most of the others, Namira went to intercept rather than chase down the panty pilfering pervert.  She lost him, however, after he glided off the roof and ran faster than she could follow into the forest.  After doing a little leg work, Google searches, and so on, she returned to find the others talking about him, just as she got the notification of the friend invite.<br/><br/>"So, he kind of... spread his arms and half flew, half fell into the woods," she informed them as she frowned at her phone.  "Lost him in there, I'm an influencer not a hunter, and then his tracks turned into paw prints."  She glanced up at them briefly.  "Bear.  No bears in Hawaii."  She gave her phone a waggle before accepting the invite.  "I checked."