<strong>Hero Points:</strong>2 (La Mariposa)<br/><br/>Chica's "love tap" had a semi-predictable effect. In spite of applying the right amount of pressure honed by her training, there was a momentary flash almost like a fire that flared up from the first crack.<br/><br/>The cinderblock did not break so much as go flying through the air, causing the nearby students to instinctively duck (not the first time with Chica). The block punched a hole through the ceiling as it soared up, up, up into the waiting sky beyond...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception DC 10, Automatic</div><div class="spoiler_body">The cinderblock should've been more damaged than a crack. Could have some hidden Impverium or other protection?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 15, two degrees of success</div><div class="spoiler_body">The trajectory's all wrong; the finger flick should have broke it without it going flying, and even if she applied more force it would've been in a semi-straight line. This was more of a trajectory from an uppercut.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 20, three degrees</div><div class="spoiler_body">The flash had a distinctive greyish aura associated with the lightless dominion of Hades. Apparently Mark's paint job was not just aesthetic.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 25, four degrees</div><div class="spoiler_body">The cinderblock started flying a millisecond before she even made contact. This was staged!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br/>"Uh, you m-m-meant to do that, r-right?" Violet asked with a stutter.<br/><br/>The few students who were standing were struggling to take out their smartphones in hopes of catching the literal flying brick, but they put them back in just as fast when an all-too-familiar voice echoed down the hallway.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JN3xDLJ.png)</div>"MISS CHALMECACIHUILT!"<br/><br/>It was Mrs. Latham, the History teacher, who already knew the responsible party.<br/><br/>"There's only one student here who could have thrown a brick through the roof," she said, her footsteps somehow as the throng of students vacated out of her way. Narrowing her eyes at the sight of Chicahua, she shook her head. "And still not dressed for the part. May I ask why you decided to display your feats of strength in a crowded hallway?"<br/><br/>Mark was already halfway to class before any fingers could be pointed at him, while Violet and Marco stood by their friend, uncomfortable as they were in Mrs. Lathan's presence.