Highway state route 6? Wow, that got some distance. Wasn't as far as she could intentionally throw something, but considering she could still measure it in kilometers and not meters, that was a win. More importantly, it was either quick to escape and running to hide, or it was completely out, and Star Knight was set to recover it. Good, she was sure to apprehend it in a jiffy, all would be well, leaving her to get back to class... after she got dressed in the hallway.<br/><br/>She kept the towel around her tight - well, tight enough without ripping it, so realistically it was a tad loosely worn on her - and made her way inside and up stairs. Not many people upstairs, but once she got to the top floor where her locker was there were more... focused outside. Walking by, Chica glanced out and-oh, Dr. Metropolis? Right, he was a city spirit wasn't he? And that gas line was quite dangerous to leave open and visible like that, makes sense he'd be here to fix it. Report came in from him too after she saw the last bit of turf lay back in place, good as new.<br/><br/>Chica had kept walking at that point, and now that she was focused on where she was going again, she was starting to notice the comments, and immediately there was another chill shooting up her spine. She could<em>feel</em>every stare, much more acutely than she usually was.  She always did like the attention, so the fact that she was<em>really</em>liking this outright lustful attention was... actually more a surprise than she thought. Boys, girls, all seniors, all staring at her walking with nary more than a towel about her body... and she did her best to pretend she didn't notice and just be confident. She was confident, so it rally was more Chica not looking like she was getting off on this... she was sure some of it was showing though, and that just made the situation all the more exciting! Wow, she really was a pervert huh?<br/><br/>Thing was, she could open the locker with one hand, but from there... moment of truth right? Chica took a deep breath, and in an instant 'now-or-never' type of moment, she just... dropped her towel. Sure, in the locker room she'd walk out of the shower naked, but it WAS a locker room, so suffice to say it was a bit more exciting for all involved as her shapely, athletic body was bared, her dark skin - and even tan, no lines - and rippling muscles underneath from every little movement, as if barely contained within her mortal frame on display for all now heading back to class.<br/><br/>And oh gods in all the heavens, Chica fucking<em>loved</em>it! Holy fuck was this fucking hot! If she didn't have more self control she might have just started rubbing her clit right then and there! Oh she hoped whatever her next class was was a slow one because she was NOT learning anything after this! She did need to stay focused though: she had to get dressed, so she quickly reached in, ripped off her two outfits, and-<br/><br/>"Ay chingao, nani-the-fuck?!" In her simultaneous distraction and focus, Chica'd certainly hadn't been expecting the face staring at her from the mirror in the back of her locker as she hopped back (in better view of the hallway, unknowingly at the time). "The hell?!"<br/><br/>After whom it was finally registered, her eyes narrowed and face hardened as none but one of the many gods of the underworld spoke to her. And it was the Greek one with a raging boner for Freedom City. Seriously, what was Hades' issues? Disrespect? The guy acts like a petulant child who can't take a little name-calling, but apparently rules over Tartarus or whatever the Greeks called the underworld way-back-when! Sounded like a pendejo to her!<br/><br/>BUT if he did animate the grey-goo, that did explain a lot. All so he could apparently be the only one worshiped on a holiday that had nothing to do with him at all? Fuck, why not just try and take over Labor Day or something too while you were at it?!<br/><br/><"This is why nobody likes you, asshole!"> she growls back in Nahuatl, dogging forward and dragging her hand forward up her neck in an obscene gesture in his vanishing direction.<br/><br/>For some reason, she ended up switching to Nahuatl - a language she never actually studied but was perfectly fluent in - whenever she ended up talking to deities. Considering she was half of one - if that was how deific genetics worked, she wasn't sure if it was - probably had to do with some sort of shenanigans she wasn't aware of...<br/><br/>And then the comment of awesomeness, combined with the smell of smoke emanating from her locker, brought her back around: she was still standing - and had been for the better part of a minute - in the middle of her school hallway, naked but for her shoes...<br/><br/>...and her frustration was now the unfortunate kind: mixture of anger and arousal. Joy... she quickly stepped back in partial-cover with her locker, and quickly pulled on her athletic top and athletic bottoms. Sure it didn't really hide any curves or anything, practically a second skin, but it WAS coverage and she could legally wear it in public. Chica figured she'd get a pass for not having the rest of the uniform considering she stopped what was apparently a deific animism of a dangerous substance...<br/><br/>...oh, that reminded her: she got her comm back out again.<br/><br/>"La Mariposa again: our 'good friend' Hades just spoke to me in my locker of all things; he took credit for the grey goo attack, and I think I saw his energy earlier this morning when a classmate tried to get me to destroy an image of Hades on a cinderblock and it instead shot through the roof of the school," Chica relayed as she made her way to the chemistry room she'd just finished destroying to get her bag. "Apparently he didn't take kindly to me flicking the cinderblock and saying he was a 'pendejo', but more importantly he said before end-of-day he'd be the sole being worshiped on this holiday, and I don't know if he means Halloween or La Dia de los Muertos, but it sounds like he's planning an attack..."<br/><br/>She thought for a moment, and sighed...<br/><br/>"...also I got detention for the cinderblock-thing, so unless there's an emergency... Happy 18th Birthday to me..." she grumbled again before grabbing her bag and heading to class...<br/><br/>Why couldn't this shit have waited til tomorrow?