Halloween was everywhere; lots of bats and pumpkins, skeletons too, but they were hardly the festive sort she grew up seeing around this time of year. Then again, this far north of the southern border, La Dia de los Muertos was hardly as popular, and even less celebrated. Eh, she didn't mind really; considering the start of it was her birthday, she usually had other reasons to celebrate. That, and for her the 'speaking to spirits' thing was far more literal.<br/><br/>Hell, she passed by ghosts walking to her first class; today and the next three she couldn't get away from them, and even the ones she did see the rest of the year were chattier than usual. Something about these few days made them frisky...<br/><br/>"Eh?" Chica uttered as her name was called out again, another familiar figure. "Oh hi Mark..."<br/><br/>The stone he produced was a basic cinderblock, but the picture on it was surprisingly well done. Kind of impressive really. She reached out for it with her pinky, gently hooking behind one of the corners, and ever so gently lifted it out of his grasp. It was so light... so fragile...<br/><br/>"Now now Marco, Hades isn't a *spirit*; he's a *god*," Chica corrected bringing up one finger and 'tsk tsk'ing gently. "Always thought he was a pendejo, don't think the spirits would mind me giving him a bitch-slap... you trying to get me in trouble though Mark-y-boy? I smack this thing, it's going EVERYWHERE! Nah ese, just gonna give him a gentle little 'love tap'..."<br/><br/>This 'love tap' was her flicking it - thumb and middle finger - with more than enough force to break through it. Wasn't hard to do when you could punch through metal walls...