"Centuria, in a world with gods and cosmic entities that can bend reality to their whim, why the FUCK would you jinx us like that?!" Chica growled out the side of her mouth opposite her commlink after she opened her mouth about things being 'too easy'.<br/><br/>Then Thunderbolt was cut off, and everything started exploding.<br/><br/>"See! This is what I mean-" Chica trailed off as her eyes unfocused, and flashes of that-which-could-be played out before her eyes. "...okay, listen up! The coliseum is going to collapse soon, and with those red auras are links to the underworld that are going to start releasing angry spirits into the world! Just trust me on this: we NEED to see if we can get Dr. Metropolis here PRONTO!"<br/><br/>Okay, show was over; time to get shit done, but what needed to get done? The fact that this happened following her knocking Cerberus out made her wonder if she'd somehow triggered a failsafe. Wouldn't that be a bitch? Or maybe Thunderbolt was the one that triggered it... whatever the way or reason, things had been expedited and that was not good for anyone here but Hades. So as her companions were pointing out: what was the best way to approach this?<br/><br/>Search for Thunderbolt? Or finish the trials? On the latter... okay, spiked pits with towers and keyholes, with silver keyes... and then a maze with 1-9... okay, straight forward enough.<br/><br/>"Ey chica, considering this all went to shit when Thunderbolt was snooping around, maybe WE were the ones not playing fair, ever think of that?" Chica growled at Centuria's retorts. "I don't trust Hades to play fair, but I trust him to have an ego, and that puta-madre pendejo wants me to fail because I apparently pissed him right the fuck off, he wants their deaths to be MY fault! You two need to find Thunderbolt and make sure he's okay, 'cause Hades is apparently still out there, and you need to try and get Dr. Metropolis and whatever other backup you can to help out. I was issued a challenge, so if I run away, I'd bet anything that this whole mess gets worse. I keep at it? He's the type of guy who wants to beat me at my own game; stabbing me in the back isn't going to make him look like the big, tough guy he is right?"<br/><br/>Chica shrugged; really she didn't KNOW what was going to happen, but... it was the best she could come up with, considering this was what was intended...<br/><br/>"You wanna be useful before you go looking for Thunderbolt? You know this roman mythology and history stuff like your 'daddy' right?" she gestured to the two events before her. "Tick tock tick tock, tell me who those dudes are and what the tricks for this mess is!"