<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Text Message to 'Manager' Contact, Body Text: Hey Lady-Who-Manages-My-Contracts, I didn't sign off on this fight, and did you see a match contract go by your desk? Hades is messing with me because he's a childish fuckboy who can't take namecalling or jokes. Just let me handle it; my schedule was clear tonight anyway for my birthday anyway. End Body Text, Send." She said into her smartphone before tucking it into her sports bra, and grabbed her comm once more. "La Mariposa to command, I assume you got the same message me and apparently the entire city did?! I don't know what Hades and his little puppy are playing at, but something tells me we need mobilize security to help manage this mess. If someone can look into this for me that'd be great since I'm you know, still at school..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Chica received a call back, this time from Daedalus. A bronze-skinned man clad in bronze-like Greek armor, it is not exactly the iconic look for a famed scientist...50 years ago. But being the longest-serving member of the Freedom League did much to cement one's image in the public consciousness.<br/><br/>"Already on it; we traced the ISP to a Macedonian server farm named Cheiron Industries. Not exactly subtle. Bowman and Thunderbolt are already mobilized and can rendezvous at the usual location. Until then, stay in school. Daedalus out!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"...that sounded like a tsundere line; 'It's not like I did this for you!'" she did in her best tsundere voice-acting, facial expression and all. "Miss Lasham, are you one of those otakus or something?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“It’s La<em>th</em>am!” Mrs. Lathan retorted, blushing even more. “M-my clothing choice is not to get attention, especially not the kind that goes unseen!”<br/><br/>The teacher sat down abruptly at her desk, shifting a bit uneasily. “Back to your studies!”<br/><br/>The guilty spirit responsible hovered by Chica’s side. “Hmm if that didn’t work...then this will!”<br/><br/><em>Make me a DC 24 Parry (or Intimidation) check to avoid the poltergeist from telekineticly flinging Chia's shirt off. Of you can voluntarily fail. :3</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chica manages to fend off the poltergeist, but causes Mrs. Latham to stare at her. She senses that something is off, and rushes over to Chica’s side.<br/><br/>“Okay, this is definitely not normal behavior, are you alright?”<br/><br/>She attempts to place a reassuring hand on Chica, causing the poltergeist to relent.<br/><br/>“Oho, this is even better.” And then, a gentle nudge causes the teacher to fall into the student’s lap!</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Although clearly strong enough to resist, the poltergeist is too canny and fast and uses Chica’s own strength against her. The fabric strains and frays before flying across the room with an audible RRRRRIIIPPP and landing right on Mrs. Latham’s desk.<br/><br/>To say that this caught her attention was an understatement; she was now staring at Chica, half in incredulous shock...half in awe, the kind of awe reserved for those appreciating her fine form.</div></div>