<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Dione3.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">The Countess</span></span><br/><em>Buxom CEO, Master Planner</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>2<strong>INT:</strong>6<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>2<strong>PER:</strong>6<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>The Countess smirked at the girl’s energy and shock, but more out of cold amusement that quickly ran dry. Dealing with Glamorous was one thing, and it wasn’t hard to stretch her patience until it was razor thin.<br/><br/>“As much as your vigor is refreshing, Miss Hyde, I believe I have told you to refer to me as Countess. My identity is not something that one goes flaunting about in public, especially when I have been more than cordial in allowing you to know it.”<br/><br/>Correct as her doctor might have been, she felt that it was time for a true ‘field test’ for one of their new weapons. Miss Hyde was unpredictable, possessed a great power, and was fiercely loyal…or perhaps loyal to the drug that she was administered. But a leash was a leash, at any rate, one that she was more than happy to hold, and if necessary, apply a little force to.<br/><br/>“Dr. Creel is correct,” The Countess said, folding her arms beneath her bust. “The League has a matter it must attend to, and I feel that your surprise may be a welcome presence to our enemies.” She smiled again, this time a little more warmly, though it was lukewarm. “Think of it as a chance to impress me first hand with the abilities we have given you. If you do so, I might even talk to the good doctor and see if we can keep your serum doses a little more ‘regular’.”<br/>