Editing Grace (section)

==Personality==
She is often energetic and boisterous, but can be resolute or serious when the situation calls for it. In her early days as a Ward, she was known for being vulgar<ref>“Grace,” Tecton said.  “No swearing.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/09/scarab-25-4/ Excerpt] from [[Scarab 25.4]]</ref> and snappy,<ref name="24.1 e2"> “What’s with the hand shape?” Regent asked, as he poked his head out from cover enough to peek at the scene.<br /><br />“A ‘v’,” Golem said, his voice small.<br /><br />“I get it. You’re calling Behemoth a big vagina.”<br /><br />“It’s for victory,” Cuff said, sounding annoyed.<br /><br />"That’s lame,” Imp said.<br /><br />“Really lame,” Regent echoed, “I prefer the vagina thing.”<br /><br />“Way you dress,” Grace commented, “I wasn’t so sure.”<br /><br />“Ohhhhh,” Imp cut in, she elbowed Regent, “Ohhhhh. You going to take that?”<br /><br />Regent only laughed in response, shaking his head.<br /><br />“Is the little princess feeling brave?” Grace taunted Regent. “Come on.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/06/08 Excerpt] from [[Crushed 24.1]]</ref> adopting the ironic maxim "Don't fucking swear" as a result.
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I realized why.  The bastards.  They were pulling the same trick Campanile had, stuffing something in the front of their costumes.  Tecton, for his part, wore a mechanical suit, so he’d simply bulked out the crotch portion of his armor with additional armor plating.  Obvious, not even trying to hide what they were doing.  Wanton gave me a cheeky smile as I made eye contact with him.<br/><br/>For my part, I managed to keep my expression straight.<br/><br/>Over the course of seconds, Annex seemed to get more and more uncomfortable.  I made eye contact and maintained it as he squirmed.<br/><br/>“She’s not reacting, and I’m feeling really, really dumb,” he said. <br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>“Alright guys, joke’s over,” Tecton said.  He unclasped and removed the metal codpiece from his armor.  “She’s right.  We’re just embarrassing ourselves now.  Get rid of the damn things.  And I don’t want to see them lying around anywhere.”<br/><br/>“I could keep it this way,” Wanton joked.<br/><br/>“No you couldn’t,” Tecton said.  “You’ll forget about it, switch to your other form without absorbing it and wind up bashing someone unconscious with a foot-long silicon club.”<br/><br/>I glanced over my shoulder at Campanile, and saw him standing by the trashcan, no longer endowed.  He didn’t look quite so ludicrous now.  Freakishly tall, yes.  Not freakishly long, so to speak.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” he said.<br/><br/>I shrugged.  “I figure I’ve got blackmail material now.  Just need to get my hands on the security camera footage.”<br/><br/>He smiled and shook his head.  “Welcome.  Be good.”<br/><br/>“I don’t think these guys are setting the bar that high on the ‘good’ scale,” I told him.<br/><br/>He clapped one hand on my shoulder, then turned around to go up the stairs, leaving. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/06/29 Excerpt] from [[Scarab 25.1]]</ref>--->