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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 19, 2016 20:22:10 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Lunch, a place of socializing, mingling with your peers, and of consuming enough food to make one's stomach physically cringe in anticipation. It was a quintessential cornucopia of epicurean delight adorned with a creamy slathering of gluttony atop and just the place that Amethyst usually avoided at all costs if she could. It was far too noisy for her tastes among generally not caring to eat around others and ruminate amidst the cackling and gossip that seemed to always be about the cafeteria around this time. Though as it were it was raining outside and far too cold for her to throw caution to the wind bringing Amethyst to find herself in a bit of a pickle with her hands tied on the matter. With this much being the case she'd reluctantly decided to eat there coming into the place with a sour expression tinging the features of her face as the grabbed a tray. Eventually she would get into line and make her way through it ordering a roast beef sandwich with onions, tomato, lettuce, pickles, a little of each of the various peppers, deli mustard, and cranberry sauce packed high between two slices of fresh baked wheat bread with fries on the side and a large soda to top it all off. It was the lunch of champions she was sure having ordered it many times before prompting her mood to pique up just slightly as she entered the line to pay.
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After a short wait in the line she set her tray down pulling her wallet out of her leg satchel giving the clerk the right amount and receiving a small amount of change back before finally taking her tray once more. Trotting off with her meal Amethyst soon made her way out into the cafeteria which burst to life with talking, laughter, and the usual tall tales of morons and idiots trying to make themselves look better than they actually were. Though she tried to not let that much bother her as she focused on her meal and started to make her way towards the back of the cafeteria which seemed less populated for whatever reason. Finally coming to sit she set her tray down on the grand oaken table before getting herself situated on the seat using her hands to brush her skirt under her. Once all was said and done she looked down to her food with a wild stare in her eyes and a slight grin piquing on her face as her stomach roared out in hunger. Much like a townsperson to a Grimm she was about to rip into it and devour it whole without a second thought, enjoying every last delectable second.
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Starting off Amethyst took one side of the sandwich and quickly went to work chomping into it as she seemed use her other hand to grab at her fries, taking periodic sips off of her soda in the process. The act almost seemed choreographed in a way as she made quick work of the first half of her sandwich and part of her fries only to look up when she heard a shift in tone in the cafeteria. Splatters and splotches of food seemed to take flight as if magically so finding their homes on the faces and clothing of her peers. Immediately Amethyst began gathering up her food in recourse as anyone who was hungry would have. Though before she could get away a stray volley – what looked like a meatball from a meatball sub – set its sights on her sandwich, barraging her poor lunch and splattering against her tray. The splatter from the meatball then ricocheted off of the tray as she jumped back causing both meatball sub and soda droplets to taint her clothing. Standing there amidst the chaos Amethyst's head lowered as she fell to her knees over her sandwich uttering out "Et tu, sodacus?" Sulking for a moment amidst her besmirched lunch Amethyst eventually would get to her feet as another food projectile was launched past her walking over to a table with a hard salami hanging off of the end of it. Gripping the salami's end she would pull her head up looking out on the horizon as she spat out "You have dishonored my roast beef! For this, you shall all pay!" and began to charge dragging the dried meat behind her. Yes indeed, the day this food war erupted she would surely find herself victorious! She would avenge her fallen meal and it truly would be the best. Day. Ever! Aura 150 Points Notes Woo! FOOD FIGHT! Okay, so a couple things everyone needs to know about this thread. One, there are four open seats available besides Amara and Amethyst, and two, this is meant to be silly, short-lived, and fun. No lethal blows or blood shed of any sort otherwise its a free for all. Now go! BRING HONOR TO YOUR LUNCH! 8D [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Amara Reedman on Nov 19, 2016 23:14:52 GMT -6
Tap. Tap. Tap.It was almost hypnotic, the sound of the fork’s gentle striking against the surface of the metallic tray. Amara had a bad habit of getting really bored when it came time for lunch, and more often than not she found herself discarding a majority of her meal. Most of the students took to things like sandwiches and pizza, all that good stuff that was easy to tear at by hand. Amara, on the other hand, enjoyed a smaller meal of oatmeal with a side of orange juice and milk. Everything was set up before her, each thing in its proper place according to her usual mealtime ritual.In the center of her tray rested a small foam bowl. Nothing really fascinating to look at, in fact it was probably the plainest looking bowl she had ever seen. Only the slight dimpling along the smooth white surface, a result of her near death grip while she mixed in some cinnamon sugar, gave it the slightest inkling of character. Just to the left of that rested a small carton of orange juice, which had been kept so cold it was practically frozen. Amara’s tired eyes focused on the apparent permafrost sprawling from the bottom four corners. To the right, and probably the thing she cared about the most, was the milk.Were there anything she truly enjoyed in all of Remnant, it was the taste of anything dairy. Milks, cheeses, ice cream - just about anything there was in the dairy family had an almost instant place on her favorites list. Matter of fact, she wondered why she hadn’t opted for something like grilled cheese instead. It puzzled her, to say the very least, but she inevitably decided to make due with what she had. Blinking a few times to work out some of her grogginess, Amara reached for the milk carton in one sluggish motion, pouring some of its contents into the bowl of oatmeal. She stared into the swirling display of white dairy goodness and cinnamon, almost smirking at the result.The sound of a tray being set down nearby, just across from her, snapped Amara out of her peculiar milk-induced trance.Amara’s head raised - very, very slowly - to catch a quick glimpse of whoever had joined her at the table. It was a girl, probably just a little older than she was, and just a little bit taller. That was really all Amara was able to absorb at the time, a nervous squeak squeezing its way from between her lips as her eyes shot back down into the small bowl. She had grown used to eating alone, aside from the occasional meal she shared with her partner and a small group of personal friends. Amara otherwise kept to herself, and she liked it that way. Less people meant less distractions, and less distractions meant it’d be easier for her to achieve her goals.Doing her best to ignore the stranger as she ate, Amara’s attention remained fixed on her now dairy-fied oatmeal. Her movements were quick and fluid - almost as if guided by her Semblance, and in one swift motion she scooped up a spoonful of the oats, pausing only for a moment before stuffing it into her mouth. Amara felt awkward, leaving her to do whatever she could - which wasn’t much, in all honesty - to make the best of an uncomfortable situation. She never could handle one-on-one scenarios like this, not even when she spent time with Nea back home. There always had to be a handful of others.If not, she’d lock up.Petrification didn’t suit her, either.In all her awkwardness, Amara hadn’t immediately noticed the sounds of shenanigans unfolding around her. Of course, it was the girl sitting across from her that finally clued her in on something happening around them. An assortment of veggies, meat, some foam dishes - and even trays - were being flung all around them. Amara tried to retreat behind the table, but found herself almost awestruck at the sight of things. Spectating from safety, everything was playing well into her hand before the almost crippling sensation of her stomach growling shook her body. She was...so…Hungry.Her head peeked over the edge of the table, her eyes shifting from side to side as she scanned for any sign of trouble in the immediate area. Everyone else was off fighting, or whatever this strange event was called. Calling it clear, Amara’s gaze set on the small bowl of oatmeal, and she cautiously reached for the coveted white dome. Just as she touched it, only enough to feel the slightest semblance of static between her index finger and the bowl, she was struck in the face by something firm and green.The impact sent her spiraling back, the table rocking and sending her tray down upon her. Milky oatmeal spewed everywhere, sticking to anything unfortunate enough to find itself in its path. Amara’s shirt, jacket, and jeans were a few of such unfortunate things. She stared at the goopy oats for what felt like an eternity, fighting off her initial urge to explode in a fit of rage and curses. Her brow furrowed, spasming just above her right eye as she started to gnash her teeth together. To her side was the green thing that had struck her face - an entire cucumber, resting innocently beneath the small bench she had been seated on before all this ruckus broke out.Grasping the end of said cucumber, Amara jumped to her feet, looking for the first and most obvious target she could find. They wanted a fight? She’d give them a fight! Taking a moment to hop in place, Amara worked up hype for the impromptu battle ahead, then dashed into the fray with reckless abandon. Her first target was a boy that was trying to take advantage of an overturned lunch table. Coming up from behind, Amara whipped the cucumber sword in one quick motion, striking the young man in the back of the head.“That’s one for me!” Amara announced with a proud smirk. “That just leaves…” She paused for a moment, poking her index finger among the open air as she went about counting all the heads she could make out. There were simply too many to count. “A lot more to go.” She added, her smirk twisting into an almost devilish grin.It was about time something fun happened around here.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 20, 2016 1:18:30 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Between her appetite and the unfortunate loss of a dear friend, her poor roast beef sandwich, Amethyst had failed to even really notice the girl who was sitting across from her at the table. She had been only finally catch a real glimpse of her as she passed with a cucumber in hand causing Amethyst almost to pause mid-run. With an awkward look on her face she almost couldn't help but laugh a little bit as the girl jumped behind a table and beat a guy over the head with the gourd coming up moments later to find more to do likely the same to. Though despite finding it humorous she couldn’t stand and gawk for too long as spreads of raisins turned shotgun pellets ripped through the air at her bringing her to dodge and whip around as she flared her salami out and it pelted the perpetrator in their ribs. Bolting off after that in a display of blue-violet embers Amethyst made her way through the crowd with a whack, whack, whack, downing her peers as she went and using the hard salami's weight to her advantage.
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Meanwhile, as she avoided the onslaught of vegetables and fruit being haphazardly chucked about, the wheels in her mind had started to turn as she spotted a bag of marshmallows strewn out about the floor and another student with a chain whip of sausage links gunning for her. Using the salami to hike them up as she approached Amethyst whipped around grabbing the hilt of the salami with her other hand turning it into a baseball bat as she wildly struck at the fluffy white projectiles sending them careening into her opponent. Fending them off without much hesitation the girl took a few minor hits gritting her teeth at Amethyst before she lashed out the sausage whip causing it to wrap around her salami in an attempt to slow her down. Shaking a soda the girl went to go pull the tab to spray Amethyst as Amethyst jumped down rolling on the soiled ground before grabbing a hard breadstick and chucking it at her hitting her square in the forehead. The hit was hard enough to bring her to let go of the whip releasing Amethyst's salami in the process as Amethyst reeled the salami back as if she were sheathing it just before unleashing an iaijutsu inspired slash that would crack the girl across the head hard enough to launch her towards the other wall.
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Though as she was focused on sausage girl she almost found herself besieged by a man wielding a ketchup and mustard bottle who seemed to an upperclassmen, a senior. Firing off stream after stream of condiments at her Amethyst cartwheeled back flipping several times to dodge his fire before skidding to a halt and spotting a hard beget off to the side of her. Shuffling over to it Amethyst gripped at the beget haphazardly before taking off toward him, staggering her running pattern so he couldn't get a bead on her, before jumping into the air and spinning into a connecting hit which lashed him across the face knocking him back. Locking her silver eyes on him as they gleamed amidst the chaos she charged once more landing one strike to his torso before trading off with the salami and upper cutting him under his jaw before taking a leap again and barraging him with a streaming display of sword mastery and power. Using the momentum that she gained during the barrage she kicked herself up into the air spinning once before she came down on him again with both would be food-gone-swords slamming them into his shoulder blades as his eyes reeled into the back of his head and he fell hard onto his knees with his mouth agape and drool visibly spewing out of it.
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Taking deep baited breaths as she looked down at the man she muttered out "I take it you don't like salami sandwiches then?" with a laugh lingering behind her words and a slight smile on her lips. With that she let go of the now broken pieces of food as she turned around and set her sights on the ringleaders of this whole food fight who were currently chucking vegetables and fruit into the crowd. Pulling her hands together Amethyst used her left hand to pop and crack her right hands knuckles before reversing the process and finally walking off toward the ringleaders whilst yanking a leek from under a pile of spaghetti mixed with chocolate pudding. Flaring the leek down and off to the side the food on it spattered against the already soiled floor as she took off running again. Wading through the crowds once more she dodged left and right coming scoop up a mixture of food from the floor before slamming it into one unsuspecting students' face. Immediately after she summersaulted over another coming to crack them in the hindquarters with the leek cackling as she continued on before finally being felled herself with a pie directly to the face causing her to fall back slightly covered from head to toe in whipped cream and fruit filling. It was a bitter sweet blow, quite literally, that shook her to her very sweet tooth but one that she would survive as she ducked behind a table to lick her rather tasty wounds while waiting for the pie barrage to pass. Aura 150 Points Notes Amethyst is about to go Miku Hatsune on everyone! D: [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Amara Reedman on Nov 20, 2016 10:18:01 GMT -6
Precipitous. It was the only good word floating around in Amara’s head to properly describe the scene that had unfolded around her and so many others. Students, ranging in year from Freshman to Senior - in fact, thinking on it a little further, Amara thought she had seen some underclassmen too - were now locked in a heated battle for dominion over the cafeteria. This like this didn’t happen very often, at least not that she was ever aware of. It seemed counter-productive to destroy one of the only places they all had to relax and unwind after a long day, or to study, or to - as is the cafeteria’s function - grab a bite to eat.She could feel someone watching her when she had jumped over the table and struck the boy in the head, shifting her head to the side to ensure it wasn’t another potential attacker. Instead of finding someone to obliterate with her makeshift cucumber sword, Amara instead caught glimpse of the girl that had sat across from her before this all started. She...laughed? Amara blinked curiously, trying to divert her gaze until she noticed the spray of raisins flying at the other girl. “Hey, watch out!” Was what she meant to say, but all that came out was a strained “Wa-” before the girl responded to the impending attack herself.In just about the amount of time it had taken Amara to realize the girl was there in the first place, she was gone.Amara’s eyes, while still tired, were now wide open and alert. The steel blue spherules slid from side to side in their sockets, with Amara considering her options as she contemplated her next move. As an erratic volley of meat and produce showered upon the large open room, she finally settled on her first plan of action - get the hell out of there! The sight of a messy clump of meat, likely some sort of gross loaf, was met with Amara reaching for a nearby tray, her firm grip locking the metallic surface in her hands. Her timing couldn’t have been better as she raised the tray to cover her face, the loaf striking the end opposite her.The force of contact gave the tray a violent nudge back, striking Amara in the forehead with enough power to knock her backwards. Only a slight yelp escaped her lips before she tumbled onto her rear. Landing with a loud squeak, Amara scrambled to her feet as soon as she had a moment to regain her bearings. Oatmeal was still stuck to her clothes, and while she had taken a blow to the head - made evident by the slight red mark just above her brow, she had managed to avoid getting the greasy brown goop of the loaf that had made her its target. She frantically looked through the crowd, trying to identify her attacker among several other bodies to no avail.“Damn.” She muttered under a sore breath. In her pause, Amara set her hands on her hips, looking up to the ceiling of the cafeteria. How would this scene look from up there, anyway? The question began to pick at the back of her mind, enough so that she was completely oblivious to the fact that her cucumber sword was missing. Just to her side, the green gourd had been knocked from her person during the now named “Meatloaf Incursion”. It had been broken in two, likely due to her landing upon it in her fall. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid thing!’ She scowled in her mind. Now what was she going to do for a weapon?A girl had set her sights on the dark haired girl as she stood there, entering a reckless charge with the intent of striking Amara with the long sandwich she carried as if it were a sword of her own. Reaching for the table nearest her, Amara’s frantic hands searched blindly for the first thing she could get her hands on, her eyes fixed on the girl barreling in her direction. Her fingers then met something warm, something moist. She shuddered as her fingers sank into whatever it was, though she was quick to identify the presence of cheese. Amara whipped whatever it was in front of her, holding the food item - a slice of pepperoni pizza - in an intimidating manner towards the girl.The upperclassman stopped and stared at Amara for a moment, throwing her head back as she erupted into a fit of laughter. Embarrassed, Amara’s face grew hot and red, her teeth grinding together as she tried to contain her fury. She felt like an absolute imbecile. Just as the girl’s head returned to its regular position, Amara wound back her hand - in all its pizza holding glory - and struck the underclassmen across the face with it. Pepperoni and cheese splattered against the girl’s face as she was knocked off to the side, her cheek now covered in a mess of grease and sauce. A proud grin on her face, Amara gave the girl a light pat on the shoulder, grabbing the sandwich before making her exit.“That makes two!” She cheered, marching proudly as she raised her right fist high into the air. In her fanfare, two boys - about the same age as she was - snuck up behind her, one of them holding a small steel bowl of ice cream in their hands.With little to no imagination, the first boy tugged back the collar of Amara’s shirt, while the other dumped the freezing cold dessert down her shirt. The change in temperature was immediate and intense, sending a powerful chill up Amara’s spine and back down her legs. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, her muscles spasmed as they tried to keep warm. Her left eye twitched as she processed what had just happened, feeling the icy cold melted ice cream slowly roll down the curve of her spine before settling where her shorts rested at her hips. Closing her eyes tightly, Amara turned to the boys.Very, very slowly.“I’m going to end you two so hard.” She taunted them, adding a confident nod. “I’ll give you a head start. Get going.”The two boys looked at one another, confused for lack of a better word, before dashing off away from the girl as she stood there - counting down. She started at ten, her eyes still closed while her ears tuned into the sounds of their footsteps. They grew more and more faint, almost completely gone by the time she reached one. Upon reaching zero, Amara’s eyes opened, shimmering in a vibrant display of blue and gold. Her hair, black as night, began to flare and grow red at the ends. Her Semblance active, Amara set her eyes on the two boys, grabbing on to the sub sandwich as if it were Kaecilius in hand.This act of evil would not go unpunished!
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Post by Jeremy Aatxe on Nov 21, 2016 19:16:02 GMT -6
As was fairly common for Jeremy around lunch time, he was in the cafeteria kitchen helping out where he could. His mother worked full time in the cafeteria kitchen, so he found the kitchen to be a nice place, out of the way and safe from the nigh constant threat of interacting with people. He found the hustle and noise of the kitchen at lunch time very relaxing, and while yes people were milling about, it was almost like a clock how everybody weaved around each other like gears. So long as he stayed out of the way or helped out, he was generally welcome to spend the entire lunch period there even when his mother wasn't working. Today he was doing dishes, merrily humming away with his sleeves rolled up and his hands submerged in the warm soapy water. He had already enjoyed a quick lunch with his mom, vegetarian chili which was a specialty of hers and one of Jeremy's favourites, just before the lunch period really got started in earnest. He heard some noises coming from the main cafeteria hall, and one of the line cooks letting out a loud sigh.
It's happening again. The cook said dryly, and Jeremy knew what he was talking about. While it wasn't super common, it happened a handful of times a year that some student would toss a carrot or something at a friend before the entire student body erupted into a flurry of flung food. Jeremy had heard that one such culinary commotion had started when a sophomore had tripped and covered himself in food, which another student had mistaken for an attack and it spiralled from there. Jeremy, for his part, had generally avoided getting in the middle of such kerfuffles and wasn't even certain of the point of wasting perfectly good food like that. Either way, he dried off his hands so he could help with the 'lock down' procedure for the kitchen that happened every time a food fight kicked up. Closing the line up, locking doors, trying to prevent students from getting 'fresh ammunition' until it all died down and they could get back to work properly.
I'll lock the side door. Jeremy called out, though on his way over was intercepted by his mother. She was carrying a large tiered platter of desserts, eclairs, fudge, donuts and a few pies decorated the large plate.
Honey, I want you to go out there and have some fun. Here, take these. She said to him, thrusting the platter of confections into his hands before he could stammer out a response.
But mom, I just want to stay in here with you guys. He whined as she started pushing him towards the exit of the kitchen and toward the cafeteria hall.
No, you have to go out there an socialize more. You don't have any friends Nino, go out there and have some fun. She insisted, though he didn't seem convinced at all. Listen honey, think of this like sparring practice, but with donuts, you don't even need to talk to people, sounds perfect for you. Now out you go. She said, pushing him out of the kitchen, the door closing behind him with the decided clicking of a lock.
Jeremy contemplated just leaving the platter of sugary armament on the floor and heading back to the dorm where he could wait out the food fight until his next period, but decided that it was best to respect the wishes of his mother and get into some shenanigans. No matter how much he really didn't want to. With a sigh, he turned and entered into the main hall, and truly no words could describe the war zone that presented itself. Bodies were strewn about, covered in all manner of salad dressings, students trying with all there might to force feed other students four foot long subs. It was anarchy, delicious, delicious anarchy.
And there he was in a perfectly clean, pressed and tailoured vest, tie and slacks. It took roughly two and a half seconds before he was pelted with a bowl full of spaghetti. He should have thought of removing his nice casual clothes and opted to sacrifice merely his undershirt and slacks to the battle field gods, but now his tie was irreparably stained, his vest pocket sharing space with a meatball, and still dripping noodles dangled from his horns. These people deserved to have eclairs forcibly inserted into their chest cavities.
Jeremy cleared the top most tier of the platter, mostly french pastries and fudge, with a sweep of his arm and began firing them off into the crowd, taking pin point shots with the boiled sugary death. More than one of his victims fell from slipping up on the treats turned traps, others taking a few peltings of chocolate to the side of the head, knocking them off course and into the waiting arms of another attacking student. With the small calibre ammunition spent, Jeremy turned to the heavier artillery, four pies that were indeed begging to be launched like mortars. There was one pumpkin pie, a cream pie, an apple pie and a cherry pie, which Jeremy tossed into the air just above him. With a punch, the apple pie collided solidly with a young looking upperclassman, taking him off his feet and into a group of students duelling with melons firmly planted on their fists. The cherry pie was the next to come down and was punched into a group, exploding is gooey red innards among the group like a grenade. The pumpkin and cream pies were the next to fly, and Jeremy jumped into the air to meet them, catching both with his feet before twisting and flinging them outward with little to no care for aim, instead giving most effort into delivering power. The pumpkin pie collided with a freshman, taking the boy in the chest and toppling him off of a table, while the cream pie managed to strike a young woman in the face, whipped cream and fruit filling covering her head to toe. And now he was unarmed, standing in front of the cafeteria door with no cover, having just pelted over a dozen students from afar.
He did not feel particularly smart at the moment.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Nov 22, 2016 5:11:17 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Taking deep chuckling breaths Amethyst couldn't help but laugh at herself and what she'd endeavored on. Years ago she never could've imagined herself in such a mess nor could she have imagined it'd be so, well, fun. But, that fun aside, it was time to kick things into high gear and get back at those peers of hers who had decided to start chucking things into the crowd, and particularly the one who had hit her with the pie. He was going to pay a delectable death fitting delicious transgression he has wrought; that she vowed. With that Amethyst began wiping her eyes and nose clear of debris, licking off the rather tasty cream filled pie, which she ironically had come to want to try in earnest when this was all over. Though before she could make a battle plan or get up she'd noticed off to the side of her the girl from before. Her hair had been stained black and dyed a fiery red at the ends as her aura presented itself visually in all of its messy but resplendent glory. It was quite becoming she thought to herself as she made her way to her feet in a crouch picking up several shish kabob skewers in the process with her free hand almost admiring the other girl from afar.
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Taking one last gaze Amethyst grinned and turned her focus to the battle at hand situating the leek in her belt behind her waist before moving her hand down to her leg satchel. Pulling out a red cartridge of powdered dust from it as she motioned up to move with the shish kabob skewers firmly situated between her fingers as she went. Darting out from behind the table Amethyst flicked open the top of the cartridge throwing it up into the air as it spread amidst the atmosphere reacting with her aura just before she threw all three skewers through it. Like bottle rockets the shish kabob skewers caught on fire and as the wooden sticks that were used in their creation began to superheat. At that point the water trapped inside of the wood the skewers were composed of created a plume of steam sending them jettisoning haphazardly into the crowd with no particular goal then to create a distraction. From there Amethyst used the commotion caused by the rocket propelled shish kabob to focus on her aura as it erupted into an inferno enkindling the flittering sparks that normally trailed off of her as she dodged off to the side. When the steam cleared from behind it a stood Amethyst poised over the sullied floor with her hand down on it for support and with gleaming quicksilver eyes peering out into the chaos.
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Her semblance, the eyes that could see the very concept of death better known as 'Paradise Lost', had been unleashed sending a plethora of visual stimulation to her senses in the process. Glowing blurry lines began to etch themselves over everything in existence – the food, the people, the building, even herself among other things – bringing her grin to pique slightly at the edges of her lips before she took off running towards the ringleaders of this whole fiasco. In the process Amy had snaked her hand behind her back pulling out the leek with her right hand as he flipped the vegetable around so that it sat like a reversed dagger just before spotting a melon-gone-cannonball in her wake followed by a volley of oranges and apples in the distance. Jumping up high Amethyst slashed with surgical precision at the melon tracing one of its lines with the leek as it withered exploding into a rotten refuse of seeds and debris, scattering itself like shrapnel on those unlucky enough to be below. Next came the barrage of oranges and apples as she made contact with the first with her right foot on one of its lines saying amidst the move "I know what you're thinking 'Did she kick one orange or thirty-thousand six hundred twenty-eight?' well you'll find out soon it's just one really rotten one! Yay math... and rotten fruit!" before turning sharply into a spin as the orange rotted from the inside out. The fruit went flying back to its sender rotting and liquefying from the inside out in a matter of seconds before it smashed straight into the upperclassmen's face releasing its putrid juices into his mouth and spattering all over.
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Left and right Amethyst dodged fruit in midair falling to the ground as she seemed to dance through the onslaught slashing the leek wildly as rotten fruit spattered behind her just before she came to a stop. Down the way stood the remnants of the refuse ridden upperclassmen trying to keep themselves from getting ill as they did their best to cover their noses, some seemingly running off to go vomit from the stench. It was truly a glorious victory in Amethyst's opinion as she set her sights on her next victim; the boy who had pegged her with a pie. With a wild, almost feral, gaze in her eyes she shifted her body off to the side flipping the leek in one fluid motion around in her hand pointing it outward towards the bull-horned fauna with a nasty smirk arcing on her lips. Taking off without a moment's notice she bounded over the food covered cafeteria floor using her limber physique to keep a steady footing as she jumped catching her foot on one of the oak tables. Using her free hand to swoop down and grab a bowl of piping hot mashed potatoes with an extra helping of whatever had gotten tossed into them, as she went Amethyst proceeded to launch herself from table to table in the fauna's direction. Then, just as she neared him, Amethyst jumped from the last table taking flight before launching the bowl of potatoes like a missile in mid-air down toward him yelling out "MASHED POTATO HIGH-FACE!" Aura 70 Points - Start: 150 Points
- Minus: 5 Points for Fire Dust usage.
- Minus: 75 Points for Paradise Lost activation.
Notes Well, I hope Jeremy brought his brown pants!
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But seriously, welcome to the fight Jeremy! An with that we have three more spots open! Hurry quick guys! Don't miss the fun! :3 [nospaces][googlefont="Alegreya Sans:400,100,100italic,300,300italic,400italic,500,500italic,700,700italic,800,800italic,900,900italic"][googlefont="Open Sans:400,300,300italic,400italic,600,600italic,700,700italic,800,800italic"][newclass=.pDMain1791368560]font-family:"Alegreya Sans","Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;text-rendering:optimizeLegibility;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 p, .pDMain1791368560 ul, .pDMain1791368560 ol]font-family:"Open Sans",Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b]color:#9966cc;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDMain1791368560 b i.thoughtText]color:#808080 !important;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.pDTags1791368560]display:none;[/newclass] |
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Post by Amara Reedman on Nov 22, 2016 14:24:19 GMT -6
As her gaze on the two boys narrowed, Amara’s grip on her sandwich sword tightened. Her features were now dappled in various food items, most notably the oatmeal - which the small Freshman had been trying to enjoy prior to the food fight - that was caked onto her black shirt. If there was anything the girl was truly mad about, it was that. This shirt was one of her favorites, a hand-me-down of sentimental value that once belonged to her sister. Almost entirely black with a neon colored skull design on the front,the sleeves of the shirt hung down to about the center of her upper arms, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath.Those bastards.Giving the two just a couple more seconds, Amara’s Aura suddenly flared to life. Black and blue, it whipped around her in a truly violent - yet beautiful - display of color. She wasted no time afterward, pressing forward with her leading foot as she drew out the long sandwich like a blade. Her movements were quick, her body responding instantly was her mind - and Semblance - called the shots. Mijn Eigen Weg granted her speed, twice that of most of her peers, and completely fluid movement. Once she reached her top sprinting speed, it was game over. The boys had grown frantic in their attempts to escape, overturning tables and tossing back food items in an attempt to slow her down.The first thing she reached was one of the tables, which had been thrown her way by one of the boys’ own Semblances. She brought her knees together, dropping onto them and leaning back - almost as if participating in a limbo line - as she slid underneath the table. Once clear, she was back up on her feet in a matter of milliseconds, continuing her mad dash towards the boys. Her first opportunity to strike back came as one of the two - presumably the oldest - tripped the other, laughing as the shorter kid - who she assumed was the youngest - tumbled to the ground. Amara’s brow furrowed as she looked on ahead, dashing by the smaller kid as he cowered when she got close.She would spare this boy, but only because the older kid was clearly the instigator - and a dickhead.Finally catching up, Amara jumped into the air, stepping on what one might assume were invisible platforms as she rushed ahead of the boy from above. With a quick flex of the muscles in her body, Amara whipped around to face the boy as she dropped in front of him, taking an Kendo-like stance reminiscent of the Ipponme form as he drew near. In a flicker of sheer speed, the sandwich weapon was brought down hard on the young man’s head, sending a loud cracking sound echoing through the lunch room. Her weapon, of course, broke into two pieces - splitting exactly where she had struck the boy on his crown. Her target was sent face first into the hard floor, letting out a loud “BWAH!” as he got a mouthful of spent food ammunition.“Maybe THAT’LL teach you not to be such a pin-headed coward!” She snapped at the boy, turning to his partner in crime with a glare. “I mean honestly, what kind of a person would throw his partner to the hounds like that?” Standing back, Amara crossed her arms as she shook her head. “Just the nerve of some of you boys!” She added, pausing for a moment to spit off to the side. “If you ever dump something down my shirt again, I’ll kill you before a Barghest ever gets a chance to sink its teeth into your weak hide!”Mijn Eigen Weg had finally deactivated, the colors of her Aura exploding like fireworks as it finally began to dissipate. The end of Amara’s hair, which had become red and fluttered like flower petals, now returned to its normal black state. Her eyes, which shimmered an excellent hue of blue and gold, returned to their original steel blue color. Once the proverbial dust had settled, Amara stood proud among the chaos, almost beaming as her hands rested on her hips. The last few days had been really stressful, all things considered, so she took this as a much needed break from how crazy things had been.Plus it was fun.Plus there was…Amara’s thoughts were cut off when a rain of cherry filling began pelting her, having exploded in the air near a group she was standing relatively close to. It was red on her nice, white shirt. She stood there, completely in shock and awe, for what felt like an eternity. Never before had so much rage pumped through her small figure at once. Never before had she wanted to delimb another human being for something that was - by all counts - not a huge deal. Her eyes, wide and refusing the urge to blink, hovered over to the group as they stood in a much bigger mess of cherries and red filling. They clearly weren’t to blame for this.Her cold gaze shifted to a young man, just barely taller than she was, who was in the process of being attacked by the girl that had sat near her only moments ago. Her eyes shifted between the two, then the group, over and over again as she contemplated her next target. While retaliating against the boy made sense, Amara always welcomed a challenge - and this group of five or six other people presented her with the perfect opportunity for that. Seizing two long breadsticks in hand, Amara’s attention finally left the boy and the girl, settling instead on the group as they tried to clear themselves of the red, sticky hell they found themselves in.She ran as fast as she could towards them, striking the first four in a flurry of quick strikes that were meant to disorientate the small crowd.“I HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY!"
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Post by Jeremy Aatxe on Nov 24, 2016 9:41:03 GMT -6
Jeremy managed to launch himself to the side as a half eaten hamburger flew his way in retaliation from one of the many individuals he had clearly irked over the last several seconds. He scrambled under a table, and thanked his luck stars for the cover as the girl he had struck with a cream pie launched herself into the air. He was scarcely able to believe what he saw, the girl actually pulled out a canister of dust to fire off shish kabobs at break neck speeds! He was shocked! He knew that Vytal had many, very competitive students by nature as generally only the most driven would want to become hunters or huntresses, but using potentially lethal ammunition in a food fight? He was floored by the notion! He looked about the room then, and saw that she wasn’t the only one using dust or aura to gain an edge in what amounted to a child’s game. Just from under his table, he could see more than a half dozen people with clearly activated semblances, and still more using dust to give their snacks more oomf as they assaulted their fellow students. One girl had actually loaded a grenade launcher with sausages, and was opening firing them off into the crowd! Jeremy’s own semblance was out of the question for actions of such frivolity, and he scarcely though that using one of his tattoos to mangle some poor senor with a side of ham was ludicrous.
What have I gotten myself into? He whispered to himself, wondering if he’d even survive this whole ordeal. He was contemplating running, make a break for the door and the relative safety of a world full of monsters made of raw evil, but he wasn’t given much time to think as he felt something close around his ankle. He shot a look down toward his foot and saw a green, luminous aura chain attached to a sort of pincer like manacle that had enclosed itself around his ankle. It was clearly somebody’s semblance, and the purpose of it seemed rather clear as it dragged him out from under the table and he found himself being swung in a great arc like a weight at the end of a mace. He looked down from his lofty position above the carnage, a girl on a table holding the other end of the chain, her hair clearly caked with fudge and pastry.
That answers that… Jeremy thought for a moment, identifying his attacker as one of the many he had assaulted early on with his original barrage of confections. This clarity did little for his situation however as he came slamming down onto a table covered in various food items. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a watermelon and flipped over onto his back, looking over to where the girl seemed to be getting ready to swing Jeremy around again. He focused on the tattoo he wore on his chest, the jet black ink activating and shredding the front of his vest as the gravity dust hummed to life. The watermelon became enveloped in a dark aura as Jeremy played with its’ relative gravity, making the watermelon many times heavier, and changing the direction of gravity from ‘down’ to the direction of the girl with the green chain. He let go of the now titanically heavy fruit, letting it ‘fall’ towards the girl. It was more costly to his aura to keep the gravity effects active over the twenty meter distance to the girl, but he felt very satisfied when she was knocked off her feet by a 100 kilo snack food. The green chain dissipated as she cratered against the far wall, and Jeremy quickly got to his feet, looking around for what was likely to be a new incoming attack. Finding himself oddly free of attackers, he grabbed a plate to shield himself from a strange rain of rotten fruit as he made his way over to a young man armed with a side of ribs about to attack a girl assaulting his cherry pie victims. He picked up a pineapple, more ramming his fist into it to make a slipshod knuckle duster, and punched with all his might into the side of the rib wielding ruffian, proclaiming loudly:
FRUIT PUNCH! as the pineapple exploded from the impact and the boy toppled in a sort of cartwheel that landed him in amongst the cherry pie victims. It was at this point that his attention was dragged skyward as somebody yelled something about mashed potatoes. Jeremy looked up just in time to see a bowl of thoroughly deconstructed tubers on a collision course with his face. Reflexively he bent backwards to try and get out of the way as quickly as he could, and for the briefest of moments he thought he had succeeded. Almost as if in slow motion he watched as the bowl soared just past his nose, he could almost feel the warmth from the bowl! He felt elation as the bowl went past his eyes and out of view, and then sudden horror as he felt the rim of the bowl collide with the base of his horns. He fell over backwards as the bowl of mashed potatoes flipped over and onto the top of his head, snagged on the pair of protrusions that decorated his forehead. He sat up from between two tables the bowl still dangling off a horn and mashed potatoes (and other unidentifiable food stuffs) dripped from his otherwise black hair.
Aura: 90
Gravity Tattoo 2/5 remaining
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Post by lilywilde on Nov 24, 2016 18:03:34 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- Lily was not a common attendee of the cafeteria. She generally preferred to eat either at home in the woods, or somewhere alone and private on campus. Sometimes she would choose the branches of a tree, other times the top of a building. However, this day the rain was coming down in sheets, and it was fairly cold. Sure, she could retreat to her campsite and eat under the safety of one of her shelters, or in the boughs of a tree, but with this much rain her fires would surely have been put out, and she'd be fairly cold no matter where she took shelter. This was one of the nice things about civilized society. People often took for granted the comfort that was provided indoors. Lily couldn't help but be amazed at the marvels of human ingenuity each time she stepped through the arches of any doorway. Her own upbringing had been much more, savage.
For lunch that day, she had intended to just eat her dried meats as was her usual meal, but she found herself shepherded into the serving line nonetheless. She tried to pick complimentary foods, mashed potatoes, green beans, some juicy meat, and some milk. Milk was a weakness of Lily's, and she would drink it with every meal if it were easy to come by. Perhaps one day Lily would discover the wonders of a grocery store, but for now this cafeteria was one of the only places she knew where she could find the white nectar of the gods. To top her meal off, she purchased one slice of cherry cheesecake from the desert table. She did not know what it was, it was her first time seeing the delectable desert, but the smell and presentation was enough to catch her eye. She collected her things and took a seat not too far from her newest friend, Amethyst.
As the chaos began to erupt around Lily, bright flashes of white light would illuminate her like a twinkling star. She continued to eat her meal seemingly unperturbed by the pandemonium around her. Each time she would light up like a star, food would seemingly disappear from the air around her, and began forming a neat little pile near her on a platter. Melons, sausages, grapes, and all manner of other food materials began to be stockpiled as the girl finished her meal. Lily ate in a very orderly manner. Like most things the girl did, she did this very fast, but not in a manner that one might say she was wolfing it down. Before long, all that remained was her cheesecake, and her milk. She had drank half of the delicious white nectar already, but had saved the rest of the creamy drink to wash down the desert with. As she took her first experimental bite of the cherry cheesecake, she found herself in a state of pure bliss. She was so distracted by the little piece of heaven in her mouth, that she failed to notice the cantaloupe hurtling towards her. While the melon wouldn't strike Lily directly, it did manage to both crush her cheesecake and spill her milk. Her eye twitched, and her ears flattened against her head.
For Lily's part, it was rather amazing that she had held it together this long. Chaos and Lily didn't get along too well, but she had adapted quite marvelously to the crowds. Each time she had entered her semblance state so far, she had taken stock of the people around her and assessed the danger accordingly. She rolled the cantaloupe over and scraped the remaining bits of cheesecake off before bitterly assessing the people around her. In a blur of motion she leapt to the table and howled out in the room. "OKAY THAT'S IT!"
She grabbed the platter that had been filling with all manner of food, as well as the melon that had crushed the girl's bliss, and threw it all directly over head. As it began coming down around her, she entered her semblance.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and she saw the grapes, melons, meats, and other various food stuffs falling all around her in super slow motion. Her claws extended and the mach two girl began punching pieces of food one after another. She slashed the melons and the sausages into bits before ejecting them towards all manner of people around her.
A smiley face made out of salami slices knocked a student who was creeping up behind Amethyst off of his feet, and he wasn't the only one. Several dozen students who hadn't been properly prepared for the onslaught of mach two fruit and meat projectiles had fallen prone after being surprised by the girl's attack. She grinned evily, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she proclaimed "All shall become fodder before the wrath of the white death! Send your food towards me, and provide me with more ammo foolish mortals!"
It was similar to a line that she had read in a book recently, and very out of character for the generally stoic young girl. However, the chaos of their surroundings managed to bring something out in the girl that she had deemed worth exploring in the very least.
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Post by Amethyst Ingram on Dec 2, 2016 7:44:28 GMT -6
[attr="class","pDMain1791368560"] And so it is, that ash seeketh embers... Post Upon ejecting the piping hot bowl of mashed potatoes from her hand Amy bore witness as time seemed to slow to a crawl with bits of food flying past them like bullets making ripples in the air while the Faunus below her bent backwards in an attempt to evade the spudy surprise attack. Inch by inch the bowl drew closer and closer to the Faunus as Amy's eyes lit up and her grin got wider and wider. Could this be it? Would it connect? But then as she continued to watch its trajectory and as the Faunus got lower and lower to the ground it seemed like it was fated to miss its mark before finally time resumed its normal pace. When it did the bowl flew by him clipping his horns sending it twirling up into the air before making what could only be called a miraculous ten point landing right on his head. As it did the contents spilt out of it oozing down his horns and onto his face just as Amethyst landed on the ground straight on a banana peel, slipping and sliding, before finally crashing on her hind side and sliding toward the boy she'd just potato bombed. Scrambling to her feet afterward in what seemed like in instant Amethyst extended her arm pointing down at him with her index finger making what looked like the most comical glare anyone ever had before proclaiming "YOU'VE BEEN SERVED!" Adding in afterward as she dashed away in a display of flittering blue-violet embers "SERVED I SAY!" making her way towards a table before trying to flip it only to figure out it was too heavy and moving on.
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Grabbing a yellow lunch tray on her way towards her next targets Amy deactivated her semblance to conserve on her aura before looking around spotting what looked like one of her new acquaintances, Lily Wilde, in the distance. Every now and again she seemed to blink around leaving a streak of white behind her as food propelled itself at incredible speeds in her wake bringing Amethyst to figure that was likely her semblance at work. The power behind it almost caught her off guard as Amy watched amused by her rhetoric coming to laugh under her breath as a smiley face made of salami plastered an unassuming student to the ground. Though as she found herself ogling at Lily's display of raw power she found herself searching the crowd for the other girl as well finding her in heated battle with a pair of other students using breadsticks now as a weapon. Her skill and grace caught Amy's eye once again as she went to striking them much like she herself had done to a student prior to that using a hard salami and a loaf of bread. It was incredible, and so much so that an idea began forming in the back of Amethyst's mind bringing her to take decisive action as she began to bound toward the girl. As she did she put the yellow tray on the ground before hopping in to mid-stride and using it like a skateboard to surf over the slick food-laced floor's surface. In the meanwhile as she surfed past the tables, kicking at the ground every now and then to keep her momentum, she snagged what looked like a swordfish and a batch of hardboiled eggs.
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Throughout surfing and singing to herself "I wanna ride my fo- oo- ood tray all day… Da da dat da da da da. Da dat da da da dat da!" she slipped the swordfish in the back her shirt to holster it whilst pelting the hardboiled eggs at others as she passed. Humming to herself the same tune she launched one egg hitting an upperclassmen between the eyes as the egg exploded on his face coming to launch them at others hitting them in various spots as they threw themselves at her before chucking the basket they were in. The basket itself rolled just as a one of her peers was catching up to her, slipping under his feet, and causing him to fall and faceplant in a pile of what looked like chocolate pudding mixed with cheese puffs and lasagna. Cackling to herself amidst the jaunty tune Amy finally saw her goal in her sights as she jumped from the tray letting it slide into a table before doing a backflip in the air. Meanwhile, while doing this, she'd taken sight of another student rushing the girl she'd been watching bringing Amy to draw her swordfish in mid-tumble bring it down on the students' meager batch of celery and chopping it in half. Spinning around just as she landed Amy pointed the fish nose first at the man in what looked like a fencers' pose bellowing out "En garde monsieur rapscallion!" as he stared at her with a bewildered look backing off slightly before swallowing and picking up a half-eaten hard salami from the ground. With that Amy grinned and spouted off "Well met sir! Now have at you, you son of a silly person! I blow my nose at you! I fart in your general direction!"
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Furrowing his brow the upperclassmen looked at her with contempt as he charged at her lunging the salami at her as they went toe to toe. Tit for tat they smacked the food items together parrying and thrusting trying to catch one another off guard. Just then Amethyst felt the salami graze past her stomach and saw her opportunity proceeding to come at him using his attack to offset and disarm him. The salami would fly several feet away from him behind him as he balled his fists, plowing his hand into a rotten melon, before coming at her once more. With that Amethyst made quick work of him using the sword on the sword fish's nose to cut his belt causing his pants to drop. In the proceeding moments she'd whip the swordfish around cutting an 'A' into his shirt before scooping up a half smashed pie in her other hand and driving it directly into his face with a splattering sound. The attack crippled him sending him lurching backward as Amethyst slammed the swordfish down nose first into the ground with her hands resting one over the other on its tail fin. The deed was done and she was victorious but, alas, she had only won the battle. To win the war she would need an army and the first steps in doing that would be to talk to the girl whom she'd been keeping an eye on so intently throughout the food fight. Aura 45 Points - Start: 150 Points
- Minus: 5 Points for Fire Dust usage.
- Minus: 75 Points for Paradise Lost activation.
- Minus: 25 Points for Paradise Lost continuation.
Notes Sorry for the long wait guys! I made this extra silly to apologize. I hope ya all like it.
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