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Amara Reedman

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Best Day Ever [Amara/Open] Dec 6, 2016 2:17:13 GMT -6

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Post by Amara Reedman on Dec 6, 2016 2:17:13 GMT -6

One...two...three…

With every successful strike with the breadstick weapons, the excitement burning in Amara’s chest burned more intense. She had put down a few of the Cherry Pie Filling Bandits in her initial assault, dropping down to her knees just before one of them tossed a volley of meatballs in her direction. She felt like, if this kept up, she’d probably grind her knees down to bloody stumps. The very thought of such a thing sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine. “Ugh, gross!” She scoffed loudly, springing up to her feet as she struck the meatball assailant in the jaw with one of the breadsticks. The kid’s teeth snapped together, the sound eating up what little silence there was around them.

“M-my teeth! I think you broke one!” The student cried, curling up into a fetal position as he kept his mouth covered.

“Hmph!” Amara grunted, setting her hands on her hips as she loomed over the boy, flashing a pleased grin as he curled up in pain. “Better watch who you try to tango with, buddy!” She added, her grin growing a little more proud as the boy revealed a broken front tooth. “Were the circumstances different, a lot more than a tooth probably would’ve been broken.” As she suddenly began reaching towards the boy with her left hand, he curled up almost instantly. Instead of striking him, as he and some spectators might have expected, she instead set a firm grip on the boy’s arm and pulled him to his feet.

“In all seriousness though, you should go get that looked at, my dude.” She said, motioning to one of her teeth to hopefully get the message across. “Didn’t mean to break it, either. So sorry, I guess?” The boy responded with a quiet whine before shuffling away in near tears. The ensuing chaos had diverted Amara’s attention enough for her to not notice a boy sneaking up on her from behind - preparing to unleash upon her an attack with a side order of ribs. Amara turned to face the intended attacker just as he was disposed of by another boy - the one she had seen that girl cross paths with - armed with a pineapple. With her attacker taken care of, Amara prepared to thank the young man, only to be interrupted by an attack from above.

Mashed potatoes…

The bane of all existence, Amara detested the substance with every fiber of her being. It wasn’t just gross and bland in taste, at least in her opinion, but it was also super starchy. Such foods made stuffing one’s face almost impossible, at least as far as she was concerned. Amara’s eyes followed the trajectory of the mashed potato bowl, the metallic object’s fluffy white contents reflecting against her deep blue eyes as they loomed overhead. Time, if only for a split second, seemed to move in slow motion. Her bright eyes slowly shifted over to the boy, her jaw hanging open slightly as she reached in the Bull Faunus boy’s direction. “Hey, watch out!” She called to him, her hand fully extended in his direction as he noticed the bowl.

It was too late! The boy was struck, the bowl colliding with one of his horns and covering his poor dark hair in the nasty fluff that was mashed potatoes. Amara cringed at the scene for a moment, her attention ultimately zapped away by a sudden flashes of light from further away. She squinted as she tried to hone in on what was producing the flashes, only occasionally catching a glimpse of a girl that seemed a little familiar. It didn’t occur to her immediately, but when she finally caught the source of the light with her own eyes, Amara realized it was a girl. She was a Freshman, she presumed, and she had sat near “The Girl” that sat across from Amara before things got crazy. “A Speed Semblance, huh?” She murmured under her breath. “Heyyy, that’s pretty coooool!”

"All shall become fodder before the wrath of the white death! Send your food towards me, and provide me with more ammo foolish mortals!"

The girl’s edict made the corners of Amara’s lips curl up into a devilish smile, and she quickly snatched up a small plastic container filled with creamed corn, aiming it in the girl’s direction. “Hey, Kitten! Catch!” She called out, tossing the container with all her might. The black container spun like a finely thrown football, the contents swirling together in a variety of yellowish hues through the clear plastic lid. Amara worried the lid would detach itself, giving the impression she was making some sort of attack. The anticipation was enough to put a knot in the small girl’s stomach, her deep blue eyes fixed on the container with so much focus she - once again - kind of disconnected by the impromptu battlefield.

It would be the sound of singing that ultimately tugged her from the anticipating stupor, turning around with a dazed look to see “The Girl” skating across the cafeteria in her direction - on a lunch tray. A quiet giggle escaped her lips, though the brief moment of elation was interrupted by the sudden arrival of another intended attacker. Amara brought up her breadstick weapons, prepared to defend herself from the celery wielding attacker. The Girl got there first though, chopping through the boy’s weapons with a swordfish - a comically large weapon compared to those used by the other students. The interruption sent Amara falling backward, landing on her rear with a loud “Oomph!” as her eyes rose to meet The Girl again.

"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!"

With a quiet snicker, Amara watched with anticipation as The Girl and her opponent squared off with their weapons - his salami stick versus her swordfish. Every time one of them got close to striking the other, she felt her stomach flop. Anticipation mounted as the clash reached what Amara perceived as its climax, her heart racing and her grin getting wider up until the salami was forced free of the boy’s hands, only to be replaced by a gross melon. Amara prepared to come to The Girl’s aid, but she was quick to deal with the boy on her own terms. A few cuts and an “A” later, and the boy had been taken care of. Amara’s eyes were wide and full of bewilderment, her jaw hanging open slightly as she smiled.

“DUUUUUDE!” She cheered, throwing her right hand high into the air in a balled fist. “That was SO COOL! Who are you!?”

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Best Day Ever [Amara/Open] Dec 11, 2016 13:51:05 GMT -6

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Post by Jeremy Aatxe on Dec 11, 2016 13:51:05 GMT -6

As Jeremy tried to drag himself up from the ground, a clear casualty of mashed potato based weapons, his attacked made a... dramatic entrance. She managed to collect herself very well after landing on a banana from her earlier aerial assault. Jeremy was a little taken aback by her declaration, but assumed it was just a part of the atmosphere here. He never acted very boisterously, but he could see how the 'fun' atmosphere could drive people to such loud behaviour. Still, he found out that even in this free for all, there was honour as the young lady he had spared from a spare rib attack had issued him a warning just before the bowl hit it's target. It was actually very nice to here such concern, but at the same time, he was flustered that he was now covered in mashed potatoes.

He pulled himself to his feet, knocking the still dangling bowl from his horn for it to crash unceremoniously to the floor. He grabbed a nearby pitcher of water and doused his head to get the bulk of the potatoes from his hair and clothes. With a flex of his aura, focused through the tattoo on his stomach, the air around him lit up in sudden heat and flame. Wafts of steam from the drenched clothes and hair, as well as smoke from the odd smoulders on his clothes which had managed to survive the activation of his tattoo surprisingly well. He rushed from the cloud of smoke and steam like a still lit demon, grabbing hold of a table as laden down with food as he could find. Again he filtered his aura through his chest tattoo, activating the gravity dust and using the power to make the table light enough to haul from the ground. With a mighty swing, the food from the table went flying down toward the back of the cafeteria. He wasn't really aiming for anybody in particular, just hoping to distract as many people as he could so he could gather himself and maybe get a bit of a breather.

After the table was clear of food stuffs, Jeremy noticed the strange white flashes from where he had just flung everything from the table. He recognized the flashes of white from his combat class, a young lady he had sparred with. He now regretted throwing all that food down range because with her speed, it was likely all coming back to him. He pulled the table he had just used like a catapult in front of him as a shield, and was fairly happy he did. He felt the thuds of things hitting the table with excessive force, even noting significant dents in the table from the incoming projectiles. He didn't know if they were being aimed at him or if he was just 'catching' them by virtue of having hefted a ten meter long table in front of him like a massive parachute.

He dropped the table and deactivated his tattoo so he could run and find some cover, but found himself nearly being toppled over by a young man with a pie in his face and an 'A' carved into his shirt. Jeremy managed to side step, catching the falling boy more out of instinct than anything else, and ended up throwing him using his own weight to propel the falling boy.

Oh! Sorry! He called out as the young man landed among a group of students who looked like they were discussing a battle strategy, backs together and food items from cheese wheel headed hammers, and garlic string whips in hand. With their battle meeting fairly well interrupted with the interjection of a person landing in their midst, they turned their attention towards Jeremy's direction.

Take them down! Said one of the girls from the group, holding her turkey and salami mace high overhead and pointing just over Jeremy. Jeremy looked backwards and saw the girl that had attacked him with potatoes, and the girl who had tried to warn him about the potatoes.

Oh, I am so sorry... Jeremy said, looking over his shoulder, scooping up a couple banana bunches. He broke off a banana and squeezed hard, launching the banana off toward the attacking cluster of students.

AND WHAT SHOULDER, AND WHAT ART,
COULD TWIST THE SINEWS OF THY HEART?
AND WHEN THY HEART BEGAN TO BEAT,
WHAT DREAD HAND? AND WHAT DREAD FEET?

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Best Day Ever [Amara/Open] Dec 21, 2016 4:23:32 GMT -6

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Post by lilywilde on Dec 21, 2016 4:23:32 GMT -6

----- Never stop Running -----

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Chaos. Everything, everyone, including herself, had devolved in these last few moments into beasts that ran on instinct. They were more playful than the instinct driven creatures that Lily was used to, but it was still a wild display of ferocity the likes of which she'd yet to encounter at the school. It was a madhouse, and Lily found herself falling to the wild energy possessing all of the other students. She stomped on a silver platter nearby, sending it spinning into the air. Somewhere on the opposite side of the lunch room, a student had been kind enough to launch an entire table's worth of food her way. As the wall of food approached, she activated her semblance once more. She plucked enough food to leave the platter a staggeringly high tower of delicacies. As she exited her semblance state, she found a container of cream corn being flung at her, with another girl calling her a kitten as she tossed it her way.

Lily interpreted this as a show of good faith, tossed the cream corn container atop her mountain of ammunition, and nodded her way before she entered her semblance again.

The first thing that she did when time slowed and all around her seemed to stand still was remove the silver platter from the bottom of the mound of food. The food hung there in the air, falling, but so slowly in comparison to herself as to not matter at all. She held the platter in between herself and the girl who had thrown her the cream corn, who was at this point rendezvousing with Amethyst. She was particularly careful to balance the platter delicately on a finger, so that there was no movement or force being applied to it whatsoever when she removed her hand and let it fall. She did not wish for the metal plate to go rocketing off to some far corner of the cafeteria and do some legitimate harm to an opponent.

She then cracked her knuckles, an interesting sensation in the heightened speed state, as the sound of the crack was far too slow to actually reach her ears. With the food hanging there, slowly starting to drift towards the ground, she began plucking item after item from the pile. She chucked each piece of food out into the crowd with machine gun rapidity. A link of sausages to the left, a couple of olives to the right, and a few fruit cups were swung in wide arcs on either direction.

Among her other munitions were a ham, a whole ham, that she diced with her claws before ejecting outwards, several pieces of turkey, a partially eaten leg of chicken, and several vegetables of varying size and consistency, some of which Lily did not recognize. Before long, all the remained of her pile was the cream corn, and a single solitary steak of grilled fish. She peeled the lid off of the cream corn, and grabbed the fish steak before jumping into the air, executing a spin. She held the cream corn aloft, letting it slowly trickle out of the container as she ascended. When she was at the apex of her jump, she looked below her, and saw the expanding spiral of cream corn below her. It was then that the white shrouding her darkened, and she returned to the realm of mortals once more.

Food hit many students in unison, creating a lout THUD that resounded throughout the room. This thud was interlaid over the sound of her super sonic knuckle crack, as well as an additionally loud squishing sound as veggies and fruit hit their targets. The platter did it's job, shielding Amethyst and the girl who'd assisted her from the cream corn tornado, which had rapidly expanded in every direction at the climax of Lily's semblance use.

Still in hand was Lily's fish steak, which she began idly munching on amidst the chaos, which had intensified after Lily's previous attack, as several dozen students found themselves trying to figure out exactly what had hit them, and how they'd come to be on the ground, or for some of the less fortunate students who'd been on the receiving end of some of her larger munitions, pressed against a wall.

With a graceful leap towards the two girl's she had specifically attempted to shield, she ducked behind them.

She had trained earlier that day, and she'd activated her semblance several times in the span of a few short moments. Her aura reserves were low, and a few allies would be most welcome here.

"If you guys can fight, cover me for a minute? This thing is really tasty and I don't want it to go to waste like the rest of this food." She said munching on the fish steak innocently, speaking nonchalantly as if she didn't just proclaim herself the white death before sending a tornado of food and destruction spreading across the room. Her calm belied the true direness of her situation. She had maybe two bursts of semblance left, and though she could use them, she didn't want to burn through the rest of her aura to do so. She would be relying on her natural speed from this point on, unless things grew particularly desperate.