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Thus begins the tale of two students and a cook!

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]heheTo think something like "Babel" could exist. An event where, as though they appeared from thin air, villains materialized in a coordinated assault upon Tokyo. Was it even coordinated? It had to be — there couldn't be another explanation for the nature of all these attacks, especially in the uniformity of their timing.

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heheLuck — or chance, as Claudio might call it in this circumstance — noted the possibility of such anarchy coming about naturally. It was an infinitesimally slim chance to be sure, but a chance nonetheless. To consider the destruction as anything but premeditated would be naive of him. The Brazilian wouldn't, couldn't reasonably figure the situation to be anything but a series of correlated incidents. There was, surely, method in this madness. To what extent, however, was yet unknown.

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heheAs part of the disaster engulfing the city, UA's students were deployed as an additional aid to calm the wave of carnage. In this instance, Claudio found himself partnered with another of his peers — one "Elijah Hawthorne," or as the man chose to dub himself, "Trailblazer." What a fun name! Very on the nose, the Brazilian thought. Not that he took issue with a cliché; he'd named himself "Playful Cloud," after all. No, he was quite a fan of reliable tropes — sometimes, classic ideas worked wonders in a sea of complexity!

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heheHe thought it the same for Babel. In a mess of interwoven threads of criminality, the Brazilian could only cringe at the conformity behind these scenes; regardless of the circumstances that bore this upheaval, and even beyond the complexity printed into its very form, the endless stream of crime ended in the same result.

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heheAs the two remained on patrol, with both being tasked to keep an eye out and respond to calls of need, the cloud boy levitated off the ground along his companion, crossing his legs and following their pace. "Elijah-kuuuuuuuuun," he droned, having fun with the honorifics expected of his second language. As they continued along, Claudio would bob side to side, tilting himself as they did. "Elijah-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun," he'd further hum, "c'mon, you've gotta tell me about Canada! I've neve' been to the No'th Americash!"

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heheAs he floated along, he'd move just slowly ahead of the younger man, floating backward whilst still maintaining the conversation. "Like, what'sh living there like? Oh! Do you speak F'ench? I hea'd some areash there speak F'ench. Is that t'ue?" As they went on, Claudio gradually continued to further tilt to the side, eventually having shifted entirely upside down, though he had raised himself for his gaze to still meet Elijah's.

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heheAs he now floated upside down, though, his hat string would wrap around the bottom of his chin, dangling freely. Furthermore, Claudio crossed his arms over his chest, blocking the obvious scar he wore freely. "I gotta know why you'd go th'ough the t'ouble of coming to UA, y'know? I mean, why would anyone put up with stuff like this–" he'd twirl his finger around, though it ultimately pointed down due to his position– "ove' staying home?"

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[Elijah]

It must be a horrible day if heroes had to rely on trainees to cover the places they could not.

Though Elijah supposed he was underestimating the trainees' credibility. UAU was a competitive university after all; only the most skilled had the privilege of majoring in heroics there. So maybe it was no surprise that the industry turned to the institute in times of need. Such as today, when hell decided to break loose and every villain in Tokyo acted at once.

The freshman was already drawing his conclusions. The simultaneous strike had to have been coordinated somehow, through someone who had a lot of influence to control so many people. But he and the person he was partnered with - Bernardo, Playful Cloud, wonder what his Quirk could be /s - were not called in to investigate into the matter. They were simply on patrol, to only act when trouble revealed itself. To be reactive as heroism always tended to be.

Which was what Elijah was doing now, with hands in his pockets as Cloud rambled on about his various curiosities with his home country. He sighed, used to making corrections by now. "It's Hawthorne. Mais oui, je parle français. Québécois to be specific." His eyes remained alert of their surroundings despite the conversation, prepared to shift focus at a moment's notice. "They're similar but there's enough nuance for natives to tell you're from France instead of Canada."

Elijah raised his brows at the other freshman's upside-down antics, surprised not only by the action but by the fact that he couldn't draw the obvious reasoning as to why the Canadian was here. "UAU is one of the top hero institutions in the world. Seeing as I want to become a hero, enrolling there is another step in my journey." Compared to Claudio's boisterous confidence, Elijah's was more quiet; subdued. Though perhaps no less annoying. "Isn't that why you're here instead of back in Brazil?"

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]hehe"Hight, you guysh have dialectsh, too! Duh, of cou'she!" He shouldn't have been surprised to find dialects just as broad as his own. In his lack of experience with the world beyond his country — his state, if he was entirely forthright — he'd not so much forgotten his dialect as the thought of it slipped from his grasp. Even as he was now, though his accent was distinct in its enunciation of the Japanese language, he spoke with the notion of his manner being the "default."

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heheSuch was the fun of leaving home, foolishly ambitious as it might be. Mindsets like his were surely uncommon. In this corner of the world, a whole sea away from where he'd once staked his life, he was no longer the default. In fact, nothing in Japan had thus struck him as the "default." Everything was, at almost every point, so infinitely lively in the many different directions it pulled.

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heheHowever, despite that effect, Claudio still found the gap between his intentions and his place as a student at UA.

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hehe"Oh, I'm he'e for UA, al'ight!" Righting his posture, he continued to float ahead of his partner, facing still towards Elijah. His legs, crossed, with sandaled feet meeting at the middle point, Claudio's hands spoke just as much as he did, jutting to and fro as words flowed out. "But UA's mo'e like, a stepping stone that might help me out the mosht later, y'know?" His hands shot up as he continued, his grin remaining all the while. "He'oism's neat and all, but I'm not so spea'-headed on going straight to that — I wanna keep my optionsh open!"

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hehe"Honeshtly, though," he sighed, his hands moving down to grasp either of his feet, "I'm su'prized all you guysh are so gung-ho about becoming heroes. Do you guysh eve' think about doing anything else with you' life? Like, an idea if ya fail as a he'o? Genuinely, I'm asking!"

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heheAs the two continued on their stroll, with little resembling the chaos expected of Babel along their path, there eventually came a clamoring. As they further continued down the sidewalk, the growing sound of muffled voices called to them, as screams of commands and shrieks of terror echoed out from a nearby restaurant within line of sight.

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heheThe two, bolting from their lackadaisical stride, rushed to the building's front, with Elijah being the one to fling open the door. What sat before them was a macabre aesthetic of fine dining, as waiters dressed in formal attire and archaic, wooden masks loomed over hysterical customers, civilians who trembled in their intimidation. For every customer — and, more strangely, differently dressed employees? — there were two suiters, standing at either side as ever-present threats.

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heheStanding furthest away from the duo, just before the counter to the kitchen and directly ahead of them, stood the Maître d'. His mask had a thick, black sheen with curling horns protruding from either top corner. With a rounder frame and heavy arms, the gentleman clapped his hands together. "More customers! Might we show them to their seats, gentleman?"

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heheAt his command, two of the waiters broke from their formation, charging the students with strong, barred hands. "Hope you two have empty stomachs!"

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[Elijah]

Elijah didn't slow his pace, trusting the other student to continue floating in a way that would avoid their collision. He raised a brow at his reasoning for enrolling in UAU. "Strange. Heroism is an end goal for most. I applaud your ability to get accepted despite having less dedication to the career." It was a genuine compliment. In his opinion, outclassing people who spent their whole lives dreaming of becoming a hero showcased true skill.

He hummed, considering the sentient cloud's question. "I would probably pursue music. I can play a few instruments so might as well." Elijah imagined for a moment of what could've been. Well-versed in the classics so he'd play in an orchestra. Precise enough to have the privilege of perform solos maybe. He would've played alongside his mother.

And just like that, the dream was gone.

He sighed. "As it stands though, heroism is my only choice." He wouldn't delve into why if asked.

Fortunately for Elijah the question never came, as their attention was caught by a commotion in one of the buildings instead. As they were permitted to act in times of crisis they were quick to respond, with the Canadian huffing at the lack of a window to assess the situation inside once they got close. They'll just have to risk it and let themselves in.

And what a precarious sight it was once he opened the door. Ugh. Hostage situations. Negotiations were not something Elijah specialized in. He was better in combat, as displayed by him ducking under the oncoming pursuer's arms and twisting around, taking advantage of the man's momentum by planting a foot on his behind and kicking him out the door.

Elijah locked it before turning to the supposed enemy leader. "Not hungry." As much as he hated to use the university as a calling card, many are familiar with its name and what their involvement meant. "Trailblazer and Playful Cloud from UAU. Let go of the hostages or we will be forced to take the measures necessary to apprehend you."

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Rule #1 of Dining at a Restaurant!

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]heheThe first man, a dashing waiter with puffed, blond hair raised like a pompadour, grasped at nothing but the air as Elijah weaved out of the way. He stumbled as he was kicked against the swinging door, with his nose cracking against the handle and opening it halfway. His hair unfurled against the pavement as he slumped forward — like a doorstop.

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hehe"Dude, don't jusht throw guysh out!"

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heheAs the second man took his swings — a thinner man with matted black hair — Claudio puffed up like a balloon, knocking the gentleman's air from his lungs and his back to the floor. Certainly, it was not his body that was most damaged by the cloud. As the cloud returned to his normal shape and size, however, Claudio tried to smack his classmate on the back of the head.

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hehe"And at leasht say that befo'e you kick a man!"

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heheClaudio hadn't hit Elijah with much of any force — or, at least, the intention of thereof — but as he pulled his hand back, the head waiter pointed one of his meaty arms at the two, aiming a finger at their shared presence. As he did so, he would tilt his chin up, hints of a beard peaking out from the bottom of his chin as he stared towards the ceiling.

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hehe"You two," he'd bellow, "know nothing of proper dining etiquette!" The maître d' stomped his right foot ahead of himself, pulling his hand across his sheened mask and through his slicked, black hair. As he stood at attention, so too would the rest of his entourage, placing their hands behind the backs and one hand within the other. "Everyone in a restaurant must have manners, including the patrons!"

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hehe"Sir!" The waiters said in unison, puffing out their chests and squaring their shoulders. Of the men, the one nearest to the head waiter — a man with red dreads that hung from the top of his head, and whose mask had decals of the same black sheen as the maître d's — spoke up.

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hehe"Permission to teach them?"

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hehe"Hmm... Serve them the rules!"

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heheThe men rose from their proper statures, freeing their arms and readying their fists towards the two intruders. Of the men, only a few seemed armed with any sort of weapon, and those who did wield such a piece were limited. Some held pocket knives, the rare one held a knuckleduster, and only a single man — a wiry, thin man in the back — wielded a gun. However, that man trembled as he held the muzzle to the floor.

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heheFour men with gloved, empty hands slowly approached the two. It was these four who chanted their first rule. As they approached, they lowered themselves to the grounds, waiting for the boys to be the ones to make the first move.

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hehe"Parties don't bring their fights to the table!"

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[Elijah]

Okay. So Cloud could subdue the average hostile person. It was a good sign; it meant their chances of controlling the situation had gone higher with both of them having experience in combat.

But then Cloud hit him in the head. It's not infighting by any means, but it was the start of a disagreement. Generally not good.

Elijah rubbed his head, more out of surprise than pain as he eyed his partner critically. "Yes, I'm to state our intentions in the middle of their attempt at grabbing us." He hoped the other student could understand the sarcasm in his words. "We are also heavily outnumbered. The faster we even the playing field, the better."

Their numbers were further made known when they stilled at the leader's command. Elijah pursed his lips. "I would hardly call keeping patrons here against their will courteous. I'll repeat myself only once: Let. The hostages. Go." But of course they didn't listen.

He sighed. Here we go then.

His eyes immediately landed on the meek fellow with the firearm. Guns were risky in any situation, but a scared man with a gun even moreso. None of the other weapon holders mattered as far as Elijah was concerned. He glanced at the other freshman. "Dispatching the one with the pistol needs to be our priority. I'm going after him." He didn't know who was the faster of the two, only that he himself could weave past these people if the first men were any indication.

Elijah wasn't going to leave his partner to fend for himself though. He opted to split their enemies' numbers evenly, aiming to grab one man's arm before arcing a kick on his jaw. Should the man land on the table as a result, the freshman would turn to the guests sitting there. "Move to the furthest wall. We'll try to resolve this quickly."

As for the other man who was owed a beating, Elijah simply tried to aim a metal punch to his abdomen, then another punch to the face if he leaned over on the first blow. It was surely drastic measures but they needed to work fast.

He had to get to that gun before someone really got hurt.

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]hehe"That'sh not what I mean!" If he had any less sense, he might have smacked Elijah again. As the student went off on his way to battle, to deal with the situation as he saw fit, Claudio huffed out a sigh.

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heheThe first man Elijah knocked down, whose back cracked like a snake over the table's ledge and across the countertop, was quickly followed up by the second man, who, though his body curled from the first blow to his gut, didn't so much as grunt; rather strangely, though everyone else present in his cavalcade wore a mask for their entire face, his split off just beneath his nose, revealing his full mouth and brunet mustache. As came the second blow to the face, the man's jaw unhinged itself, opening like a lid — and tried to bite down on the metallic fist. As he opened his mouth, the overhead lights — a warm hue of yellow, bordering on an autumn dusk — showed through in his metal teeth. Clamping down on the fist, there came a whirring sound from inside of his mouth. The sound soon became a shake, as whirling blades cut and spikes drilled against the gauntlet, a horrible shriek of metal against metal.

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heheFrom his back, the bending man snapped up from his position against the table, lunging for Elijah's arm in an attempt to restrain it. But as he snapped back up off the table, a body — another suit — came hurtling in from the direction of the door, outright knocking him, the first man, and the table over. The two patrons at either end screamed.

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heheIn the midst of the chaos, with patrons running to the walls while suits filed toward the two students — with the gunman fading behind the mass of bodies — Claudio had brought in the man from outside, unconscious, in and, with the final man of the original formation, constricted his arms around them like a rope before throwing them into the crowd of men. Claudio thought he heard another scream, probably not from the waiters, as the men caught their comrades from the air.

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heheFlying in from the counter to the kitchen, a pair of hamburgers soared through the air, even curving through their path as they took to their targets — one served to each of the students. Their mouths opened like rats, with food bits in their patties just like a rodent's, aimed to bite down on either of their free arms.

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hehe"What rule are they breaking now, gentleman?" The maître d' called out, crossing his arms over his chest. In one hand, he held a large, steel ladle.

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hehe"Rule number four!" Claudio ducked beneath the burger, avoiding its bite.

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hehe"And what," he boomed, "is rule number four, gentleman?"

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hehe"Respect the waiting staff!"

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heheAnother man, coming in from the direction of the tipped table, jabbed a knuckleduster-wielding fist in Elijah's face. However, as the punch came in, it seemed to blur as it came, yet its speed wasn't irregular from an average punch. It was a smear of color aimed at smacking Elijah down. Meanwhile, the garbage disposal man kept his mouth clamped down as hard as he could muster, taking Elijah's punishment — stomach, face, even the groin — just to keep him still. The blurry man's mask, from what could be seen, also had a black sheen along it.

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heheAt the same time, the red-tipped man from before clashed with the laughing cloud. His skin burned like a cattle iron, searing against Claudio's skin before he kicked himself away, tumbling backward and gripping at his arm.

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hehe"Hot, hot hot hot!"

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hehe"What, can't handle food when it's hot?"

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hehe"I don't eat with my a'm, dreadsh! Er, wait," he'd shake his hand at his classmate, "not you, Elijah-kun! Wait, no — T'ailblaze'!... Hm, nope, doesn't sound bette'. That heally you' firsht choice, by the way?"

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hehe"Not the time, brat."

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hehe"It'sh not?"

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hehe"Not even close to it."

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[Elijah]

One down, one more to go. At least for this first altercation. The second man was tougher than the first with him not curling up immediately. Elijah's second strike was able to reach his face, but what the student didn't expect was for the man to unhinge his jaw and bite down on his prosthetic, teeth turning into drills as they ground on the metal with a high-pitched whirr.

Well. Fuck. The only silver lining he could see was the man didn't have a firm hold on his human arm instead.

Try as Elijah might to use the rest of his limbs to wail at the man - punches, kicks to several places, even to that universal sore spot because honour was useless when death was a possibility - he wouldn't let go. He tried to keep tabs on his surroundings - someone was getting up, the first one, but was subsequently brought down when another man came flying in. The freshman couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "And here I thought we weren't supposed to throw people."

The more he tried to pull his arm out, the more he realized it just wasn't going to work. And being locked in place meant an opportunity for someone else to come at him. Wait. Something else? Was that a burger? Elijah twisted himself to avoid the animated food and got so distracted that he got hit in the head by something that was very much not food. A hiss escaped him, ears ringing. He couldn't take more direct hits like that. As the blurry man readied another strike, he was left with no other choice.

If garbage man wanted his arm so badly, he could just have it.

With his free hand, Elijah grasped firmly on his opposite shoulder, triggering mechanisms he knew by heart to detach his prosthetic and pull away. His hope was that the projectile/fist - he still didn't know which it was - hit the garbage disposal man next and stun him enough for him to let go of his arm so he could put it back on. If he didn't, well, shit. Elijah would just fight with one arm then.

Elijah huffed when Cloud questioned the name he chose for himself. "I was supposed to work underground. If I did my job right no one would need to say my name in the middle of a fight." He might need to think on a different one though if emergencies put him on patrols like this. One for public hero work, one for when he's undercover? In any case, Cloud seemed to have his own problems. Elijah would help bring some edge to the fight.

Whether he was able to get his prosthetic or not, the hero student drew a knife from his vest with his human hand, throwing it at the other man with dreads. By the complaints the other student was exclaiming, range was key to dealing with that man in particular.

Claudio Bernardo

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]heheElijah's gauntlet slipped straight from his arm just as he'd intended; not so much as a sound came, or even a skim of pressure went, from his skin as it rocketed into the opposite man's mouth. The man fell backward, his body bruised and marred from Elijah's onslaught, but his grip on the weapon did not ease. Even as he fell onto the ground and reeled in his wounds, his jaw did not unclench. Drops trickled down from the side of his mask, quivering as they fell from his cheek onto the floor.

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heheWith the man down, Elijah found no issue throwing his blade, sailing it directly at the red-tipped man without hindrance. But, in the flick of the man's eye to its corner, their body twisted and their arm shot up; caught in his hand — a steel layer coating his entire hand from the wrist up — the blade bent into scraps. Even further as he strangled it, his hand reddening as he held it to the air, the blade melted.

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hehe"Wouldn't call 'Trailblazer' an underground name, kid." The cremated remnants of the blade fell from his hand, crumbling into a twisted piece of scrap metal. "Pretty sure a blaze is the definition of standing out."

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hehe"Cloud-Cloud..."

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hehe"It's not the time for that!" The maître d' bellowed, pointing his ladle at Cattle Iron. "And don't go dealing serious damage, either! Worst comes to worst, we don't want to dig ourselves too far!"

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hehe"Easy for you to sa-"

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heheBefore even finishing his statement, a loud boom echoed through the restaurant. A thunderclap shook from Cattle Iron's back, a snapping sound resonating from flesh against flesh. At his back, still closer to the door, the cloud's arms stretched limply as they retracted, flinging away from their elastic blow. "Cannon!"

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heheAt Elijah's back, the blurred man readied another blow, tracing his foot and pulling his fist back for another powerful swing.

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hehe"Go low!" Claudio's voice screamed. From across the room, his wide eyes stared toward his classmate, focusing the intent of his blow in Elijah's direction. At the moment the Canadian caught the criminal's eye, the Brazilian took the momentary blindspot to stretch his arms back, combining his strength with the elasticity of his quirk to send Cattle Iron flying.

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heheAnd, if Elijah responded to his call, the scorching man would fly over him directly into the blurred man, sending them both tumbling across the flooring.

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heheThe crowd at either end now encircled them. Claudio fell closer to the center, where Elijah would have been, and met him there to regroup. By this point, a dozen of the suits — not accounting for the 3 still active mixed-masks, who stumbled onto their feet — remained, with the gunman still lost somewhere. Claudio faced his back opposite Elijah's.

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hehe"Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna get lucky with that one again." As Claudio spoke, Cattle Iron started rolling up his sleeves, with his flesh sizzling again as they met with the open air. "I can p'obably handle that 'Blur' there–" the man rose from beneath his fellow waiter, shaking his face– "and maybe Mishte' No Bonesh, but I don't got a good answer for Hot'od there."

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heheAll three of these men stood squarely. Aside from the man still beaten to the floor before, they were the sole few who held trace markings of gleaming black along their visages. What remained of the sameish, festered crowd, wore their simple masks, while the maître d' work a mask entirely in the reflective substance.

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hehe"I got an idea, but I need you to stall Hot'od fo' a sec." Both Mr. No Bones and Blur, as Claudio had dubbed them, charged forward, with Cattle Iron — a name Claudio had missed the mark on — trailing behind them at the center. "Can you do that?"

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[Elijah]

Once the man with drills for teeth toppled over, Elijah would try to pull his arm from his mouth, only to make a face when he realized his grip on it didn't ease at all. There was also an issue with the fellow dreads-haver melting his blade into uselessness. "I don't remember asking for your opinion." In any case, this wasn't good. He didn't have his prosthetic and his blades wouldn't work against this person in particular. And that wasn't even the only problem.

His eyes widened minutely at the blast and he ducked as instructed without even turning to whatever it was he needed to dodge. Trusting the other freshman was faster than trying to spot what was going to hurt him. Which proved to be the correct decision as he was no longer at risk of receiving a concussion, with the man throwing the punch getting bodied by the heat man's body. Unfortunately they were able to pick themselves up after, surrounding the hero students alongside the rest of the fake staff.

With his back against Claudio's, he let out a huff at the other student's request. "You do realize I'm one arm short right?" Then a sigh. "But sure. I have less to lose I suppose." Meant to be a joke on how he wasn't a whole person without his arm but he didn't have time to explain. Not when he had nothing on him that could deal with Hotrod.

At least, not through usual methods.

Which prompted a particularly insane idea on the freshman's end.

Elijah drew several knives from his jacket again. Instead of throwing them directly at the man however, he aimed at the floor, making sure they hit it handles first so they could ricochet off the ground and add some unpredictability to the fight with their trajectory. If the man catching the first blade was anything to go by, the heat may only come from his hands.

If he was wrong, bouncing knives still made for a solid distraction. He even threw a second set for good measure.

Claudio Bernardo

[Claudio Bernardo]

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]hehePassing by the first two, who weaved out of the way of the daggers not intended to mar them, Cattle Iron eyes widened as the blades rebounded from the floor and up towards him. He crossed his arms over himself, tucking his head into his chest and hiding behind his arms. As he did, his bared skin would turn a shimmering silver, glistening beneath the overhead lights as they took the brunt of them; even further, as the air pricked against his metallic skin, it would quickly blaze a searing orange, burning brighter and brighter until the air itself steamed off his skin.

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heheBut as he dropped his guard, lifting his head and revealing his gaze, the second volley came, and with it, the man burned brighter. His whole upper body turned to metal, their fervor crying through his clothes and burning off his suit and dress shirt; from the belt up, Cattle Iron was set alight in his sweltering visage. As he breathed, the air puffed out as vapor, and as his body moved, his alloyed muscles twisting and tightening, it scraped and hissed.

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hehe"Yeah, definitely don't have a good move fo' any of that — but!"

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heheClaudio sprung over Elijah, reeling his arms back as he leaped into the air.

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hehe"I think I got a p'etty good idea!"

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heheHis arms streaked through the air, hurling toward Blur and Mr. No Bones. However, as they did, they rapidly expanded in size, growing larger and larger until, as they met the two men, they were each large enough to cover their entire torsos. His hands darted forward with them in his grasp.

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hehe"Colossal..."

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heheHis hands darted through, hurling the two in his palms at Cattle Iron.

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hehe"Cannon!"

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heheThe trio, along with the crowd immediately behind them, were sent flying into the back wall near the maître d'. The steam emanating from Cattle Iron disappeared in the mass of bodies, as well as the heat from which it was born.

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heheClaudio bounded back down to the floor, his legs like springs as he landed and bounced back up to his normal height. "See?" he'd say, turning back to Elijah. "I told ya I had a plan, even when down an a'm! Speakin' of, though, ya gotta tell me the story of how that happened; oh, and did ya pick how it wash colored? Do you have extrash jusht in case? Seemsh like all that would be supe' expensi—"

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heheClaudio was struck by a flung serving of hot, steaming chili. Almost immediately, the cloud fell onto his back and began yowling.

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heheThe maître d's hands bulged with his veins, gripping his ladle with a vengeance. "You goddamn brats!" he roared, "making a mess outta all this, throwing people around — you have no class!" From behind the counter, building up and clumping from behind a series of pots, plates, and pans, food rose into the air; burgers, steaks, chili, diced greens, salads, fruit bowls, grilled chicken — meals, large and small, rose as he lifted his utensil.

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hehe"This is your last chance, you little shits! Leave now before someone really gets hurt!"

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[Elijah]

Elijah pursed his lips as he watched the rest of Hotrod's body burn as his hands did, proving that his torso too was resistant to the daggers if he could react in time. His Quirk extended beyond his limbs after all.

That was going to be annoying.

Though it looked like his partner had a good handle on how to deal with him. Elijah's eyes were drawn to the cloud as Claudio leaped over, and he could only watch as the student made a big show of his attack and launched their other adversaries at their burning opponent. At least the man was mindful enough not to hurt his friends as they tumbled into a heap.

The pretend quirkless' eyes went half-lidded however, unimpressed by the display. "Do you usually say your moves out loud? It's counter-intuitive if you want to catch them by surprise." It did work in the moment though. He'll give him that.

He was about to tell him to save the questions about his arm for later when Claudio was doused in scalding food. Elijah twitched at the scream as he turned to the maître d'. "Too late for that," he quipped, because the man hurt the hero student already. "You already received your warning." That was all he had to say on the matter before he moved into action.

The food reminded him that they were in a restaurant so Elijah took stock of the tables surrounding them. Luckily for him, one held a pitcher of cold water and the pile of waiters was too dazed to stop him from getting to it. He picked it up and, without warning, poured its contents on Claudio. He'll probably complain about getting wet but the freshman couldn't care less. He was burning, Elijah stopped the burning. That was all there was to it.

Elijah then threw the empty pitcher at the maître d', to stun the man before drawing one kukri from its sheath. He twirled it into position as he addressed the other student. "Hope you're hungry for more. He's about to give us several courses."

Claudio Bernardo

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Final Battle: FIGHT!

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Dragon's fire, prayer and thunder will not change my mind

[attr="class","sixShpost"]heheThe pitcher weaved through the air, soaring past what remained of the still-standing gentlemen without obstruction and, truly, with the poise of the wielder, held true to its course. The maître d'. however, took no such grace; no, instead, with the might of his body channeled into the ladle, gripping it with a strength sufficiently capable of bending the metal handle, he slammed it to the floor, shattering it to bits against the hard, wooden flooring. With the same ferocity in which he held his utensil, swinging it away as he served the main course, the food came hurdling in a storm of meat and vegetables, sauces and condiments, seasonings and toppings — all of these things cooked, by someone, and made into dishes.

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heheAll the other gentlemen ducked away from the lane of battle, tucking their heads into their hands and pulling their chins into their chests, as they dived towards the walls, where the patrons and waiting staff — the actual waiting staff — still cowered. These men knew, more than anyone else, what the maître d' could prove with his quirk, and would make no effort to conceal their eagerness for safety.

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heheAhead of Elijah, between him and the oncoming storm of service, a table was kicked up, acting to both him and its kicker a shield from the onslaught.

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hehe"Ya eve' hea'd of being a dishtraction, D'eadsh?" Claudio's cheeks were, though he still spoke clearly — or, as clearly as he could manage his Japanese — full, and his face was suspiciously absent of the chili on it from before. He made no note of swallowing it in one gulp, either. His hair, too, stretched; however, instead, full of the water splashed upon him. It didn't trail up as it normally did, instead, it hung, full, like curls curving and parting down the middle of his head. "Bezidesh, if you're the unde'ground hero, then don't I gotta stand out fo' ya here? Ya need some good shadowsh to do you' thing, y'know."

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heheAs the first volley ended, Claudio kicked the table towards the man, flinging his full strength into sending it flying.

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hehe"And can ya t'y not to stab anyone, big guy included?" He took off towards the side, ducking down to the level of the tables as he darted to and fro. "I don't know if ya know, not that I would wanna assume ya didn't, but knivesh can kill people if ya uze them like that!" A shot of chili passed over him. "We can't be doing that!"

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heheThe maître d' stopped the table with one arm, gripping it by the ledge and propping it up as his own shield, where he now sat between it and the counter to the kitchen; and again, the man who, as his muscles flexed, bristled through his attire, waved his ladle through the air.

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heheA smokescreen of lettuce rose before Elijah. Behind it, shadowed silhouettes shot through the air towards him, ranging from pointed shapes, flying discs, swollen clumps, and blobs of stuff all flew at him.

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heheClaudio grabbed another table — stretching his hand large enough to grip the whole thing by the countertop — and chucked it at the head chef, whipping it over his head like a slingshot before sending it hurling through the air. "Jusht like, th'ow more jugsh or something, I don't know!"

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[Elijah]

Elijah eyed how quickly the other men moved aside, their actions showing just how much they respected - maybe even feared - their leader's power. He huffed as their main adversary struck his ladle against the pitcher. "Part of being underground is not involving myself in all-out brawls like this." His eyes widened as a table blocked his vision temporarily, stepping back as he heard thuds and sloshes on the other side.

He turned to Claudio - who seemed to no longer be suffering so he took in his strange appearance instead. Did he just absorb that water? But now wasn't the time to question it. "Evidently, we're way past that."

When their cover was lost, Elijah split from the cloud. "And you seem to-" he ducked under a roast chicken "misunderstand-" a mound of pasta was sliced with precision, "what my kukri is for." He stabbed a moving burger on the floor, glancing at the cloud with another unimpressed look. "I suggest you focus on your own methods."

"If you wish to be the distraction though, I'm not stopping you. Try to keep him away from me." Without further preamble, Elijah ducked under a table that wasn't thrown, using its sheet to remain unseen from the second wave of food. He remained crouched as he moved from one table to the next then, making his way to the kitchen door while the maître d' seemed keen on staying by the counter.

Claudio Bernardo

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Put 'em up; and thus begins the finale!

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[attr="class","sixShpost"]hehe"What'sh that suppozed to mean!" Claudio chucked another table through the onslaught, hurling it into the maître d's ever-growing blockade of chairs and counters as Elijah ducked out of the man's sight. Though the man wished to keep eyes on both of his targets, their weaving and tactics combined to form a jazzy display, a bizarre rhythm of changing tempos, that he simply couldn't grasp — not in its entirety.

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heheAs such, Elijah had no trouble slipping between the tables. Where Claudio kept the performance going, crashing tables together like cymbals and laughing like the reeds, the other went by beneath it all, a steady rolling of a hi-hat unnoticed beneath the rest of the band. Unnoticed by the maître d', of course, but not of the rest of the audience. No because, somewhere, having dove from the onslaughter alongside the rest of his comrades, one audience-goer heard the tapping well and clear, and alongside its rhythm, there would come a click.

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hehe"Tired of running yet?" The maître d's voice boomed through the restaurant. Chunks of food littered what remained of the once-clean establishment the suits had since appropriated, dashing bits across countertops, chairs, vases, and every other such piece that lied between the man's defenses and the front door. "Still not too late to let it go, brats! No shame in running!"

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heheThe man caught another table, shouldering it alongside the rest of the piled-up decor and stacking it amongst their ranks. The performance still went on, regardless. "Sure talking tough fo'' someone wo'king off hationsh! Food isn't ash scary ash ya think it is, old man!"

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heheAs Elijah happened upon the kitchen door, off closer toward the wall and at the edge of the counter — far beyond the maître d' and his degree of vision — and stepped towards it, a shifting came with the shadow beneath it. Or rather, as his approach came, a figure slid through the crack of the door, coiling into a human's form of an arm and, within its hand, raised a pistol.

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heheA bullet shot into the ceiling with a thunk, resounding with a thunderous boom as smoke poured out from the end of the muzzle before training on Elijah.

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hehe"Stay back, you knife-wielding psycho!" The gun shuddered as the man's voice trembled from behind the door. "Stay out of this dream! A boy's dream shouldn't have any of this, any guns, knives, or god damn tables being thrown around — but you two just had to butt in! We didn't even hurt anyone, but you couldn't leave well enough alone!" His trigger finger shook. He managed his aim, however, and pinned its aim on Elijah's center mass. "Get out! Get out, get out!"

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