[Speedy]

This uniform sucked. And when it sucked, it sucked. What made it even worse was it didn't do much to generate static electricity. Seriously, this skirt? Awful. The leggings helped a little bit, but the material just didn't do what she needed it to do. That, and the friction would no doubt wear holes in them quicker than she'd like.

As such, she'd get one chance at this. If there was anything she learned in her previous life it was food that you stole off another person's plate tasted the best, and it was a great ice breaker. So in her little corner she stretched out she looked at the crowd, picking her targets carefully.

So! Tray, check. Chopsticks, check. Hayaka, check! Like a bullet from a gun, she was off! The doctors told her she should take it easy, but heck with that! She was in good health(ish), minus some irreparable damage to her quirk organs, so this would be fine! Granted, she wasn't as fast as she used to be...but that's why she was at UAU! Second lease on life, gotta prevent end of the world, and she could build back up to being the trackstar everyone adored!

And so she'd move quickly through the lunch crowd, picking off the trays of others as swiftly as she could. She might not be the fastest ever anymore, but she should be fast enough that people won't be able to tell who it was that stole from them! A sausage here, piece of omelette there, a hunk of celery elsewhere, and before long she'd have a respectable looking lunch! She'd find a table that was nearby, plopping down before giving thanks for the food and chowing down. Nobody will suspect a thing!

[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]MY SAUSAGE!!! [attr="class","rhythm"] It had been a long day of training, and the one thing Mutou had been looking forward to was his meal.  Having walked into the cafeteria with such a proud walk, the eye-patch hero to be headed straight to the lunch workers.  Quickly ordering a high-protein meal, the young man had carefully devised himself a proper muscle building dietary guide and he was trying to stick to it quite hard.  Not that he'd admit that to anyone, having some complex about it as he left food area with a plate of eggs and a sausage- Plate of partial eggs-  WHAT!? "WHAT!?!?" Mutou wasn't hallucinating, he knew for a fact that he got a full plate of eggs with a sausage, but a quarter of his plate was gone along with the sausage resting above the egg.  Looking around, he tried to spot where his food was at.  It definitely wasn't on the floor, because despite him being a bit clumsy it sure as hell wasn't splattered on the floor. So that means a student took it.  That was Mutou's specifically assigned calories and nutrients, and he wasn't going to go back to get more because he didn't want to look like a pig to the staff here.  So the next logical step was to start a witch hunt. Stepping on top of the nearest table, the eye-patched hero to be would draw his blade and aim it toward the ceiling whilst shouting out, "WHO DARES TO STEAL OUR FOOD!?  FOOD IS A SACRED THING TO A MAN, AND TO STEAL IT IS TO DECLARE YOURSELF MY ENEMY!"  His eyes would gaze across the students that were completely startled by the weird first year calling out some unknown assailant, some of them soon starting to be aware that bits of their own food was taken as well. (tagged)⏤ Speedy,

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[Speedy]

Yep, this was absolutely divine! The eggs had a little bit of onion in them, she could detect the special sauces used for the hamburger steak, she could detect just how much soy was used in those veggies...this was great! She was so busy savoring all the different flavors that the person hopping up and shouting at the top of his lungs caused her to choke just a little. Not out of embarrassment but in faux outrage. "You're absolutely right, random eyepatch guy! I had a full thing of rice, and now it's gone!"

Hayaka might appear to be on his side and willing to join the witch hunt, but this was anything but the truth. In fact, Mutou had given her an opportunity: she could get even more food from all this! She'd shovel in another mouthful while holding a fist up, saying through bites: "Don't people know not to take things that don't belong to them!" Genius. Pure genius.

Haruto Mutou,

[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Mud on the Face, Big Disgrace... [attr="class","rhythm"] Apparently he got someone on his side.  A young lass with blondish hair with brown roots stood up and joined in on his conquest against the food thief.  "YES!"  Pointing at her, he would jump across several tables to reach her table.  Accidentally stepping on someone's plate of eggs in the process, which the person would soon not forget.  Stopping in front of his new ally, he would be impressed with this camaraderie. "Yes, we shall seek out this food thief and deliver sweet foody justi-" K-THUNK! Mutou would be flung off of the table top by the student who had a fresh foot print in his eggs.  A brown substance stained Mutou's face as this student shot wet mud at the eyepatch guy, sending him flying off the table and slamming into the floor seeing stars. "EY, I WAS EATING THAT YOU MORON!  JUST GET NEW FOOD LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!". (tagged)⏤ Speedy,

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[Masao Ando]

There was no hour as eventful at UAU as lunch hour. While other students were chatting away with each other all she could do was think about her latest project, unable to stop brainstorming even during lunch. So much so, that she didn't notice she had taken one egg less than her usual by mistake. Looking down at her lunch tray she couldn't help but feel a little bad... Was she being too hard on herself? Maybe she needed to take a break this weekend and cut down on the training hours. Her attention was quickly grabbed by Mutou's loud disapproval of the lunch thief... Was that maniac carrying a sword into the cafeteria? By the time he leapt over to Hayaka, Masao was already on the move.

Just as she had assumed, things were only starting to go sideways as a student with a mud quirk directed his powers at Mutou. ''That's enough.'' She raised her voice at the student who had their lunch ruined, trying to get in between him and Mutou. ''As a fellow student at UAU, you know full well that we do not use our quirks against other students outside of teacher sanctioned sparring matches.'' She glanced down at his lunch, before turning to look at Mutou, offering him a hand to help him back up. ''Mutou-san was hasty, but I doubt he had any ill intentions. If you had taken the time to ask him, rather than attack him while his back was turned you would be able to confirm as much.'' She looked over at Hayaka, able to deduce that she was the one that had raised her voice in support of Mutou earlier... One of his friends, perhaps? She turned to Mutou and put a hand on his shoulder. ''Are you okay?''

Haruto Mutou, Speedy

[Speedy]

This guy was the source of chaos she needed, and it was gonna be wonderful! At least, until he stepped on someone else's tray and got splatted for his trouble. It was funny, to be honest, but Hayaka had to suppress her own laughter in the face of adversity. This act by itself was going to ruin her plan! Now people were going to be against him and food was going to be harder to grab!

But wait! Who was this redheaded bombshell? A wet blanket, that was what! But with these new players coming in it was possible to stir the pot, cause things to boil. And if they could do that, then it was possible to grab everything in sight! "Ah, but you see, Miss Bombshell! That man ruined this other man's food!" And she turned, smacking an open palm with her fist. "And he only did that because there is a thief among us! Are we not hero students? Is our job not to find and punish the evil? Is theft now considered good?!" She pointed at Masao, accusingly. "Quirk use shouldn't be limited to just the fields of training, but also used for the rooting out of evil! And your attempt to prevent us from finding this thief is in fact obstruction, and also evil, therefore you are evil! And if you evil that means you are in cahoots with the thief! Spill the beans, Miss Sexy Lady! Literally, where are the beans?!"

Speedy,Haruto Mutou,Masao Ando,

[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Time to put you back into your PLACE [attr="class","rhythm"] Mutou was seeing some muddy stars.  Rather dazed from the combination of the cheap shot and having slammed into the ground with a hefty slam.  Barely becoming cognizant of of his surroundings, he would soon sit up whilst trying to wipe mud off of his face.  He was definitely not listening to Masao's attempts to de-escalate the situation, as the one eyed man was looking for a way to retaliate. The guy who got mud on his face issued a challenge, and Mutou went from his food crusade to getting even with this punk.  Formulating plans, he would soon get up while Hayaka was speaking with Masao. Rushing in, he would quickly unsheathe his sword in a fencer's thrust.  Sliding his blade underneath the Mud Student's food tray, and with a twist would send the rest of his food into his face.  "TAKE THAT YOU PUNK!  KNOW YOUR PLACE BENEATH ME!" Mutou shouted his own victory while slamming his sword fist into his chest two times, before sheathing his blade properly. And while the mud student was now the one seeing stars for the moment, Mutou would wear a manic looking grin as he glanced at the other students who were priming to get into a full food war.  Tensions were high, especially as the only ones who could now be heard were Mutou, Hayaka, and Masao.  Mud Boy was regaining his cognizance and was on the verge of going full Muddy Explosion on everything as he too was seeing red. (tagged)⏤ Masao Ando,Speedy,

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