Agent Michael was a bit more hesitant.

"Are you sure about this, Mia?" he asked, peeking out from behind the tables they'd set up as a tiny stronghold. "We could just leave. The door's right there."

Mia hurled an apple--they had captured a bag of them from the food line--at an exceptionally pale girl across the room, grinning as her mark fell. Then she turned to her partner with a flat look behind her sunglasses. "Just like you, Greenie," she said, hefting another apple. "This is a war zone. There's no leaving until the war's done."

Michael peeked out again in glum silence. They were, in fact, blocking the door with four tables set out in a rough square. He could have left easily. But it was best not to anger Mia--especially when she had ammunition so close at hand. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and took out a Muggle-use wand. Maybe he could Stupefy everyone and end the fight that way. I just want some lunch, he thought, stomach growling. A mass of sticky mac and cheese, molded like a snowball, took him in the shoulder. That is not what I meant, he silently told the Ironic Overpower.

((-Alleb))

That is to say, putting food in his mouth and chewing mechanically while thinking about something else, partially because of the food involved and partially because he was actually distracted. His reverie was rudely disturbed by something splatting against his shoulder. He looked aside and saw a large, red stain on the shoulder of his uniform jacket. With a sigh he got up, only to duck down again as something that looked suspiciously like a bunch of Spikes flew over his head.

The mage looked at the enfolding chaos, winced as he saw someone get crushed under a not-quite-thin clown (of all things) and tried to plot a way to the exit that did not involve him going through multiple fights. Something rolled to a stop next to his feet and he had a second’s glance at it before exploded in a burst of white light, blinding and deafening him as flashbangs were wont to do.

Agent Hop ducked beneath a long table, which helped her avoid a sudden launch of Generic Gray Gruel. "Not funny!"

Suddenly every single piece of food in the cafeteria became a weapon. Bugels were flying, steaks were torn... Hell hath no fury like an agent scorned.

"I got hit," said Hip, wiping sauce off her cheek. Peeking from beneath the table, both women noticed the battlefield was getting more intense every second. Instead of just food, some agents with superpowers decided to either settle some old disputes, or simplu show-off their superiority.

"So what's the plan, captain?" Hip looked at Hop.

"Our mission is to get to the takeaway containers, o'er there," the former Time Agent pointed at the pile of styrofoam boxes, "catch wha'ever food is flyin', an' then dash to our RC to have a proper lunch. Yeh with me, love?"

"Always."

The agents relocated from beneath the table, to the side of it. They were completely vulnerable, but that won't matter if they're gonna be on the move.

Hop took a deep breath. "If I don' make it alive," she looked at Hip, "tell me girlfriend I love 'er."

Hip chuckled. "I'll be sure to let her know." She gave Hop a quick peck on the cheek. "Now go. I'll cover you."

Hearing the signal, Hop slid across the table and dashed towards the to-go boxes.

"Help me turn this table, Sir Jesse!" she yelled, taking hold of the worn edge. Food flew through the air around them, splattering on the ground and occasionally splattering them. Alleb felt a grin work its way onto her face at the sounds of the brawl--she hadn't had a decent, hand-to-hand fight in weeks.

Jesse stood, toppling back his chair, and took hold of the table with her. Together they heaved, turning the rectangle onto its side, dumping their lunches on the ground. Jesse adjusted the legs so they kept the thing up. Alleb peered over the top, ducking back down when a pile of greenish mashed potatoes--she hoped they were mashed potatoes--flew at her, striking the front of their barricade. "We are well positioned in this corner!" the swordmaiden said. "Now we have only to find worthy opponents!"

She looked over and, to her surprise, Jesse was also grinning. "I ain't seen a proper brawl since I left Kansas City," he said. He looked at her, brown eyes alight. "You ever been in one?"

"Are you or are you not talking to one of the wrestling champions of Alleble?" Alleb said, stretching the muscles in her arms. "I say we dash out, fight for a few moments, then return here before we are bloodied." She paused for a moment. "We fight to end the fight and bring peace, of course," she said, as an afterthought.

"Right," Jesse said, winking. "Sounds good." He held out his hand. "Together?"

Alleb clasped it firmly. "Together!"

They released each other, and with their own war cries--"Yeeehaw!"--"For Alleble!"--they vaulted over their table barricade and charged into the fray.

((Boy, this sounds fun! =D I might involve Michael and Mia later. Poor guys, they haven't been used since the Hunger Games RP.

Thanks for doing this, July!

-Alleb))

It was Ajax, commenting on their current situation of foodfight.

The Agents of RC# 637R3K7M8 were holed up in a square fortress of 4 tables. His partner Matthew had somehow acquired a crossbow, and was using it to return fire. Conversely, Ajax himself was using his hydrokinetic abilities to forge a flying tendril of water. Said tendril was littered with the weaponized food, ramming itself into Ajax's opponets.

An eggplant found it's way into their defense, and for some reason had a cord that was lit on fire. An Eggplant Grenade. Matthew threw the eggplant back over their wall, where it exploded.

"Where the heck did they get that?!" Matthew commented post-boom.

"We've passed RWBY levels of carnage, that's for sure." Ajax said.

Saturday night is always alright for fighting

Just in time for a ballistic sandwich to catch him full in the face and bowl him over backwards. He bounced back manfully, though, and in a credit to his almost-certainly-not-real German heritage, he scraped it off on a water glass (which took him longer than he cared to admit), flicked through his movepool, selected Waterfall, Aqua Jet, Spikes, and Supersonic, and entered the fray with a screaming battle cry.

Which was almost immediately silenced by yet another ballistic sandwich, but it was a cheese ploughman's with mango chutney so he didn't really mind.