#piemageddon2

Academy-issue boots carefully step around the carnage left by his peers, silently praying to the divine dragon Askr for whoever would be eventually made to perform clean-up duty. Alfonse sighs—he’d spotted his own sister engaging in the dessert-based warfare, and she was always saying things about how he’s a stick in the mud and doesn’t know how to have fun.

Saving Throw used

Of course it’s his fellow Knight that almost gets the best of him. Unlike most that gave him some kind of signal or warning via shouting or whatnot, by the time Gaius hears the shout, the pie was already inches from him, giving him barely any time to react. He puts his sword right in front of, pie getting sliced, but smudging him on both cheeks and even his hair. 

Damn, how strong was this guy?!

The border patrol Tibarn had volunteered for proved to be quite the pleasant, relaxing one. The Hawk King has, for the most part, always enjoyed such tasks - they would often offer him the opportunity to stretch his wings and enjoy the feeling of freedom that came with flying and watching the world around him.

As he gets back to the monastery, he gets a weird feeling of something being wrong even before the reaches Garreg Mach. It feels... somewhat quieter, but the weird type of quiet. Has something happened? Unsure and confused, Tibarn picks up the pace.

--

There were a few hypothetical scenarios his mind prepared him for as he made his way to the place, but this sure was not one of them.

Blending in with the bizarre silence that had overtaken the staff and students cleaning up the... baked goods of different variety splattered all over the floors, walls and everything - including some of the workers - Tibarn carefully picks his way to his office, trying not to get his precious feathers dirty from the stuff. He briefly glances around as he goes. This would look like a battlefield if warring beorc threw cakes instead of spears at one another.

He successfully reaches his destination, only to make the extremely unpleasant discovery of something having in fact hit his door. Eugh.

... That being said, said something looks like remnants of a meat pie. If no one cleans this up, he might just give up and do it himself by eating the stuff. Unlike with beorc, Tibarn’s stomach is more than tolerant of meat that is not fully fresh, so hey, maybe he can at least get something out of this unexplained, confusing mess.

His attention is drawn to a small note stuck into the door by the knob. He takes it and reads,

Hello Professor, Things happened. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this. Please take a day off.

...

He opens the door, slides into the office and locks it from the inside. Well, he supposes that’s his cue to get caught up on the gods damned paperwork.

Her ears had perked up. With all this flinging it was hard to tell if it were coming for her or not. She had never seen this woman before and worse, she hadn’t seen this one coming until it was much too late. The chocolate pie flies through the air, almost as if it’s in slow motion, and she tries to outrun it or dodge it, but Mila has another plan in store for her.

As she’s smacked in the face with chocolatey goodness, she stumbles back a couple steps. 

Saving throw: 

Oh, Mila, what did she do to deserve this fate? Mae falls to her knees, then to her back. 

After comforting Ewan, Tethys makes it a point to find out who’s armed with cherry and blueberry pies. It was fairly common, but a bit of bias in her targets wouldn’t hurt as long as it still aided in her cause to get them to quit.

As she was scouting, she crosses paths with a fellow faculty-- one she has been looking forward to meeting. How can she not recognize her? Ewan spoke of her so fondly. The child seems to have a habit of latching on to his his teachers when he grows fond of them and she was definitely one of them.

Thankfully, despite the recognition, she doesn’t let her guard down. Her eyes never failed her, and she sees the pie on hand. When the pie is thrown, she ducks down swiftly, much like how she ends most of her performances. 

Apples are a boring morning snack. Where’s the excitement? The symphony of spices? Food is food, yes, but jeez, after being spoiled by the kitchens, returning to plain old fruit is a disappointment. 

“....huh?” Is that...a pie?!

Roll: 9! Saving throw: 5 

“Hm?” Oh, the pretty girl from earlier today! Wearing his most charming grin, Inigo follows her movements. How rude, trying to steal the pie from his arms! In the scuffle, he loses his grip on the sugary treat. 

Roll: 10! 

The pie falls in slow motion as they both vie for control. It splatters both of them in a glorious explosion of whipped cream and dyed filling.