You are not amused...?

[mistaken_for_monster]

[1]
[Well with Christmas coming its going to look like Volya's got plenty of time off from school. He's going to have a chance to hang around with the Student's Comparative Defensive Theology Study Group outside of a schooltime environment and possibly have some fun. Yet when he comes back from classes he seems a little disbelieving before he walks up to you.]

I know you're probably busy but... could you help me and my friends out? The Home Ecc. Teacher and the Baking Club dragged us into the School's Christmas Time Competitive Bake Sale since the people who usually help them went off early for the holidays...

[He shuffles anxiously in place.]

[2] [The Bake Sale] [Mingle Post...?]
[Well things went smoothly at Volya's school. The bake sale proceeded as planned. Food was sold, a good time to be had by all. Cheerful faces of parent, teacher and child. Buuuut... all good things have to come to an end. As the event came to a close and even after the food that was set aside for donation was sent off... there was still quite a lot left over... which led to...]

"FOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!"

[Within moments all sorts of pastries were flying across the air. Nobody is sure who threw the first cake/pie/what have you. But all that can me acknowledged is the complete and utter chaos the schoolyard had become. Not even the teachers or even the principal were spared from the baked warfare happening right now! And it certainly goes without saying that the volunteers and idling visitors would be drawn in as well.]

[ARE YOU READY FOR BAKED WARFARE?]

[3]
[Covered with powdered sugar, jams, chocolate and who knows what other confections Volya slowly dragged himself through Sakihama in a trail of exhaustion. He then took a moment to look up at Interitus who was trying to get his attention.]

What.

[Volya rubs his eyes. Slowly.]

Does.... does anyone else see this...?

[Interitus was sitting happily in the hangar, wrapped in tinsel and having all sorts of ornaments and candy canes hanging off of her. Somehow pasted on her snout was a shiny golden star usually saved for the top of a christmas tree.]

"Thhbthhhhht!"

[Comment on this insanity before you?]

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[tiger_ken]

Tiger Arts: Musabori Kiba!

[A sudden flash of light! The roar of a tiger from seemingly nowhere! And behold, the airborne pastries of doom are met by a surge of power that rips them to shreds!]



Dear, that's cheating!

[And then there's a dull squelch as Ryuko flings a cheesecake at her husband's head.]

Ken's friends must stand for themselves!



It was just a little help!

[Tora responds to his wife's attack by kicking up a table, and with shrivelled soufflés flung into the air, then kicks those towards his spouse. She dodges about the room, leaving any poor sap behind her at risk of a soufflé to a stomach - and not in the proper way!]



Help... me...!

[Oh, and there's Ken. Absolutely [i]buried[/i] in sauces, creams and various types of risen flour, like some kind of patisserie's Frankenstein's monster. He's hidden behind a turned over row of chairs.]

[mistaken_for_monster]

[Volya only has time to keep his head low and keep moving. Oh he really REALLY does not want to be around when the Foreign Culture Club finds out whose parents just sent their souffles all over the place regardless of their quality... then again.... Volya snaps out of his visions of well earned and justified revenge to quickly hand over the spoils to Ashe to weaponize, giving a quick glance at the Torao family.]

Everything just got so much crazier....

[As for Ken... he'd hear a low creak coming from one of the tables next to him followed by a yelp. He'd feel an avalanche of Chocolate Lava cakes splatter all over him. Some were cool, some were warm... some were very unpleasantly hot as they broke open over his battered form.]

"JIRO! Stop flipping tables! We're losing more ammunition than we've gained cover!"

"I'm sorry! Ken-Senpai's parents crazy ninja powers startled me Miss Club Secretary Ma'am!!"

"...Misaki-chan's really got you on a leash hasn't she Jiro?"

"TARO! STOP TALKING! MORE THROWING! WE WILL ACHIEVE VICTORY FOR THE STUDENT'S COMPARATIVE DEFENSIVE THEOLOGY STUDY GROUP!!

"UNDERSTOOD MADAM CLUB SECRETARY! THROWING PASTRIES NOW!"

[Jiro mutters something about hipocrisy before lazily overhand tossing a cupcake over the makeshift cover of the table. It lands on Ken's head.]

[booty_chaser]

[Ashe looks at the two ninjas sternly from her position atop a table]

Hey! You two! Using powers is cheating! A food fight has to be fought without special advantages! [She herself has very conspicuously not made use of any of her many transformations or gadgets, after all. It seems Ashe takes food fighting very seriously]

[booty_chaser]

[Then Volya arrives with the materials needed, and Ashe's grin returns]

Awesome. Cover me, this is going to be great.

[Bundling everything Volya bought into the canvas like an ammo bag, Ashe suddenly snaps to movement in a dead run towards the catapult while the engineers desperately try to crank it... but it's way too late. Ashe irrupts into their position like a whirlwind, neutralizing the two people at the crank with a pair of cream bagels to the schnoz, shoving the cake knives into the torque mechanism and then hitting it to let go - with herself on top of the catapult platter.

With the knives in there, the catapult can't complete the arc to launch horizontally, andso it launches Ashe in an upward diagonal above the enemy's fortifications, fast enough for people to barely have time to register what the hell is happening...

PLAFPLAFSQUELCHPLOFPLAFBLGH

...before Ashe spins and swings her ammo bag as she zooms past, turning the entire frontline into a horrible killzone of custard and souffle]

[mistaken_for_monster]

[And Volya is just going to watch because DAMN, what a massacre. Wait... Did that last one hit the Principal?! No wait, now the old man's hamming it up like it was a war movie, with the history teacher limping like how a five year old would think a limp would work as he tried to drag the head educator to safety - a long smear of custard trailing behind them.]

Wow.

[There was a light cough off to the side as a somewhat souffle splattered teenager dressed in a martial artist's attire calmly flicked some off her shoulder and held out a baguette to Volya.]

...Huh?

[He took the bread... a mistake to be sure as she had another in hand, took two steps back and pointed hers at the Russian.]

"Thank you for accepting my duel request."

Wait... DUEL-?! YEEEEK!

[And now he was duelling. With bread.]

ASHE! HELP!

[Volya's duelling partner whistles sharply as several similarly dressed students form a wall and hurl a variety of tarts and cupcakes at Ashe!]