[right]Mimir Kamiya[/right]

Reclining in the high sun of near-noon was one of the best ways to begin lunch. At least in Mimir's lunchtime philosophy. He usually went directly from his class to one of the school's yards, which was a usual lunch-spot for many, and today was no exception. He sat comfortably alone on one of the many benches, his posture leaned back as if he was leaning against a very comfortable chair - yet nothing seemed to be supporting the weight of his upper body, as the student seemingly rested with the brim of his hat tilted down over his eyes.

He preferred to begin his lunch this way, his eyes closed to block out visual distractions as he thought about whatever he desired - sometimes schoolwork, sometimes battle, sometimes other things. Today it was the transfer girl from yesterday's lunch period. Mimir had been wandering around as was common for him, as he witnessed the scene. A scene he'd wished occurred more often.

He found that new students with no ranking commonly did not stand up for themselves - a mistake in his eyes. If only they showed [i]some semblance[/i] of a spine it would likely boost their initiative, and lead them on a path towards the higher ranks, if they had enough potential. Not only would this improve their stature in the school, but it could benefit him as well. He was always glad to make friends - especially those he could compete with fairly, and gain ranking from.

Perhaps this one would be different. He allowed a slight grin to come across his partially-concealed face.

Soon, his moment of thought was jarred by the sounds of a supposed nearby challenge. He sat up, looking over towards the voice as he removed his hat. The challenger was a rather short character, accompanied by a glaring crimson bat. The challenged - a Thai transfer student by the name of Kasemchai. He was the only Thai student Mimir knew by name - though he didn't know him by level, he just remembered that the student didn't appear to use an IED. 

He also liked his hair.

Mimir seemingly stuck his arm far into the innards of his hat, soon after pulling his arm out and drawing a simple lunch pail from within. He set the pail to the side as he replaced the hat onto his head. Opening the pail, he removed a simple whole-wheat sandwich and a smaller canister of rice, and began chowing down as he watched the scene intently. He was always a fan of a good battle, regardless of whether he participated. He often took mental notes, even.

It looked like today he might be having dinner and a show.