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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

After the last diploma had been handed out, the graduates were sent back to their seats, and Principal Washburn returned to the podium, to give her final speech and end the ceremony.

It was then that the rumbling started.

Odds were, if you asked the average citizen of Fandom to describe the town, they would tell you about the school, and the shops, and the beach and preserve, and all the areas of the island that existed above ground. But what they wouldn't describe was the island's biggest secret - beneath the ground, hidden from all of the town's inhabitants, was a city of ancient machines, designed to keep Fandom connected to every dimension it has ever touched, allowing people to continue to come from all over to live and grow on the island.

Although the existence of the underground city has always been hidden from Fandom's citizens - a safety measure, to ensure that none of Fandom's more power-hungry students or teachers try to use the machines for harmful purposes - it has not been a secret to everyone. During the night, fae and faeries of all sizes and power had come to make their way underground, and seize control of Fandom's machines, determined to have the unparalleled dimensional access for themselves. Although they were followed, the Wild Hunt had never caught its prey, and while the people of the town were occupied with graduation, the faeries struck, beginning to activate the machines.

But what the faeries didn't realize was that not all of the machines controlled access to dimensions. One machine in particular, one of the first to be activated, controlled the access to the city from above ground. As the machine chugged along, a section of the island lowered a few feet underground, allowing access to the city, the machines, and the faeries.

Of course, it just so happened that this section of land was where the platforms had been laid before graduation, and where the graduates had all been seated. As the platforms sank, a clear bubble covered the area where they'd been, allowing the audience to watch, but preventing them from being able to interfere or help. It was up to the graduates to defend themselves, and get rid of the fae.

[~~Wait for the OCD, please!~~ OCD is up! Have fun!]

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"Because you are a member of an inferior species and lacking in foresight?" The elf sneered back, ducking the kick easily. He threw a spell to cause slow-motion at the boy, his right hand extended in a very picturesque (and melodramatic) manner as his hair flowed regally behind him in the wind.

Fae were all about appearances, even in the midst of battle.

"I prefer to think of it as enjoying thinking on my feet," Peter said as he turned around after landing... slowly. That wasn't good. "Do you know a Robin Goodfellow, by the way? I'm supposed to hit him."

The elf frowned. The human should have been much slower than that--almost stopped. Maybe all these buildings and seating locations were affecting his magic?

No matter. "Why would you wish to do such a thing?"

"Is it possible for you to answer a question without asking another question?" Peter asked. His speed was slowed, sure, but that didn't matter when he was leaping through the air. The laws of physics would see to that.

If he could actually leap through the air at his current speed. With his acceleration at virtually nil, he couldn't exert the force to leave the ground more than a small hop. That really wasn't good.

"Does it bother you?"

The fae stepped out of the way, surprised by the boy's rate of speed, particularly as he felt the spell end rather abruptly. Hmm, perhaps a change of tactics was in order.

He waved a hand and tried for a water spell. Downpour, short blast, anything to distract him.

"Don't you think it keeps us from really getting to know each other?" Peter asked, leaping out of the way of the water thanks to his returned speed and spider-sense. It just so happened that he landed on a metal chair. "I mean, we could probably be buddies if we could just really talk."

Water didn't work so well, but maybe winds would be more effective. He sent gusts in Peter's direction.

"Humans do enjoy talking, don't they? How...quaint."

The wind knocked him off the chair and even blew his shoes right off. But he managed to snag the ground with a hand, anchoring himself. From there, he managed to plant another hand, then pull himself into a crouch. His hair and gown were being blown back, but he wasn't moving. "I talk more than most!" he shouted over the wind. "I'm probably not a good representation of the typical amount of talking that people do! Can you even hear me?"

Again, the spell ended abruptly of its own volition. "Why would you think there was something wrong with my hearing?"

Peter charged forward, grabbing the chair he had previously landed on. "Oh, I thought the ears were fake. You mean you didn't get them at a convention?" He swung the chair as he approached and waited to see what kind of spell the faerie tried this time.

"A convention of what?" The fae asked the question, then felt his head snap back as the chair made contact with his exposed skin. Wisps of smoke became visible from the contact point.

He shot out a hand in defense, aiming a bolt of fire directly at Peter.

"Aww, did that hurt?" Peter asked, flipping over the fae's attack, letting go of the chair, letting it cling to his besocked foot, and kicking at its head again but THIS TIME with the power of a chair.

This...was not a normal human, he realized, as the chair made contact with his head and his ears started to ring. And smoke. With possible melting.

So, there had been a slight miscalculation.

"Not as much as this will," he countered, signalling for the ground to reach up for any part of Peter it could capture.

"That wasn't a question!" Peter yelled as his chairless foot was caught by the ground. He flung the chair from his other foot as hard as he could manage, then made an attempt to pull his trapped foot free.

Damn. His concentration had been thrown off. "Are you going to make me pay a penalty?" Still, at least the earth was cooperating, and holding his attacker captive.

He advanced, prepared to hit Peter with the most destructive spell in his arsenal. Coincidentally, this was just in time to see the earth begin to recede.

"Letgoletgoletgo," Peter repeated as he pulled on his leg as his spider-sense buzzed harder and harder in his head. "letgoletgoletOHTHANKGOD!" Peter yelled that as he barely flipped over the spell, heading upside down towards the fae. Out of pure instinct he threw a punch as he tried to spot where the chair had gone.

The fae was extremly surprised as he landed on his back on the ground, moving his jaw gingerly to see if it was still attached.

He started crab-walking backwards out of the way, beginning to seriously consider the value of a strategic retreat.

"Leave. Don't attack me or my friends anymore. Ever," Peter offered as he spotted the chair and picked it up. Just because he was offering mercy didn't mean he was being dumb enough to be unarmed.

The problem here (or, one among many) was that the fae didn't take orders.

He tried, rather reluctantly, to get to his feet and make his last stand.

"I gave you the option," Peter said, rushing forward and with an underhanded swing of the chair.

As the chair made contact with his face, ruining any chance at concentration for a new spell, the fae started smouldering and shrieking in pain.

Peter cringed at the shrieks before looking down at his gown - which, he realized for the first time, had been somewhat battle-damaged - and started ripping strips off of it to tie the fae up. "Seriously, I don't want to kill you no matter how much you seem to want to be killed. Just be tied up and sit there or I'm just going to need to punch you until you're unconscious and I don't think either of us have the time for that, okay?"

The fae wasn't really in any condition to argue, but he didn't say anything more, either.

So, really, he was just sitting there and pouting as his hands were tied behind him, feeling the residual pain of his facial contact with the chair.

"Sorry about the burning," Peter said as he set the chair back up between the fae and the battle as a warning. He then leaped back into the battle.

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