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prof_of_cunning ([personal profile] prof_of_cunning) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2011-04-30 12:58 pm
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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening PART 2!

Once all the graduates had returned to their seats, with their diplomas, Zoe turned to address the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present --- ee da tuo da bien!”

No one should translate that. Just know that it wasn’t Chinese for ‘funky looking red and green spacecraft twice the size of the school that just zoomed in to hover above the lawn.’

A beam of eerie green light shining down from it, straight onto the stage, and from that pool of light stepped... no, surged, a horde of men in hairy, horny helmets, waving battle axes and growling in ...something Nordic? Eric could tell you, if he could make it to the stage, but unfortunately ? Not so much.

Those other beams of light that shot from the ship took care of that issue. Both the audience bleachers and the area of the stage roped off for the faculty were enclosed by shimmering fields of energy that let air and light through, but were frustratingly solid to the touch.

Sadly for the graduates, there was no annoying force-field separating them from the hairy-hatted men -- who were headed straight for the Fandom High Class of 2011.



[Open for your umlaut-ridden pleasure! Audience | Grads: Fight! | Grads: Hide! | Aftermath | OOC]

Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...

[identity profile] not-crucified.livejournal.com 2011-04-30 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Man, what the hell was that?" Angelo yelled. "This happen around here a lot or something, that there were weapons on stage?"
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Re: The Battle’s Done, and We Kind of...

[personal profile] furnaceface 2011-04-30 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
//Stop yelling, Angelo,// Jono replied, his tone actually quite calm, all things considered. //You honestly thought that Xavier's was the only school where things like that went on?//

... Less frequently, granted. But still.

//We handled it,// he added, as if that made it all okay, while he worked on figuring out which end of his wrappings was which.