fandomhigh | 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]

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Ah, but what good would a gun be versus a hairy screaming man brandishing a giant steel sword and great viking fists?

"Sýndu mér að miklu, þinn loðinn konur, þú pimpled kynlausar eða svín!"

More importantly, would it stop Wiglaf's epic battle cry?

[[Show me to your great, hairy women, you pimpled sexless swine!]]

What a good thing that Kyle was used to fighting things much bigger than him. The amount of hair was disconcerting. "Stop!" Kyle tried first of all. They weren't machines as far as he knew. It was worth a try.

The hairless girl was shouting at him. Wiglaf paused, sword held aloft and he scratched his beard in confusion, thick fingers coming up with a nice clump of...last night's greasy fowl. Mmm, still good.

He put his hand out in front of him, palm out, to to give the viking a signal to stay where he was while Kyle started to back away.

"Komdu nær og gefa okkur koss!" Mayhaps the girl wished to give him a big, swarthy kiss! Hold on, Wiglaf needed to prepare himself, stowing his sword and picking his teeth with a mostly sharp blade.

"Okay." Kyle looked confused. He gave the viking a little wave to try to get his attention.

Wiglaf waved his knife at the hairless girl, lumbering forward on thick legs, his tunic stained and a little twisted under his collar. But see, he had a glorious beard and access to the best mead in space. His girl would like it much, yes.

"Whoa, viking. Stay where you are!" He still had the gun in his other hand.

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