Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

[bigdamnprincipal]

Were you all enjoying your graduation, children? Ingvar certainly hoped you were. It was so much fun, after all! Though... it could be a little more fun, couldn't it? It felt as if something was missing somehow. Something to really make it... fun.

Ingvar knew what it was.

And so, while the graduates were still on and around the stage, the earth began to rumble. Large black clouds of smoke pushed out of Ingvar's volcano and into the air, obscuring the sky and the moon. Soon, the air was covered in a thick black blanket of darkness.

The tune of the rumbling shifted.

Around the stage, clear protective walls sprung up. This was not Fandom's first tango on graduation day, thank you. She knew how to take care of what was hers.

Unfortunately, Ingvar knew its mother well. Moments later, it began to rain: a thick downpour of familiar plastic poppets in varying levels of creepiness, but also nice, brown, fluffy ...red-eyed, sharp-clawed teddy bears. And leading the charge, teeth-first--

"DROP BEARS!"

[OCD is up! Have at it! Audience | Grads: Fight! | Grads: Hide! | Aftermath | OOC 1 | OOC 2]

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Graduates: Playtime with Ingvar!

[bigdamnprincipal]

As creepy dolls, evil teddy bears, and freaking drop bears rained down onto the graduates, Zoe sighed and ran up to the closest wall, banging on it to try to get people's attention. "Weapons in the trunk behind the podium! Use whatever you can! Be careful!" she yelled.

Then she turned around, pulled out a flask (hey, the school had their preparations, and she had hers), and took a quick drink before going back to watching the battle. The graduates were as prepared as they could be, but that didn't mean she and the others couldn't stay as close as possible.

Graduates: FIGHT!

[bigdamnprincipal]

The trunk of weapons contained everything from blunt and sharp objects to energy guns, to ropes and swords and whatever the heck else people tended to stash in the weapons locker and the salle. If you wanted to arm yourself, this would be the time to do it.

[If you would like a fight, please ping in the OCD below with which kind of adorable yet deadly toy you'd like to fight!]

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

At the first sign of trouble, Bruce unzipped his gown and reached into his utility belt for some throwing stars and a pair of brass knuckles. The stars were in the air and Bruce was already rushing in for a follow-up attack before the knuckles were even on his hand.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Um... Right. Of course. If Jake was going to be fighting weird furry things and creepy dolls, he was going to take off the stupid gown first.

And okay, while he didn't technically need a weapon, he didn't think changing into a wolf on stage was the best course of action considering all the guests. So he grabbed a baseball bat from the trunk and went to work. It was especially fun to punch them right into the wall.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[wrongkindofsith]

Yes, Cara was totally planning on hiding. If by hiding you meant tossing her gown to one side and charging forward, agiels in hand.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[wwiii]

Warren was deciding then and there that he was not going to miss Ingvar, for as much as he was going to miss Fandom. That was probably the most eerie volcanic eruption of all time.

Of. All. Time.

In any case, he was shucking the gown and pulling out the sticks that Lucivar had been training him with just that morning, spreading his wings and daring any evil toys to take him on.

Bring it, Ingvar.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had to fumble on the ground for a moment to unstrap a set of arrows from the back of his shin, and then to shuck the graduation robe for a moment in order to get at that crossbow he'd strapped on his back, but after arming himself up, he was ready for this.

And was doing a surprisingly badass job of it, too.

If he shrieked every time a creepy doll caught him by surprise just before he shot it, well, that was his business.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[longislandiceme]

Weapons weren't really Bobby's thing, so he was going to settle for fighting the bears off with fists.

Fists that he'd subtly shifted to ice once he was sure that no one (besides creepy fangy bears) was paying any particular attention to him.

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

In one fluid motion, Squall threw off his robe and readied his gunblade.

He didn't rush into the fray right away, though. He'd done his share of day-saving, and it was only fair to let some of the other students have first crack at it. Instead, he scanned the crowd to see if any of the non-fighters needed help.

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[momslilassassin]

After a quick check to be sure Ender was okay (it was habit by now), Ben pulled his lightsaber out from under his robes and went to town on the drop bears and creepy stuffed things.

It was going to be a long weekend: the exercise was good for him.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[notmyownage]

Oh, like Claudia was going to come to graduation without her Tesla.

She'd been here for years, after all.

She whipped the taser out of her gown and aimed at the nearest dropbear. "Eat electric justice, fuzzy!"

Yeah, that was terrible.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie wasn't really much of a fighter. She'd run screaming from a murderous bunny like a week ago. But she wasn't someone you wanted to piss off when she might get all ragey, either.

Which anything that came at her might learn, what with her yelling, "THIS. IS. MY. GRADUATION," followed by beating it with a chair she'd been sitting on.

...Girl had some unresolved anger issues.

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[trigons_child]

Raven wasn't going to run and hide in case she was needed; but she wasn't going to fight, either. She'd seen past graduations and had been hoping this one wouldn't be marred by violence. Sadly, but not unexpectedly, this wasn't the case.

She moved out of the main fray, sickened but keeping an eye out for anyone who might have need of her gifts. Any doll or demonic teddy bear that came near her would be sent straight to hell, but since the drop bears were living creatures and not just animated (at least she thought so), she'd pacify them.

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[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o grabbed one of the slingshots he got from the Thunderkittens and used it to shot trick pellets at the beasties coming at him. One of them turned out to be a smoke bomb, which gave him some over as he made his way to the weapons trunk to get a sword.

He probably could have called on the Sword of Omens, but that seemed just a little too easy. Lion-o was looking forward to a good challenge today.

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[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

OH, LOOK, WHAT WERE THE ODDS OF GABRIELLE FINDING AN OH-SO-CONVENIENT PAIR OF SAI IN THE TRUNK?

No weirder than any of the other oh-so-convenient coincidences that inexplicably made up her life, so don't judge.

"Oh, you think you're so cute, do you?" she asked, squaring off against a drop bear. "Yeah, well, I'm not gonna fall for it."

[OOC: No rush on this since I have to run out for a couple of hours again soon!]

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[angelo_wings]

Weapons? Rinoa didn't need a weapon. She was a weapon. She could probably get away with just channeling enough magic to zap whichever bears were close, but ... exactly what fun would that be?

There were lots of monsters, and probably some of the graduates needed to be protected, and okay, really, she'd been itching to get her wings out ever since she'd seen Warren flutter his.

It felt really good to get her wings out. Oh, these drop bears were going to be sorry.

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[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Motherfucker those were evil fucking teddy bears. What kind of sick -- why did the teddy bears have gigantic fucking teeth that didn't even --

Okay, George was running for the weapons trunk. Why was she not hiding? That was ... a good question. But she had a baseball bat. A baseball ... wait, a baseball bat?! A huge pile of weapons and she went for the lamest one possible. Seriously?

Too late, one of those fuckers was coming. Well, okay then. Let's do this.

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[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

Weapons? Hah! Elle was her own weapon, thank you very much.

Which would be why there were energy balls springing up in her hands.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[aliceseesthings.livejournal.com]

Alice didn't need weapons, but she grabbed a sword anyway, just in case. Now was not the time to be cocky and arrogant.

And anyway, a sword would help her keep the creepy damn things at a distance. She didn't particularly want them getting any kind of close to her.

Sword in hand, Alice turned in search of something to fight.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn ... should have expected something like this, really. She ditched her hat, grabbed a crowbar from the weapons, and scuttled back to a border position with her back against the walls at the edge of the stage.

She was ready to kick some serious evil teddy bear ass.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[life_inshadow]

Tara was Not Best Pleased, but ... it was Fandom. They'd manage.

She brought up her hands and aimed a magical light show at a cluster of dolls, hoping to daze and distract them so a fighter could take them out.

Re: Graduates: FIGHT!

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"Finally!" Seifer muttered as he tossed off his robe and unclipped Hyperion from his belt. He'd been needing a good fight for months now.

"Bring it on," he said as he swung Hyperion at the nearest creature.

Graduates: Hide!

[bigdamnprincipal]

There was never any shame in finding a safe spot when things like this happened. For anyone who wished to hang back, there was a nice bit of space behind one of the banners at the back of the stage where no creepy toy rain was falling - a safe, dry spot to wait out the plastic and fuzzy storm.

Re: Graduates: Hide!

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Miley shrieked, and immediately hiked up her graduation gown and launched a completely off-target kick at a creepy doll that had been about to descend not far from her.

She missed the doll by about a foot.

"No one saw that!" she yelled, and decided to just run and duck for cover instead.

Re: Graduates: Playtime with Ingvar!

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Blind Seer didn't need much encouragement to start tearing at some of the stuffed toys.

Nor did Firekeeper, actually, pulling her Fang from where she'd concealed it at her waist and going after a bear that was attempting to chomp her ankles.