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

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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"What exactly is it you'd like me to do from here? Fly over the top of that wall? If I was one of the lucky ones who got wings, I'd give it a try, trust me, but they're all in there, busy kicking some ass."

Not that Bo knew his son was one of those, but as powers went, she was still conflicted enough about her own that she'd have taken pretty angel wings over death-by-sex in a heartbeat.

That wing comment made Warren, Jr stiffen. "Excuse me?" he asked, voice going calm and cold, much the way his son's did when he was angry. "And just what did you mean by that, miss? Are you suggesting something about my son?"

Wings were a touchy subject in the Worthington household. Especially when used in conjunction with 'lucky.'

Bo blinked at him. "It was a compliment. If your son's one of the two with wings in there, I'm suggesting he's damn good at defending himself."

Warren Jr glanced over just in time to see his son execute a graceful whirl, bringing his bladed stick up in time to disembowel a stuffed bear and fling it aside, just in time to catch a creepy doll with the backswing.

"Err, yes," he said slowly. "That is my--he's doing very--that's not the point!"

And give Warren just a few more moments to remember what that point was, while he watched his son move like a predator through the ranks of...evil toys.

Yes.

Maybe Bo could help?

"The point is that part of coming to this school is learning to do stuff like that, and graduation, for whatever reason, tends to be the students' one big chance to prove it."

Extrapolating a whole fuck of a lot from her conversation with Zoe about whether this happened every year? Oh, hell, yes.

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

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