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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General Caraway stared at the boy (who, it seemed, was an alarming shade of grayish blue; he was going to file that) for several seconds, trying to either intimidate him into submission or think of a more cutting rebuttal.

Unfortunately, the more pragmatic side of him was increasingly convinced that the boy was in the right, as loath as he was to admit it.

Finally, he sighed. When he spoke, it was towards the wall again.

"She's wrong," he said. "I have little pragmatism left in me."

Galbadia was still in ruins, and his daughter made it a practice to have play dates with death. It was a wonder he slept.

"You're speaking of Ultimecia," he continued. "The rumors suggested that there were off-worlders lending assistance with that. Were you involved?"

"With that, and with the death of Adel," Jono replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't have another fight like those left in me, but the blast that took out that... large flying... monstrosity of a weapon, that was my doing."

So, yes. Yes he had been involved.

"Jonothon Starsmore. My mates know me as Jono, though. You might or might not have heard that one before, I've got no bloody clue."

Jono did, in fact, seem to ring bells. The paperwork his daughter had mentioned, perhaps? Or maybe it had been in connection to the events the boy had just claimed participation in. Perhaps even both.

He straightened, slightly. "I owe you a debt I cannot repay," he said, "as do many in my world, though few may ever realize it."

It was stiff, but General Caraway was stiff. He had spent his life in the military, but it ran deeper than that. Only Julia had known how to soften him around the edges, and she'd been gone for a very long time.

Jono could handle stiff, too. Most of the people he'd worked with in both the X-Men and Weapon X (loathe as he was to think too hard about Weapon X) had been so stiff, Jono had wondered how they'd managed to make room for the broomstick.

"I have enough of my own debts to repay," he noted, evenly. "This only begins to balance it out a little."

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

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