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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"This? This is nothing?"

Digesting this information was not working so well, here.

"There are... are children running around up there with... with firearms, and..."

Actually, he didn't know what some of those things were. Glowing swords and such.

Karla glanced back up at the stage, just to check that nothing had changed while she was chatting with Warren's father and had actually gotten dangerous.

...Nope, still just creepy dolls and bears. No big.

"You really think what happened at Alcatraz was Warren's first time in a life or death situation?" she asked him. "No. In fact, that nasty piece of work came on the heels of something much bigger and far more terrifying. And most of those so-called children up there have seen more battles than Warren has. Ditto here in the audience. You're the one out of your depth here, Mr. Worthington, not us."

That was not helping, Karla!

"Yes! Yes, I am out of my depth, here!" There was no shame in admitting it when here appeared to be absolutely insane. "Child soldiers? Bloodthirsty creatures falling out of the sky on my son?"

That was the sticking point, there. Warren had been on the cusp of being lost to him forever so many damn times, watching the scene on the other side of the wall unfolding was like a slow torture.

"Do you trust Warren to handle himself?" Karla asked sharply. "He's a man grown, not a child that needs your protection. Until you learn that, good luck with making any headway with him at all."

Warren nearly bit back with an 'I don't care how old he is,' but he managed to catch himself as the meaning behind her words started to sink in.

He turned to watch the chaos on the other side of the barrier.

"I worry," he said, finally. "He's all I have. And so long as I'm his father, I'll worry, no matter how much I trust that he's stronger than I'll ever understand."

Karla watched him for a moment more, then softened, ever so slightly. Probably not enough for Jr to notice, but then, he didn't know her very well, did he?

"When you talk to him, I'd make that distinction very clear," she said. "Because otherwise you'll just burn another bridge and I don't know how many of those you have left."

"Neither do I," Warren noted as he watched his son make his way around that... that killing field... with a thoughtful, faraway sort of look on his face. "I suppose I'll have to do my best to re-build them, unless he makes it clear that he'd like anything but."

Ha! Warren thought that was a killing field! He should spend some time around Lucivar, then!

"So long as you make it obvious that you're trying, hopefully, so will he."

Karla was just going to cling to that hope, okay? Because otherwise it would mean she'd made a terrible, terrible mistake.

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

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Re: Audience: Oh boy, here we go again...Karla & Jr.

Re: Audience: Oh boy, here we go again...Karla & Jr.