Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

Safe to say that trials of wisdom, bravery, and athleticism were not really Aly's style. She had barely made it a step into that first trial before the fear of what exactly could have been in that overwhelming darkness had completely overtaken her, sending the second-year Ravenclaw scurrying back into the (not quite as terrifying, but still dark) Underworld-themed courtyard with its blue firelight and fountains of strangely-colored punch. Here, at least, she could see other people around her, and Aly Salinger had always thrived best in a crowd, even if she knew absolutely nobody there.

Her bracelets clinking on her wrist, Aly picked at one of the golden links with a nail as she crept back into the Underworld area. It seemed more crowded than it had been before, and the curly-haired girl glanced around, eyes roaming over people drinking punch and doing... other things that seemed less like ball behavior, but who was she to judge? The Spring portion seemed more appealing than this, so Aly wandered off towards that, hoping that perhaps flowers and cheer would be more her style.

Before she could so much as get to the entrance to the castle, though, someone walked in front of her, cutting her off; it was a white-haired boy with one hand on the wall, looking rather exhausted. Had he come out of the Trials as well? Probably he had made it through more, though. As he made his way to a corner nearby, Aly watched the boy turn his body and finally come to sit upon the ground, and only then did she recognize his slender frame, sloping Grecian nose, and matching silvery eyes, hair, and freckles. Pericles, she was pretty sure. They were both second-years, though they had never spoken. In that moment, though, he looked exhausted, and if there was one thing Alyssa Salinger had always been able to do well, it was recognize somebody in need of a friend.

So, naturally, she made a beeline for the white-haired boy, plopping down next to him on the ground. Her dress would likely have dirt from the cobblestones decorating its back when she got up, but that was a problem for the Aly of ten minutes from now.

"Well," she said cheerfully, propping up her elbow on her knee and then her chin on her elbow, "you look like you could use some of that punch. Or-" Aly glanced over towards the punch bowl, her emerald eyes landing on a few of the people nearby. With their antics... well, maybe he wouldn't want to try that punch after all. "Erm... well, maybe not punch, but you look dead. No offense!"

Aly shook her head. Very smooth, Aly. All right. I can do this!

She smiled at Pericles, carefully fiddling with the white blossom tucked into her bracelets and pulling it out slowly. It had been so cautiously woven into the golden links that she feared for a moment that it would tear, but luckily, it came out all in one piece. "Nevermind that. I'm Alyssa- but you can call me Aly, everyone does," she chirped, reaching the flower out to him. "Here, take this! I find a little bloom always makes me feel better, and you seem like you could use this!"

WC: 546

Action: Returning from the Trials, joining Peri on the floor
Note: I had meant for Aly to do the trials but the deadline passed, so she's coming back instead.
Interactions: Semi-open (interacting with @Pericles Dralt)
Mentioning: @Pericles Dralt
STA: 6 // EVA: 6 // STR: 4 // WIS: 10 // ARCP: 7 // ACC: 7
Abilities: Charmer, Keeper's Catch
Font Colour: 1155Cc
Underworld Posts x x // Spring Posts

Outfit

Reducio

drawn by yours truly

English = 5D4A64 | Russian = 4E7A27

Interacting with: Nate Smirnow (@Haley Rose) slight godmodding approved
Closed to interactions

Irina was still not happy about this school and at this point leaving might just be the best option to avoid farther hatred. She did give the Nate the freedom to choose what they were going to do next and was hoping that he would pick well. Seeing his hand stretched out for her to take, she figured that they were going to dance and placed her hand in his. As soon she did, he bowed to her and placed a soft kiss on her hand. It was shocking in a way, none of the boys she ever met were as much of a gentleman as he was.

Smiling at Nate she let him lead her to the ‘dance floor’ and said “Of course” to him asking is they could start dancing. When he put his hand around her hip, Irina tried to remember what to do. Her mom had taught her it once when she was younger and all she could do now was hope that she knew what she was doing. She placed her hand on his shoulder and left the one in his hand. Whispering slightly she asked for confirmation, “Is this right?”

Upon receiving confirmation and or correction, the two of them danced for little bit in the dim light of the area. It was nice, Irina definitely wasn’t expecting it going into the ball but it was really nice to dance with a close friend. It made the night a lot better and was a better end to it than just leaving in a angry mood. With the dance, Irina felt herself getting happier while her tiredness from the night started catching up to her. She had been to all the trials, hadn’t won, got poisoned, and supported Nate. It was quite the night.

Slowly finishing the nice dance she brought Nate into a hug and said, “Thank you Nate for the great end to tonight, it was very nice to dance with you. The events are catching up to me now and I’m getting pretty tired. I’m going to head back to the campgrounds, would you like to come?” Irina was in a much better mood and was happy with how the night had ended. Walking towards the exit, she left the crazy Hogwarts ball and the dangerous potions behind her.

Thread Left, thank you mods for the great ball!

For Moderation:

Reducio

Action: Dancing and Leaving the ball
Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 8 | STR: 7 | WIS: 9 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 7
Heath points: 800/800
Abilities: Sixth Sense, Fearless, and Calming Presence
Effect: +2 to their awareness rolls. If a player attempts to enter a thread that you are already in, there is a 25% chance that you automatically detect them on entry.
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.
Effect: An aura of calm. Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target. This does not stack.

Post tracker: [1] [O] [H] [H] [P] [H] [A] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Π ε ρ ι κ λ ῆ ς
Outfit

Pericles thrived on the act of testing himself. He felt quite content with his performance in the trials, but now that those were said and done, he felt at a loss as to where he ought to be. In previous events, he had circled the celebration like a sentry bird. But he was tired tonight. He did not want to go on guard duty, just this once. If trouble arose, he would do what he could to stop it, yet the idea of seeking out issues was less than ideal. So he sat, eyes closed, grogginess sinking into his bones as the excitement of the "olympics" took its leave. If everyone could just stop shouting and slinging spells....

A lighthearted voice came as a balm to the background chaos. It was close, surprisingly so, and the boy raised his head with a startled jerk. Wide eyes considered Aly Salinger, recognizing her as one who shared his year and house. Peri recalled that she was the Quidditch team's Keeper, and mused their different hobbies seemed to have separated them in general, though he had surely heard her name in class enough times to recall it. For a moment, she was met with only that dazed expression. It quirked with concern when she said he looked dead. Was he really that bad off...? Peri tried to sit a little straighter, supposing prefects still had a reputation to keep, though he was not much in the mood for posturing. An awkward silence stretched as he stared, dumbfounded. Then she introduced herself, tenderly tugging a flower from her bracelet, and the boy's cognizance at last caught up to him. She was being friendly and helpful, while he was squinting at her as if his head was in a fog. A tentative smile started to grow.

Cupped hands carefully collecting the gift, Pericles' expression brightened as he identified the pale petals and dark stem. "Moly," he murmured, silvery eyes meeting her light green with an Ah, I get it! gleam. "Odysseus' flower, to protect him from Circe's dark magic. That's exceptionally clever." It suited both the Grecian and Blossom themes just fine. Also a handy dandy Wiggenweld Potion ingredient, but he was becoming better at catching himself when lapsed into fact as opposed to formalities, and Peri paused to reconsider rather than spout off further flower facts to the girl he'd just met. Instead he deftly tucked it into the side of his laureate, then offered out an empty palm. "Thank you. I'm Pericles," came the mellow return, "though you can call me Peri. I think you're right, I'm parched, but d'you know where I can find something... less exciting? Water?" Perhaps there was a wider variety in the Spring section, which the young wizard regarded with a long look. It was boisterous, but then, the Underworld was not so calm as it had been at the start, either. There would be safety in numbers, and she appeared alone, so he skipped straight to an invitation: "Would you mind walking with me?"
Time to travel into the light.

Moving to the Spring section with @Aly Salinger

Arrival | Hades | Hecate | Orpheus | Hermes | Persephone | Apollo | I | II | III

As Aaron agreed to getting drinks and she hefted her homemade wine bowl, Eirian was both surprised and not by the dedicated her friend had put into her themed costume. As much as she knew Aaron very much was the type to go all in- actually doing research on Dionysus for the party was more work than she'd have thought Aaron would do.

The pair made their way to the table with the punch bowls around the other people milling about. The punch bowls contained several different coloured liquids, though they all looked and smelled much the same to her aside from colour.

"I can't decide. You choose me one. Make it a surprise," Aaron winked at Eirian, opting out making her own decision.

"I'll close my eyes until after my first sip." she added.

Eirian shook her head and laughed at her friend.

"Alright, well close them now then and I'll pick one."

She waited a moment for Aaron to comply then took the wine bowl from her. Not seeing much of a difference in the drink bowls, she picked one at random and ladeled the liquid into Aaron's bowl.

"Okay, don't spill it by not seeing anything, but here's your drink." She handed the bowl off carefully.

Following that, she turned back to the table and grabbed a glass. She filled it with punch and turned back to Aaron.

"Iechyd da!" she offered cheers to her friend then took a sip.

Interacting With: @Aaron Hastings

Action: Getting a drink/having a sip
Stats: STA 7 | EVA 8 | STR 5 | WIS 6 | ACP 7 | ACC 7

Moderation Post

The blossom ball still went according to plan, surprisingly. Despite the disarray other drinkers made while under the effect of multiple potions, the liquid of mystery still caught people's attention as if it had nothing to do with the impulsive and unusual behaviours of the Hogwarts and other school's students. Maybe some thought those were normal demeanor of witches and wizards of the wizarding world. Bring your own drink next time folks!

Forgetfulness Potion

Another round, another victim. This time, a lovely Slytherin named Eirian Blake sipped the seemingly ordinary drink. Shortly after, she will feel confused, disoriented, maybe forget her reason why she was there in the first place.

You are forgetful. You will not be able to remember nor cast any spell for one round.

Essence of Insanity

Maybe if she decide to help another burning student, she doesn't have to drink the punch and pay the price. Phylicia Stanwood will be irrational at decision making right after she took a sip of the liquid.

You will have an advantage when performing an impulsive action based on fear for one round.

No effect

Another lucky people. The drink will only caused Roberta Martin to be rehydrated as she chose the regular drink without additional potion. On the other hand, along Florian Yves deRoy almost going feral from the drink, but Elizabeth Isaacs stopped him from quenching himself and possibly safe him from the catastrophe.

Hot Couple and the Thirdwheel

A vengeance needed to be done. The slytherin duellist, Violet Carrington has to know that karma, indeed exist, and ready to show its face to her. The nice guy facade of the Russian boy had long gone, being replaced by a rage that was burning inside and outside his body. Running at the speed of light, he would attempt to hug his date, not in loving way, but to spread the fire on her dress while Violet will cast flipendo.

Rodion's Accuracy 16+5 = 21 Aurora's terrible presence d100 = 15 Violet's Evasion 11+8-1 (Rodion's charm) = 18 Damage 50 + (2x10) = 70

Violet's Wisdom (wdc 9) 3+10 = 13 Violet's Accuracy 14+8-1 (Rodion's Charm) = 21 Aurora's terrible presence d100 = 67 Rodion's Evasion 18+5 = 23

Curse gone wrong
d70 = 45 = Maksim Preobrazhensky
Damage
100 + (2x10) = 120

Congratulation, dear Violet Carrington. You are now as hot as your date, maybe more than him. Unfortunately, Rodion's spiciness will end soon, and the Slytherin girl will hold the award of the sizzling fiery witch. Perhaps her rage blinded her for some reason, her spell miss and hit another student, Maksim Preobrazhensky from, Taking a damage of 120 health point. If innocent students have high chances on getting hurt while not doing anything in particular, maybe they should wear armour to the next ball.

The doom of Violet Carrington will not end right there. Aurora Ranvier, the girl without a date, seemed to have a really bad blood with the Slytherin. Their relationship was in the rough path for now, making her decide to cast Wingardium Leviosa with the intention to dip her nemesis on the drinking fountain like a tea bag.

Aurora's Wisdom (wdc 9)
5+8 = 13
Aurora's Accuracy
18+7-1 (Rodion's Charm) = 24
Violet's Evasion
11+8-1 (Rodion's Charm) = 18

Rest of the Scene

In the background, behind the fight of the lovers and the thirdwheel, people could witness a rather peculiar interaction between Erin Ryan, Vladimir Athanatos, and Santario Martin. Something about a giant eating humans, deathwitch, and the lamp were shouted from their direction. Probably those were something that happened in the spring area (go read that thread *winks*).

TRACKER

Health

Rodion Makarovich 633/700	Violet Carrington 494/600
Astoria Swann 360/500	Maksim Preobrazhensky 580/700

Summary

@Eirian Blake is under the forgetfulness potion for one round
Phylicia Stanwood @Bridget Collinsis under the essence of insanity for one round
Roberta Martin @Sylvain Wyltt is hydrated
@Elizabeth Isaacs saved Florian Yves deRoy from taking the drink
@Violet Carrington is now burning and flying for one round, lost 70 HP, -2 evasion, and cannot dodge while in the air.
Maksim Preobrazhensky @Ami Procoppiogot hit by flipendo and lost 120 HP

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Erin being dragged out of the ball, leaving the underworld unless prevented.

| Outfit |

Mikael stood stalk still as if he were nothing more than a statue. The blank look upon his face would have been visible lest it was for the mask that covered it. He had chosen to go as Cerebus, the guard dog of Hell. It was fitting in a way. Watching over the courtyard like a guard dog. Though, he had little intention to step in and help if something were to go awry. His trials had been completed and put behind himself. Leaving him little reason to continue attending this awkward display of posturing mixed with hormones. It made little sense why anyone would willingly attend such a ball.

Though, it was not like he could complain too much. He himself had decided to partake in the festivities. As much as he despised the thought. Mikael refused to deny the part of him that wished he could vanish in the shadows that cast the room. To be so hidden that he would be sucked up within the wall he was leaned up against. Though, he hardly doubted he was as well hidden as he would have liked. His mask glinted in the darkness as the light caught against the metallic service. A lighthouse's beacon in the vast darkness that threatened to overtake it. A small glimmer of hope that could very well be snuffed out in a matter of seconds.

Mikael crossed his arms together in an attempt to feel a bit more comfortable in his current position. He could have sat down. In truth, he probably should.

'STOP THEM!'

The boy's gaze whipped to the side as he heard shouting. Specifically, in Russian. "Yefim?" he muttered softly to himself. A frown growing on his usually blank facial expression.

”MIK! NIFF!”

Something was wrong, and it would seem that his friend wanted him and Valentin to take care of things. Mikael pushed himself upright walking away from the wall to get a better look at the situation at hand. A girl was being dragged out of the ball as she shouted and caterwauled every bit of the way. The boy froze in indecision as recognition slowly dawned on him. His gaze narrowed before he gritted his teeth together. This girl....the same one who had disgraced his dear Yefim only months ago. Why would Yefim care what happened to her? He hardly doubted anything truly bad would happen to her. Nothing that she wouldn't deserve in any way. Though the boy's shouting had seemed quite urgent with his need to stop the situation. Mikael had little clue as to what changed between the two. Though, it seemed that the change had been great enough to warrant a need to step in and stop this situation.

"I would like to make it clear that I am not stepping in to help you because I like you." he said out loud as he stepped in front of the two. His face was hidden behind his mask. Though, his tone was rigid with increasing tension. "I am simply doing this for Yefim. Please unhand the brute of a girl." he said his accent thick as he pulled out his wand to point at the two. The things he did for his Yefim.

Russian [Default] | Norwegian | English

Lovely Creature ⋅ Terrible Presence

| Sta 8 | Eva 8 | Str 8 | Wis 3 | Arc 4 | Acc 9 |

Interacting with: @Vladimir Athanatos, @Erin Ryan
Mentioning: @Flash Holmwood [Yefim], @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood [Valentin]

Interacting with: @Vladimir Athanatos, @Erin Ryan
Mentioning: @Flash Holmwood [Yefim] @Percival Rainwood [Mikael]

Interacting| @Vladimir Athanatos | Mikael (@Percival Rainwood)
Mentions| @Erin Ryan | Valentin (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)
Attire - Medusa
Action| Still attempting to leave the Underworld with Vladimir and Erin unless physically stopped.
My trunk has Year 3 stats these are year 2:
Stamina : 8 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 8 | Arcane Power : 9 | Accuracy : 8