Fall Games Quidditch: Gryffindor v Slytherin

Percival was beginning to doubt that he would ever be warm again. While the cold had stopped bothering him as much as it had first. Small shivers continued to rack his body every could of seconds. The boy looked up towards the sky. Making out the shapes of the players whizzing by. Percival refused to lose hope for his teammates. They hadn't lost yet. All they needed now was to catch the snitch, and the game would be over with.

Action: Sitting on bench and cheering

Stats:

Reducio

Abilities: Foulplay and Lovely Creature

Broom: Moontrimmer [+3 to two separate stats, +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack, twink broom]

Stats: | Stamina 6 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Evasion 6 | Strength 8 | Wisdom 5 | Arcane Power 8 | Accuracy 7 [+3 Moontrimmer] |

Even though Pierre was a little too hysteric and wild for his liking in a situation he himself found stressful, in a way it also motivated and cheered him up so he would not let it be noticed. Though he would sometimes grip the stick of his broom tighter whenever the other Gryffindor began to jump wildly or do other hazardous stuff, as the fourth year would momentarily fear to just fail because of such a thing. The boy however was pleased with the recent results; they were still behind by a lot of course but nonetheless they seemed to be catching up a little resulting in this not being too much of a misery. Alan was exciting, blood pumping through his veins. "Let's go!" He hoped that Pierre would get a little calmer but he would feel bad to point out such a thing especially as he has not been doing any harm yet. It just made Alan a little nervous and disrupted his focus if he constantly had someone yell in his ears. He shook off those thoughts as he focused on the game again, a determined face and excitedly sparkling eyes.

Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Action: Doing as Strategized
Health: 1400/1400

Moderation Guide

Reducio

Stats: Sta: 11 (14) | Eva: 11 (14) | Str: 2 (5) | Wis: 5 (8) | AP: 11 (14) | Acc: 5 (8)
Abilities: Calming Presence (→ Gryffindor), Lovely Creature (& Metamorph)
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to every stat)

INTERACTING WITH: @Anastasia Beckett
MENTIONING: @Rafael D'Spacito and the game in general

Silver streaks of rain continued to pelt relentlessly down to meet the blur of the green pitch below. The match wouldn't be able to go on for much longer. Of that, Evelynn was certain. Nevermind that through the efforts of the wind and rain together, she could barely feel her hands any longer; she could not remain ignorant of the state of her team. Although she spared few enough of them in her effort to remain fixed upon the evanescent snitch, every glance about the stadium brought with it an increasing difficulty to pinpoint any of her own teammates.

And yet, there seemed to be no shortage of Slytherin uniforms. The difference between their offensive abilities was staggering. Wasn't there a parable about the lion and the snake? Even if she didn't take the moment to actually take stock of who remained upon their brooms—not that she was likely to be able to do that successfully in this weather anyway—Evelynn had little doubt in her mind that while the numbers of her own team were dwindling, each member excised almost surgically like an unwanted nuisance, they'd delivered nothing in return.

The pounding in her head redoubled. All the more so as her Captain's words—“Merlin, Eve, stop messing around and catch that damned snitch!”—flitted through the wind and rain like a spiteful arrow to pierce her pride. She was trying. Yet again, the corners of her eyes pricked painfully at the reminder of her current failings. Far more painful than any of the blows she had thus far sustained, the fear of potentially letting down her entire team in a situation becoming increasingly dire in the mounting sum of their sacrifices ate at her resolve. She was trying. This was her first game, she rationalized. In torrential weather, attempting to find a stupid little ball of gold that even the senior Slytherin seeker seemed not even to have found yet given that he wasn't neck and neck with her and her ride in its pursuit. Nevermind the fact that the difference in difficulty of this already impossible task was exponential when the broom was controlled by someone else. She was trying.

What did D'Spacito have to show for any of his efforts, anyway? A few fruitless penalty laps with nothing to show for it. Perhaps if he had stopped "messing around", they might have a few more points to show for it. Blood boiled beneath her flesh, serving well to distract her from the icy grasp of the waters. She wanted to shout at him. To snap back. To dive her hand for the thin carved wand secreted away within the inside lining of her boot and pelt him with a well-aimed hex. Perhaps she'd remind him after the game of the last time he'd sought to cross her beneath the bleachers.

As much of a wounding as he'd given her pride, however, D'Spacito had done well—intentionally or otherwise—to incite her ire and clear her mind of the self-pity and worry clouding it. She'd prove him wrong. She would always prove him wrong. Never would she allow there to be a question as to who between the two of them was the better flyer or the better player. It wasn't his points weren't going to win them this game.

Brows creasing in concentration, Evelynn set her slate gaze back against the deluge to hone in on what would be the golden conquest of her debut. She leaned in against Beckett, arms tightening about the girl's middle in an effort to minimize any additional drag, ready to flatten at a moment's notice. All for the better as a sudden burst of speed from Beckett skipped them ahead. The heavy thuds sounding in succession from behind the pair revealed the reason for the acceleration, and they weren't going to be received in vain.

"Faster," Evelynn urged.

Action: Doing as strategized

Statistics: ‎ ‏‏‎‎ ‎ STA | 7 (10)‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ STR | 2‏‏‎ (5)‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ EVA | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ WIS | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ARC | 2‏‏‎ (5) ‎ ‎ ACC | 10 (13)
Abilities: Keen Eye, Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow Riding with Ana

She spoke too soon. Her fun was over, it was time for a penalty lap. Well, at least she couldn't say that she hadn't contributed. More than anything, Alexx was very proud of herself and what she had accomplished this game. Although she couldn't contribute in this round, she wold be cheering her teammates on from afar (afar as in the sidelines, where she would be taking her penalty lap). She was also proud of herself for managing to escape the eyesight of the Flying professor, as he only figured out now what she had done, when she had been doing it all along. With a grim smirk on her face, she knew that she had achieved something.

Actions: As Strategized

Reducio

Position: Chaser

Abilities:
a1. 's Grace
a2. Sixth Sense
a3. Lovely Creature
a4. Foulplay

Statistics:
Strength: 9
Stamina: 10
Arc Power: 7
Wisdom: 5
Evasion: 9 (+3 = 12)
Accuracy: 11 (+3 = 14)

Broom:
moontrimmer
Stats: +3 to two separate stats of choice.
Effect: You have exceptional dodge. +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack.

Pierre and Alan, now sharing a broom, decide to continue Gryffindors attempts at stalling the enemy. They go up against Nico, who unfortunately for them seems like she might be getting used to their tactics and playstyles. After managing to grab onto the quaffle once, the boys lose the ball twice to the Dhampir. Is it her agility, is it the atmosphere that seems to follow her, is it both? Is it neither? Regardless, the Dhampir lines herself up for two scoring attempts.




As is expected when neither keeper is on their respective hoops, both sides manage to score without an issue. Almost. Though both Nico and The Pierre/Alan duo manage to throw the quaffle into the appropriate hoops once, the Slytherin chaser somehow manages to miss her second throw in a rather humiliating fashion. Little would anyone in the crowd know that it was a sudden feeling of terror that caused this mistake, one that washed away as soon as it arrived.




Not many individual players are left on the field, meaning that not many players can be spared to go on the offensive. Slytherin is still throwing everything they have at the opposing seeker, however, with both Erin and Cassandra hitting a bludger directly towards her and her broom mate. Gryffindor had decided to pool its resources into defense just in time though, and both Scarlett and the Rafa/Kyle duo swoop in to deflect the bludgers. Unfortunately, both miss and are hit, sending Scarlett down towards the hard ground.




There was no end in sight for this game, at least not for Dan. Despite the fact that he still couldn't even get a glimpse of the snitch, his opponent wasn't doing too much better. Evelynn had spotted the little golden ball, sure, but it kept slipping out of her grasp at the last moment.





Slytherin: 90
Gryffindor: 50

Players have until December 5th at 5pm EST to post

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October 23rd

So it looked like Slytherin was still winning. They could still take back the victory though, if Evelynn managed to get the snitch. Wincing, Scarlett moved over to defend Beckett as part of the 'strategy' though it made her want to hurl. Maybe if she got knocked out, she wouldn't have to follow the-

Be careful what you wish for. Scarlett got hit by some unknown Beater and felt a crumpling pain in her side as she blacked out from the pure agony of a metal ball hitting her in the ribs. And so she fell towards the ground, just like in SWAG the other month. Why did the ground have to be so hard? Thankfully, she slipped in unconsciousness just as she slammed into the pitch.

Reducio

Action Doing as strategized
Broom School broom
Abilities Prodigal Charms Leaner, Fearless
Stats Stamina | 7 | Evasion | 5 | Strength | 6 | Wisdom | 6 | Arcane Power | 9 | Accuracy | 7

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@Alan Vanes, @Rafael D'Spacito & @Evelynn Decipio

So, Alan wasn't quite a huge fan of the boy's overbearing excitement. That being said, perhaps the energy was helping them both perform a little bit better. Letting Alan take control with the first grab and score, Piérre then attempted to play the bread winner, but with stiff fingers, as Piérre grabbed for the ball, an unnervingly chilly wind bit through his clothing, and instead of clutching the leather to his chest, the ball ricochet off of his fingertips, being caught instead by the other competing Chaser. However, Piérre would watch as the ball went awry and bounced off the ring itself. The boys would be unable to catch the ball again, and another ten points and a tie would go up for the round.

Blowing into his hands, Piérre shrugged. "Sorry. It's a little cold... I'll do better next time, I promise!"

Watching the rest of the action, Piérre saw the Snitch dance in Evelynn's fingertips... it was in, no it was out... IN INNNNN!!! SHE HAD IT, SHE GOT THE SNI-

The golden orb was off again. And somehow Dan the opposing Seeker still hadn't spotted it yet! It was a long whistle moment if Piérre had ever seen one. "Shoulda given her a caveat for that. Got it fair and square, huh Alan?" Piérre murmured to his host, exasperation barely building inside. Rafa couldn't have been happy, and by his face, Piérre knew that he was more than miffed. "Captain! It's okay! We still got a huge shot! Just tell us what to do. I believe in you! I believe in you all!"

Scarlett went down, and Piérre squeezed Alan's biceps harder, his thin fingers seeking protection and stability from the elder rider. Nobody had come after them this round... but that was probably only because most of the team had been off on a penalty lap. Now the team was coming back, and if Piérre knew anything about the Snake-Lion rivalry, blood was going to be shed. Now Piérre had two fellows to visit in the infirmary when the game was over...

He was desperate to ensure that a third would not join them... especially not he or Alan.

"Here we go, Al! This'll be the last round, trusty player number thirteen can feel it." And the Britalian focused once again on the scene, eager for the next action that was sure to not only thrill the players, but the crowd as well. Piérre was an entertainer. He would entertain to the best of his ability.

Doing as Strategized

Statistics, Abilities, & Broom

Reducio

Stamina 3 | Strength 3 | Evasion 10
Wisdom 10 | Accuracy 10 | ArcPower 5

Keen Eye
10% Chance to Spot Snitch or 25% Chance to Spot something important
Calming Presence
10% Auto-Hit rate Ally: Team GRYFFINDOR!

Broom-- Moontrimmer (Luciana); +3 to two stats (Gryffindor Locker Room), 10% Auto-Dodge rate
Sharing a broom with Alan to become Alanérre!

@Griseldis Edelhardt was already grounded, an early casualty to this war. With the fall of @Scarlett Aden, the second string beater, only @Kyle DeRook remained. He would be the final stalwart defense between Erin and her quarry, @Evelynn Decipio. She wondered if he would defend her again, their precious queen. The entire team had come to her defense at the expense of themselves. It was an impressive display of teamwork and perhaps foolhardy heroics. She doubted Slytherin would do the same for @Dan Palmer. It was to an extend eviable, their sense of self-destructive loyalty. It might just be their downfall, their numbers had dwindled as they refused to put their friends to rest. They might be wearing red jackets but they were honey badgers deep down.

Without a another back-up beater, she would look to Kyle. The last of his kind. He was sharing a broom with @Rafael D'Spacito, together they made a powerhouse team. Problematic if they were able to afford breaking away from Eve, they were the only duo that had any chance of taking her down. She gave them a half smile, she honestly wanted them to try. That would prevent them from protecting Eve, that would prevent them from returning Kyle to his own broom. Their superior action economy was the only thing keeping them in the game as the snitch perpetually outpaced Eve. Eventually she would catch that snitch and hold it in her hands, it was just a matter of time. Of course it was a gamble letting Erin live, every round, it was a guarantee that another one of them would be knocked from their broom. A guarantee that another would meet the earth. It was a war of attrition at this point.

One... by one...

She was concerned about @Alan Vanes, the only one that she could not one shot. He could not defend Eve and he already had Pierre on his broom. A save would be difficult, perhaps even unlikely unless they had a bluebottle or some sort of skillset she was unfamiliar with that would allow her to consolidate the fallen. For the last two rounds Alan had went for the snitch with @Piérre Marchonné, it was one of the reasons their team might not win on Quaffle grabs alone. The present score was 90 Slytherin, 50 Gryffindor and in no small part they had Alan to thank for that. If they had not done this it would have likely been 120 to 30, this next round 150 to 30. Even if Eve got the snitch this round, they would have won by a n arrow margin that would be lost the round thereafter. Of course the question now was, could they spare them with their limited action economy on a quaffle grab or were they going to put everything into this final attempt to grab the snitch?

Eve and @Anastasia Beckett share one broom. They can only try to get the snitch, try again and see if they can grab that wiley device, hiding behind the wall of flesh that is Kyle or they could risk it all and spiral dive after the snitch, foregoing all defense in hopes of a victory. In truth, Gryffindors were known for their recklessness but this team was playing it safe... playing it smart. Most would have taken the bait and went for the part Veela, wasting an action as they attempted to take out an admittedly obvious threat but not their priority at the time. Others also would have failed to consider the need to grab those quaffles these last rounds, Alan was a durable young man but he was also nimble and good at outfoxing the snakes on the field.

There was no way she could guess what they were going to do.

She would look to Palmer, wondering if again he would ask her to target Eve. She wondered if he would rather have her target Alan, the wall of beefy manliness (if you look at his stats) in a stickman shaped package so that he was a lesser threat for the rest of the team if they needed to take him out. He was of course still looking for the snitch that Eve was actively pursuing, that little glint of gold always just outside the periphery of his vision. They might need to invest in glasses for their Seeker in future games. The others were back from their lap of shame, they had a full roster but in truth it might be too late. If Eve gets that snitch, game over but this had been the scenario for quite some time. Fate seemed to have other plans.

Were they going to take the cautious approach or were they going to go for the gold? What was Dan going to do about it?

Stats
Stamina: 8 (+3 silver arrow) = 11
Evasion: 10 (+3 silver arrow) = 13
Strength: 15 (+3 silver arrow) = 18
Wisdom: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Arcane Power: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Accuracy: 7 (+3 silver arrow) = 10

Broom: Silver Arrow +3 all stats, twink broom.

Abilities:
Part Veela:
Alluring 10% chance that an attack against her will target an unintended target.
Scream: N/a
Fearless: Immune to fear effects.
Evasive Maneuvers: 10% auto dodge.

Action: Whatever Dan says.

OCC: Yes, the post is meant to stress out both teams.

This, undoubtedly, was the most frustrating thing Dan had ever done. Dan had played battle royale games. Dan had played Call of Duty online with the sweatiest nerds he had ever seen. He'd taught many noobs how to play Smite and Magic the Gathering. He'd gone through every game in the Dark Souls series, Bloodborne, AND Sekiro. And THIS. The frustration of this game of Quidditch outstripped them all.

"This is a crock'a shite!! Where's the damn golden ball, fer fecks sake?!"

This game was becoming cartoonishly ridiculous. One Seeker couldn't find the snitch to end it, and one seeker couldn't catch the snitch to end And, of course, Kyle was still here too. Bleeding Gryffindors were getting outwitted by Dan again and again ad nauseum, but were STILL here.

"How'r the lotta ye toothless kittens so damn lucky?? Ye givin' de gods a little sum'n sum'n under de table, are ye? Bloody shower'a gobshites, ye are!!"

Dan was irritated at EVERYTHING now. The Gryffindor team, the fact that Evellyn wouldn't FALL OFF LIKE SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO, all of this rain that would all but guarantee that both teams would all get colds; was there honestly no magic forcefield or something they could put over the quidditch pitch when it rains or snows?

Dan focused his attention back onto finding the snitch. Not that he was going to, not with all the happy endings the Gryffindor team was giving the Quidditch gods. But he was going to try anyway.

Actions: Whinging (free action)
Doing as strategized