Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball Event Fin

Interacting with: @Lucille Williams @Jo Morgan and Mosp #22

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This thread is being temporarily closed, as a spell that failed in the mod post should have actually succeeded. This will be edited as soon as possible by the moderation team. I am locking this for now, just to prevent people from posting reacting incorrectly to it. It should be opened later today. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

MODERATION ANNOUNCEMENT
Post has been edited by Lydia, please re-read the new setting and continue. As you were, kiddos. Except now... it's snowing. Good luck.

Moderation Announcement --- Professors
Starting today, Professors may now enter the Blossom Ball through any of the three threads of your choice. Same rules apply as students - you can only be in one location at a time. You can enter the event through any.

However, please note that those entering this round can only be looking around, observing the chaos, and I guess freaking out. Talking is a free action, of course, so scream your soul out if you wish to. You cannot make any actions this round other than to observe.

Any professors entering starting next round or after, you will be able to take your actions as normal. It is only this round that is limited to looking around.

To Everyone Else: As warned, professors will now be able to enter. This may or may not affect your IC decisions.

The spell didn't work - dammit. This was the one time when that charm would be useful. Why did he have to waste all of his luck on making Jake's nightlight super small or turning Freddie into a giant monster? Just as he was kicking himself for his failure, Adonis ran out and punched the bug. It fell over dead. Well, that settled things nicely. George was happy that he could always rely on the bravery of bold idiots when he needed it most. Unfortunately, his greatest allies could also be his worst enemies. The chill of snowflakes hitting his back made the boy shiver, his kilt providing very little coverage from the accumulating chill of the snowflake spell. God, it was like his legs were turning into icicles!

The banshee @Grace Mint was still screaming about how they were going to die, although she seemed to stop as she realized that the threat to her had been dealt with. George couldn't help but throw in his two cents about it, however. "Nobody's going to die, stop your shrieking or I'll release those bludgers! Then you'll have something to cry over!"

He wouldn't do that, of course, but if the girl wasn't going to shut up on her own, he'd need to give her a reason. Besides, it helped to get a little revenge on her for that slap earlier. The little Ravenclaw cast a spell on the mosp that was trying to go for Jo - it seemed that he mosps were very interested in enforcing the 'no girls' rules of the Changing Room, something George could appreciate, although their murderous methods were beyond what even he would resort to.

In another instance of the bravery of bold idiots, Jack Warren threw a bolt of fire in the direction of the mosp that was peacefully pollinating the flowers that Alan had summoned to save George from a horrible double mosp sting. That thing was definitely going to be angry now. Thankfully, George was also native to Scotland, and relatively unbothered by the cold - unbothered enough that he had the presence of mind to try and cast another spell to help out his friend. He was sure Jack could beat this one in a fistfight - but a little extra help never hurt. The same move, one more time. He took aim with his cherry wood wand.

"Reducio!" he said, aiming for the mosp. "Smush that bug, Jack!"

Action: casting reducio on mosp #19.

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Zykeal would enter the changing area from the quidditch pitch, casually walking with one hand in his pocket and the other was twirling the ivory-colored aspen wand like a drumstick. Golden hues flicked across the scene, chaos, that seemed to have flooded into this area as well. A roll of his eyes was given as he heard the screams of the other students, figuring the mosps to be distracted by the others and their actions within the room, he walked slowly over to where he stowed his belongings and began to fetch them.

Passing by a few of the ones who were taking action against the threat at hand, he watched their spellwork and judged them on it accordingly. Zykeal was always curious about watching the movements of others wands, the type of wands that they used, and the spells that they went to in certain situations. Unfortunately, Zykeal had an air of stoicism about him that led him to not care much about those around him unless they clawed at his personality like his previous date of the ball had done. Regardless, he'd rather not interact with his fellow students at the time being, thinking of he didn't bother the mosps, they'd continue to harass the other students who were trying to harm them.

Having to stop the twirling of his wand to collect his possessions, he'd tuck it between his teeth and collect his bag from the area he had stowed it, deciding not to change in the midst of the chaos and just wait till he got back into his dorm room. After he collected them, he turned and let himself lean back against the lockers, after having pulled his back across his shoulder and letting it rest behind him to give him support against the hard lockers. The wand was then fetched from between his teeth and he allowed himself to keep it steady by his side as he waited for another attack from the mosps on the students so he could clearly exit the area without any objections from the beasts.

Action: Collecting his possessions and waiting for a clear path to leave.
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 2 | Strength: 7 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 5

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Right as the third year had mentioned to the other students not to use any fire spells in such a closed and narrow area since everything could burn down if the spell were to miss, he could see the fire conjuration be cast by a boy. He would follow the stream of flames anxiously with his gaze and watched in terror as it engulfed a mosp. The giant insect let out a screech of what he could only describe as immense pain and in terror he watched the flames eat away at the delicate wings as the screech died with its perpetrator.

He watched the snow fall around them and in any other moment it could have been amusing that it was snowing within a room, but the situation was no laughing matter at all. His gaze flickered to Jack and Jake when the latter had been commanded to go and look for a professor, more specifically Caradoc Browne but something told him he would rather Jake stayed. Jorah, if he remembered had mentioned outside was no better with the mosps, if not worse and he was sure that Jake was in no capable of protecting himself at the moment. So he would just hope that the little badger stayed where he was before he collapsed at the attempt to stand up from the bench he was seated on.

His previous attempt was no good, but he would have to try again and hope for the best. He really hoped that he would not have to see more mosps die, but he also understood the situation to be one of self defense. They had to do something and try to stay safe from those stingers. It was then when it hit him and it was a very tricky move as he had no idea whether it worked; after all his last attempt to trick the situation backfired and made the ground all slippery and the room all cold.

"Spongify!"

He would attempt to cast, aiming to hit the stinger of the mosp that he had previously distracted to sniff the bouquet of flowers. While he was aiming to hit the stinger, he was happy if the spell just hit the mosp somewhere.

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@Alan Vanes @Jack Warren

Jake's head turned up towards Alan. He continued to tremble, trying to find words. "I-it's...i-it's," the boy sniffled, his voice shrill and small. He was crouched down, huddled upon himself...still rocking. The tears wouldn't stop. The panic wouldn't stop. "I-I dunno, h-he's..."

There were no words. How could he say when he didn't know? It was something bad. He was sure it was. He hadn't known at first. It tried to help him. It wanted to save him. But it wasn't a nice voice. It didn't sound nice. He could feel it when it spoke to him. It wasn't kind, or warm...it was cold and distant and Jake didn't think it liked him very much. But he wouldn't have been so scared, if it hadn't been for the dreams.

The dreams were the real reason he knew. Because what the voice wasn't in the day, it became in fantasy when night-time fell. And it was that dream monster he saw now in his mind...that dream monster that was gonna come for him. "Someone bad," he said. His tear-stained eyes stared up at Alan, begging the older boy to believe him. "Someone bad." And while his words were not specific, there was a frightening certainty inside of the tiny Hufflepuff's eyes.

And then Jack. The senior member of the Scamander Squad was looking right at him. Make a run for it he said, and his voice was stern. He had to inform Caradoc, the voice said. It was his 'in charge' voice, and the directness of it made the little boy take notice through his tears. It was the type of voice that got Jake's attention. Always did. "M-me?" Jake squeaked in reply, his head poking out around George, drifting towards the door. Jack wanted him to run...but he couldn't! He couldn't move. How could he...

There was a screech then that would haunt his dreams, and a thud. Jake was hunched back up, his eyes squeezed shut again. He didn't see what it was. Jack's words repeated, over and over inside his head. Run. Run he said. But HOW?

The boy inched his way out from behind the safety of George. Stared at the door again. He wanted to be stopped. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to be alone. But they needed him. And the last time...with the fire...George had yelled at him then. Go get a professor he had said, just like Jack said now. And Jake had failed. And then Jack....the things that had happened to him...

Jake wrapped his arms around his body, as the room grew colder. The memories of that night were flooding in. Getting his attention through his terror. They needed him. Jack and George. Alan too. But it wasn't safe out there. He knew it wasn't. And he needed them too.

He spied the body now, that had fallen on the floor. Jake covered his eyes, refusing to look at the fallen creature, trying to get the courage to move. To stand. When we're done here, Jack had said...but they weren't. There were still creatures buzzing. Unless he could make it past them....Unless he could run now...charge away as fast as he could go...run out the pitch and back to the castle...run to Caradoc...get help. Maybe there was time. Maybe. He could be fast when he wanted. But what if the something got him first? Jake was breathing faster now, feeling light-headed, breaths in and out, his chest puffing. He barely heard George and his call for violence. It all faded into the din. He stared down at his legs and tried to find the courage to move them but was frozen in place, his heart pounding.

But still he stared at the door.

Action: Inch his way out from behind George, try to gather his courage, get ready to run (Maybe).

Open to Interactions | @Jack Warren @Adonis Thorn

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, Jorah!" Jorah heard Jack call out to him after he missed his first swing against the mosp. Though he was fighting for his life, a wave of embarrassment washed over the young beater. Not only had he let out a blood curdling scream, but he had completely missed his first attack. He wouldn't miss again. Jorah regained his composure and successfully smashed his club into the flying mosp. The blow sent the mosp crashing into the other side of the room. It was still alive, but only just barely. "Ha, how's that Jack!" Jorah hoped his victory against the mosp would score him some cool points with the Hufflepuff prefect.

Jorah readied himself to finish off the creature when he saw Adonis cast another flame spell. The fiery incantation was too much for the wounded creature to bear as it succumbed to its wounds and died. "Nice one Adonis!", Jorah called out the mosp conqueror. Jorah recalled a line from an old muggle movie with Vin Diesel. Jorah pointed to the mosp carcass with the end of his bat, and told Adonis, "You keep what you kill." The battle was turning in favor of the students, but it wasn't over yet. Jorah gripped his club tight and went in for another attack swing against the nearest mosp.

Action: Attacking mosp #19 with club

As the flames erupted from the tip of his wand, Adonis prayed and hoped that it would land as if everything was move slowly for him in that quick moment. Until it wasn't. Jorah's punch and then his Incendio at the end killed off the mosp as it filled their room with a screech until landing on the floor with a thud as it was now dead. A wide confident grin spread across his face out of pride for himself upon killing the mosp. "Thanks! You too." He said proudly and now moved on to look around the room at all the other current fights going on. There was a lot of chaos and spells being casted left and right all about the room. It was quite exciting to be in the middle of all of this, fighting side by side with other students to protect themselves and the people they might've held dear to them. Adonis had no one that he did that was currently in the changing rooms, instead he was there to help protect the others and for his own survival along with that of others.

"Keep what I kill, eh? Guess so. Gotta have a remembrance of the kill somehow." Adonis said in response to Jorah with a shrug, grabbing a hold of the mosp carcass with his free hand while his other held his wand. Seeing as Jorah went to go attack yet another mosp, Adonis was right beside him in quickly making his way over to it. Once again, he made a leaf-like movement with his wand and shouted, "Incendio!" in hopes to successfully light this mosp on fire as well and perhaps even kill another. He ignored the third year Gryffindor's words, only focusing on his survival and that of others through the means of offense. The Slytherin wasn't here to trick his way out of there, he was there to help fight against these mosps that were coming after them and help in saving the other students instead.

Action: Attempting to cast Incendio at Mosp #19.

Interacting with: @Jorah Moussa & Mosp #19
Mentions @Alan Vanes

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