Midspring Celebration
It only seemed to be a few seconds that River stood alone, part of her wanted to follow Florian, to go and see if he was doing well, yet the other part of her wanted to leave him alone. He had seemed.... Upset about not being the Champion.writing as iNPC River Fayre.
As she stood there, sort of panicking at being alone in such a huge hoard of people.
And then a boy walked up, by the looks of him he had no ball date, or else if he did they had left for some reason. Soon she learned that he had indeed come alone. "Bonjour monsieur, je m’appelle River Fayre, de Beauxbatons." She said in French, and then flipping from her mother tongue to English she Translated for the boy. "Hello Monsieur mister, My name is River Fayre, of Beauxbatons." She smiled, "Mon rendez-vous était là, mais il est parti pour la Torch Tag"My date was there, but he left for the Torch Tag this time she did not translate, mostly because she had forgotten to, if the boy did know French, or at least could not keep up with her fast paced French he might have been able to catch on to the two words she had said in English, Torch Tag.
She smiled, it all was very flattering. "Merci thank you, Your outfit is nice too. No, my friend did it for me, her Mama est une is ahair dresser you see, so she know how to do lots of pretty things." For no reason at all she had flipped back to English, this was something she did often, sometimes it was only little words that she would flip back and forth with, other times it would be sentences.
"It is very nice to be in your presence Monsieur Wheatley." She smiled once again.
(wc 304)
@Marcel Wheatley
Closed to any other interactions unless their with Florian or Marcel.
WHAT IF I FALL? OH, MY DARLING
WHAT IF YOU FLY?
WHAT IF YOU FLY?
Midspring Celebration
 =========================== |  Well, at the very least she is not wearing a blanket like a toga or an oversized, cinched shirt. She was wearing white of all colors, probably one of the worst options to wear to a ball. The smoke, grass and blood stains alone were a sufficient reason to choose something else entirely. If nothing else, Erin cleaned up well. A gold-colored bangle on her left wrist and a pair of diamond stud earrings that were nearly invisible gave the part Veela a rather understated presence in comparison to some of the more elaborate choices in attire some of the other girls donned. She felt tall at the very least, wearing a pair of wheat-colored wedges that added four inches to her already appreciable five foot five frame. She was thing, but she did not appear sickly. Her long, blonde hair was simply pulled back from her face, wisps of unruly strands of hair would frame a seemingly clean face. Little did she know and little had she prepared herself for a food fight that would be taking place on the first and potentially only ball that she bothered to clean herself up for. Balls such as the Blossom Ball are known for their chaos and she would not miss the disaster for the world. |
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Mentions: @Serena Towers & @Bloom Silverton
Interacts with: Yefim Rumyantsev - iNPC played by @Flash Holmwood & @Howard White
Interacts with: Yefim Rumyantsev - iNPC played by @Flash Holmwood & @Howard White
A helpful nearby student generously offered by the moderator since Yefim's allies obviously secretly hate him towards her incendiary potential paramour. She expected a cleaner-looking lad than the one that was offered - overed in food, blood and flames as well as the age-old conclusion every dame comes to when they see Mr. Right-now.I can change him.
And oh she tried right away. First and foremost, she was not a pyrophilliac as off-brand as it might have seem. No, she needed to get rid of that troublesome fire, it seemed like Yefim was unbothered by the fire because he was not trying to extinguish himself and his friends seemed indifferent to his peril as well, just another Saturday night to them it would appear. She would try to extinguish him, the Extinguishing Charm was a simple enough charm to manage even for her. "Extinguo," she would announce with a flourish of her wand to see the flames recede and then... reignite? The dumbfounded blonde would look down at her wand in pure befuddlement. How... What? Shit!
Was she about to try to make-out with the human torch? Okay, maybe. Let's try this thing again. Two hands this time. Large, exaggerated movements of the wand in her shared grip she tried a second time. "Extinguo!" She shouted a second time as she attempted to quell the flames in the midst of a melee she was not able to wrap her mind around. Not that she was dressed for a fight, a short white dress, at least she was armed with a pair of heels as Howard went in for the attack.
One action per round so there was no recourse for her just yet as she tried to recover the flaming youth in an act of utter futility. Yet she would see frenzy of action as students entered the melee. Her predatory instinct kicked in, fight or flight -- she was a fighter.
Action: She casts Extinguo at Yefim.
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Just a trick of the lighting they said...
Midspring Celebration
Mentions @Galton Lansdale, @Erin Ryan, @Jürgen Hess @Hugh Lowe, @Howard White and Yefim (@Flash Holmwood)
Somehow, Serena had managed to get through the firewalking event alive. It was definitely not as bad as being trapped in rooms with an actual fire, which had happened far too often that it was basically a joke now. She returned to the celebration, not waiting up for the others. Her attention was now drawn back to Pizza Rat, and the fact that she had left her rat with Erin Ryan.
Her gaze quickly searched the room, looking for her or Hugh or any familiar face, really. Spotting Hugh was a lot easier than finding Erin, that was for sure. His height was a bit of a giveaway. Unfortunately, what caught her eye before she spotted Erin was the fact that everything was chaotic. For the love of Bodrig, what happened here...? She found Erin... near someone on fire- Wha- Howard.
Serena's eyes widened, the panic instantly surging through her as she noticed Howard right next to the Durmstrang kid. What th- She had no idea what was going on- but she broke into a sprint, running through the crowd till she got nearby. Her expression bore a confused clueless panicked expression, as she tried to figure out what was going on. Everything was so chaotic. What was happening? It looked like a fight broke out but she had just arrived and she could not even tell who was fighting who - or more importantly, why. First, she needed to make sure Howard was okay. After that, she could check on Erin and Pizza Rat - and then maybe this kid on fire, though she did recognise him as one of the few people she actually despised. Panting, she reached Howard's side as soon as she could.
What in Bodrig's name was going on?!?! This was supposed to be the one nice ball they had! It was great - Howard had been named champion when she left and she was so happy. It seemed like that was in vain.
ACTION: Returning from the Firewalking, confused as heck as to what's going on
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 13 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster
Fifth-Year Armour: +10% auto-dodge on attacks [=20% auto-dodge overall]
PC: Serena Towers | iNPC: Arjan Oberoi | Other: Hjørdis Jensen & Xiomara Torres
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15
Part-Goblin | Evasive Maneuvers | Beastmaster | Paragon of Health
Sta: 10 | Eva: 17 | Str: 3 | Wis: 15 | Arc Power: 10 | Acc: 15
Midspring Celebration
Keen Eye / Lovely Creature / Healing Sage
Mentioning | Yefim Rumyantsev (Flash Holmwood)
English | British Sign Language | Arabic
Only open to existing or planned interactions=================== ===================
Rose brushed a stray lock behind her ear as he led her towards the center to dance. He asked her if she could waltz. For a moment, she looked at him, trying to process his words. She was not some kind of fancy-pants kid who went to balls growing up and always looked flawless. "I- no," she said, shaking her head. She did not know how to waltz. Then she corrected herself, not wanting so sound like she was unwilling to learn from him how to waltz. "Well, technically, I can. I'd love to learn."
He took her hand in his and she felt his hand on her back. Her posture straightened even though she didn't mean for it to. She obeyed as he told her where her hand went. She had played a game with her sisters countless times, trying to imagine what it would be like to be at a ball, with a prince. Effortlessly entering, the prince captivated by her beauty. Her brothers had gotten tired of it quickly, and she honestly didn't blame them. She would get tired of it too.
But this wasn't a game. No, this was the real thing. Rose was actually going to waltz. With an actual boy.
Rose was attentive and silent as he taught her how to waltz, the basic box step. It was something Rose did when she was trying really hard to focus. She got quiet, nodding at everything she understood. At first, her movements were a little stiff as she was trying to permanently save the dance into her brain. They eased into a steady rhythm, and Rose seemed to get it, her arms relaxing as she became comfortable with Alec and the movements. "Hey," she said, smiling. It was obvious that this was something she was happy about. "I'm waltzing." She forced herself not to glance at her feet, sharply aware of how close Alec was to her, especially in comparison to the normal respectable space between them usually.
He mentioned teaching her how to dance other ways sometime. Her eyes seemed to light up at that. "I'd love that," she said, her gentle smile not seeming to want to leave her face. He asked her how she was feeling. "Better. Thank you." Somehow, she felt relaxed around Alec. She could trust him. They talked for what felt like five minutes, but at the same time also felt like hours.
And if she ever had the pleasure of talking to Bryan again, she would tell him how great of a time she had at the ball without him.
Rose jumped a little when the Headmaster of Ilvermorny clapped, calling attention to himself. She hadn't been expecting the sudden noise, and blushed a little, letting go of Alec as they turned to watch the Headmaster announce all of the champions. None of the people he listed were people Rose knew, though she politely clapped when the people around her did.
Alec mentioned going over to help the champion who was... in rough shape. She shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind putting this on hold. Alec mentioned something about not asking him why he pitied fools who lacked brain cells. She laughed. "I'm coming with you," she said, nodding.
Alec arrived and tried to cast the healing spell on the champion in rough shape. She didn't know what in Merlin's pants the next thing that Alec said was supposed to mean, so she glanced at him, confusedShortly after Alec attempted to cast the healing spell on the Durmstrang champion, he decided to attack another student. Rose didn't know either of them, but she did know this was not a good position for anyone to be in, and they didn't need any more fighting at this ball. Out of instinct, she slipped her wand out of her pocket (she was still impressed by the fact that the dress had pockets) and pointed her wand at the Durmstrang champion. "Immobulus," she said, mostly out of instinct. She didn't think about it before she did it.
She glanced to Alec. "Maybe... maybe we should go... make flower crowns or something. This doesn't look like it's gonna stop anytime soon," she suggested. Rose doubted she could reason with the champion, seeing as he was... not small. She didn't want her or Alec to get involved physically in his tantrum. She glanced to Alec, trying to read his expression and listening for a response.
For Moderation-Action: dancing, casting the freezing charm on Yefim (@Flash Holmwood)
please please tell me if this isn't okay, or if consent should be asked for in the future, I'm not entirely experienced with modded events
Keen Eye | Lovely Creature | Healing SageAllies:
Alec, Henry K
Inventory:
Wand
Stamina- 8
Evasion- 8
Strength- 5
Wisdom- 9
ArcPower- 8
Accuracy- 7
Midspring Celebration
The battle of the twins. @Piérre Marchonné and Romeo Marchonné are at each other's necks tonight, they say sibling love is expressed in different forms and some expressed that love in the form of fighting.
Romeo proved to be the stronger twin by getting Piérre into a chokehold but will he be able to maintain that hold especially with Piérre on the verge of a breakout.
Piérre tries to break out
Piérre's Strength: [d20:9]+4=13
Romeo's Strength: [d20:16]+13 Obnoxiously Strong = 29
Romeo maintains chokehold
Piérre would again proven weaken than his twin brother, unable to break free from Romeo's chokehold but would he find a hero in his loyal feline?
Figaro attacks Romeo
Accuracy Check: [d20:16]+10=26
Evasion Check: [d20:6]+7=13, Hit
Figaro would prove his loyalty for Piérre, staying low and patient. Choosing his moment of attack. The feline would leap up and attack, finding contact with Romeo's skin leaving a mark of his loyalty for his human brother.
Spells are a common factor at hogwarts balls. @Noah Jupe decided for a change of color with @Ari Gwild hair as he flicked his wrist and aimed his wand.
Noah casts Multicorfors at Ari
WDC: 12
Wisdom Check: [d20:12]+10=22, Success
Accuracy Check: [d20:7]+7=14
Evasion Check: [d20:19]+5=24, Miss
Ari would prove to quick for Noah or he didn't want the pink of his hair changed, either way he would promptly dodge out of the way of Noah's multicorfors.
The chaos of the ball grew that night as the durmstrang grew in numbers and power. Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood) would remain the durmstrang kind when involved trouble, the newly named champion put on a essence of bravely through the flames and bleeding as he lunched himself toward @Howard White attempting to grapple the dhampir.
Yefim attempts to grapple Howard
Accuracy Check: [d20:14]+10=24
Evasion Check: [d20:18]+3=21
Terrible Presence: [d20:4] - no effect
Yefim's Strength: [d20:16]+13 Obnoxiously Strong = 29
Howard's Strength: [d20:18]+14=32, not held
Yefim manged to get Howard into an grapple but the dhampir proven himself to be stronger than the wizard. Easily breaking free from the grapple.
Yefim Rumyantsev lost his grip on the Howard White and through the flames he couldn't see Hadrian Zuheir (@Aurélie Notrésvace) stomping over with one person on his mind. Howard White. Both boys had the same intention, attack Howard but would Hadrian succeed where Yefim failed? First thing Hadrian has to do is get though Yefim, to reach Howard.
Hadrian shoves Yefim
Accuracy Check: [d20:16]+11=27
Terrible Presence: [d20:16] - no effect
Evasion Check: [d20:11]+7=18, Hit
Howard's Strength: [d20:9]+19=28
Yefim's Strength: [d20:2]+16 Obnoxiously Strong = 18, Yefim falls to the ground
Hadrian pushes through the fire dancing durmstrang sending Yefim flying for the ground and far from his target dhampir. Flames engulfed his body, eating away at his clothes and mixing with the blood dripping from his wound. There were three in the festival area who rushed to the aid of shrub yefim but would any be as active to provide aid to actual Yefim?
@Alec Mason saw the scene and might have thought himself a hero. Rushing over with a wand pulled and a spitfire of words for the ones involved. The gryffindor contained the reckless spirit of the house of lion but would he prove himself the hero that he arrived to be?
Alec casts Reparifors at Yefim
Wisdom DC: 11
Wisdom Check: [d20:1]+7=8, Crit Fail
Perhaps, Alec could find his hero moment another time. The healing spell he wanted to cast, sparked at his wand then faded harmlessly away. All heros have moments of weakness and this would be Alec's but that didn't mean gryffindor house wouldn't be the heros that day as another lion rose to the scene.
@Rose Moon emerged in the scene, looking to help and prove that she is a hero. That gryffindor house is the home of the brave and saviors. A ready wand aimed for the durmstrang king of chaos; Yefom and mind focused on the immobulus spell.
Rose casts immobulus at Yefim
Wisdom DC: 12
Wisdom Check: [d20:10]+9=19, Success
Terrible Presence: [d20:20] - Auto miss
Rose might have wanted to be the hero but one galance at Yefim Rumyantsev thought differently. The gryffindor's wand sparked and the spell formed but when she cuaght the intimidating eye of Yefim all else failed. The spell went haywire and shot off in the opposite direction than intended, slamming into the wall harmlessly.
The gryffindor house might not prove to be the heros they claim to be that night but the slytherin house would step up, coming for the aid of each other. The house of cunning might not be known for bravey like the lions but they do protect their fellow snakes.
Henry Knight would step from the gryffindor's looking to aid the durmstrang, following Loki to @Selim Faust. Snakes might be not always get along but they will always protect each other, a unsaid rule of the house.
Henry aimed his wand and knew the exact counter spell to use to unfreeze Selim.
Henry casts Finite incantatum at Selim
Wisdom DC: 9
Wisdom Check: [d20:9]+11=20, Success
Sparks spiraled around Selim. A moment then the slytherin would find his limbs to loosen up and regain movement. Now, no longer frozen and in company of a fellow snake, what should the two do? Seek to heal the injured or look for renege for Selim?
Greta Fransson (@Evelynn would switch from offense to defense as she aimed her wand to attempt casting the general counter charm at both Yefim Rumyantsev and Theodore Duncan (@Opeila Winters)
Greta spellspreads finite incantatum
Wisdom DC: 9 (+2) - spell spread
Wisdom Check: [d20:10]+10=20, Success
Greta's wand would not fail her. The spell split, one hitting Theodore and unfreezing him while another hit Yefim and did nothing... the Durmstrang still bleeding and on fire will he find any aid that day?
Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama) would seek to avenge his friends after a few faulty aimed the spells, the seeker isn't one to shy away from a challenge as they aimed their wand and held Mikael Halldorson (@Percival Rainwood) in a tight hug, preparing their cast.
Valentin casts immobulus at Howard
Wisdom DC: 12
Wisdom Check: [d20:20]+15=35, crit success
Calming Presence: [d20:4] - no effect
Accuracy Check: [d20:6]+11=17
Evasion Check: [d20:14]+3=17, impaired hit
Howard would try to dodge but with the chaos of the flames and unruly international students, it would provide difficult to focus on one item. The spell barely hitting the dhampir's side, his movements slowed dramatically but he wasn't entirely frozen.
Yefim would have found himself a hero in his special lady; @Erin Ryan who probably didn't want to kiss someone engulfed in flames or covered in food. The slytherin beater would aim her wand with the intention to heal or extinguish the flames for the durmstrang lad.
Erin casts extinguo at Yefim
Wisdom DC: 8
Wisdom Check: [d20:20]+13=33, crit success
The flames would flick away within seconds of Erin's spell, leaving Yefim covered in food and bleeding but still very kissable....
Damage Taken/Spell Effects
@Levi Drakos is disarmed.
@Howard White movements are slowed by the impaired hit immobulus until spell is countered
@Selim Faust is no longer affected by Immobulus.
Theodore Duncan (@Opeila Winters) is not longer affected by Immobulus.
Romeo Marchonné (@Piérre Marchonné) loses 25 from Figaro (875/900)
Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood), -25 per round until stopped. (115/800 Health)
For Consideration
~ The modposts are weekly, once a week meaning the next is on May 14th. Moderation will continue into the night, enjoy the event and spend time with friends dancing in the great hall.
~ If you signed up for a game, you may return to the ball now (the games were very short, depict this how you like.)
~ It is an action to go to the Festival area. Lighting your magical candle is a free action.
~ if you want to be healed/help at/have quiet place to sit at the healing corner, please state it clearly in your actions
~ The Potluck table is destroyed but feel free to have your character arrive with a dish for the table or react to seeing the table destroyed
~ You must be registered in index to take actions that require stats. You cannot cast any spells that are not in your trunk.
Last edited by Henry Knight on 14 May 2022, 19:58, edited 3 times in total.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
Midspring Celebration
@Flash Holmwood (Yefim) | @Bloom Silverton | @Aurelia Notresvace (Hadrian) | @Aida Morsgor-Ama (Valentin) | @Serena Towers
Howard should have just kept walking. Though it was disgusting and degrading to be spit on he should have just wiped it away and continued on towards Bloom. There was always a choice and it should have been her. A source of positivity and happiness that made his heart grow like the Grinch on Christmas Day, but like so many times before Howard would let the darkness consume him instead. As his red eyes connected with Yefim's the part of him that craved destruction would reignite. The sleeping dragon had awoken and it was very hungry.
Sharp fangs would plunge from the recesses in Howard's gum line as he hissed at his enemy. A terrible aura would seep from his body like some sort of toxic gas. With all his might he would swing his fist towards the Russian and his heightened senses served him well. A smacking crunch would fill the space around him as Howard's fist connected with Yefim's nose, but it would seem the other boy had grown just as he had. Damage was done yet his target fought on.
Not only had his enemy grown tougher, but it would seem he had gained allies as well. Soon enough a flurry of spells would begin to fly Howard's way. He was able to dodge a couple of them, but it left him vulnerable to Yefim's grapple. However, this Dhampir was not an easy mark. With a twist of his body Howard would use his strength to break the hold and reset himself to deliver another blow. Just as he drew his fist back his target would be shoved aside by another that had set his sights on Howard. The threats that escaped this new person's lips were vague, but Howard knew of what he spoke. The one and only person he had ever bitten was none other than Aurelia.
"You sound jealous!" Howard goaded his new foe. "And I could less what you think about me human!" His darker nature flared as the undead within him thrashed against his own humanity. The fist that once targeted Yefim would now open into a claw as he set his gaze on Hadrian. Howard would begin his attack, but just then a spell would glance off his side. Although Valentin's spell was not meant to aid him he may have inadvertently saved Howard from himself. His claws may or may not have found Hadrian, but if they had it would have been bloody. The Dhampir would be appear to move in slow motion as he advanced. Hopefully something or someone would appeal to his human nature and end this blood craze that consumed him.
The familiar scent of his favorite Hufflepuff was a start...
Action: None. Movement slowed which is preventing attack.
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Midspring Celebration
Mentions @Howard White, @Serena Towers & @Falentra Black
Stop.
Bloom's heart was racing but her body stopped at the foyer. Closing her mouth, she was breathing through her nose trying to calm herself down by the surprise. Bloom was happy for Howard. He deserved to be Hogwarts' champion. But out of all people, why did he choose Falentra as his special person? Was she not special to him? Even Serena's name would have been fine. But Falentra? Bloom did not know so much about their relationship, but from what she heard, it was never healthy. Why would he stray back to an unhealthy relationship?
Bloom walked to the nearest wall and leaned her body against it. As much as she wanted to run back to her dorm room, she had the strength to hold still and wait. Maybe... Just maybe he would run after her. That is, if she meant something to him. Did she though?
Waiting.
Bloom waited what felt like forever, but was only a few minutes. He had a few minutes to chase after her and alas, he never walked outside of the Great Hall. She was alone. "Come on Howard," she said aloud to herself.
Hoping.
A glimpse of hope spread through her body. The thought of her saying aloud what she wanted was like a spell fulfilling her wish of him to come to her. A minute passed by and alas, she was still alone. Curiosity filled her mind. Was he on his way? Did something happen? She couldn't know what was happening in the Great Hall. Leaving the wall, she walked towards the entrance of the Great Hall and looked in.
Bloom was unknown to the drama that was happening. Instead, she looked around to where she had left Howard. He was sort of in the same area. He didn't move. And to make things worse, Serena was at his side. Bloom turned her body out of the entrance and back into the hallway, her heart racing.
Running.
Who was she kidding? Falentra and Serena were both her competitors. Bloom couldn't keep up with them. Falentra was gorgeous and had history with him. Serena was so kind and welcoming. And tonight, Bloom was only a bitch to the one person she called a good friend. In one night, she lost a friend and a romance. It was too much for the sixteen-year old to handle.
At this point, Bloom ran fast. She didn't care where she would end up, she just needed to leave.
THREAD LEFT
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
Midspring Celebration
Holding Mikael in one arm, absolute peace rushed through Valentin’s veins, centered in the eye of the storm. Valentin’s full heart surged through the wand in his other hand and formed the most immaculate immobulus he had ever cast [crit success]. Bolting out directly at Howard, Valentin’s spell would finally land… sort of. The damned boy was squirming around, dodging, so Valya’s spell barely managed to hit and only slowed the dhampir rather than outright stopping him. Meanwhile, although the muscle lady successfully extinguished Yefim, the champion wasn’t looking too good. Still, she had done such a fine job of extinguishing Yef that Valentin decided to forgive her for being the one to do it. The seeker’s silvery eyes darted from Yefim’s battered body to the Dhampir, now boiling with animalistic rage, back to Yefim as the boy got knocked down to the ground by an enraged American. Taking a half step forward, Valentin prepared to intervene, but did not let go of Mik--
«Ты нарываешься, сволочь!» (“You’re asking for trouble, mongrel!”) he growled in warning at Hadrian. Yet, the newcomer’s demeanor suggested his problem was with Howard and Yefim had simply been in his way, so Valentin held his anger in check. Враг моего врага... (The enemy of my enemy...,) he thought.
Along the sidelines, Valentin’s keen eye noticed some Slytherin boy defrosting the other one that Mikael had frozen. Sighing, Valentin wondered if they would get any reprieve from the torrent of enemies long enough to heal Yefim. Should Valentin continue with unbridled aggression, or was there reason to believe they’d had enough? One way or another, although Mikael was wounded, he was not in such a bad state as Yefim. However, Yef could still see well enough to dodge, while evasion would be much harder for Mik. Valentin had to make a solid strategic decision, and he had to make it now.
«Микаэль...»(“Mikael…”) said Valentin, dropping his wand arm to turn and look at his friend more closely. Was it pain that kept the dark-haired boy from acting, or was Mikael concerned about hitting someone he loved while blinded? Valentin couldn’t see through Mik’s wounded gaze, sensing only pain. «Что они сделали с тобой?»(“What did they do to you?”) asked the seeker’s voice with a hint sadness. Would that snakewart attack Mik again? One more blow could spell the end for Yefim, though… Should Valentin use his shirt to staunch Yefim’s bleeding? He couldn’t stabilize Mik while doing that, though-- not without pulling Mikael into a likely line of fire. The American had already demonstrated that principle to everyone using Yef’s body.
Moving to put his other arm around Mikael, Valentin gave him a tight, full two-armed hug before releasing, ready to stabilize him if needed. «Стой там,» (“Steady there.”) Valentin tried to meet the other boy's eyes, even through what must have been agony for Mikael. If Mik did not resist, Valentin would let him go to stand on his own. «Я не позволю им обидеть тебя,» (“I won’t let them hurt you.”) If Mikael resists, Valentin will not release the hug.
If anyone attacks Mikael, Valentin will prioritize bodyblocking for him.
If no one attacks Mikael, Valentin will attempt to bodyblock aggressive actions towards Yefim.
If no one attacks either Mikael or Yefim, Valentin will attempt to put his arm around Mik’s shoulder reassuringly.
N.b. “Aggressive actions” do not include attempts to heal or otherwise help the target. By bodyblocking I mean that Valentin will attempt to take the place of the allied target in the attack.
Action: As above.
Mentioning/Interacting: @Selim Faust, @Flash Holmwood as Yefim, @Percival Rainwood as Mik, @Aurelia Notrésvace as Hadrian Zuheir, @Erin Ryan, @Howard White
Hug permissions were granted.
Open for interaction from anybody
Abilities: Keen Eye, Evasive Maneuvers, Charmer
Stats: STA 8 ★ EVA 10 ★ STR 2 ★ WIS 15 ★ ARC 1 ★ ACC 11
Last edited by Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood on 8 May 2022, 22:54, edited 1 time in total.
Midspring Celebration
Relief flooded over Nicholas. He was a cousin, family, albeit distant, not some competing suitor or childhood friend from a summer spent playing by the Black Sea. The boy released a breath he hadn’t been aware that he was holding. Was he that worried, that jealous, that the sight of the girl panicking over losing someone did not fill him with empathetic dread, but rather worry that someone else would steal her away? Heaven forbid. They’d not even been a couple for an hour yet, there was no need to worry about things that were so patently stupid. But worry he had, and now that he was suitably satisfied that the champion of Koldovstoretz wasn’t going to attempt to sweep Aurora off her feet, he could turn to being a supportive boyfriend. That meant listening to the brunette speak at a million miles per minute, worries that had been plain as day made even more so by the pace at which she relayed her fear.
Her worry was well-founded, he supposed, someone had died in the last tournament, some thirty years ago, but he’d not expected such a strong reaction. Genuine fear seemed to have rattled the girl, she truly felt as if her cousin may not be long for this world. Nicholas hadn’t had personal time for that worry, not a true sense of the word. Sure, he’d hoped that Fal would be safe, but surely no one would die. It had been decades since the last tournament, and they’d spoken at length about safety measures. Not to mention he had a whole team behind him, the best and brightest from the Russian school. Sure, they may not have been up to the same level as the best and brightest from Hogwarts, but they’d almost certainly not allow their captain to die an ignoble death in pursuit of glory.
Aurora flopped, and Nicholas joined her, crouching beside her. He wasn’t entirely sure as to how to go about calming the girl down, but a pat on the head seemed a suitable place to start, wasn’t it? He’d seen his mother do that to his younger sister. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a portable scenario in the slightest, but he was far more confident with angering people, not so much in getting them to return to a comfortable equilibrium of emotion. But it was an honest attempt.
“Don’t be sorry,” He soothed, to the best of his ability, “You’re worried about your cousin getting hurt, it’s natural.”
Nicholas fell back, so that he was sitting comfortably on his rear. If he was going to be joining her on the floor, he may as well do it in a way that didn’t require him to balance on his haunches. Besides, if anyone saw them, they could assume they were chilling. Fortunately, the sight of the two second years seated directly in front of the goblet of fire was far less exciting and engaging than the quite literal fire right that had erupted. Nicholas hadn’t bothered to pay attention to that, in spite of the very real risk of damage to life and limb that faced many of the fifth years engaged in it. After all, there were far more important matters at hand than potential homicide. Namely, how to calm down a sad girl in a unicorn onesie.
“He’ll be fine though,” Nicholas added, “He’s got a whole team watching his back, and the goblet’s smart enough not to choose anyone who can’t hack it. Besides, you’re right, give him your support. He’s going to be chasing a trophy and glory, think of it like a big ol’ broom race. I’m pretty jealous of him, y’know.”
He held his hand up, miming grabbing the goblet, “Pursuit of glory and adventure. S’why I put my name in, y’know?”
Nicholas blinked, before raising his hands in a semi-defensive posture, pre-empting any judgement from Aurora, “Half the school probably did, I reckon they’d not risk that many of us putting ourselves forward for certain death. Your cousin will be fine.”
“Still,” Nicholas continued, “If you feel sick, maybe it’s best we go and get out of here. I’m sure Lucifur will know something to say or do, and maybe we can stop thinking about goblets, and your cousin, and his competitors currently trying to kill eachother-” He bit off the last word before he could finish it, she likely didn’t need to be reminded that the students scheduled to compete with the lad were in the process of murdering one another before the competition had even begun.
Outfit: Black slacks, white button-down shirt (sleeves rolled up, loosely buttoned)
Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 9 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Interacting: @Aurora Ranvier
Action: Nil.
Vae Victis| Speech: #5C2B2B
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Midspring Celebration
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𝕬t the sight of a pretty pink blush beginning to appear on Lindsey's fair skin, Henri felt an immense sense of victory. No matter if the person appreciated or felt apprehensive of his flirtatious nature he'd always prided in his ability to coax them out of their guard with a disarming smile and a well-placed compliment. It was the charm he'd painstakingly spent an entire year honing to master the art of manipulation. People were naturally more drawn to somebody who was outgoing and charismatic, after all.Interacting with @Lindsey Springhall
Colour code - #00364a - #9a244f
English | French | Spanish | German
OOC note: I'm so sorry for the late reply! ;-;
Sensing a hesitation coming up, Henri was about to dispel Lindsey's tenseness when the surroundings erupted into a complete chaos. The young blond did not have enough time to process what had happened, it was only thanks to his impeccable reflex of a Quidditch player to immediately dodge the falling pots and plates. Yet, his immaculate navy blue suit still suffered being coated in liquids and splatters of food. The impression of a dashing young French vanished as a dark expression shadowed Henri's entire face, his hand automatically reaching out for his wand as vicious thoughts swarmed his mind, images of how he'd curse whoever had dared to ruin his night. It was truly an eerie sight--his jaw was tense as his teeth gritted, cold grey eyes a dreadful raging storm.
It was only when Lindsey's soft voice reached his ears amongst all the ruckus that Henri snapped out of that dark tunnel vision. The tinge of worry in her tone was almost enough to extinguish the cold rage inside of him. Almost.
"I'm fine, though I certainly had expected better of my first Hogwarts ball experience," Henri couldn't keep the smallest bit of vice to slither through. The perpetrator was lucky to have escaped. He would have cursed whoever it was into oblivion.
The boy nodded at Lindsey's suggestion, following closely behind her as they fled the chaotic area to a relatively quieter corner. His grey eyes scanned her flowing white dress and the stains that covered the entire lower half. At the back of his mind, Henri still thought her beauty was untouched even with such flaws on her clothing.
When they arrived to safety, Henri was taken aback when Lindsey prioritized cleaning him first, the spell wiping off the carnage on his suit without fault. It was unfortunate that the range wasn't wide enough to take care of the girl's mess as well, but it surprised him nonetheless that Lindsey was willing to help him before tending to herself. It was the first time somebody had put him first, and the thought made him slightly apprehensive. Henri was used to taking the initiative in order to lure people in, but Lindsey was acting out of genuine kindness.
He wasn't sure how to feel about that.
"Thank you, ma lady," The French quickly put up his mask to conceal his true feelings, flashing the brunette a handsome smile. "You really are a treasure. But as a gentleman, I simply cannot allow you to remain in such a state either. Scourgify."
Henri had taken out his own wand to cast the Cleaning Charm on his date as he spoke. If the spell took effect, the boy would gently take hold of Lindsey's hand and gently caressed her knuckles, allowing his touch to linger. He titled his head slightly after the girl's question, his gaze fixated on her angelic features with an indescribable emotion.
"Well, since the hall has become quite disorderly, would you like to go somewhere else for a peace of mind? Isn't there a festival being held outside? Let's go there."
The boy would wait for his date to lead the way. After all, Lindsey was the student here, she was more familiar with the surroundings than he did. And, for some reason he couldn't explain, Henri found that he wanted to enjoy her presence where they would less likely to be disturbed.
WC: 653
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Suggesting to move to Festival Area
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| sta • 9 | eva • 11 | str • 4 VICIOUS⠀PREDATOR wis • 12 | arc • 11 | acc • 12 | Prodigal DADA | Perfectionist | TP THROUGH⠀THE⠀YEARS LC | Nonverbal | ability |