Hexwizard Task 1: Mahoutokoro v Ilvermorny

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Outfit: Navy Uniform

Japanese ~ English

Reducio

Word Count: 163

Interacting: @Mahou team @Bubba McGarry as Christopher, @Avery Chen as Akira,@Hanako Tone as Sara, @Hui Ming as Aryaan

Date: October 23rd 2022

This whole situation had occurred because Chiaki couldn't say no.

She didn't know the tasks that would be involved for this game. She didn't know there would being hitting and being knocked unconscious. She didn't know how incredibly anxious this was going to make her. And, she, of all people, was supposed to be doing the knocking out.

Clutching a palm-sized squishable cat plushie, a trembling Chiaki took her place with her mess of a team, trying to ignore the probable odd looks that all the spectators were sending in their direction, with one member of their team asleep on the floor, one scowling at the sleeping boy, two stoic and expressionless (unnerving her more than a little), and one smiling easily. But she was going to be working closely with these people for the upcoming year, so she supposed she would have to get used to their... quirks.

"Good afternoon, all. I hope you are all feeling ok, and are ready to win!"

Action: Arriving

Stats:
Sta-9 | Eva-8 | Str-4 | Wis-6 | Arc-7 | Acc-8

Abilities:
- Calming Presence (ALLIES -> all of Mahou Hexwizard team (Aryaan Shamsi, Akira Shimizu, Christopher Runnels, Hadashi Hitoshi, Sara Kohana, Chikao Narumi, Ginyami Midorimori, Hiro Bakugo, Ayako Yamamura))
- 's Grace

Date: October 22nd, 2022
Mentioning: Jamie Zeigler @Gemima Sable

Louca was ready. Well, okay admittedly, he knew little about chess but that was why they were a team. The players would be able to help each other. He had to admit though that he was curious to see how the human chess game would work. And excited for the tournament to start. He lived for a thorough challenge and this tournament was certainly going to provide this. Maybe even enough to keep him from quite literally climbing the walls...who was he kidding? He lived to give his professors grey hairs.

Looking back, he grinned at Jamie as he ran his hands through his hairs, causing his hair to stand up slightly. Calling back, he said "You ready for this? Because I definitely am! Let's do this!" He whooped with excitement as he listened to the deafening crowd.

Action: Entering the ballroom
Stats: Stamina - 9 | Evasion - 9 | Strength - 8 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcPower - 5 | Accuracy - 8
Abilities: Potion Mastery, Evasive Maneuvers, Fearless

Stamina: 11 Strength: 3 Evasion: 10 Wisdom: 14 Arcane Power: 10 Accuracy: 10
Abilities:
Fearless



Perfectionist



Calming Presence: Allies: Mahoutokoro team. Reluctantly, Narumi and Shamsi are included.



Spell Spread



Healing Sage

RP as: Chikao Narumi
English, Japanese, Russian, Giant

Chikao felt a slight pain surge through the back of his head, jolting him awake and letting out a bellowing yawn. He slowly adjusted his body in order to be sitting up with his legs crossed on the dusty floor, causing his lavender robes to be slightly sullied. His vision was slightly blurry, and the loud shouts and screams from the crowds were dampened as he was coming to his senses: "Yawn Man, I had the weirdest dream, about how I had wings flying through the air. I was having so much fun till-" his speech was cut short, as Chikao was finally beginning to look around and take note of where he was. Why was there screaming? Why were his friends, and Hadashi, here? Why is there a chessboard? Who are those other students? Wait, are those his various teachers in the crowd? Wait, was that a representative of the Japanese Ministry of magic he just saw?! For once Narumi actually made a slight gulping sound and had a slight feeling of regret in the back of his mind.

He looked towards his teammates hoping that this was a dream and he was still sleeping, but their expressions towards the boy only disproved his hope. He sighed, accepting his fate that he was most likely going to be expelled for his entrance display at this match. Even on such an important event like this, the boy just couldn't feel serious nor could he give a damn about how everyone felt about who he was.

He stood up, and began to perform some early stretches: "Arweirrr rasaiuir ruucr, whasa'r dha llil ail dhed?" Always serious looks, where's the fun in that?, Chikao was annoyed and his joyful spirit became cold and menacing in tone. Looking back at his team, he gave them a devious grin. Chikao had hoped the event would be fun, but he couldn't feel the honor, the glory, or the admiration many others were probably feeling. Cracking his knuckles, only a few words escaped from his mouth that could perhaps save him from expulsion: "Fine, I'll go all out for once in my life."

As Approved iNPC Iris Fields Color: English= BF8080 Norwegian= BF8040

Mentioning: Ilvermorney Team Interacting With: N/A

Iris hardly ever considered herself to be someone that got nervous easily, but the rubbing on her index figure on her wand was giving her away. Competition was thrilling, that much is always true, but there was a lot more pressure on this than other things. Iris continued to push the idea from her mind. Stressing about it wasn't going to help anything. She was going to try her best and her team was going to win. She'd bring glory to her school and people would talk about her in a good light. Finally she'd make a name for herself instead of squishing herself into a box of who she was supposed to be.

When Iris first walked in the room she held herself with confident grace, trying to pretend like the stunning decorations didn't phase her. The ballroom had been completely transformed into three gameboards of checkered squares, surrounded with black and white decorations. The viewers were the first thing that was daunting to Iris. There were important people here. Adults were scattered among the eager classmates. Iris could feel eyes on her. It was unnerving. The cheers and roaring applause stirred up an excitement in Iris that soon overwhelmed her apprehension.

There were proceedings, people entering and moving around, corralled into the places they needed to be. Iris found herself standing on an ebony white square on the ground, head held high, wand in slightly fidgeting hand. Iris nodded at any teammate that met eye contact and hoped she could send confidence to each member, as if that might help their chance of winning.

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The Hexwizard Tournament was underway, and Jamie was absolutely ecstatic. He could hear the crowd as the doors drew ever closer. Apparently, in addition to the six magic schools, there were a lot of important wizard people here too. The vast amount of illustrious names and titles floating about the room meant nothing to him, but he knew that he was under close supervision. That just meant he had to be even more awesome than usual!

As the intrepid Ilvermorny team entered the ballroom, Jamie sucked in a deep breath. The mug of butterbeer he had bought earlier shook in his hands. He wasn't sure if he was excited or about to barf. Their first challenge was but a mystery to him-- something about chess, if he remembered correctly. But chess was boring as all hell! How would these wacky wizards make it fun? Jamie wondered idly if he should have actually made an effort to pay attention earlier. He had no idea what lay ahead.

Finally, the ballroom doors burst open. Thunderous applause and cheers hit Jamie like a tidal wave. He gawked, bug-eyed, as Miles led the team into the fray. This was almost like the Trail Blazers games back home, except a million times more magical, literally!
Jamie met Louca's gaze as the other boy smiled back at him. He laughed out loud as an identical grin began to spread across his face. He downed the remaining contents of his mug, chucked the thing away with reckless abandon*, and ran over to throw an arm around his friend's shoulder. He was definitely excited. It was their time down here!
"Let's go!"

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@Emma Wynn

Roleplaying as Phylicia Stanwood
Interactions: Ilvermorny team
Heavily mentions @Lindsey Springhall [Maximilien de Fostoncy] and @Katrina Walker [Iris Fields]

So, Phyllis was generally a pretty enthusiastic person. There was the occasional sleep-deprived day, courtesy of being a student, and that was when you might catch some clouds over her sunny demeanor, but those days were few and far between, like tripping over your own feet walking down the street (this metaphor does not apply if you're spectacularly clumsy). A word like excited or cheerful, then, didn't seem to quite do this justice. She got excited about a good Quidditch scrimmage or having a sleepover or coming across that one really cute duck on the school grounds.

It was more like thrilled, adrenaline humming in her veins. The ballroom was a sensory overload, but not necessarily in a bad way. It was packed, crammed with stands and bodies and woah that was a lot of people here to watch them. Was chess really that exciting? (This chess would be, she did know that actually). She looked up--she'd done more of that since that day she'd met Maxi and followed his gaze to the petals drifting from the ceiling--and found a similar effect of appropriately-colored confetti floating down. Cool. She gave that one Canadian flag in the crowd finger-guns and yelled, "I love you Canadian-flag person!" because it was only appropriate, they had her back. There was an attempt to catch Maxi's eye, give a wide grin and double thumbs-up, but it was awfully crowded and Maxi seemed like the person that might be stressing out right now, so it was a bit of a shot in the dark.

But enough of the surroundings. Frankly, it might be hard to tune all that out to play the game--there were just so many bright colors and moving people--but she was going to try. Her team needed her best. Plus, she was maybe just a little worried about how much this would be reported on, and if she did badly, she really didn't want that reaching her parents. Okay, maybe she was a lot worried. As always, she was trying to tell herself she didn't care what they thought, and it was hardly fair to herself to chase after the approval they were finally giving just because she'd made it here. They never gave it for all the other things she cared about, like Quidditch and her art projects, and so their opinions just didn't matter. But she couldn't lie to herself, she really didn't want to lose the attention she was finally getting from her dad.

But enough of that! Everything was for her team now. She followed them out, and she was fully ready to have their backs out there. First, though, she imagined there had to be some nerves going around, though Ilvermorny had cultivated a pretty positive team environment--there were like, literal government people watching them, not to mention this might be the most important competition they were ever in. And if Phyllis was good at one thing, she sure hoped it was lifting the mood.

So she was going to make a joke. Something about them being government-level threats. It was probably dumb. She um... may have completely forgot what she was going to say, only halfway through opening her mouth. See, she caught sight of Iris. Rainbow lady. Cool oldest member of the team. And her brain stalled out for a moment.

Somewhere in the weeks of training together, Phyllis had realized Iris was not only pretty cool, but very pretty. So Phyllis, who talked to literally everyone, basically, had avoided Iris like the plague, because she just might drop dead if she tried talking to her and said something stupid. She'd like, full-on choked when Iris came in with her hair dyed blonde a few weeks ago, because she'd somehow gotten even more stunning. It wasn't just the hair, but the way she carried herself, confident and like she could absolutely wreck you, and at the same time willing to banter with the team. She was just so, so cool.

It was a little weird, because it wasn't the same way she felt about Maxi, and Phyllis really did like Maxi like that, that had fully settled in over the summer. She wanted to read all of his writing and hold his hand again and watch him look at flowers or win a game and appreciate just being around him. But she wasn't terrified of every little thing she did around him, she could kind of just be. Iris she was fully terrified of.

Okay. Okay! She really had to stop staring at Iris, it was almost game time. "Okay guys! Let's do this! Manifest your inner monarchy and get ready to be the chessiest chess pieces that ever chessed." Oh god, that was dumb and Iris probably heard that. It was fine! It was totally fine. She offered smiles to everyone, thumbs-ups and pats on the back for the Quidditch teammates that were used to her doing that, before stepping up to the board.

Action: Doing as strategized
Stats: STA: 14 • EVA: 10 • STR: 12 • WIS: 9 • ARC: 5 • ACC: 15
Abilities: Calming Presence • Fearless • Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina] • Catch • Wandmaker [Snallygaster Heartstring | Dogwood | 33 cm | Quite Flexible]