Shuntbumps S.W.A.G Club Concluded

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S.W.A.G Moderation
5th round
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	─────────────── Donnovan ─────────────── Status In game Health 700 – 90 = 610 Effects Tickling | –1 acc for 2 rounds | –10 hp for 2 rounds
─────────────── Shauna ─────────────── Status In game Health 60 (will automatically fall unconscious next round) Effects Vomiting Slugs | –2 acc for 2 rounds | –80 hp for 2 rounds
	─────────────── River ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (700) Effects None
─────────────── Neculai ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Neculai)
	─────────────── Erik ─────────────── Status Eliminated & Disqualified | Jousting (Jorah) Health 505 – 900 = –395 Effects Unconscious
─────────────── Ruthie ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Thora)
	─────────────── Thora ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Levitation Charm (Jorah)
─────────────── Jorah ─────────────── Status Disqualified | Jousting (Erik) Health 1000 – 900 = 100 Effects None
	─────────────── Bridget ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Neculai) Left the game to hospital wing
─────────────── Quinn ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (1200) Effects Curse of the Bogies | partial hit | –0.5 acc per round | currently –2.5 acc

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S.W.A.G Moderation
5th round
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@Shauna Starr

Her mid-air move would be one for the record books! Where was a camera when you needed one? Alas, it would remain fixed only in the memories of the actress and what few had borne witness to her ingenuity. A Quidditch player in the making perhaps? Or…perhaps not! Getting back onto her broom had cost her several moments. Several precious, indispensible moments. She had seen the look in Donnovan's eye, and had had the foresight to try to evade the incoming assault. Shauna dodged, she wove, she swerved, and she managed to…escape? For a moment, nothing. Then…Blurp. A slimy, slippery, something slipped its way out past her lips. No! She'd been hit! For all her attempts to evade the attack, she didn't quite manage to escape completely unscathed. Donnovan had landed a glancing blow. And that was enough to turn her belly into painful knots and start what promised to be an incredibly unpleasant experience. The match had definitely taken a turn for the grotesque. Poor Shauna had been afflicted with the Slug-Vomiting Curse.

@Donnovan Perrywinkle

Hanging by a thread. What an easy target. Who even does that? Target an opponent without consideration to their surroundings, only to get knocked from their broom and be left a conveniently hanging pinata? Target acquired. The spell may not have been Donnovan's most articulate cast, but perhaps to his surprise, it almost erupted from his wand. It was like this very spell had been waiting to be released this entire match. Green light streaked ahead, but it wouldn't find a stationary target. Shauna had seen the glint in his eye and had heaved herself back onto her broom. She wove, she swerved, and she managed to…escape? For a moment, nothing. Then…Blurp. A slimy, slippery, something slipped its way out past her lips. But it wasn't a worm, like the moniker he had given her. It was a great ugly slug. Yes! She'd been hit! Donnovan could rest easy knowing that his effort had not been in vain, and despite the glancing blow, it would be enough to elicit the effect he intended. And more. He had only wanted to get her of his back for the rest of the game. In a moment, he'd see he had accomplished much more with that well targeted spell. Unfortunately…that moment of revelry would cost him dearly. All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, it would feel as though a thousand fingers and feathers were tickling him, doubling him over in a fit of giggles.

@Jorah Moussa & @Erik Tharaldson

Aerial jousting. If it wasn't a sport before, it very well could be now. The brief bout of dueling having leaned heavily in Jorah's favour hadn't sat well with Erik at all. Eyes wild and feral, Erik let loose an angry roar, flung himself on top of his broom and barreled in Jorah's direction. The reason could not possibly be misinterpreted. Rather than balk or attempt to evade, however, it seemed Jorah had taken the bait challenge. Responding in kind, the Ravenclaw pocketed his wand, gripped tight, and jet forward on a collision course. As he let loose his war cry, somewhere in the cosmos, a disembodied voice answered, "JEEEEENKINS!" Or maybe that was just an excited fan somewhere down below, tickled pink by the pop culture reference. Regardless, as might be expected, each of the boys had more brawn than brain. Perhaps they should have veered. Perhaps they should have dodged. Perhaps they should have--

CRACK!

The absolute explosion of sound from their high-speed collision was absolutely unmistakable. Almost immediately, the force of the blow was more than Erik could handle. Knocked six ways past Sunday, he was thrown viciously from his broom to fall unconscious to the ground below. Hopefully, someone would have the sense to catch him before another impact. On the other hand, maybe it would knock some sense into such a raging mind. Quinn was there, too, now. Exactly when he had shown up was uncertain, but he didn't seem to have his wand out. Maybe he had arrived to help Erik. That would make sense! Jorah, miraculously, managed to fair better. Somewhat. Although severely dazed, and definitely feeling the blow of that impact, he somehow managed to avoid falling entirely off of his broom. He was still in the----. The shout of the ref was accompanied by the blow of the whistle. Looks like his time was also up. Disqualified.

@River Dewlight

It was almost too easy. Almost. Sure, her wand had been giving her some issues. And she hadn't managed to cast off all of her spells successfully. Nor had she been entirely untargeted throughout the duration of the match. But at this point in time, she was unscathed; she had her wand back in action; and she had the high ground. Or air. It made it more than a simple feat to get a good measure of the goings on in the game, and measure it, she did. Given Shauna's compromised situation, Donnovan seemed like an appropriate target. That choice paid off. The silver shockwave burst forward from River's wand, the cast successful, and traveled true. Her accuracy was impeccable. Donnovan, if he had even noticed its incoming, didn't even have a chance. Hitting him squarely, he immediately doubled over in a fit of laughter.

@Quinn Healy

Snot rocket comin' in clutch! No doubt with the experience and practice of his Quidditch matches, Quinn clearly knew how to spot an opportunity when he saw one. And spy one he did. With Jorah and Erik speeding head-long into each other for what would no doubt be a spectacular collision, who would see the green mucus ball streaking in for an attempt to shoulder off whichever one remained. There was no possible way the ref would notice, or that a three-way collision could go horribly wrong, or that he might be blinded by phlegm and mucus and do something horribly unintended. Right? What could possibly go wrong? Air flapped at his hair. Snot rippled along his cheeks to fly off in sheets to no-body-wants-to-know-where. Wind whistled in his no-doubt already plugged ears. Closer. Almost there. Closer… Nothing? His aim may have been true at one point, but whether blinded, or veered off course, or targets having been jostled in their own collision, Quinn streaked past. He had accomplished absolutely nothing. But maybe that wasn't so bad. He was still on his broom, and the only whistle that had sounded had been one to disqualify Jorah. Aha! Totally intentional.

Friendly Reminder: Please wait til this post goes up, just in case you miss something from more indirect actions!
Donnovan, please re-post your reply to include River's successful attack on you.

Well...shite. That was terrible he tried to ram Jorah and instead he missed so badly that it looked like he really was partially blinded and just trying to avoid a collision. No one needed to know, which unfortunately for Quinn was impossible due to reasons that weren't appropriate for the current situation. Possibly weird mental drama aside, He took another clean portion of his robe wiping snot, mucus, and other unmentionables away from his face in one clean sweep. It was easier to hear and notice things now that there were fewer people on the field.

In truth he never expected to last this long. It was true progress so he might as well try to win this thing. The curse of the bogies was really making it hard to aim so instead, he would need to get creative and hope that luck was on his side. Flying around haphazardly, Quinn was about to pick his target since he was closest to River Dewlight and Shauna Starr who was vomiting...were those slugs? Yeah whatever that was about, but where was...

Well that answers his question he was in a dangerous situation. He was the largest threat still so that means everyone would go after him. The odds were bad, but he wanted to win too. That's when the craziest idea hit him. Acting Quickly he abruptly turned his broom making it look like he was dodging when in reality he was turning and flying full speed towards Shauna. His intent was like before, he wanted to ram her and knock her off her broom. It was a ballsy strategy but if luck was on his side, then at least he would go out with a crash!

Action: Ramming into @River Dewlight

Mention @Erik Tharaldson & @Jorah Moussa & surviving remaining players

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Aurelia was diligently scouting for any signs of non-humans and foul play but mostly non-humans amidst the dying light of twilight. She had noticed the Ravenclaw’s fangs protruding from is lips and his bloodshot eyes before his own spell backfired and he was eliminated from the game. From her vast knowledge on the species, dhampirs were not particularly skilled at casting spells due to their biology and Vampire genes. She’d would confront him later or perhaps another day. For now, she had a game to moderate.

Focusing her attention away from the fallen dhampir and back to the game, the Gryffindor watched with her all-seeing eye of a Bird’s eye view. One girl, who was evidently already in bad shape from previous endeavours became the victim of a slug vomiting curse and soon, slugs were littered on the grass below them.

“Let's do this! LEEE-ROOOY!!!” Her head snapped in the direction of the loud bellow only notice a dark haired boy manoeuvring in a great speed towards a pale-haired one. The pale-haired boy whom she assumed was Leroy from what Jorah had addressed him, had a furious scowl plastered on his face. She knew that for them, this had became more than just a friendly game. Unfortunately, it was nearly impossible for her to stop the deliberate collision as a loud deafening crack similar to a bludger hurled at full speed signified the success of both their foul acts.

However, it was clear who the more resistant one was as one of the two fell towards the ground and landed with a sickening thud. Regardless, Aurelia would not tolerate cheating in her games. Rules were established for a reason; to avoid such happenings like this. Lowering her broom so it hovered just above the boy and in authoritative manner she announced, “Do not think that I have not notice what you just did nor try to deny either. That was a clear foul. Take Leroy to the hospital wing. I would have a word with you both when the game is done. ” It was the tone the ex-Prefect used before she retired and assertive unwavering one which left no room for arguments.

The pureblood has not much knowledge of pureblood references nor was she aware about the muggle magic of YouTube and would refer to Erik as Leroy. Without waiting for the ravenclaw’s reply, Aurelia flew back up to moderate the game. It was getting dark and more so difficult to see. With a wave of her wand she pronounced the incantation of the blue bell flames, “Caeruleus Inflamarae,” (WIS | 16) moments later, the ground grass below the players flickered in blue harmless flames (at least for humans) and consumed the slugs wiggling in its vicinity.

Just when she thought she evaded the on coming spell she knew almost instantly she'd been hit; she could tell as almost instantly without warning she burped. Much to her surprise a rather large slug left her mouth and fell straight to the ground; along with the slugs she found herself to be very nauseated not to mention since she was trying to remain in the air for as long as possible she also became very dizzy. However even with everything going on she wasn't about to let that stop her....not yet anyways; yes she is a very stubborn girl. She should have landed on the ground at the first slug but there was no way she was forfeiting....at least not until she absolutely had to.

She gripped her wand in her hand vomiting out slugs randomly while feeling rather faint as she was attempting to cast a spell on a target. However just as she had readied her wand all the came out of her mouth was garbled jibberish along with another round of slugs before she slumped over on her broom which thankfully simply drifted safely to the ground with a very passed out Shauna. By the time she made it to the ground she was already a nasty shade of green and covered in a cold sweat.

WC: 220 | Actions: Passed out

Carried on the wind, the word "JEEEEENKINS!" echoed in response to Jorah's battle cry. Jorah smiled, he had discovered a member of his tribe, they would have to meet later. The pain that came next would now be worth it. CRACK! Jorah and Erik collided with tremendous force that hurt to watch. As spectacular as it was, the wizard joust would only have one successful champion. Erik fell to the ground unconscious while Jorah watched from above, both winded and sore, but victorious. "Don't start something you cant finish!," Jorah called down to Erik, more as a display of dominance than a helpful lesson.

The foul had not gone unnoticed. “Do not think that I have not notice what you just did nor try to deny either. That was a clear foul. Take Leroy to the hospital wing. I would have a word with you both when the game is done,” Aurelia reprimanded. Jorah gave her a thumbs up. He was unhappy with the call, but followed her instructions. Why call the game Shuntbumps, if you can't bump into anyone, Jorah rationalized. He flew down to the unconscious Erik, dismounted, and dropped the old school broom aside. "You hear that Leeroy? I think we're in trouble, but that can wait. Let's get you to the hospital wing."

Jorah picked the boy up and carried him off the field in a fireman carry. After they had gotten a good distance from the quidditch pitch, Jorah started complaining to his unconscious companion."You know, this was supposed to be my weekend off, but noooo. You got me out here, carrying your heavy butt, all the way to the castle. You just had to come at me with an attitude, acting all big and bad." Jorah dropped Erik to the ground to rest. "AND WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SMELL?!? AAHHH!!! I could have won! I could have been at a BBQ!!!" He rested a moment before picking Erik back up and continuing their trek across the grounds. "But I ain't mad, its alright. It's all right."

Action: Carry @Erik Tharaldson off to the Hospital Wing

Donny waited, swiftly flowing in the winds of the quidditch field as he saw it! He'd hit her! She was slowly drifting away, slugs flying from her mouth faster than she was ever able to fly! He clenched his fist and cheered to himself, "Yes!" he said, looking around. Their was hardly anyone left on the field. It was almost empty except for Donny, and three others. It was silent for a moment. Donny had actually made it to the fifth, and probably final round! It was then that he felt a short jab, and a tickling sensation down his back.

"Ha, ha ha ha!" he started uncontrollably.

As much as he wanted to celebrate, he still needed to pay attention, and he was now suffering from a case of the giggles. This was the game changer, and it was on! He looked around to see who would be his greatest competition. Then he saw the bright streak of red hair again; Quinn. He was who Donny had ceased to get a good hot on, and he was who Donny was most afraid of losing to. As much as he wanted to win, he needed to think hard. What could he do to knock this Quidditch player of his broom? He did seem to be less active now that he suffering the curse of bogies. Then, the Hufflepuff made his decision. He raised his wand, out of view from anyone-

"FLIPENDO! HA, ha ha-"

He announced with great loudness now that the field was empty and focused on him. He tried to be as precise as possible, pointing his wand directly at Quinn's chest. The uncontrollable laughing didn't help.  He just hoped nobody would be able to distract his methods, besides the fact that- "Ha, ha ha ha!"   

Action: Casting Flipendo @Quinn Healy! Under effects of Tickling Charm: -2 accuracy for 2 rounds!

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S.W.A.G Moderation
6th round
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	─────────────── Donnovan ─────────────── Status In game Health 610 - 10 = 600 Effects Tickling | –1 acc for 1 rounds | –10 hp for 1 rounds
─────────────── Shauna ─────────────── Status Eliminated (unconscious) Health 60 - 80 = -20
	─────────────── River ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (700) Effects None
─────────────── Neculai ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Neculai)
	─────────────── Erik ─────────────── Status Eliminated & Disqualified | Jousting (Jorah) Health 505 – 900 = –395 Effects Unconscious
─────────────── Ruthie ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Thora)
	─────────────── Thora ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Levitation Charm (Jorah)
─────────────── Jorah ─────────────── Status Disqualified | Jousting (Erik) Health 1000 – 900 = 100 Effects None
	─────────────── Bridget ─────────────── Status Eliminated | Knockback Jinx (Neculai) Left the game to hospital wing
─────────────── Quinn ─────────────── Status In game Health 1200 - 190 = 1010 Effects Curse of the Bogies | partial hit | –0.5 acc per round | currently –3 acc

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S.W.A.G Moderation
6th round
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@Shauna Starr

The effects of the slug vomiting curse caused more then just a slight discomfort and disgust. The spell had also caused much nausea. It was apparent that the girl’s body could not handle much more especially after she was hit by River’s previous Knockback Jinx as her own consciousness began to slip. It was only moments before an unconscious Shauna was now on the cold grass, broom near and slugs still wiggling from her lips. Thankfully, Aurelia’s house elf Eaux was there to drag the girl off from the pitch and towards the castle.

@Donnovan Perrywinkle

Donnovan picked his target wisely. The biggest of them all. The Knockback jinx was flawless and shot in Quinn’s direction. The spell struck the part-giant who was distracted with breaking the rules and the snot obscuring his vision. However, to Donnovan’s possible dismay, it was not nearly enough to knock the Hufflepuff beater off.

@River Dewlight

River was quick to notice that she had became a target. For River, it was clearly in the massive third year’s intention to break the rules. River manoeuvred her broom swiftly to the side from the in coming snot rocket, but it seemed there was no need to, as Quinn missed his target by quite the extensive distance.

@Quinn Healy

The mucus was clearly affecting the beater’s aim. With much speed did Quinn go for the Ravenclaw. However, missed his target once again, zooming past the Dhampir as if it was never in his intention to knock her off. However, with his back turned, he would feel a hard hit square between his shoulder blades. Unfortunately, the spell had little damage on the half-giant and did little other than to give him a bruise. The third year remained safely on his broom. His assailant (Donnovan) had better be careful now.

Apologies for the late mod. I’ve been really occupied now that Christmas is here. I hope y’all have a great holiday and a merry Christmas!

Next mod would be on 1st January.