aftertaste. pv unofficial duel

Round 5

OOC Information

1. 1. You have 5 days / 120 hours from now to write your posts (minimum word count is 200 words).
   2. In the same time period, send me (Violence Bloodthorn) your actions per owl. Do not hint at your actions in your post.
   3. Unless asked not to, if all actions have been submitted and posts made, I will be moderating before the deadline.
   4. If you don't post in the allotted time frame, your action is void.
   5. Since this is an unofficial duel, your stats and abilities remain unlocked.
   6. Have fun! And please reach out if you notice I've made a mistake, first time moderator here, thankyou.

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Stats: sta 6 ⊹ eva 8 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 7 ⊹ arc 7 ⊹ acc 7 | Time: A Gloomy Day| CC:#2E8B57
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Siobhan huffed as her spell missed her opponent. Who was it that she was duelling?? And why was this second year refusing to tell her? Why was her opponent refusing to say anything. Having quite enough, Siobhan snapped and uncharacteristically raised her voice- choosing not to use her wand for just a second and rather her words.

"Is this to mock me? The blind girl? Can't be bothered to say who it is to protect your dignity in case I win? Siobhan bit with a venom that was not her own. From where it originated she had no clue, but it was something that she could feel growing in her chest. If it was someone who thought she was a joke, then it was apparently supposed to be a funny joke if she lost to this person. No doubt the word would spread and there would be a discussion once again about her place on the team. Duelling was something that granted her a last shred of independence and if this person in front of her was waiting for her to slip up before they viciously responded with their spells then Siobhan had no choice but to remain chained to the piste and upright.

"You can't avoid speaking forever. Siobhan spat as she stepped back and gripped her wand in a stark frustration. The ground under her feet felt sharper despite the softness of the marble. Her face aflame but in annoyance not flustering.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Prat Pass @Violence Bloodthorn|
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date ; so/me/day mentions ; @Siobhan McCarty languages ; english | thoughts

duelling club ; location 200+ ; wordcount I'm eepy ; ooc notes

XXXXXPrat dodged Siobhan's spell with a clean, showy flip. Equal parts flourish and instinct, however, the satisfaction died when he'd continued existing in the reality Violence had already outed. Violence. Merlin's favourite troglodyte. Of all the things to do at a duel, why did this underclassman speak with a death wish on their mind and an innate emptiness in her head? Stupid, stupid woman. He'd been doing everything short of Polyjuice to keep himself anonymous, and she'd just announced it to practically the whole club.

The cat was already out the bag, no point remained in pretending anymore.

Sio stepped back, her frustration radiating off her as she threw out another warning. "You can't avoid speaking forever."

Fine, if she wanted a voice, she was about to get one.

"Someone would talk if you'd just shut up for once." The words slipped out only as harsh as he'd intended, sharp like the tip of a blade he only meant to push inside a little.

Nonetheless, he barely winced, but enough to count.

"I mean, sorry, I just needed a way to get to you." He didn't lower his wand, shoulders still as tense as before. "And, maybe you should focus less on the lying part and more on the part where I attempted to talk to you."

Round 6

OOC Information

1. 1. You have 5 days / 120 hours from now to write your posts (minimum word count is 200 words).
   2. In the same time period, send me (Violence Bloodthorn) your actions per owl. Do not hint at your actions in your post.
   3. Unless asked not to, if all actions have been submitted and posts made, I will be moderating before the deadline.
   4. If you don't post in the allotted time frame, your action is void.
   5. Since this is an unofficial duel, your stats and abilities remain unlocked.
   6. Have fun! And please reach out if you notice I've made a mistake, first time moderator here, thankyou.

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Stats: sta 6 ⊹ eva 8 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 7 ⊹ arc 7 ⊹ acc 7 | Time: A Gloomy Day| CC:#2E8B57
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Siobhan's confidence took a hit and she knew her spell had missed before Violence had stated it. What the hell was he doing here? What was this even for? This had to be an option to mock her now as Prat stood in front of her, having also missed her with a particularly nasty Cracker Jinx. Damn that Divination Professor for teaching everyone this spell. It was difficult to avoid- and if it was to hit her it would deal some real damage to her.

The idea behind it was a cracking pain that spread across the body. Prat wanting to cast that on her? That was... it was just cruel.

"Attempted to talk to me? Since when? Siobhan muttered to herself as she willed herself to remain frustrated with him. Prat was such a jerk and he was talking to her as though she was the one who had hurt him first. He snapped at her. He lost his temper because he had waited and someone saw her for her and not just as a commodity to be seen with at the ball.

He would probbaly only have taken her out of pity- Pureblood ponce dutifully takes blind student to the ball in gesture of goodwill towards wizardkind or something....

Running away from him that night had been awful. She'd never felt so hurt and angry in one go. How was it that this was something everyone went through? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the memories of that night threatened to replay themselves involuntarily as though it was exactly what she needed to commence the duel.

If she wasn't so hard-headed and stubborn, she knew that her feet would have told her to walk away from the Piste and leave him to think about how he had treated her once again. Normal people didn't construct elaborate shenanigans such as this to get a word in. All she wanted from him was an "I'm sorry for calling you weak."

And maybe for him to see that she wasn't just some extra waiting to be called into action.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Prat Pass @Violence Bloodthorn|
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Round 7

OOC Information

1. 1. You have 5 days / 120 hours from now to write your posts (minimum word count is 200 words).
   2. In the same time period, send me (Violence Bloodthorn) your actions per owl. Do not hint at your actions in your post.
   3. Unless asked not to, if all actions have been submitted and posts made, I will be moderating before the deadline.
   4. If you don't post in the allotted time frame, your action is void.
   5. Since this is an unofficial duel, your stats and abilities remain unlocked.
   6. Have fun! And please reach out if you notice I've made a mistake, first time moderator here, thankyou.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Stats: sta 6 ⊹ eva 8 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 7 ⊹ arc 7 ⊹ acc 7 | Time: A Gloomy Day| CC:#2E8B57
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Siobhan grumbled louder as her spell missed once again. How hard was it to cast a spell that was going to hit someone? Not that she wanted to do any true harm to Prat, but she had hoped to maybe singe off his eyebrows or something. Just to spite him and make him look a little stupid. As a way to make him look the way she had felt when their last exchange had chased her off.

Prat chose not to cast. Or maybe he forgot? Maybe he didn't care. Siobhan sighed as she looked towards the direction of Violence's voice. How ironic that a child named for Violence was spectating and moderating a duel between two people who truly wished no violence towards the other?

It was almost pitiful. She felt nothing good about how the duel was commencing. There wasn't anything that she could do to win this fairly. It almost felt as though she was practicing on a training dummy in a classroom.

Would it be better if she didn't cast? If she forfeited? No! What? What crazy idea was that? Prat wanted this duel and if he wasn't going to participate then she was going to kick his butt and show him that it wasn't worth forgetting that she was a fantastic duellist.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Prat Pass @Violence Bloodthorn|
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Round 8

OOC Information

1. 1. You have 5 days / 120 hours from now to write your posts (minimum word count is 200 words).
   2. In the same time period, send me (Violence Bloodthorn) your actions per owl. Do not hint at your actions in your post.
   3. Unless asked not to, if all actions have been submitted and posts made, I will be moderating before the deadline.
   4. If you don't post in the allotted time frame, your action is void.
   5. Since this is an unofficial duel, your stats and abilities remain unlocked.
   6. Have fun! And please reach out if you notice I've made a mistake, first time moderator here, thankyou.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Stats: sta 6 ⊹ eva 8 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 7 ⊹ arc 7 ⊹ acc 7 | Time: A Gloomy Day| CC:#2E8B57
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Siobhan sighed as she once again missed her spell and Prat cast nothing. She'd had about enough and it seemed that Violence was beginning to tire of having to moderate such a boring duel. For her, the Gryffindor heritage she had inherited from the moment that hat had touched her head roared inside, demanding that she emerge victorious from the match. However the more rational part of her was beginning to wonder if giving up was part of the plan that Prat had for her.

She put her hands on her hips as she thought to herself about what it was that she could do. Her pride and ego would take too much of a hit to wimp out now, not when she was so close to winning. But to stay any longer wouldn't ensure a worthy win. It would be more of a win by default which was not honorable in any sense of the word. Her foot tapped the ground lightly as she thought about her next move and whether it made sense to continue this farce of a duel at all.

Prat surely had no cares about whether he won or didn't at this point. It seemed plain as day to her. And she was blind!

Siobhan felt guilty towards Violence, that the poor second year had been told to moderate such a boring duel when they no doubt had far better things to do than sit here and watch a blind girl kick the butt of a Slytherin jerk. That could be saved for the normal duelling rotation. Prat could get his butt kicked any day.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Prat Pass @Violence Bloodthorn|
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Prat's actions or rather the lack of it wasn't without much thought. While the veiled approach to Siobhan had worked in his favour, the boy had no intentions of gravely harming the lion cub that stood across him. Not that he believed he could. Duelling was, among the few endeavours in his life that the boy cherished but did not receive a similar reception from the weavers of fate above.

Much to his dismay, Prat as the duelling captain had managed a better career than the boy who stepped foot on the piste for the viridian. Those were almost too embarrassing to even recall in polite company.

Looking at Sio, Prat could see her confidence or rather, her will to bring him harm shaking, even if with tiny cracks that threatened at her own moral compass. Attacking a harmless opponent was almost cruel, is what some would say. She seemed like someone who'd subscribe to those ideals.

But Prat didn't uphold such values, if you step up to the piste, you should put your life on the line was the quote the boy that gotten drilled into him from years.

Thus when he knew conversation wasn't going to work with her, he resorted to ending this quickly.

Even going do far as to alert how, "I will cast this round."


(Will update coding later, wc:220 words)