Unofficial Game Last 'Ditch Effort PV

Jake clutched tightly to his broom as he tried to control the altitude, the direction, and really just...everything. He knew he had a job to do - an important job, one of the MOST important jobs (He had no idea why they had given HIM such an important job). He had to find the snitch, he had to catch the snitch, and end the game. If he did it, they probably would win. if he didn't, they probably would lose. Or, Jake remembered, even worse, NOBODY would do it, and they'd all be stuck up here in the air and away from the safety of solid ground for all eternity.

Really, all that was secondary to staying ON the broom. By the time he figured that out (He was very rusty at flying) he found himself near the opposing team's goal. He looked around, now trying to get his bearings and look for the golden snitch. He knew he was gonna have his work cut out for him. The other team's seeker, @Ginyami Midorimori, seemed much more comfortable on a broom than Jake was, which wasn't saying much, but he really did seem good. (He had the odd sense he had seen him somewhere before...) Jake shifted a little on his broom, daring to turn his head and look around. His heart beat quickly and he tried to do his best to not look down. Before he really got to looking, he saw something else instead. His friend Julian had the quaffle!

Jake would have given an encouraging thumbs up if he wasn't clutching his broom for dear life, but then Julian did something very surprising. He threw the quaffle through the air, and it came zooming right for Jake! Jake's eyes widened, and perhaps once upon a time he would have froze. This time, his arms somehow shot up to grab it. Had Julian been aiming for him, or had he just been really bad at aiming for the posts? Jake didn't know, but somehow he had the ball. He was holding the ball with both hands, which meant NEITHER hand was on the broom. His stomach dropped practically to his feet and he shoved the ball away and grabbed the broom again, turning away and steadying himself. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard some cheers from the sidelines, and only then did he realize that he had instinctively thrown it right through the goal.

'You did it!' he heard his friend say as he swung past. "I did?" Jake replied, dumbstruck, because that certainly hadn't been his intention.

A few moments later Julian had the quaffle again, and he was....oh man, not again! He was throwing it right to Jake!

Why did Julian keep passing the ball to him?! Wasn't he supposed to be a seeker?! The ball flew in his direction, Jake's instincts kicked in and with a jolt, he reached up to grab it again. For that terrifying moment, his hands were off the broom, and they shot down just as quickly, the ball tucked down under his arms. He looked as surprised as anybody when it was actually in his grasp, and he HADN'T fallen off his broom in the process. He looked around wildly for somebody on his team to pass it to. Who WAS on his team again? Julian, and...everybody was moving around so quickly, he didn't know what to do with it.

One thing that was NOT moving around quickly was the other team's open goal. Deciding quickly, Jake darted forward, ball tucked under his arm, and with eyes wide, thrust it forward when he got close enough that he didn't think it was possible to miss. The ball soared through the goal again, no keeper there to challenge him. Somehow, Jake scored again.

Okay, that was enough excitement for one game. Jake waved one hand to Julian. He intended to tell him no more passes! He thought maybe Julian misinterpreted the message. Because next thing he knew, the ball was coming right back. Surprising even (maybe especially) himself, for the third times in a row, Jake caught it. Jake didn't even know he could catch so well (he didn't usually play many games involving balls). Had dueling helped his reflexes that much? When did he even learn to catch? Before anybody could target him he darted back towards the goalposts.

Then it happened again. And again! By the fifth time, Jake couldn't help but grin, feeling like quite a Quidditch star. Each time there was the momentary terror of having to catch the ball, washed away by the shock that he had actually caught it, and then washed away by the unexpected triumph of throwing it in the (admittedly unguarded) goal. Was he actually doing good at this? He never would have thought he would be good at this. Was this why people liked sports?

It was only then that Jake remembered that he had had one job.

It was not this one.

Oops.

But at least they were winning, right?

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interacting: @Katherine Felix, @Raphael Aveline, @Kiyoshi Sato

Sato responded slowly to Quentin's encouragement, but it sounded like more a language barrier than a confidence deficit. He knew the feeling when it came to English. "No problem, cap, a good game it will be." He gave the younger boy's shoulder a final shake.

As they prepared to take off, one captain in the stands and other with them, Kit essentially gave her blessing for Raphael to take up a beater bat along with Quentin. Raphael even quipped that Quentin should be worried about his job security. The sweet Beauxbatons boy always had a trouble committing to too much trash talk, even though it was the most sportsmanlike way to play Quidditch. Instead, he gave Raphael one of his sheepish grins and declared, "If you can handle the heat any better, I'd gladly give you my bat." Raphael was an amazing player, and Quentin expected that versatility would be one his strong suits.

But maybe that's what was on the other team's mind, too. Because as soon as they were in the open air, there was a full assault on the new Beauxbatons beater. First, Raphael sent a bludger toward one of the enemy beaters, but he was able to send it back toward the Raphael. Quentin urged his broom forward, intercepted, and sent it careening toward the other smaller beater. It made a deafening crack, but she was still on her broom. Unfortunately, Quentin turned his attention back toward the chasers, in case they needed some assistance from rogue bludgers, and when he looked back, both the enemy beaters were lining up another assault. Quentin was a second too slow.

Bam! Raphael was broomless and possibly conscious-less—thank god for Kit, she grabbed him—and luckily he looked brusied, dazed, confused, beaten, but he wasn't out.

"You're alive! Now that's one of hell of a beater introduction! Now see, they made a mistake letting two Beauxbatons share a broom! We'll show them!"

Action: as strategized

Stats: sta: 15 | eva: 8 | str: 15 19 | wis: 5 | arc: 6 | acc: 15
Broom: Firebolt (+4 to strength)

Reducio

In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice at disadvantage (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself). Ricochet damage is 75% of the original hit.

Abilities: Calming Presence (active on all allies) | Muggle Condition | Fearless | Lovely Creature

After Silas sent a hand gesture full of love her way, before shoving her away, her laugh turned into a full cackle of joy, returning the gesture. Oonagh had then went off to do her thing and actually teamed up with the other beater during the opening round, to wreak some fun havoc. She had met him before during other games, but never actually had him be on the same team as her - different schools and all - but this was altogether pretty exciting in itself. Now however the both of them flew in unison and both their bats connected with the bludger at the same time, sending it off to actually hit one of the opponent players.

The player dropped, but sadly was caught but she would still count this as a success!

As Silas however horrendously failed, she started laughing loudly once more, pointing toward her friend, "Did ye really jus' no manage at all?! WHIT AE-,"

AND WHAM- !

A bludger knocked the wind out of her lungs and almost flung her off her broom entirely. She seethed as the pain made her almost incapable to hold on. Usually this was the point in the game where she just fully went unconscious and woke up in the hospital wing hours later.

Well guess now she knew how it actually felt to be hit with a beater and hang on to the broom afterwards...

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Date: 09/28/25 | Outfit: Quidditch Uniform | CC: #1f5cc6 | Words: 204 | Graphic by Oonagh Brown
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Landon tried to focus while he took his penalty lap, trying to take it quickly but also pay close attention to what was going on in the match. He couldn't argue that his mistake didn't deserve a penalty. He had done it, even if he wasn't trying to actively knock someone off their broom, so he deserved the punishment. But that didn't mean he had to like it. He could be helping his team instead of doing the penalty lap.

He felt especially guilty when people started to get knocked off their brooms. Even when the other team members got knocked off, he felt a little bad, but he just wanted to be a good team player so he was more focused on his own team. Still, he worried about everyone who fell, even though he knew they would all be okay. It always just looked like a hard fall. Landon was lucky that, so far, he had never been knocked off his broom during a match.

Completing his penalty lap, Landon turned and started to get back into the game. He made sure to pay better attention this time, not wanting to make any mistakes. He focused, preparing himself for the next task.

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Louca raised his eyebrows at the comment one of his benchmates made, @Mamori Anezaki. Shrugging, he said “Better than just sitting and waiting around for my chance. Usually, I’m already up there and flying around.” He had no interest in being engaged in an argument, but he also wasn’t one to avoid conflict if it were to happen, and he definitely wasn’t one to remain entirely silent.

Focusing back on the match, he stamped his feet a bit, deciding he was warm enough not to be jumping around for the moment. He reacted accordingly whenever anything happened in the air, or at least what he could spot from here. It seemed a bit bloodthirsty up there, and he was sure that more fouls would likely be coming soon, given the heated actions going on. Tempers were always quick to flare, and he could admit that at times that happened to him. It was all part of the game. By the end they were down two beaters, and their keeper and one chaser was riding with other players. But on the other hand, more players on the other team had been taken out. Now if only they could get some points on the board, or even spot or catch the snitch. They were in a decent position now.
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Statistics, Abilities and Broom

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 7 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 12

Fearless | Rapid Reviver | Chaser’s Interception | Charmer | Evasive Maneuvers

Nimbus 1700 (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 wisdom, +1 strength)

“Oh,” Nicholas mused, as he watched both young Oonagh Brown and the Japanese boy get knocked from their brooms. Idly, he scratched at the beginnings of growth at his chin, lazily grabbing the broom he had borrowed for the purposes of the scrimmage and making his way up and off the bench, “I suppose that’s me up then.”

The languid Ulsterman stifled a yawn, rolled his neck, and summoned the well of excitement that came from competition. The beater’s stick was foreign in his hands, a tool of a position that he was not used to, a sport that he had loved as a boy but grown distant from. He was out of practice, he was hardly at one with the movements of his team, but the desire to win welled within his core like a fire. It did not matter if he was coming off of the bench, nor if he did not hold any particular loyalty for the purple robes he wore, he was going to go out there and win.

Nicholas McCowan, mounted his broom, and allowed his dark eyes to darken even further. Let what come, come, if he could do at least something to damage the opponents and break their team forward from the hole they seemed to be in, he would do it. Let fly the bludgers, he didn’t fear the child they sent against him as his counterpart.

STA: 15+2 | EVA: 10 | STR: 15+4 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 15+4
Broom: Oakshaft 79 (+4 ACC | +4 STR)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant +2 Stamina | Fearless | Evasive Maneuvers | Evasive Maneuvers II