Fall Games Quidditch: Gryffindor v Slytherin

INTERACTING WITH: @Piérre Marchonné
MENTIONING: the game in general

Bugling wind sounded the height of the chase as it whipped and twisted Evelynn's sodden uniform. Trailing after that hopeful glimmer of gold and silver, it wasn't long before she stopped cursing the rain. Perhaps she ought to be thanking it, even. If not for it, it could very well have been the case that a vermillion-clad and frigid-footed boy may have been contesting her for the lead at this very moment. As it happened, however, it was just her. Her and the snitch that inched closer with every dip and sharp turn. She was gaining on it. But not quickly enough.

"Aden!" The shout ripped itself from her lips, nearly to be drowned in the rain that assaulted its arrival. "ADEN!" She needed a little extra. Something to give her just a little bit of an edge to help close the distance, and after the impromptu stunt that she had performed last year with the help of one MacAllister and her cowboy saviour, she'd practiced just such a technique. "GIVE ME YOUR HAND!"

She needed but veer only slightly towards Gryffindor's novice beater, hand already outstretched ready to grasp hold tightly. With the weather as it was, and her gloves slick with rainwater, Evelynn honestly wasn't exactly sure if the girl would have been up for the task especially as practice with her, specifically, would have been minimal at best. Nonetheless, the redhead soon found herself alley-ooped as requested.

But it wasn't quite enough. Although it was even nearer now than it had been, the snitch was still too far ahead. Still out of reach. The pang in Evelynn's core grew to match the pounding of her heart as it drummed a rhythm to match the symphony of the elements. The rest of the game blurred with her desire, her focus training in on that one little ball that could clinch them the win. But that was her mistake. As her full attention honed in on the one hundred and fifty point flight, it pulled away from the very real dangers that had grown interested in her progress.

What came first, she hadn't the faintest idea. One moment, Evelynn was speeding after the devilish little metal orb, and the next, she'd forgotten how to breathe as a splitting pain exploded across one side of her body and through her opposite shoulder. A shriek of surprise and agony tore from her lips as ground and sky danced in a dizzying display until it choked off with the settling of her stomach in her throat. Her uniform whipping and tangling in her spiralling descent and the very real fear of a hard ground rushing up to meet her erased any thoughts she might have had in analyzing the reverse trajectory of an iron ball or the identity of the blonde that had collided with her.

Just like last time, however, it wouldn't be the ground that caught her, nor the cushioning effect of spell. Instead, nearly as quickly as she had been unseated in the first place, Evelynn would find herself safely pulled to the back of a broom. Only this time, it was Pierre instead of Woodward.

"T-thanks," Evelynn muttered quietly, one hand wrapping around Pierre's middle while the other braced against her side in a vain attempt to stave off the pain. In a way, the tempered agony served to clear her thoughts, to remind her of the cost she paid to play her position and the reason attached to it. "THERE!" She insisted, lifting her hand just enough to point out the hint of the snitch that had gained a decent lead in the midst of her strife. "GO!"

Action: Doing as strategized

Statistics: ‎ ‏‏‎‎ ‎ STA | 7 (10)‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ STR | 2‏‏‎ (5)‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ EVA | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ WIS | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ARC | 2‏‏‎ (5) ‎ ‎ ACC | 10 (13)
Abilities: Keen Eye, Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow Riding with Pierre

Interacting with @Evelynn Decipio
Mentioning @Alexx Séverin | @Piérre Marchonné | @Rafael D'Spacito | @Alan Vanes | Gryff team in general | Slytherin team in general

For Moderation:
Position: First String Chaser
Action: Doing as strategized
Health: 800/800
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence
Stats: Stamina 5 (8) | Evasion 10 (13) | Strength 5 (8) | Wisdom 9 (12) | Arcane Power 10 (13) | Accuracy 6 (9)

It was a good thing that Ana was already watching Decipio. If she hadn't there was no way she would have caught the redhead in time. That same Slytherin from before struck again, knocking both Piérre and Evelynn off the broom. Somehow, Professor Jemari missed it again! Ana was more than a little irritated, seeing as she and Rafa had both been given penalty laps for merely attempting to blatch, and here this girl was repeatedly doing it successfully without any reprecussions. If Ana had more time to contemplate it, she would have probably rather admired the Slytherin's skill, but her focus was already on her falling teammates.

She felt mildly guilty for going straight for Evelynn, but a quick glance told her that Alan had managed to save Pierre from plummeting to the ground.

In what she, in her not so humble opinion, considered a quite impressive bit of flying, she shot across the pitch, diving to catch the other girl within moments of her falling off the broom. In normal weather, that would have been at least a little awe-inspiring, but in the rain, Ana considered it near god-tier.

There were many witty comments that flashed through her mind, but none that she opted to share with the seeker. They had a job to do, and Ana would save her hilarious remarks for later. "Where is it?" she called, shooting a quick glance at Evelynn. She didn't imagine being tossed about and caught as though she were a Quaffle rather than a player was helping the Seeker get the Snitch, but hopefully, she wasn't too shaken.

Stats
Stamina: 8 (+3 silver arrow) = 11
Evasion: 10 (+3 silver arrow) = 13
Strength: 15 (+3 silver arrow) = 18
Wisdom: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Arcane Power: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Accuracy: 7 (+3 silver arrow) = 10

Broom: Silver Arrow +3 all stats, twink broom.

Abilities:
Part Veela:
Alluring 10% chance that an attack against her will target an unintended target.
Scream: N/a
Fearless: Immune to fear effects.
Evasive Maneuvers: 10% auto dodge.

Action: whatever she is told to do.

Nico wasn't sure what was happening in her opponents team as they had started to use an entirely different strategy than she was used to seeing in an enemy team. Litteraly no one from their side was chasing the Quaffle. For a moment Nico felt hesitant, as if maybe this was some sort of sick trap. It stopped her from catching the ball the first time. Were they trying to lure her out? Making her think she was safe from any blatching, but... no. Both the Chasers and Keeper were gone.

Glancing over her shoulder, having caught the Quaffle a second time, Nico finally took some time to notice what had been going on, in more depth. One of their Chasers had caught some of their teammates as Slytherin was attack more agressively. The redhead felt abit sorry for Gryffindor. Almost guilty. Her sympathy with her own team hadn't been high up for a while now.

But that wasn't important now... Turning her focus back in the game, she knew she was a key element for her team now. This wasn't just about her House anymore. It was about her. As there hadn't been any whistles yet or announcements about the red Seeker finding the Snitch, there was still time...

Even though it was so easy.. Even though there was no one there to stop her. The dhampir would make her goals spectacular. Her icecold gaze almost seemed to glow as she used her full might to toss the quaffle in the ring as if her life depended on it. It went in with such grace, the crowd went wild. Her cheeks flushed red as she wooped out in excitement. Zooming back to fetch the next Quaffle, Nico zigzagged with utter precision by anyone who would even think of crossing her path. 'HYAH!'
As if going she was back on the training field, practicing her swing, Nico growled, letting the Quaffle woosh in the next points hard.

Even though the rest of her teammates were having a rough time, atleast her points could keep their hopes up high. Things weren't over yet.

Action : Doing as Strategized

Doing as Strategized.

@Evelynn Decipio, @Kyle DeRook, & @Alan Vanes

Flyflyflyflyflyflyfly... That was all that the Britalian could think about. Fly Luciana, save Eevee, and then catch that elusive Snitch! Catch it, and the game would be won! Catch it and Piérre could finally retreat into the comfort of his team's warm embrace, check up on Gris, apologize desperately with every fiber of his being, and hopefully get a good night's sleep.

Well, that was the ideal plan. Alas, life never goes as planned, and Piérre knew this fact firsthand, dipping and dodging rain and anything that could become a threat to his and his precious cargo. Gaining height and nodding at Eevee's instructions, smiling a bit at her thank you, Piérre finally engaged in a steep plummet, aiming directly for the Snitch....

And then whizzing by it without a touch. Piérre wasn't entirely sure how or why they had missed the ball. Perhaps it had just barely zig-zagged out of reach... or maybe it was because his own hand had raised in an attempt to catch it instead of Eevee. Going against what he had been taught as a Keeper. Perhaps that had been the reason why they had missed. Still, even with his huge mistake in mind, Piérre couldn't help but huff at the unfairness. Weren't two hands better than one?

Unfortunately, Piérre didn't have time to reminisce on the failure, and just as he was about to apologize to Eevee for everything, WHAM!

Suddenly he was in freefall.

Many people, Piérre knew, felt fear when they were hit hard in the side or head on with a bludger... for the Britalian, all he felt was giddiness. He was falling! It was almost like flying, were it not for the stinging pain in his side, and despite himself, the boy was grinning like a village idiot, closing his eyes and imagining that he was soaring above the clouds. Man, wouldn't it be pretty up there? Eevee was caught, and that was fine. They wouldn't miss the Keeper too much. He had done nothing but useless things thus far.

He was caught. Opening his eyes, Piérre gasped at Alan, the new Gryffindor Chaser! "Hi Alan!" He chirped, hugging him for both emotional sake and for grip's sake. "Thank you!"

There wasn't long for celebration quite yet, though, for the largest Slytherin beater was upon Piérre and his savior, aiming an iron ball their way. "ALAN! THERE!" Piérre pointed, shouting at the top of his lungs. With a movement of his own to guide Alan, he halfway dropped himself from the broom, attempting to guide the Chaser away. It wasn't often that Chasers were targeted...

Unless Piérre himself was the target.

Now that was an interesting thought. That the Keeper merited more worth to knock out of the game than the Seeker...

"THERE YOU GO KYLE! SIC 'EM!" Piérre watched as Kyle hit the bludger... and missed Dan. Darn. Well, next round was about to unfold. "Let's go get them, Alan! Alanérre! What a combro!" Piérre was laughing the whole time as they performed their next action.

Doing as Strategized

Statistics, Abilities, & Broom

Reducio

Stamina 3 | Strength 3 | Evasion 10
Wisdom 10 | Accuracy 10 | ArcPower 5

Keen Eye
10% Chance to Spot Snitch or 25% Chance to Spot something important
Calming Presence
10% Auto-Hit rate Ally: Team GRYFFINDOR!

Broom-- Moontrimmer (Luciana); +3 to two stats (Gryffindor Locker Room), 10% Auto-Dodge rate
Sharing a broom with Alan to become Alanérre!

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentioning: @Evelynn Decipio • @Anastasia Beckett
Hex Color: #800000

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Evelynn had been knocked again.

The wind whipping past his tiny second-year figure and the sun shining antagonizingly in his eyes, Rafael couldn’t help the swear words that escaped from his lips in that moment, his pupils narrowed as he haphazardly wiped the sweat beading at his forehead with his free arm. In the midst of the harrowing events of the game, the young Captain would find relief in the sudden appearance of his best friend – Anastasia’s decision to rescue Evelynn, though he predicted would most definitely prove a threat to her health, would surely benefit the team in the long run. “She is a damned good flyer,” he would note aloud, a small grin creeping onto his face. She hadn’t been lying at all about that much. Could probably fly laps around him, though he’d never admit it to her face – that aside, the Captain was beginning to grow sick and tired of spectating the events of the game. Having finally escaped the confines of his penalty lap, his gaze would flit about the field, chocolate pupils scanning for availability or a break in the other team’s defense, any opportunity to help his team. After all, he was the free agent at the moment – his eyes catching an impending turn of events, he would focus his sights once more, his grip on his broom tightening evermore as he leaned forward in control determination. It was time for action – no more thought, no more assessing, just action.

And maybe a little luck.

Action • Doing As Strategized

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STAM | 10 EVA | 5 STR | 10

WIS | 4 ARC | 2 ACC | 10

────────────────────────────── Interception | When a Quaffle is being passed, users with this ability automatically get a chance to Intercept the quaffle. This does not replace their normal action for the round. This puts the quaffle in your and by extension your teams' possession. Also, if the Quaffle is dropped for any reason, you would automatically (without it taking up an action) attempt another Quafflegrab. At present there would be no mid-round way to drop a quaffle due to the order of operations, however there will be certain effects in future patches that can cause this effect. [Bodyblow? Keeper Pass?]──────────────────────────────

Broom | Nimbus 1700 [Stats Added]

Position | Chaser [FS]

Koko was nearly a spectator now. She was leaning forward on her hands, putting her weight on the front of her broom, and she watched Nico with a grin as the redhead scored. "Nicooooooo!" she cheered, "That's right!"

It was obvious what her teammates were trying to do, and Koko raised a single eyebrow. As the Keeper, she didn't feel quite useful, especially now that everyone else was getting in on the action. Koko barely held back from crossing her arms over her chest as rain splashed in her eyes, and she blinked it out of her eyelashes hurriedly.

Well, she'd have to see to be useful at all, wouldn't she?

Action: As Strategised

Reducio

Stats:
Stamina: 18
Strength: 6
Evasion: 9
ArcPower: 8
Accuracy: 9
Wisdom: 9

Broom: Silver Arrow (stats added above)

Abilities:
Part Veela Alluring: 10% chance an opponent will attack someone on their own team instead of you
Evasive Maneuvers: 10% auto dodge
Part Veela Scream: N/A afaik?