Hogwarts Summer Camp Capture the Base

Playing as Ilvermorny iNPC Phylicia Stanwood

Phyllis was going for the third base. No one was there and no one else seemed to be going for it either, meaning it would be an easy win. But that was the problem: there was no rush getting there, no competition to hold her interest. And... well, she got distracted. There was action in other places and she wanted to watch it.

It occurred to her she'd stopped running entirely and had still not claimed base 3. But what could she say? The action at base 7 was just so much more interesting! "Yeah, Iris!" she cheered as the older girl beat out the other two students.

Time was running out and frankly Phyllis hadn't had nearly fun enough of a time. Guarding the base had been okay, but stealing bases was so much more fun. Spotting another boy heading towards the third base as well, she resumed her sprint. It was a footrace between the two of them, a dash for victory. Well, not really victory since Ilvermorny couldn't exactly win with it's sole base. Lucky for her then that having fun counted as winning.

Action | Stealing Base #3

Stats | 9Sta, 6Eva, 9Str, 5Wis, 2AP, 10Acc
Abilities | Fearless, Calming Presence
Calming Presence in effect on all Ilvermorny players

As Karilyna stood with crossed arms, eyes slitted against the glaring summer sunlight flooding the field and her vision, her foot began to tap impatiently. The game was dragging on, action lessening drastically by the minute, and Ilvermorny had lost their lead. For her, the game had begun shakily, losing and gaining bases left and right in the chaos of children not yet exerted - until she'd finally taken this sixth base, with little to no challengers for quite a while now. Now, base six was one of the only ones to remain in Ilvermorny's possession for more than one round - a few of the others had likely seen swaths of maroon, gold, and blue all in the span of time she had simply been standing around, passively surveying the action whirling around her.

Really, she shouldn't have minded. She probably ought to be glad - proud, even - that she, a tiny child of 4'5" had held on to a base for not that long, really so long, but there was a sense of dissatisfaction twisting her lips into a light frown, keeping the sparkle from her eyes. She'd come to run, to play hard, not sit around - if she had, staying in her tent would probably have been a better option. So in a typical split-second decision, Karilyna turned her back on her beloved base, running off in the hope that the others wouldn't notice her absence, and therefore that the flag marking it as Ilvermorny's would remain.

As usual, the Thunderbird would probably regret her decision.

Of course she would. Mere moments after she'd left base six behind, finally running free while scanning the next tent she'd target, it was approached by another player. A Durmstrang one, from the looks of it. Skidding to a halt in the middle of the grassy field, kicking up a small spray of dirt, she frowned, teeth gritted as the flag was swapped easily, her mistake in leaving taken advantage of. This couldn't do. Ilvermorny's team consisted of only four players - four kids who were no doubt beginning to tire under the glaring sunlight - and Karilyna wouldn't let herself let the team down.

Still, she had to be smart. Eyes narrowed, she scanned the playing field, hoping that enough players would now be idle to leave her an easy path. It was rather pathetic, the fact that she depended on the failures of others for a chance of success, but she was just a single tiny girl, part of the smallest team, and it was likely her best hope. Only a moment had passed, indecision rooting her feet to the ground as the others passed by, making their own move, and she was off, racing towards base one.

With time dwindling, even her success probably wouldn't be able to make Ilvermorny the victor, but for now, she just had to get her crimson flag up into the first base's rafters. That was where it belonged, after all.

Roleplaying as iNPC Vita Sýkora
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Vita hissed in annoyance. She’d missed out on a round again. Which, to be frank, was annoying as hell.

However, there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel of her tightly gripped fists and grinding teeth: it was the last round! And, on top of that, a lot of the players seemed to be way less motivated than in the beginning. The game almost felt sparsely populated now. People everywhere unfocused, unmotivated.

But not Vita. She surveyed the playing field with fierce precision. Searching, watching, waiting for her chance. At first it looked as if she’d struggle to snag a base. But then, as the wind caught her hair and whipped it against her check, she grinned. There, at the end of the field, was a red flag fluttering in the breeze totally unguarded... for now.

Spreading her lips into a malicious smile, Vita started to run. The burn in her thighs was a welcome focus point for her rapid thoughts. She’d always been competitive, but now she wondered if it was nature or nurture. Her father’s fighting or her mother’s selfish blood in her veins.

Vita shook her head to dispel any angry thoughts. She’d learnt early on in her martial arts training that rage did not lead to victory. In fact, sometimes it even hindered it. That was something that her mother had never understood. She’d always had a fire inside of her, a need to chase the guilty in order to try and dispel her own ineradicable sin. It was a fire that burned bright, was beautiful in such a fictitious way because, in reality, it was a burning wall that separated her from her family. And Vita hated it.

She vowed then, there in that game, that no matter who won, whose coloured flag floated on the breeze, she would appreciate the people around her for their fight, their fun and their effort.

Durmstrang winning would just be a cherry on the cake... but don’t tell anyone she thought that.

Action: Attempting to claim base 7

STATISTICS AND ABILITIES:

Stamina: 7
Evasion: 4
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 10
Accuracy: 6

FIRST YEAR: MARTIAL ARTIST

SECOND YEAR: ADVANCED CASTING

Reducio

Note: All Russian will be in italics

Okay so their exhaustion catching up on them. Cash took out the dark shade that protect their eyes from the harsh sunlight up in the air. They swipe their running sweat with the sleeve of their shirt. "Santo infierno! que calor hace (holy hell! it is so hot)"Cash fanned out themselves with their hand.

Hoping the wind will breeze out so they could cool themselves down a bit. Cash then took a deep breath and look at their surrounding. Cash had missed another round which they glad for it. They need a breather with how much they run around under the sun. The field look a bit barren now than the first time this game began.

Cash stood up from their prison and took one last big breath and they run. This is it. The last one. The burning in their lung and thighs drive them to run faster. Their physique definitely exhausted. After this game ended, Cash definitely will submerged their body in cool water to relax their sore muscles. "One last time"Cash panted out.

The back of their light blue shit are soaked now, contrast to their front side. They put on their dark shades again and run. Holding a gold banner on their hand. They run as they might. "This better be worth it. I am so tired"The green eyes huffed into the air and eying one of the base to claimed for Hogwarts one last time.

Action : Attempting to capture Base IV for Hogwarts
Stats : Stamina - 6 | Evasion - 4 | Strength - 6 | Wisdom - 4 | Arcane Power - 4 | Accuracy - 6
Ability : Not Applicable

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