Quidditch Game Gryffindor v Ravenclaw

Interacting with: N/A
Mentioning: Team Gryffindor (:

Yes! Twenty more points for Gryffindor!
Akari smiled proudly to herself as she continued watching the game’s progress, all the while just as engaged as the very first second of the game. She shifted back and forth eagerly trying to find the perfect angle to look in to be able to catch every little detail and move from the players. Even though it is quite impossible for one’s gaze to be everywhere at the same time, she didn’t care, she was determined to not miss a thing.

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Action: Benched

Position: Second String Keeper
Broom: School Broom
Abilities: Charmer
Stats: Stamina: 5 - Evasion: 9 - Strength: 5 - Wisdom: 4 - Arcane Power: 7 - Accuracy: 5

Action: Sitting on bench
Broom: Shooting star (+1 evasion and +1 stamina)
Stats: Stamina-8(9) | Evasion-4(5) | Strength-6 | Wisdom-2 |Arc Power- 4 | Accuracy-6 |
Race/Abilities: Werewolf
Health: 900

Things are going great, but there's still a lot of match left, right? Paisley thought to herself. Now that she thought about it, there was no telling how long a match would be. It was all up to the seeker. I wonder what happens if we win? She wondered, and enjoyed speculating on it for a moment. It would not only be the team's first game with her on it, but their first big win as well! She cheered extra loud next time it was necessary, just to show her enthusiasm, and continued to watch the game intently.

This is fun, even when I'm not in the game! She thought, and imagined what it would be like to be flying through the air, all eyes on you, the whole team counting on your every move. The thought made her squirm uncomfortably, but at the same time it was thrilling. She decided, in the end, she was content where she was on the bench, at least for now. If she was needed, though, she'd be ready.

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Interacting With: @Rafael D'Spacito | @Evelynn Decipio
Mentioning: Alan
Hex Color: #0080FF
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For Moderation:

Position: First String Chaser
Action: Do 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 7 (10)

The lions were making quick work of their opponents. Alan had managed to earn 20 more points. Still, she kept her focus on Evelynn. She'd definitely spotted the snitch, based on her flight patterns, so keeping her in the game was crucial.

It was a good thing she was ready because Evelynn was rather unceremoniously blatched from her broom. Ana dove after her, her heart racing. There was no way she could make it to the Seeker before she hit the ground. She cursed herself mentally. She'd had but one job and she was failing miserably at it. Fortunately for Ana, she didn't need to make it there in time. Rafa had evidently been much closer and had saved the falling ginger. His eye roll and the slight shake of his head made her chuckle slightly. Ana's feelings about the girl were complicated and somewhat confusing, but she could at least tolerate her most of the time. Rafa on the other hand...

Ana couldn't make out anything that either captain said, but it was obvious they were bickering as they nearly always did. Honestly, the pair was incapable of being remotely cordial. Normally, Ana would have sided with Rafa, but at the moment, she rather wanted to smack them both. "Get a bloody room!" she shouted as they flew and bickered, her words preceded by a rather impressive wolf-whistle.

Teasing completed, Ana turned her focus back to finishing up the game.

Apparently he was just getting started. This time his team was fully relying on him to get some points for the team as Rafael lay low in order to play lifeguard which happened to be needed when he saw a bludger rushing towards Eve and knocking the girl off her broom, Alan had to cringe but shook his head in order to focus his mind on the quaffle instead and he managed to score two more goals. A girl from the other team nearly had scored a goal as well but for some reason she seemed to freeze before actually throwing the quaffle and just... dropped it? Alan's gaze would search for Rafael and Eve, watching them bicker, bemused at his captains as he waited for instructions or something to do as the game went on.

Silver Arrow
+3 to every stat

Merlin, if the Ravenclaws won this Quidditch match, she was never letting the Gryffindors live it down. The Lions had the upper hand in almost everything that mattered. They had more players, more points, and were closer to nabbing the snitch— an unfortunate development that Cecily had actually felt hopeful about for a moment before a bludger straight from a lion's bat collided with River and Lavinia, followed quickly by another. Cecily felt her first victory of the Quiddtitch season slipping through her fingers as the two were sent crashing to the ground with not even a spare Eagle left to catch one of them on their way down. The Ravenclaw Quiddtcitch players were tough, she knew, and magic could easily fix up those that took a tumble, but Cecily was still pretty sure that a fall from such a height was damn painful.

Luckily, she had yet to have the misfortune of being knocked from her own broom. Of all her time on the Quiddctcitch team, she had always managed to fly under the radar of the opposing team. She wasn't sure whether she should be insulted or grateful that she had never been a target of a bludger or a blatch. With the state of her team now, though, it seemed likely that her moment was coming. If nothing else, the lack of choices for Gryffindor left a high probability of a target on her back.

The match was spiraling out of control, but Cecily wasn't about to let it slip away. They needed a Hail Mary. They needed to pull an ace out of their sleeve, something to knock the Gryffindor players down a notch. From the air, though, Cecily couldn't think. So focused was she on the Quiddctcidtch match that she barely noticed the voice of her co-captain find her ears from far below. Thank Merlin for Sylvain, she realised, as she heard the words. While she was killing herself up in the air, the younger boy was certainly pulling his weight from the bench, shouting out a play that hadn't even crossed Cecily's mind. It was insane, it was risky. Surely Sylvain had weighed the pros and cons-- not that there were many to weigh. The Ravenclaws had nothing to lose. Order 66. Cecily never thought that it would come to this.

But then, such was the nature of Quiddctcidttch. And, down as they were in players and luck, they were far from down in spirit. And as long as they had hope, they had a shot.

Cecily took a deep breath, recovering from her somewhat humiliating failure at scoring with the Quaffle. It was right there, wide open. She had raced towards the hoops, nothing but open air-- and then she missed, a shiver sent down her spine, eyes boring into the back of her skull. She, a Ravenclaw Quiddctcitdttch player of four years, missed wide open hoops. How could she.

Yet, with a blink, Cecily pushed it out of her mind. There was no changing the past, only the future. And she could see, in her future, a Quiddctcitdttdch victory. It all came down to this. Her next move, her next shot. It came down to executing Order 66. She was scared, she was nervous. She narrowed her eyes. She was ready.

ACTION: doing as strategised
HEALTH: 1000/1000

STATS:
sta: 7 + 3 = 10 | eva: 8 + 3 = 11 | str: 8 + 3 = 11 | wis: 8 + 3 = 11 | arcp: 4 + 3 = 7 | acc: 11 + 3 = 14
RACE & ABILITIES:
Metamorphmagus (Skilled Transfigurer), Sixth Sense [NONE APPLICABLE]
BROOM:
Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats]

There was an unbelievable jolt of excitement that pierced through Bloom. Adrenaline was running high. The tactic that they planned had worked. Bloom, alongside her teammate, had brought the opposing player nearly to the ground. Although there was some form of guilt in having someone off their broom, the feeling of playing was kicking in. Bloom now understood why some people feed off of Quidditch. While she was still nervous, Bloom was gaining some confidence in her technique.

Taking a deep breath. Bloom went back to her position, ready for the next round.

Action: Doing as strategized
Stats: Stamina: 12 / Evasion: 10 / Strength: 8 / Wisdom: 8 / ArcPower: 6 / Accuracy: 6
Abilities: None
Broom: Comet 180([+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina] from broom not added)