Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

The Blossom Ball.

Something about The Blossom Ball made him think about Spring - with it's renewed awakening of nature where pops of color appear after a long winter's slumber. Life begins again. The hills and valleys reel with living and new life begins through God's wonders.

Simon had seen the invitations scattered around the Castle and caught hint of the theme for the Hogwarts dance, but something still didn't prepare him for what he found as he stood in the Courtyard, waiting for the arrival of his date. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there - quite the contrary as he stood in great anticipation. She would look fantastic. She always did.

The sun had already dipped below the tall stone walls of the Courtyard, and for that he was grateful. Ever since he gained knowledge of what he was, it seemed that his condition was affected more so than ever - or perhaps he was just more aware. He listened to the music, it was soft and sorrowful, complimenting the moment.

When thinking of the theme of the Ball, with all the myths and legends, the thought of the Underworld didn't seem to really align with his thoughts on a dance, but then again, Spring was a time where life begins again and life couldn't begin again without darkness. This Underworld didn't need to be perceived as a terrifying place, but rather than a source of growth, life, rebirth - in a peaceful sort of blackness.

Looking around, he saw something fill a corner of that blackness, some sort of sapphire light, flickering in the distance. It caught his attention and he glanced around for his date but in not seeing her, slowly headed closer to the light's source.

|Action|
- Waiting for his date, @Haley Rose and curiously walking toward the blue flames

|Stats and Abilities|
Stamina - 5 || Evasion - 4 || Strength - 7 || Wisdom - 5 || Arcane Power - 4 || Accuracy - 5

|| Race: dhampir|

People come and go, either to the spring area for some fresh air, or to the trials to prove their worthiness and impress their dates. The glistening drink fountain got more attention from people. But, you better watch your surrounding before taking a sip on the inviting yet enigmatic liquid to give your dry throat nice hydration.

Each drop of the liquid will make you feel disoriented. Time and place would not matter anymore, you could even forget your identity. The first sudden mass amnesia folks containing the flaming hot cheetos, Arjan Oberoi@Serena Towers, the cheddar jalapeno cheetos, Luka Volkov@Kazuo Shimada, the other cheetos, Rudolf Nokinov@Adam Harrington and Samantha Salwis, has come to an end. Here we have our second batch of the amnestic syndrome. The nervous Koldovstoretz student, Maksim Preobrazhensky, had a drink to calm his nerve but surely will not work nonetheless, then followed by the lovely Evelynn Decipio who just want to quenched herself after the tiring hero trials but ended up in this unfortunate doom.

This will last for one round, you are forgetful and unable to remember any spell

You are enraged, the drink seemed to make your blood boiled for undetermined reason. While the first mad club consisted of @Falentra Black, @Opeila Winters, Violet Carrington, @Aspen Summers, and the only Beaubaxton student, Opheile Moore@Rhea Miller finally died down, the irritability finally spread more internationally as a Durmstrang and Koldovstoretz student, Jan Aalberg and Irina Afanasfeya joining in the flame.

This will last for one round. You are reckless and angry, ready to explode any seconds. You have an advantage when performing any violent action.

The poor Russian student, Anastasia Prokovdine rolled back and forth, whimpered in fear while her two not so prince charming (Luka is) tried to calm her down, while Vivian Fletcher could not stop her urge to sing on top of her lung like a dying ferret. She pushed the grumpy Violet Carrington, sat on her back, and screamed at her, what a rude kid.

Violet’s HP :
600- 6% (vivian’s strength) = 564/600

They will come back to their normal self in no time.

Curiosity sometimes will lead you to a catastrophe. Both Galton Lansdale or the grease cosplayer and Hugh Lowe who either challenged themselves to drink all of the punches in one gulp or pure thirst because they haven’t drink any liquid for a week straight will experience the forgetfulness, befuddlement, and insanity at once. Will they survive the madness?

You are forgetful, angry, and scared at the same time. You won’t be able to cast any spell.

On the other hand, some people had a really high luck in this situation. Lily Cawthi and Maximilien de Fostoncy looked as sober as they were before sipping the mysterious drink.

Perhaps they can cause a chaos in a different way

While some of the quarrels of the previous scene had moved to the spring area, hopefully to get the light of epiphany in their love life. The beautiful photographs of @Levi Drakos, @Mathias Pride, and Nikita Lebedev@Paige Grant will be framed all over the caretaker’s office for anyone to admire. Those who stayed in the underworld had to witness yet another violence.

Violet Carrington, as grumpy as she was, combined with the influence of the befuddlement draught turned on her full rage mode and threw her silver slipper to Rodion Makarovich, her date, who was busy glaring at the happy Russian couple, Luka Volkov and Anastasia Prokovdine.

Violet Accuracy :
12 + 8 - 1 (rodion’s charm) + 2 (advantage from the drink) = 21
Rodion Evasion :
7 + 5 = 12
Rodion’s HP :
700 – 1% = 693/700

Too bad, even his charm could not save him from the flying heels. He had to live with that nasty heels shaped bruise on his beautiful face for the rest of the night, or perhaps a week.

With the wild scene played in the background, people had not noticed how @Thomas LeStrange acted a little strange. Why would he bring his own drink when there are so many refreshing punches waiting to be indulged? It seemed like @Flash Holmwood more interested in Le Normal drink that LeStrange offered.
Lurking in the darkness, @Selim Faust, the underworld mascot who got harassed by the bouncer finally had a lovely coffee party in the darkness accompanied by @Kaegen Deathmote

Summary

Maksim Preobrazhensky@Ami Procoppio and @Evelynn Decipio are under the forgetfulness potion
Jan Aalberg@Elena Jangleton and Irina Afanasfeya@Lavinia Cloven are under the befuddlement draught
@Galton Lansdale and @Hugh Lowe are under all effects
@Lily Cawthi and Maximilien de Fostoncy@Lindsey Springhall are fine
@Violet Carrington's HP -> 564/600
Rodion Makarovich's HP -> 693/700 plus a high heel shaped bruise on his face

First Mod Post

Today was the day - today was the Blossom Ball and it would be the second ball Haley would experience here at Hogwarts and she couldn't deny it she was more than excited. It was busy again here at Hogwarts, since the students from the other schools had arrived everything felt more chaotic but not in a negative way. The corridors were full, new faces were everywhere and it seemed like everyone was enjoying their time and making new friends. Haley was very excited about the evening and the excitement was spreading through her whole body, but she was even more looking forward to spending the evening with none other than Simon Kincaid.

She took one last look at herself in the mirror, her green dress - of course she was wearing a green dress again - fitted her perfectly. It was strapless and in her favourite colour. On the décolleté and generally on the upper part of the dress were embellishments. She tucked one last strand of her long wavy hair, which she wore open, to the right and pinned her hair back on the right side. As she did so, her eyes fell on the ring in the mirror, which she was wearing on her index finger as usual. The silver snake twisted around her finger and for a moment she turned the ring and smiled to herself at the memories she associated with it. She wore colour matching heeled shoes and after everything was in place she made her way to the Courtyard - or rather the Underworld. They hadn't talked about which location they would stay in but in the end she had no preferences.

She walked down the many stairs through the castle, holding her dress up at the front so as not to trip, and it took a few steps before she felt confident in her heels and had a safe walk. Here and there she bumped into other students who were in a group or with their date also on their way to the Ball and everywhere she looked she saw beautifully dressed people. When she finally stepped into the Courtyard, her eyes had to adjust to the changed light conditions for a moment before she startedt to look out for her date.

It took her a moment to find Simon among the other students, but as soon as she spotted him, she walked towards him, smiling broadly, and as if with tunnel vision, she blanked out everything around her. Simon couldn't see her because he had his back to her and was moving slowly forward but she had reached him quickly and the initial uncertainty in her shoes was long forgotten. Carefully Haley put her hands on Simon's shoulders, "Good to see you here." She spoke softly and smiled. He had a suit to match the colour of her dress. There was no need to see him from the front, she knew he would look amazing.

As she stood behind Simon, her gaze now passed next to his shoulder and she took in a blue light. It was hard for her to take her eyes off it and it caused a feeling to be triggered in her. It was a good feeling and she couldn't place it at first, was it safety? She could not put a name to it.

Action: Meeting her date @Simon Kincaid and starring into the blue flames

Stats: Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 4 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 6 | ArcPower - 5 | Accuracy - 5

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posts i. ii. iii. iv INTERACTION───────────── @Starlee Kennedy info─────── Reducio action | talking to starlee, leaving for trials health | 600/600 stats | sta 6 eva 7 str 0 wis 7 arc 4 acc 6 abilities | seer year 1 • 10% autododge, 10% autohit

trials i. ii. iii. iv ────────────────MENTION @Vivian Fletcher Reducio link ───────outfit

Nothing too drastically happened to Starlee after she drank it.

Interesting. And highly suspicious, in Everly's eyes.

"Hah, thanks!" Everly replied, smiling, cheeks still a bit rosy. "It's... just punch?" she asked, then mentally facepalming for how weird that sounded. Everly was just a bit... cautious. "I - I mean, nothing happened, right? After all, just in case? You know?" Everly grinned sheepishly. Everly thought otherwise about reaching to try it herself, though. She could hear the screams and yells of others nearby, and she shuddered lightly.

Starlee did seem a bit shaky about doing the Trials. The Gryffindor felt sympathetic. Was something occupying her mind? Or was it just some recent events? What had happened recently that might've affected Starlee negatively? Everly racked her brain, but she couldn't remember anything, and then felt a bit guilty. Everly probably wasn't being a good friend, after all, but she would do her best to make up for it. Either way, she couldn't be too down right now - she had other matters to focus on. Yes, she would make sure that she and Starlee were on better terms later.

Everly decided it was up to her to cheer Starlee up, even if the Slytherin still didn't want to go do them. After all, she could relate to what Starlee was feeling. Sort of. It seemed a bit extravagant, but hey, why not, it could be fun, right? "Me? I mean, maybe, after all, it does seem a bit gloomy down here. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." Starlee offered to accompany Everly though, which Everly appreciated. But she was also a compassionate human being. "It's up to you," Everly said, trying to reassure her. "I might only do a few. You don't have to come, of course - I'll find you again in the ball area! Do what you want, don't worry! I'll be fine."

Of course, Everly would feel really lonely if Starlee didn't come, but she didn't want to pressure Starlee into doing something she didn't want to do.

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Who would have thought, that the little American would get to visit England not once, not twice, but three times in the short time span of one year. He certainly hadn't but he loved it very much. As a child with three sibling in a family with average income, there wasn't a lot of money left to go traveling, so Theo did not get out of Alaska very often. Honestly, he had always been excited if they left Seward once or twice a year, which happened rarely enough.

And there he was, on a different continent for the third time. He could understand his sister Ana's jealousy, although Theo wished that he could bring her along. The downside of being the only wizard in a family. It caused him to grow more distant from his siblings every year, no matter how often he sent them letters. Theodore used to be a lot closer to his younger sister and it pained him to leave her behind every year.

But now he was here. And he would focus on the thing that was right in front of him- a ball. The second ball at Hogwarts that he attended, though the last one had been inside in a ballroom. But this certainly did fit the theme. ...Right, the theme. First he had been a little nervous over the fact that he didn't own anything that would fit the theme and he simply couldn't cut up a sheet or something. As a member of a family with limited budget, he valued everything he was given by others and couldn't even think of intentionally destroying it.

Well, he looked fine, even if he was no greek god. Jeans, a simple white shirt and a blazer. That did work, right?
...At least no one could say that he wouldn't manage to get a girl with that. Yeah, he didn't have one, but two of them, try to copy that, greek gods! Alright, they were both a year older, both from his house and both only friends. He had sadly not seen the girl that had actually caught his eye last year yet. But who cared, that was nothing anyone would be able to tell just by looking at him, was it? Thought so.

Approaching the entrance of the location, he offered both his housemates his arms. "Shall we, ladies?", he asked, an enthusiastic grin spread on his face.

The blue light danced, illuminating that corner of the Courtyard and he approached slowly until he felt someone's hands on his shoulders and it pulled his attention away. He looked over his shoulder to see Haley and a smile quickly formed on his face.

She also illuminated the darkness. The darkness of uncertainty that a new school brought, and unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar world. She was one of the first he met there at Hogwarts and was so glad that they struck up a conversation that day in the Library.

"Wow, you uh....you look really... Wow." He failed at the words and glanced down, laughing a little nervously from it. It wasn't that he actually felt nervous, it was just that Haley deserved more than some utter nonsense from the boy. He reached out, taking her hand that had the snake ring into his own that hand his. He had worn it every single day since she had given it to him.

"What I mean to say is," he glanced up, his brown eyes finding her green eyes despite the low light that surrounded them, "is that you look absolutely stunning." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, glad that he found more appropriate wording and leaned closer to her, until his lips gently pressed against hers for a moment.

"I'd say this isn't quite what I expected from a school dance but then again, I just want to be here with you so it's already perfect. I have seen others head over in that direction though," he said, pointing to the other side of the Courtyard. Maybe they too would want to follow. Simon didn't know it, but it would lead them to the Spring area of the Blossom Ball.

In parting with Miss Black, Thomas found her reaction as expected. Initial confusion, searching eyes to uncover his intentions. From a distant glance, it would appear Thomas held a fondness for Falentra. Not one to carry a grudge, her defense of Howard was an expression of her loyalty-- rare for a Slyherin. Passionate and willing to defend her friends. And her relationship with a dhampir implied she carried no prejudices for the school’s different races...as some begrudgingly appear to do. Combining these qualities represented a person of interest.

Flash picked up on Thomas’ attraction, offering a prideful comment about his choice of company. Though not misplaced, all of his partners at school functions were out of his league in some capacity. @Selim Faust may have appeared stable at the time, joining Thomas and allowing the boy access to his capabilities for the evening. Selim’s infiltration into Vladimir’s evening was an impressive feat, exchanging punches and managing to extract items out of his bag. Only for Thomas to...return them to Vlad, an offering to establish loyalty. A foolish endeavor, one he would learn from.

“Perhaps I do.” Thomas admitted softly, eyes locked onto Falentra as he answered Flash. If it was not clear already, Thomas made it so. This stubby interaction with the girl achieved the boy’s goal, and opened the door for him to complete another. Falentra was forgiven for her display of fisticuffs that left Thomas tasting blood. Of course a good beating was commonplace when your enemies are Howard White and Erin Ryan. Honorable mention to the Gryffindor captain, @Rafael D'Spacito who’s punch left his jaw immovable for several days, limiting his diet to no more than porridge.

With a small smile and a nod of his respect for his house elder, Thomas motioned towards refreshments with an open palm. Allowing Flash a moment to say his farewells before pacing himself at his date’s side. Thomas began a dialogue, asking the boy what he knew. Flash met this remark with resistance, almost as if he sensed the direction of this conversation. He was a perceptive one, eloquent and carrying strong empathetic undertones. Though, did Flash truly care about his peers, or was it all just for himself?

The boy’s fingers grazed the sliced fabric around his scar’s exterior, leaving Thomas’ arm with an instinctive twitch to pull away. Wandering eyes looking as if he was temporarily invaded, though the look faded with a deep huff. Not inclined to be touched by others, as the majority of encounters left him in pain. A developing opposition to any breach of his personal space, but who could blame him. When you take a girl’s knee to the jaw, a dhampir’s claws, or a crone’s sharp nails into your flesh...you may not want to be touched either.

The boy composed himself, attempting to retain a peaceful demeanor and keep his goal for the evening in the forefront of his mind. The comment to follow, a remark on Thomas’ consistent shirtless state. Pressing his lips together, a squeeze of his eyelids to express modest mirth. “I cannot always give the people what they want.”

The friendly nature faded with Thomas’ change of tone, and request to see how easily Flash would agree to talk. Proving not as easy as Thomas anticipated, referencing the mention of fun Thomas offered when the boy’s agreed to meet during a Quidditch match.

Flash’s version of fun may align with the conventional. A friendly expression, an inquiry into the status of our happiness, or engaging on familiar topics. A twirl, expression through physical movements. Even to bask in unhealthy vices, sweeties or a liquid that alters the mental state. Thomas was not remiss to enjoy these simplicities, of course he was still human at the day’s end. Yet, the word fun and its connotations left the aforementioned options quite low on his list.

For Thomas, fun was to remove this mask--the facade we present to others, offering an artificial light of our choosing to express our state of health. In the company of others, these barriers may come up through our subconscious, to be seen as we want to be seen. Even some with high self-awareness may deviate from their true reality simply to fit properly around others.

Contrarian for LeStrange, a boy bent on digging past these surfaces to incite a reaction. To experience the true nature of an individual. Yet the lengths he was willing to achieve this may land him in circles of sociopathy. His unwillingness to engage in simple formalities left him with a cold reputation. But did the boy actually carry any ill will for his peers, or was it only his aversion to everyone’s own brand of bullshit.

“You’re a polished boy.” Thomas motioned to the scar on his tricep, made visible from the missing fabric the boy sliced out prior to this evening. “I don’t need to hear the whispers to know what they are. I take it you’re uninformed, or indifferent. Leading you to accept my company tonight.” Thomas stopped, his eyes occasionally glancing over to Davenport once again, ensuring she remained in the same location as before.

Appearing to accept defeat from the evening’s first prod, he tilted his head gently in unison with eyelids closing as he nodded.. “You’re right. If my story is not a fun topic for you, there’s no need to talk about it.” Retrieving his flask, he followed Flash’s gulp with a series of sips himself, followed by a bitter grimace when the liquid burned down his throat. “Not your first time, is it?” Taking note of the boy’s unapologetic swig, or perhaps so desperate to escape a sober state when in Thomas’ company.

“Are you familiar with Dante Alighieri’s poem?” A topic change provided as Thomas continued to lead Flash to an area where the pair could sit. If Flash answered yes, Thomas would follow with: “What does it mean to you?”

Interactions: @Flash Holmwood | @Falentra Black

When Simon turned around, Haley couldn't help but let her chin drop, he looked, as expected, stunning. Haley couldn't help but giggle and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. The bond she had with Simon was special, but he always managed to make her feel that way. But it felt good and when he reached for her hand she returned it. She felt his ring and she loved the fact that he always wore it. She looked up into his eyes again now and smiled at him.

Simon was so kind and loving without having to try, she loved that side of him. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss while little butterflies flew through her stomach. A smile formed on her lips, "Thank you." She said with flushed cheeks that, fortunately for her, were highly unlikely to show in the darkness. She ran her right hand over his suit and took another moment to look at him. "You look handsome." It came without another thought and honestly from her lips.

Haley looked in the direction Simon was pointing and nodded to his words. She didn't care where they were, as long as they spent the evening together. Still, she was curious, of course, that was in her nature. She had already learned that there would be two locations and she suspected they were going to the second one. "Let's see what awaits us there." she suggested and grabbed his hand to pull him carefully behind her.

English = 5D4A64 | Russian = 4E7A27

Interacting with: @Aurora Raniver @Howard White
Open to interactions

As soon as Irina took a sip of her drink she felt her blood start to boil, she was angry and had no idea why. It had to have been the drink that got her that way and that a made her even more angry. They wanted us to come to this Ball and invited us from overseas yet here that are poisoning us! It’s as if they are bored enough with their current situation that they have to make me look like a fool! They could just be using me for their own entertainment, see what type of drama the Koldovstoretz students arise. If they want drama let me give it to them because I am so angry that I came anyway.

Irina was furious to say the least and decided to walk up to the first person she saw. They looked quite young but were wearing an outfit that even put Irina’s to shame. It infuriated her that this girl had a fancier dress on than her and Irina wasn’t afraid to say what she thought. ”HOW IS IT THAT YOUR OUTFIT LOOKS SO GOOD?! I MEAN YOU LOOK LIKE THE YOUNGEST ONE HERE SO WHY ARE YOU DRESSED SO WELL!?? ITS NOT LIKE YOU HAVE ANYONE TO IMPRESS! Irina felt a little bad pelting out her anger on this kid but they deserved it. Then she saw the girl’s bag and wanted it so she reached out and tried to take it.

After yelling at the girl, Irina noticed someone standing close to her, it was a tall boy just dressed in a black robe. With the blue flames all she could see of his face was eerie gloom. He seemed to be evaluating the ball and for some reason she got angrier at that. Why did this boy think he had the right to not dress up and just survey the ball for danger, it was like he expected something to go wrong.

Irina angrily stomped over to him and started yelling at him as well. ”YOU! WHY ARE YOU JUST DRESSED IN A BLACK ROBE, IT’S LIKE YOU GAVE NO THOUGHT AT ALL THAT THIS IS A BALL! ARE YOU JUST WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO GO WRONG, OR ARE YOU PLANNING SOMETHING TO WRONG?! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE BALL NOT ONE THAT HAS DANGER!” She may have screamed at them but her anger was far from gone.

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Action: Yelling at people, attempting to take Aurora’s bag, and being under the Befuddlement Draught
Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 8 | STR: 7 | WIS: 9 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 7
Heath points: 800/800
Abilities: Sixth Sense, Fearless, and Calming Presence
Effect: +2 to their awareness rolls. If a player attempts to enter a thread that you are already in, there is a 25% chance that you automatically detect them on entry.
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.
Effect: An aura of calm. Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target. This does not stack.(Not in effect)

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