Blossom Ball - Underworld
Being escorted from the dance by none other than Vladimir Athanatos and Mathias Pride. One would have expected likely no different from the Slytherin part-Veela. Clad in a toga made haphazardly from a bedsheet, her blonde tresses a mass of confusion and madness, she looked more like a feminine characture of Dionysus. She would stagger down the path through the underworld but ash she made her way through the valley of death she would shout out a warning.
"Flash is a deathwitch and this guy's brother!" This guy being Vladimir, she knew nothing of the association between the young, smirking ginger and the taller blonde but the genetic diversity of the family was nothing short of remarkable. "The lamps are watching you!" If she was being held she would make a useless tug to pull free knowing fully it was an exercise in futility but she was far too stubborn to give up.
"When the giants eat you don't say I did not warn you!" She added, sounding more like one of those end-times 'prophets' on the street corners claiming doom was upon them all. Only, Erin did not add a disclaimer that their wealth or compliance would stave off destruction. In fact, she was all warning and no solution. Warn the Durmstrang to stop punch greeting, only real punches!"
[Entering Thread from Spring in the company of Mathias and Vladimir]
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
Blossom Ball - Underworld
In the company of his cousin and his captive, the rabid girl he was escorting to the 'nurses office.' It looked more like an effort by security to 'remove a disturbance.' A stoic expression on the teen's face, he was ahead of her and was dragging her along the path from Spring to the Underworld. He needed to get out of there before someone else decided to intervene. The world, or at the very least this school had it out for him in particular it would seem.
"She is out of her ever-loving mind," he announced the obvious. No reason to lie when the truth would suffice. Lie when a lie was needed, not when a truth would hold its own just as well. "Going to take care of her," he grunted. Accurate, not very descriptive but it was technically not a lie either. She was making no sense but that was fine by him, she was digging her own grave, he was just going to make sure she fell in.
The presumption was the nurses office. A safe, clean, sterile environment of a healer. Erin was beyond the point of healing, there was something deep inside of her that made her wrong if she was ever right to start with which he severely doubted. No, he was doing everyone a favor. This was the right thing. The only thing that he could do. It was going to happen soon, they were the same year. a few months at best and those months would have been hell. This was an act of mercy. That was what he was going to have to tell himself.
"She is out of her ever-loving mind," he announced the obvious. No reason to lie when the truth would suffice. Lie when a lie was needed, not when a truth would hold its own just as well. "Going to take care of her," he grunted. Accurate, not very descriptive but it was technically not a lie either. She was making no sense but that was fine by him, she was digging her own grave, he was just going to make sure she fell in.
The presumption was the nurses office. A safe, clean, sterile environment of a healer. Erin was beyond the point of healing, there was something deep inside of her that made her wrong if she was ever right to start with which he severely doubted. No, he was doing everyone a favor. This was the right thing. The only thing that he could do. It was going to happen soon, they were the same year. a few months at best and those months would have been hell. This was an act of mercy. That was what he was going to have to tell himself.
[Entering Thread from Spring in the company of Mathias and Erin]
Aamon
Blossom Ball - Underworld
Santario was hot on Vladimir, Matthias, and Erin’s heels, her wand in her hand looking like a pissed off sentry ready to cast at anyone who tried to stop them away. “The Giants are not eating anyone! Maybe next time, you do not try to strangle Percival or anyone else to death. You have no one to blame here but yourself, and now you are leaving with our help.” Santario was lending credence to Vladimir’s words. She was more trusted than he was, and for a good reason. While he was not lying, the people here would probably know of his track record, and Santario wanted to make sure they got out of there smoothly; she was more than over this.Interacting| @Vladimir Athanatos
Mentions| @Matthias Pride | @Erin Ryan
Attire - Medusa
Action| Entering the Underworld with Vladimir and co.
My trunk has Year 3 stats these are year 2:
Stamina : 8 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 8 | Arcane Power : 9 | Accuracy : 8
“It just never fails.” She mumbled to herself as she watched, readied for anyone who might try to make this a problem. Anyone who had ever faced her in a duel would recognize the look in her eyes and the way her body was tensed, having already knocked someone else on their ass tonight. The wand in her hand was not for show. “Preferably, you all will just let us get her out of here as one of the ball organizers has instructed.” More credibility for their actions, and also, not a lie. Kazuo had kindly, without knowing it perhaps, given them extra unhindered access to get her out.
Healing Sage: +30% healing | Prodigal Charms | Impartial | Fearless
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Blossom Ball - Underworld
No Mathias after all (refer to Ruka's grapple in thread adjacent), Erin would not miss the slithering presence of the snake.
“The Giants are not eating anyone!"
"They so are!"
"Maybe next time, you do not try to strangle Percival or anyone else to death. You have no one to blame here but yourself, and now you are leaving with our help.”
"I don't need any of your help!" She shouted in complaint. More like an obstinate toddler than a teen being hauled out of the store by a parent. "I am not even hurt," she added as she stumbled after. Not entirely true, she was abraded during the tackle, the wrestle and the dogpile. A few bumps and bruises, some older than this evening in fact, there was nothing life-threatening.
"She is out of her ever-loving mind."
Vladimir announced but there did not appear to be any emotion. He was inhuman, she should not be with him and she knew it. A restless tug, an indignant expression. I can walk myself!
"Going to take care of her."
"No," she announced. "I don't know you, we're not friends!" Nobody was. She did not trust him or her for that matter. She was leaving, she did not need an escort. She knew perfectly well where the exit was. Where the medical wing was that she had every intention to avoid. She was not going to let that weird Bumble-guy feed her poison.
She could are less about the gawkers, most of them were empty-headed and would forget anyways. With a glower and the will of a toddler up past their bedtime she would halt and go limp. He could drag her. Grass stains did not bother her. If she was not going to go there on her own, he can carry her.
“The Giants are not eating anyone!"
"They so are!"
"Maybe next time, you do not try to strangle Percival or anyone else to death. You have no one to blame here but yourself, and now you are leaving with our help.”
"I don't need any of your help!" She shouted in complaint. More like an obstinate toddler than a teen being hauled out of the store by a parent. "I am not even hurt," she added as she stumbled after. Not entirely true, she was abraded during the tackle, the wrestle and the dogpile. A few bumps and bruises, some older than this evening in fact, there was nothing life-threatening.
"She is out of her ever-loving mind."
Vladimir announced but there did not appear to be any emotion. He was inhuman, she should not be with him and she knew it. A restless tug, an indignant expression. I can walk myself!
"Going to take care of her."
"No," she announced. "I don't know you, we're not friends!" Nobody was. She did not trust him or her for that matter. She was leaving, she did not need an escort. She knew perfectly well where the exit was. Where the medical wing was that she had every intention to avoid. She was not going to let that weird Bumble-guy feed her poison.
She could are less about the gawkers, most of them were empty-headed and would forget anyways. With a glower and the will of a toddler up past their bedtime she would halt and go limp. He could drag her. Grass stains did not bother her. If she was not going to go there on her own, he can carry her.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
Blossom Ball - Underworld
No Mathias after all -- he had Ruka and Winnie.Interactions: @Erin Ryan & @Santario Martin
He did not really care about the scene she was making but there was a third wheel he had not intended. Santario Martin, a Slytherin girl he was vaguely aware of. Her civility towards him was suspicious because nobody was kind, not without a motive at the very least. These token acts were not enough to earn the Ravenclaw's trust.
"Thank you a basic platitude that would be followed by a dismissal. "I can handle one unstable girl," he claimed. "Don't ruin your evening on her account." He was talking about her as if she was not even there. In truth Erin's feelings were irrelevant. "Honestly I have been dying to leave since I arrived, would prefer a good book over all the noise, pomp and circumstance."
He could feel a pull on his shoulder as the girl decided to 'go limp'. An irritated huff of air would escape his nostrils. "You're like 45 kilograms, we have textbooks heavier than you in Ravenclaw..." He commented. Yes, it was amazing there were not that many buff nerds in his house. With the weight of those ancient tomes and the careful nature many of them employed when reading, it was hardly a lift and fling.
He was not particularly gentle as he continued to amble forward towards the green fields.
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Aamon
Blossom Ball - Underworld
“Erin, just for once in your life, just shut up and let me help you. Merlin, no one is your friend because you keep attacking everyone that breathes.” Truth be told, Santario was trying to save her life, at least prolong the inevitable, but it was all she could do for now.Interacting| @Vladimir Athanatos | @Erin Ryan
Attire - Medusa
Action| N/A
My trunk has Year 3 stats these are year 2:
Stamina : 8 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 8 | Arcane Power : 9 | Accuracy : 8
She heard angry screaming trailing from behind them in a language she did not understand, but she was almost sure that the Durmstrang boy had caught his breath. “My welcome here has been worn out. I knocked back that Durmstrang boy from you so you two could leave. You are not shaking me that easily. Besides, if we can not leave before he bullrushes his way in here, you are going to want the backup.” Santario was like a dog with a bone, and if Vladimir had thought he could rid himself so quickly of her, he was sorely mistaken. She had nothing and no one tying her to this ball, and she was free to follow him until he entered somewhere she could not go.
She did not enjoy watching her friends have fun when she was not, nor did she really feel like getting beaten to a pulp by one pissed-off boy. “Besides, I think getting my face beaten to a bloody pulp is a once a year kind of a thing, and my quota is already full this fiscal year.”
Healing Sage: +30% healing | Prodigal Charms | Impartial | Fearless
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Blossom Ball - Underworld
Being sucessful when casting a spell at someone wasn't new to her, so when she saw her date on fire, her only reaction was a raised eyebrow. She was still uncomfortably walking on one heel, so her next step was to take off her heel and walk barefoot. The day was already starting to be dramatic for her, so the only thing she could do now was go back to her dorm, where she belonged. But she really wanted to get her date's reaction to the wonderful spellcasting first, and soon enough Rodion Macaroni was clearly mad at her.
She didn't know how to talk Russian, but the boy's scream of rage made it clear that he hadn't said anything nice to her. She rolled her eyes at him once more as she prepared her wand for a spell that she would need to evade from him. He's probably going to fail again she thought, as she rolled her eyes again. But she was wrong. Rodion wasn't casting another dumb spell at her, but what he was doing would be a bit more tricky to evade.
Her date was running full speed ahead as if running to hug her, even if his clothes were on fire or whatever. Panicky, Violet took her wand once more and casted the first spell that came to her mind at that moment~ ''Flipendo!''
Action:
Flipendo at Rodion Macarovich
Reducio
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 8
Perfectionist
Evasion: 8
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 8
Perfectionist
stamina 6 | evasion 10 | strength 1 | wisdom 10 | arcane 3 | accuracy 10 |
Blossom Ball - Underworld
Michael felt rather sick as he came from the trials, he hadn't went all the way through them and honestly he didn't think he would ever do something like that again. Going through them hurt and so halfway through ,or more like two in, he decided to quit. He made his way through the crowd, and the people who got back from the trials , the people going to them, even through people who haven't been in them at all. He hoped his date was still here, he didn't even think about telling him beforehand he was just so excited to go.
Now he was searching through the crowd to find the boy he had promised to dance. When he found him he smiled at the boys attire it was bright orange and there was something about it that made him think it was homemade. "careful, being Barefoot could end bad. Though Dan seems to have made it through all right." He said as he walked up to him.
"Sorry for being so late, I got distracted with the trials. I hope I didn't leave you waiting long." He said. He kicked off his sandals lightly, so the other boy can use them. "Want something to drink?"
Action: finding my date
Stats:
Stamina|8
Evasion|4
Strength| 6
Wisdom| 3
ArcPower|5
Accuracy| 4
Heath points: 800/800
Special Race: werewolf
"Do you love me, want me, hate me?" – Olivia Rodrigo
Blossom Ball - Underworld
Open for Interaction
Rodion Makarovich
@Violet Carrington Nikita L @Paige Grant
Was it morning already? The courtyard was supposed to be dark to replicate the underworld from Greek mythology. A golden ray like sunshine could be seen from the corner of her eyes. Not only that, the temperature of the underworld slowly got higher and higher. Same goes with the Ravenclaw as she realized something was caught on fire. No, not something, it was a person facing his fate to be cooked by his own date. Seeing her hard work of planning the ball and someone tried to ruin it made her blood turned into lava. A volcano ready to explode is what she was at that point. The identity of the culprit made it worse. Violet Carrington, again. How could she get sorted into Slytherin? If Aurora was the sorting hat, the second she touched the head of that snake, she would shout ‘AZKABAN!’. But the young girl didn’t know what Azkaban is, yet, so perhaps she would scream jail or something related.
Caught up in the moment, she was busy making sure the underworld will not crumble down. And yet, another problem seemed to rain down on her. With a loud annoying deafening voice, someone asked to come face to face with one of the ball coordinators, clearly, they were fuming in rage. Aurora, on the other hand, got no time left for such nonsense since she had a lot on her plate at the moment. "YOUR PROBLEM IS NOT MY PROBLEM! FIND THE OTHER! BYE!"
Contemplated between saving the Koldovstoretz boy or do her revenge on the nemesis. Blinded by her fury, Aurora had chosen the second option happily and willingly, with full determination. Hopefully, this time she won’t hit another innocent person like she did two times in a row. Stepping back from the fiery person, her brown eyes focused back on the purple witch. “THIS IS A BLOSSOM BALL! NOT A FIRE BALL!” Pointed her wand once again at the target, with the intention to fly Violet to one of the drinking fountains, soaked her in it, and maybe spray her with her signature weapon later on, “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”
Outfit
ReducioInside her purse : pepper spray, inhaler
What's on her hand : A chocolate bar and a wand
Blossom Ball - Underworld
Erin was as fond as one can be of a strange foreigner. Loud and punchy, she would probably have a black eye by the time she got to the castle but she trusted his violence more than theirs. They, confirmed by their cooperation, were in league with some dark force.Interactions: @Santario Martin & @Vladimir Athanatos
Mentions: @Flash Holmwood (Yefim), @Kazuo Shimada (as 'Flash') & @Jack Burnett
“Erin, just for once in your life, just shut up and let me help you. Merlin, no one is your friend because you keep attacking everyone that breathes.”
"Not everyone" she debated. "I saved Flash," not that he appreciated it as he sent her off to her death.
“My welcome here has been worn out. I knocked back that Durmstrang boy from you so you two could leave. You are not shaking me that easily. Besides, if we can not leave before he bullrushes his way in here, you are going to want the backup.”
"Let him take me," she urged. The sad truth was she trusted the weird Russian and his weirder friends than she trusted her peers. "Not like I want to stay," be the burden, the convenient victim. Get to watch Jack enjoy his evening with his date, she would rather gargle glass. She did not trust the big guy (Vlad) and Martin's insistence to tag along only deepened her apprehension. She did not realize that Santario had an instinct of her own, some notion that danger was afoot. That primal sense that screamed that something was wrong. Some call it intuition, others claim it is a logical weaving of varied sources of information that was too complicated to trace that served as 'instinct.'
Frankly it mattered not.
She played limp ragdoll, the petulant youth that she was.
"You're like 45 kilograms, we have textbooks heavier than you in Ravenclaw..."
"I hope you throw-out your back," she sulked as she was dragged through the Underworld.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...