Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

Winnie followed her newly acquired love interest back into the Underworld. The gloomy atmosphere seemed non-existent with Mathias Pride by her side. He was the bright light leading her through the darkness. Who needed the dumb bluebell flames? Pride could outshine the sun if he so desired.

"Oh? A surprise? For me? For us?" She seemed to perk up at the very idea, a small smile on her lips. Just what were the two planning? A romantic forest side date for her? "Is it a picnic? I love those!" She was chattering excitedly as she was led along, still attached to Pride's arm. The woods have less eyes? Ah, Matt was trying to be romantic. He wanted to take her somewhere private. Perhaps they could share their first kiss there, or they could just sit and talk about poetry for hours. It didn't matter, so long as he was by her side. She couldn't let him out of her sight, she felt as if she would wilt, crumble, and return to the earth if she was left without his light. "Wherever you go, I'll follow you." She told the Slytherin with another squeeze of his arm.

Through her foggy brain, what Ruka was saying to her slowly filtered in. "Oh... If that is what you wish, Ruka." He was leaning awfully close to Matt. Something about getting to know each other better? She should be jealous of this, right? But instead, she was staring at the redheaded boy and waiting for his response. A kiss pressed to his cheek. Hm. She would wait for his response to see if it possibly bothered him. If he liked it, should she not be happy? Yes, whatever he wanted, it mattered not. There was something else that was surfacing in her head. It was hard to concentrate but... Concern for the older boy. "... Be safe."

In any case, she would follow Matthias and exit the ball completely. She was excited that she could have a picnic with her dream date, Jack Burnett. Yes, she would admire that fiery red hair and they could talk more about Welsh mythology with each other. Perhaps they could even have that dance-- Wait a minute. It wasn't Jack's arm she was currently clinging onto... It was...

".... Y-You...?" Her gaze would fix onto Pride, her face twisted into one of complete horror. She had... She had just been whispering sweet nothings to him and had practically draped herself over him. "What... What did you do to me?!" She practically screeched, releasing his arm and taking a step back. She was uncertain what had come over her... How and why had this happened? She swallowed, her throat felt like sandpaper. Drink, she needed--... Wait a minute. Her gaze flickered down to the pitcher she still had in her hands and realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The punch. It was the punch that she had stupidly drank even after witnessing odd behaviour throughout the night. It was spiked with... Something...

Action: Exiting the Underworld completely, I am sorry for the misunderstanding.
Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Healing Sage
Inventory: Purse/Clutch | Wand

Moderation Post

The once lovely ball had become rather, er, messy. There was a small fire, a river of men with discontent women running for the door, and some flashes of light from one direction along with a lot of yelling. Somehow, some folks were managing to tune away these screams in favor of the still playing orchestra and enjoying their time. Ignorance is bliss.

Forgetfulness Potion

They never learn, do they? Noah Page would fall victim to the fountain laced with forgetfulness potion. Perhaps he would be like peers before him and keep gulping it down having forgotten it made him forget anything.

You are forgetful. You will not be able to remember nor cast any spell for one round.

Essence of Insanity

Fear strikes, and who could blame the young Aaron Hastings when said terror had been dosed in her punch? The girl would be overwhelmed with nerves and impulses, both good and bad, liable to do the very next thing that comes to her mind. In a scuffle with Aurora, Violet Carrington will get a taste of this same punch and fall under its effect.

You will have an advantage when performing an impulsive action based on fear for one round.

Classic Fire

Well, this was rather interesting. The fire on Rodion Makarovich had begun to die down as though by some strange divine will, but was then fully extinguished by Luka Volkov who seemed rather displeased having to do so. Can't be a ball without a fire!

Reducio

Luka casts Extinguo
Wisdom
t!roll 1d20+3 = 13
Accuracy
t!roll 1d20+8 = 24

Never Ends For Her

It seems like Violet Carrington cannot help but attract the absolute worst at all times. Was this some form of karma? In the case of Violet, one thing after another would continue to happen around her. One thing was for sure: it was a night to remember. Starting off, the flameless Rodion would attempt to cast Steleus at her.

Reducio

Rodion casts Steleus at Violet

Wisdom
t!roll 1d20+7 = 20

Accuracy
t!roll 1d20+5 = 24

Floating in the air prevented Violet from being able to dodge his charm, and the strong green jet of light hits her directly. Oh well. Everyone needs a good sneeze now and then. However, this wasn't the end of the trouble for Violet Carrington. Next, Aurora Ranvier would aim to drench the girl in a cup full of punch.

Reducio

Aurora attempts to drench Violet

Accuracy
t!roll 1d20+7 = 17

Violet's Evasion
t!roll 1d20 = 1 - crit fail

What drink
t!roll 1d4 = 2

Does it get in her mouth? 51+ yes
t!roll 1d100 = 63

Aurora splashes Violet with the Essence of Insanity while her mouth was agape, so it both takes an effect on her behavior and drenches her clothes, hair, and flesh completely.

The Blocked Exit

There was a seemingly endless stream of students aiming to leave the Ball for whatever reason, like it wasn't a totally delightful time. However, two international students, Mikael Halldorson and Valentin Scnell, would block the exit in an attempt to stop Vladimir Athanatos from dragging a screeching Erin Ryan out of the Underworld.

Reducio

Vlad attempts to leave with Erin

Mikael Strength
t!roll 1d20+8 = 25
vs.
Vlad Strength
t!roll 1d20+10 = 28

Valentin Strength
t!roll 1d20+2 = 18
vs.
Vlad Strength
t!roll 1d20+10 = 24

Vlad pushes past the boys with ease and exits the ball, screeching Erin in tow. The next person to attempt to leave is Mathias Pride dragging along Winnie Harper. What is up with all the men carrying their women around?

Reducio

Mikael Strength
t!roll 1d20+8 = 15
vs.
Matt Strength
t!roll 1d20+3 = 17

Valentin Strength
t!roll 1d20+2 = 11
vs.
Matt Strength
t!roll 1d20+3 = 16

Wow, these boys and their road blocking skills. Mathias and his lady slide on by. The final person to attempt an exit is Santario Martin.

Reducio

Mikael Strength
t!roll 1d20+8 = 12
vs.
San Strength
t!roll 1d20+3 = 21

Valentin Strength
t!roll 1d20+2 = 10
vs.
San Strength
t!roll 1d20+3 = 7

While she does push past Mikael, Valentin is able to hold someone back, albeit not the person he meant to. Santario is prevented from leaving this round.

TRACKER

Health

Rodion Makarovich 633/700	Violet Carrington 494/600
Astoria Swann 360/500	Maksim Preobrazhensky 580/700

Summary

Noah Page is under the effects of the Forgetfulness Potion.
Aaron Hastings is under the effect of Essence of Insanity.
Violet Carrington is hit with the Sneezing Hex and under the effect of Essence of Insanity. Suffers -4 wisdom and -2 accuracy for one round.
Vladimir Athanatos, Erin Ryan, Mathias Pride, and Winnie Harper leave the ball.
Santario Martin is prevented from exiting.

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Interacting| Mikael (@Percival Rainwood) | Valentin (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)
Mentions| @Vladimir Athanatos | @Erin Ryan |
Attire - Medusa
Action| Leaving the Underworld unless physically stopped.
My trunk has Year 3 stats these are year 2:
Stamina : 8 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 8 | Arcane Power : 9 | Accuracy : 8

Trying to leave the ball. Action contingency: if someone puts hands on her again she is casting Incendio Duo on them.

Blossom Ball? A Blossom Ball, Selina didn't know anything that happened at Hogwarts.
She loved her gown type thing, her mother had bought it for her before she died. It was hard for Selina to get around places as she was clueless about a lot of things and a very shy girl so she didn't know what to do.

WOW! This was going to be amazing even though she had no idea what she was going to do at the Blossom Ball, but maybe there was someone that could help her.
Selina hadn't really thought about what happened at the Blossom Ball. She hadn't thought it through she just sort of well, thought it would be fun. Plus: the chance of might making another friend.

She wondered if she would see one of her friends at the Blossom Ball but it depended if they wanted to go, they might not have wanted to.
Her, glittery sandals shone in the light, they were the pair her Aunt Lucy had when she was a little girl, but then she thought she'd pass them down to Selina in case she liked them.

Where should I go? She thought. She had no idea what to do, but whatever. Maybe go to the Spring Festival.

Action: |Moving to the Spring Festival|

Kazuo had made his way up the path to the Underworld in time to catch the brief scuffle at the exit, the Durmstrang boys attempting to stop Vlad. Not something he had really been expecting. Unfortunately for them, Vlad managed to slip by with Erin while Santario got caught. The obnoxiously loud one was giving orders to his friends in Russian. Having seen her flipendo, Kazuo had faith Santario would handle the boys. He was more interested in finding someone else.

The next thing he spied was some sort of fight between Aurora, Violet and a boy he didn’t recognize. Brows arched upward and an amused smirk graced his lips at the chaos. He was curious to know what had brought about that little fight but it still wasn’t what he was looking for.

His gaze scanned the courtyard to spy Ruka pulling away from Matt and Winnie as the eel and the puppy made for the exit after Vlad. He arched a brow in surprise, quickly crossing the distance to where Ruka stood near the entrance. He glanced back at the path but did not see Jack and a small sigh escaped his lips. He turned back to meet Ruka’s gaze then nodded, grabbing the older boy’s hand and heading toward the exit.

“Get out of the way. Organizer coming through.” He announced as he attempted to move past the Durmstrang boys and exit the ball.

Reducio

Permission given/requested to godmod Ruka leaving the ball

───────────── Interacting: @Ruka Burnett-Tân Mentioning: Action: Leaving the ball ─────────────

──────────────── Stats Stamina 5 Evasion 7 Strength 5 Wisdom 6 Arcane Power 6 Accuracy 6 ────────────────

───────────── Abilities Perfectionist You have a reduced critical failure chance range by 1. In addition, you can counter up to 1 point of additional critical failure chances caused by abilities or spells (not potions). ─────────────

Mentioning general population
Interacting With n/a
Closed to Interactions

Reentering the Underworld and allowing its callous symphonies to seep back into his flesh like a dying man’s medicine, it changed something. Stirred something that ought to be left alone. There was an air slightly different from earlier before the dust began to settle. He’d come up from air in the delicate Spring side, and water had changed shades, blackened. An absent presence about the subtle orchestra wreaked havoc among those who could hear it over their own thoughts, and a weak yet vehement knock to his stance and focus the moment the party kissed his eyelids, sending him to bed. A moment of sulking would take place, a quickening beat of repression as he watched.

Contrary to what one may expect his eyes to be drawn to—something so calling to an organizer as the scuffle goading the boy in his peripherals—his stare was elsewhere. In the distance, beneath the ground, wandering around the corners of the dirt to check for what lay between each speck. This one spot, this singular empty spot, a person on either side doing whatever it was people did, but this vacancy. This awash vacancy. It was most promising, it was the whisper, the siren with a skeleton wrapped between her legs and a carcass attached to her back. The darkening night had made the grass harder to distinguish, visible only by flickering blue illumination, but the space beneath it was more conspicuous than ever.

And it swayed. A breeze swam through the Underworld, void of light and especially of hope, and mortality was woken when the grass toppled upon itself, and Levi blinked. The exit had become crowded, as though flames had erupted and everyone was crawling away to spit the smoke from their lungs, seconds before it became lethal. For a few moments, the Gryffindor would just gawk blandly as they gathered and tried to push through whatever hindered them. If grey smoke gathered in his organs, so be it, at least something was touching him, and coughing was something more than standing breathless. Not by force, not in pain, by choice.

His head would tilt, squinting faintly, lodging the silhouettes somewhere in his mind so they would stick with him long after decomposing and being soaked into the roots of a great oak. How had he gotten here? Well, the boy supposed it didn’t matter now; whatever faded was a bridge behind and however he missed the sting, it was gone. No point turning around. It was time to go and leave the Underworld to dawdle in the real Hell it had thinly veiled.

Metamorphmagus
Stats Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
Action Leaving the ball

Moderation Post

The End

The Blossom Ball had heavily wound down. There was a single droplet of flow inward, Selina Knight who had just arrived and gone straight for the Spring Festival upon finding that the Underworld was a rather dead zone. Most others were either easing out of the Underworld to the freedom beyond the ball's boundaries, or had already done so quicker than anyone could notice. Those with squirming girls on their arms had escaped, and now the rest were eager to join, curiosity or perhaps anger boiling in their blood.

The brutes that'd been blocking the door would subside, allowing each participant that neared the door to go through without hindrance or complaint. Who wanted to face Yefim Runyantsev? A powerhouse of a man. One, Valentin Scnell would attempt to hit Santario Martin with Incendio Duo however.

Reducio

wis - t!dice 1d20+10 = 27
acc - t!dice 1d20+10 = 15
eva - t!dice 1d20+7 = 21

Well, the ball would be on fire, but Santario sure wouldn't, proceeding to leave. Even organizers of the ball were making their both quiet and prideful exits, such as Kazuo Shimada and Levi Drakos. Another was off in a duel somewhere. Something had clearly killed the ball's elegant mood, but what had it been? Surely not all the fighting? Or the kidnap? Never.

Overall the climax had passed. The winners of the trials had received their prize and people began to vanish from the dance floor one by one. They left the ball (mostly) as they found it, save a mild mess dispersed along the ground. The sapphire light shined down on emptiness once again, nothing to reflect upon, doomed to go out the same way they came in. Until next time.

TRACKER

Health

Rodion Makarovich 633/700	Violet Carrington 494/600
Astoria Swann 360/500	Maksim Preobrazhensky 580/700

Summary

All those who attempted to leave the ball succeed without fight.
There is a small fire in the Underworld.

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NOTE

This marks the end of moderation for the Blossom Ball. Feel free to properly close any interactions you're in, but there will be no further moderation posts. Thank you for participating!

Action: Going to the spring festival with milosh