Battle Royale Quidditch Match

──────────────────────────────────────── Interacting @Serena Towers Mentioning Charles Alluring Swedish English

Nikita rolled her eyes at Charles, and stuck up her middle finger in his direction. She couldn't stand that annoying boy. She looked at the scores, and gritted her teeth. She reminded herself that they had just started. She looked around the pitch, keeping her eyes on the Niffler. Bludgers flew everywhere, yet they all went past their seeker. Whew. However, their beater got hit, and she watched Arjan fall from the sky. She leaned on her broom, racing towards him, cursing it's slowness... "C'mon!" She muttered, almost there... Arjan landed on her broom, and Nikita breathed a sigh of releif. "Why hello, there. Thanks for dropping by." She smirked at him.

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STA 6 | EVA 6 | STR 8 | WIS 5 | ARC 5 | ACC 5
Obnoxiously Strong
Action: as stradegized
·School broom·

It was a fascinating scene, truly. The mad scramble for the quaffle, the aerial acrobatics and the flitting semblance of eager passion. Not for life, no-- she did not see life being played out in the sky, she saw premedicated action. She saw a want to win, not to live. An expectation that by going through the motions that the ends they want will be earned. Mere avatars, fictitious creations bereft of life's passion.

Then they would shut their eyes and all the world would drop dead; they would lift their lids and all would be born again. Perhaps they made them up inside their head.

The players buzz about verdant and plum, in blue and red. Arbitrary, voiceless, alone as a baker's dozen and a half -- like distant stars. They shut their eyes, the noise of the crowd as if beneath a tide. The black emptiness. The world drops dead.

When their eyes opened, cerulean orbs would gaze upon the passionless commotion in the sky and wonder -- do they dare? A raised hand in her field of side, blocking her view of the murderous pitch, long painted dark fingernails and heavy silver rings. Do they care?

Soon... soon enough they would be called upon. As would the sniveling youth curled on the edge of the bench. As would the boy who harmed her eyes with his display of questionable manliness. They would close their eyes and everything would fade. Perhaps this is all in their head.

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Interacting With: Arjan Oberoi @Serena Towers
Mentioning: The Announcer
Hex Color: #800000

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The realization had promptly and begrudgingly arrived, perhaps a tad too tardy for the Captain’s liking – the competition at hand was certainly more talented than he’d initially anticipated. For two rookie teams with unexplored rosters, in the least, he’d expected a bit more unprofessionalism, maybe one or two lucky targets for the Lions’ beaters to smash into pieces. Oh, how he had been wrong. The challenge at hand admittingly posed a bit of a threat to the spectacular winning streak maintained by his very own team – it was a challenge he was beginning to take extreme pleasure in, however, the anticipation of danger and opportunity alike enough to spur his psyche into some sort of mad excitement, a frantic hunger for danger and action. Pain was a friend Rafael had begun to become more acquainted with, more so over the last two months than all his twelve years combined. Perhaps they’d meet again, in the midst of this battle of pride. It was a reunion he bo9th fearfully and eagerly anticipated.

Despite this anticipation, however, it would seem as his fickle friend had not yet arrived at the scene of the battle. In its place, opportunity flashed her fleeting smile, taunting the young man in the form of the very object of his most avid obsession – the Quaffle had taken to the air, its trajectory a graceful arch sailing antagonistically over his carefully-manicured head. Playing hard to get again, it would seem. It was always more entertaining that way. A steely gaze would settle over his eyes like a mask as his knees jolted to life, pushing him up on his broom and giving his the extra two inches’ edge necessary to snatch the beautiful ball from the dangerous path it traveled – all for naught, he would find moments later, the leather slipping past his fingertips in search for a more suitable host for its affections. They never liked to stay, either, he recalled bitterly as he watched the opposing team sail off in the opposite direction. He wouldn’t let it bother him too much. The Quaffle had never been his mission.

Rather, he had set his sights on a more formidable, much more handsome target – it would seem as if Arjan Oberoi had grown more eye-catching since the last time the young Captain had laid eyes on him the summer prior. [He had decidedly blocked his senior’s presence at the ball from his mind. They were memories he could certainly do without.] It was quite threatening, in fact, though the Captain would never dare to admit it out loud, lest he lose the last dregs of pride he still avidly grasped onto. Never mind this jealousy, however. He’d located his target, choosing to hide his one-sided ambitions under the guise of guardian – surely no one would doubt his judgments, either, given the allegedly natural talents of his opponent. It would seem as if for every ounce of elegance in his visuals, there was a pound of muscle to be found and channeled into the bludgers he hurled through the air like small missiles. He was handsome and dangerous – two traits Rafael found himself utterly repelled by when found in anyone other than himself. He really couldn’t wait to take this bastard out.

Leaning forward on his broom, he began picking up momentum, the subtle whistling of his broom a pleasant tune to his ears as he pursued his target from behind. They said only cowards attacked from behind – they also said all was fair in love and war. It's an investment, he rationalized bitterly. Can’t have this guy stealing my girlfriend. It would be this thought spurring the Captain on as he approached his opponent from the back end, leg prepped for attack. “Hey, hot stuff,” he would yell tauntingly over the whistling of the oncoming wind, “are you as dumb as you look?” He wouldn’t wait for an answer, instead taking his right foot and quickly pistoning his heel into the side of his opponent. The attack would be enough to send his opponent careening over the edge of his broomshaft and directly towards the green grass below him.

"Foul for D'Spacito!"

It didn’t feel like one, however, the Captain noted with a wicked grin as he maneuvered his broom towards the edges of the pitch. He wouldn’t notice the beater’s new position on the back of another player’s broom, nor would he note the shouts of dissent targeted towards his haphazard actions. Nothing could drown out the trumpets in his ears, the rush of adrenaline punctuating his first illegal success.

Rafael was back in business.

Action • Being a General Ass + Taking a Lap

Akari briefly looked down and grinned at Figaro as he purred in her lap. She continued scratching his head gently as she brought her gaze back up to the airborne craziness. She muttered a couple words of discontent under her breath, as one of the foreign teams scored, though her attention was quickly adverted to seeing another one of her teammates being knocked off her broom. Though fortunately at least this time no one was completely wiped out. Let's hope it would stay that way.

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Action: Benched

Position: Second String Keeper
Broom: Sliver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: Charmer & Impartial
Stats: Stamina: 7 (10) - Evasion: 10 (13) - Strength: 5 (8) - Wisdom: 4 (7) - Arcane Power: 7 (10) - Accuracy: 9 (12)

Mentioning/Interacting: @Piérre Marchonné

#666

Broom: School Broom

Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong, Foul Play

Stats: |Sta: 7 |Eva: 7 |Str: 9 |Wis: 5 |Arc: 4 |Acc: 8|

Actions:Getting into position, doing as strategized

It was actually a pretty good hit- or it would've been, if it had landed. But the guy she had whacked the bludger at seemed to be skilled at acrobatics in the air, and successfully dodged. The bludger whirred past him, and the next thing Suzuki felt was a massive blow to her ribs, like some massive object had slammed into her. Because some object had indeed slammed into her, fast enough maybe to break her ribs. She fell towards the ground.

Piérre, the keeper, managed somehow to catch her before she splattered all over the ground.

" Thanks. And I'm doing fine, as you can see."

Wincing as she tested for broken bones, Suzuki summed up that she would probably be fine. Except for a massive multicolored bruise, she would be fine.

But their team wasn't in the lead anymore. 20-20-0.

The game had quickly become very interesting. In only a matter of minutes, so many more things had happened. Luckily, no more of the Gryffindor players had been completely taken out of the game, although a few players had been knocked from their brooms. The Wixes had scored twice, tying the score between them and Gryffindor.

Gia's eyes were mainly on her team's Seeker. If she fell/got knocked out of the game, Gia would be in, as she was the second-string seeker. So the instant the other girl spotted the snitch, the twelve year old crossed her fingers, hoping against hope that Evelynn would be able to reach it before one of the other teams did...

Action: Benched

Position: Second-string seeker
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Stats: Stamina 8 (11) | Evasion 7 (10) | Strength 4 (7) | Wisdom 7 (10) | Arcane Power 8 (11) | Accuracy 6 (9)
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers

Ana kept looking for the snitch, but some minutes passed as the match kept progressing and she was unsucessful with the task. In her life, Anastasia had never experienced a match this violent, for bludgers were hitting everywhere, and team Hydra was bludgering everyone instead of scoring. It wasn't the first time Ana flinched that day when she saw someone being hit by one of those powerful quidditch balls. Yikes.

As strategised

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People seem to be dropping quickly, some even to the point of sharing brooms. Niklaus watched everything, sitting on the edge of his seat. He smiled wide as they got 20 points, happy to get them even if they weren't in the lead. His eyes slowly went from his team to the stands, looking once more for someone. He didn't find her, but found a couple of people that stood out to him. He signed and looked back to the game.

Action: benched

Viola continued watching the events of the game, bored and dissatisfied in being benched, until she saw what she had been looking for since the beginning of the game; a flick of the wrist by the captain. She was in the game. It was time to play Quidditch, and she was as ready as she would ever be.

Wixes United had just begun doing well, and now she got to make sure that they continued doing so. Who knew? Maybe the chaser role held good opportunities for her. It would be interesting being the one scoring the Quaffle.

Viola mounted her broom and began flying, ready to feel the wind against her hair and the perfect adrenaline rush of a good game of Quidditch.

POSTS: [x] [x] [x]
HEALTH: 500/500

───────────── Stats Stamina 8 Evasion 8 Strength 8 Wisdom 5 Arcane Power 3 Accuracy 8 Health 800/800 ─────────────

───────────── Abilities Calming Presence - Team 2 Keeper’s Catch ─────────────

Everything was going relatively smoothly for the Wixes. Luka watched as the mostly Durmstrang team that had named themselves the Hydras seemed to be almost exclusively targeting the Gryffindors. He cringed a bit at their aggressive tactics and secretly hoped that they would not turn their attention on the Wixes yet. He knew, of course, that it was probably only a matter of time, but maybe their conflict with Gryffindor would wear them down a little.

In the meantime he focused on guarding his hoops, managing to block both attempts from the Gryffindors to score on him. He even managed to execute a perfect catch-and-pass, allowing Lucietta to get a second goal in. If they could keep it up, they might be able to take the lead on goals. His eyes turned to Ana, spotting her searching desperately for the snitch. “Keep it up Wixes!” He cheered on his teammates.

Doing as strategized