Battle Royale Quidditch Match

MADHUP HEXUM Fourth-Year Durmstrang Chaser BUTzIFzYOU'REzLIKEzME,zYOUzJUST

STA - 8 11 | EVA - 10 13 STR - 9 12 | WIS - 3 6 ARC - 3 6 | ACC - 13 16 zzKEEPzCHASINGzTHEzSTORM

Those first few moments of the game would be tucked into Madhup's memories: the thrum of his heart, the sound of Nikita (@Paige Grant) barreling alongside him, the sickly thud of broom striking body. He would remember his teammate patting his back, and would fire off an impish, particularly pearly grin. "Damn. You hit her real good." With the words, she expressed annoyance at Alluring some ways behind them. Mad jostled her with an elbow, muttering "With a little help. I was looking forward to that very much." His contempt for the foul only grew when the Niffler (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood) joined them, the bump to his shoulder broadening Mad's sly smirk. “How they accuse you! Hah!” "Playing favorites," he agreed with a fake pout, though his loitering play was interrupted as Charles (@Henry Knight) hollered his way: "Do the lap then get back in Murhap." Madhup's smile wavered, upper lip crinkling, his mischievous joy touched with a twinge of annoyance. "You are so distracted that you forget the name of your own teammate?" the boy drawled back, but with a final huff of self-importance, he obliged and exited the field.

Despite the unfazed play he put on, what he witnessed from the outskirts had him itching to get back in the game. Slava was struck, but in proper Slava fashion, he stayed on his broom. Arjan was hit down, though at least caught by Nikita. In return, they knocked another pesky Hogwarts beater from her broom, though to his dismay, she was saved. Charles' attempted blatch failed, they would pass one-another as he reentered the field. As though he was hosting his own Out-Immature-One-Another competition, Madhup cupped his mouth in both hands before bellowing in imitation of his teammate's earlier line, complete with incorrect name: "Do ThE lAp ThEn GeT bAcK iN, ApPalLiNg!" The Bumblebee swept back onto the field, ready to save them all, prepared to be the hero that Hydra neither needed nor deserved.

Reducio

ACTION: As Strategized

BROOM: Silver Arrow, +3 to every stat (added to stat list in green)

ABILITIES
Foulplay - 25% chance that fouls will go unnoticed
Interception - automatic chance to Intercept a passed quaffle
Fearless - Immunity to fear effects such as terrible presence

as strategised

English #26687E • French #72267E

Cassie gave up and decided to let Milo take over 'protect Stacey' duty, instead flying in search of a bludger to hit in the direction of one of the other seekers. There was something satisfying about hitting a bludger, Cassie reflected as she did so. Something real. Maybe that's why Scarlett had been so infatuated with the sport. Cassie could almost see where the redhead was coming from... but, of course, Quidditch was nothing compared with broomracing.

[ sixth sense • fearless • sta 9 (10) • eva 6 • str 8 • wis 7 • arc 4 • acc 7 (8) • shooting star (+1 to acc and stam)]

Broom: Silver Arrow | doing as strategized | open to interaction

Frustration kicked in when he grabbed the quaffle, two attempts superior to the other chasers, but then just... froze? He couldn't really explain what happened just that something overcame him like a dark presence that distracted him. The fourth and soon to be fifth year couldn't pinpoint the occurrence to a specific location and instead had to deal with his distracted mind as he failed two attempts of getting the quaffle through hoops. But he wouldn't let that get him down, he would pick himself up again and just do better next time, he had to. At least he knew he was likely to get the quaffle so he must be at least on equal level with the other chasers. Though he was curious what strategy his captains had in mind now, as he readied himself to fly fast.

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

Interacting with Nikita | Mentions: Felix

After successfully knocking one person off their broom, Arian wasted no time in flexing. But after that, he went back to business and moved into position. Sending another bludger at some random target - eh, did it really matter who it was at this point? Did he really care who it was? No. He smirked as the bludger hit its target. Unfortunately, there was little time to flex as it seemed some random boy was insanely jealous of how incredibly talented and strong Arjan was that the boy resorted to cheating!

That was his only sense of comfort as he fell from the sky. That kid, whoever he was, was going to die though. That was the only fair compensation for trying to make Arjan break his beautiful face with the fall. What other reason was there, after all? With a sense of rage that could only be comforted by this very small comfort, he fell... until someone caught him. Oh that chick from earlier, the one who made a comment about it not being the time. With a smirk, Arjan stretched his arm, “Is it the time now?” He responded to her earlier words, in place of a thank you. The tone of voice indicated a friendly thanks though. “Can you get me over there?” He asked, hoping to whack the blatcher in the face with the bat itself. Mostly because he was annoyed.

What he did notice during his fall, however, was that his sister was sitting in the stadium next to that annoying kid he had met not too many days prior. Except... the hair was ridiculous and it was hilarious. Once he had gotten back onto the broom (well Nikita’s broom), he smirked over to Felix and threw a wink his way. He had time before he had to murder the Gryffindor kid, after all. Nikita still had to fly them to him, after all.

ACTION: As strategised.

For Moderation --

Reducio

Arjan Oberoi - Beater

STATS:

Stamina: 15 + (3) = 18
Evasion: 7 + (3) = 10
Strength: 17 + (3) = 20
Wisdom: 3 + (3) = 6
Arcane Power: 7 + (3) = 10
Accuracy: 10 + (3) = 13

Obnoxiously Strong NOT added. Strength would be 23 with it, if added pre-damage [17 + 15% (2.55) + 3 (from broom) = 22.55. Considered 23 rounded up)]

BROOM:

Silver Arrow
Handmade by Leonard Jewkes and can reach speeds of 68 mph. 
Stats: +3 to every stat [Added above for ease]

Fallen from broom so stats should not have the +3. I don’t know what the new broom is so cannot correct at this time, due to terrible WiFi service sorry.

ABILITIES:

1. Obnoxiously Strong: Extra 15% Strength
2. The Martial Artist: N/A
3. Spell Spread: N/A
4. Charmer: -1 accuracy to all opponents (Hydra classed as allies, everyone else is an opponent)

Interacting: Madhup Hexum@Pericles Dralt
Mentioning: Nikita Lebedev @Paige Grant| @Scarlett Aden | Arjan Oberoi@Serena Towers | @Anastasia Beckett
Russian |French |English

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Interacting With: Open to interactions
Mentioning: @Scarlett Aden | @Henry Knight
Hex Color: #0080FF
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For Moderation:

Position: First String Chaser/Beater (sharing with Scarlett)
Action: Do as strategized
Health: 800/800
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: | Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence | Evasive Maneuvers |
Stats: Stamina 5 (8) | Evasion 14 (17) | Strength 5 (8) | Wisdom 9 (12) | Arcane Power 10 (13) | Accuracy 10 (13)

The object of Ana's ire nattered on and Ana tried her hardest to tune her out. Attacks were whizzing about the field. "I am, in fact, considering I caught you rather than let you plummet to the pitch which I might add would be a lovely sight," Ana snapped tersely. Some foreign player (Charles Alluring) shot at them, seemingly out of nowhere, but Ana masterfully dodged his attack. Still, Scarlett's babbling was distracting and Ana knew she would have noticed the attack sooner without the unwanted passenger.

"SHUT UP!" the blonde said harshly. She was a professional but Scarlett was a distraction that seemed determined to get both of them knocked off the broom. "I'm entirely serious - Quidditch is more important to me than anything to do with you and if you continue to spew things that I suppose are technically speech you'll lose us the game."

The blatcher (if he could reasonably be called that, Ana supposed failure was more accurate) was shouting about how they didn't know how to fly and Ana rolled her eyes, smiled sweetly, then let forth a torrent of obscenities that no schoolgirl ought to know much less say.

At that point, they had neared Scarlett's broom to the point where Ana could safely tip her broom sharply to unseat her unwanted passenger before shooting upwards. The beater made an obscene gesture that Ana herself had made countless times. Still, it was neither the time nor place. "As I said, you lack the ability to even remotely emulate a profession for a few moments," Ana called back loftily as she ascended and returned Scarlett's gesture.

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Chaos. That was the only way Evelynn could describe the game. She tried to keep track of it for the sake of knowing what to say should she need to direct her team further with the strategy, but there were simply too many bodies. On several occasions, she'd even accidentally mistaken one of the opposing Durmstrang players for her own, red blurring into red with the high speeds of her scouting laps about the pitch. Every man for themselves was what she suspected the game would devolve into. Several other bodies would fall from the sky over the next few minutes, but whose, she couldn't quite be certain.

Above the din, the gong of goals would sound, but she wouldn't turn to look to see whose points they heralded. Instead, the glimmer of gold had caught her attention, two small wings beating like that of a hummingbird letting her know it wasn't just the sun glinting off a watch. Her heart leaping with hope, Evelynn's mind seemed to slow and race all at the same time. Now was her opportunity. If she could just close in on it, maybe they could swipe a victory before too much damage could be done...

[font=century gothic]ACTION | Doing as strategized[/font]

Roleplaying as iNPC Katherine Felix

Wow, this game was crazy- greenish eyes would glance wearily as bludgers flew around her, knocking down other opponents. Thankfully none from her team fell, continuing to form small laps around the pitch as she kept a watchful eye on her peers. Some good blocks, some good scores, a substitution, and an unfortunate miss. Really not too bad, especially considering that people continued to fall out of the sky- and onto someone else's broom most of the time. Still, it sounded painful. But that was also part of the game.

Feelings mixed, Kit continued her circling, wondering if she would get a chance to actually grab hold of a quaffle. Who knew how long this game would last...

Action: As strategized Position: First string chaser Health: 900/900

Stamina: 9 Evasion: 9 Strength: 9 Wisdom: 4 Arcane Power: 0 Accuracy: 10

Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers Catch Broom: School broom

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Reducio #3f8d6f [English] #40798c [German] #4c56a4 [French] action | doing as strategized health | 700/700 stats | sta 7 eva 9 str 2 wis 4 arc 5 acc 8 abilities | calming presence • allies gain a 10% autohit chance 00 month, 0000

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Undeterred, Lucietta went for the Quaffle again. She was trying her best to focus on what she was doing, but there was an awful amount of things going on around her that she could barely keep track of. It was both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time. Luckily, this time, she’d actually managed to grab a hold on the Quaffle and had scored twice. She took one pause to look around, blurs of colors passing by as they flew. It was a lot, but she noticed some indistinguishable people getting knocked off their brooms and being hit by bludgers. She hoped it wasn’t anyone from their team.