Gryffindor v Slytherin Broom Race Jan 2022

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[font=times new roman]A hiss escaped Wyatt as he felt a sudden sensation. It was horrible; he could feel some sort of liquid eating through his skin. The race was still on, however. He couldn't just stop, of course.

He watched with a smirk as Vale whizzed past him in the narrow passageway. That was a challenging obstacle, and the first-year completed it with ease, how could you not be proud?

[font=times new roman]Action: As strategized.

[font=times new roman]Interacting: N/A
Mentioning: Vale Ashwood

It was far too soon to smile, so even with the swerving opponents and the hellish woods behind him, the brunet’s face remained completely blank. Without concern, without confidence, not a trace of focus glimmering in his irises or tugging down at the corners of his lips. The most alive part of him was ignited by the speed, unruly hair which had steadily grown through the year falling ragged over his face. On occasion he’d wince and that was all, his knuckles whitening with the deadly grip on the broom. A sharp intake of breath and the wounds were just wounds again until the next time the heavy wind dared them to burn and bleed.

The opening ahead was narrow, extremely so. It would take skilled flying to move in the ways the crevice demanded, fitting between each side as a puzzle piece in perfect place. Skill that, apparently, Levi did not possess. Perhaps he’d spent too many seconds with his head cocked, numbers and angles surrounding his head in a mist like he knew what any of them meant. To choose a means of logic over a narcissist’s first instinct. Instead, his body rammed into the obstacle, a powerful ache vibrating through each limb and joint, diligent enough to swim in his sore veins and leave no inch of flesh untouched.

Well, hopefully no one had seen that. His palms was shaking on the handle of his broom, several bruises beginning to form on his side. Despite not being able to see the blackened violet spread across his ribs, Levi could feel the blood pooling beneath his leathery skin. Again, a narrow passageway, notably wider than the first. Still, the ache took away from any remnant of accuracy, and he slammed into it, perhaps constructing a bruise on the opposite side. For the sake of symmetry, he’d say later, with full knowledge that no one would believe that and it would be just as embarrassing in an hour as it was now. Or, even more so, given the following passageway also posed enough of a challenge to deepen the tint of these bruises.

It was humiliating to end a round on three consecutive failures, so the boy pushed forward. It happened quickly, in such a smooth transition that for a moment, the Gryffindor hadn’t picked up on the increasing intensity of the wind. One moment, it was enough to send his hair into a fit and gently whirl between the fabrics of his racing uniform, and in the next, his grip was sliding off the broom. Knuckles pale as could be, holding on tightly, but then nothing. The breeze flew betwixt his fingers, desperately grasping at the dead nothingness that had collapsed around him. At this point, it was surprising to see his mien was not only downcast but a tad bored—failure had become the usual for this round.

Action As strategized.

Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 (9) | Str: 4 (5) | Wis: 6 (7) | Arc Power: 5 | Acc: 6 (8)
Race/Abilities: Metamorphmagus | Charmer
Broom: Nimbus 1700 | +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 wis, +1 str | Top Speed: 6

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----The acid was still burning on Vale's body, but as always, she took great fulfillment from the pain. She almost didn't notice...something, odd about where she was. What was it exactly? Whatever it was, it keeps trying to distract Vale during her rush.

Going as fast as she could, she barreled past anyone and anything until her luck from not hitting anything ran dry, and she had to push through a narrow passageway with other racers. In her adrenaline rush, Vale wasn't sure whether or not a couple racers bypassed her person after smacking around in the passageway.

Whatever the case, she got to keep going.

Action: As strategized.

Reducio

Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats] // Top Speed = 5
Stats: Sta 5 🠂 8 | Eva 7 🠂 10 | Str 4 🠂 7 | Wis 7 🠂 10 | Arc 6 🠂 9 | Acc 6 🠂 9

The boy’s delayed advance offered its own reward, the absence of competitors allowed him to take the easiest path. Providing a glimmer of hope upon his visage as his blue located the distant flapping cloaks at his twelve.

With a deep breath, the boy put his head down in a continued effort to recover lost ground.

Stats: Stam: 8 | Eva: 10 | Str: 7 | Wis: 8 | Arc: 3 | Acc: 10
Abilities: Evasive | Evasive Deux

Feeling the wind hitting her face, Violet felt some sort of energy that made her shiver in fear, distracting her and making her hit one of the trees. ''Oh fuck you fucking tree go to hell you idiot wh-'' Violet tried going back on track after throwing her rage at the tree.

As strategized

Reducio

Terrible Presence - Perfectionist
Sta: 6 | Eva: 10 | Str: 1 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 3 | Acc: 10
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)

However much her last dash through the race's obstacles had taken it's toll on her, was nothing compared to how Scarlet was feeling now. Scarlet had no idea about the branch en-route to hit her until she felt the harsh pain of it slamming against her side. This was hardly a branch though, it may as well have been a small log as far as she was concerned, she felt herself wobble as the branch made contact with her but she managed to remain steady on her broom, surprising herself that the thing didn't knock her off.

She looked behind her, trying to pick out who had thrown the projectile. Her eyes landed on the Gryffindor she remembered towering over the other students at the start line, it must have been him, she couldn't imagine anyone else being able to lift such a weight whilst on a broom, never mind aim and throw it with the force he had done. She turned back to focus on the portion of the race still ahead of her, though it was hard to clear her head of the thoughts of the Gryffindor behind her, she didn't think she could take another hit like that.

Actions: As strategised
Stats: Stamina - 4 (7) | Evasion - 4 (7) | Strength - 7 (10) | Wisdom - 9 (12) | Arcane Power - 7 (10) | Accuracy - 4 (7)
Race: Werewolf | Abilities: Terrible Presence
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats), Top Speed = 5

Broom Racing Moderation
Round 3

Unit 1 None Unit 2 None Unit 3 (Hard Woods DC 18) None Unit 4 (Moderate Woods DC 13) None Unit 5 (Bundimun Wis DC 20 Eva DC 25) Hugh started his round here Unit 6 Thomas started his round here ●Hugh (Moving 2 units, reduced to half due to action) ●Thomas (Moving 0 unit, Alley Oop Wyatt) Thomas ended his round here Unit 7 ●Hugh (Moving 2 units, reduced to half due to action) Improvised Projectile @Vale Hugh ended his round here Unit 8 (Hard Narrow Passageway DC 22) Wyatt started his round here Violet started her round here Unit 9 (Easy Narrow Passageway DC 12) ●Wyatt (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) 9 (+9) (-6 due to speed) = 12 -> Success ●Violet (Moving 5 units) 11 (+13) (-4 due to speed) = 20 -> Success Unit 10 (Moderate Narrow Passageway DC 17) Scarlet started her round here Vale started her round here ●Wyatt (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) 14 (+9) (-6 due to speed) = 17 -> Success ●Violet (Moving 5 units) 7 (+13) (-4 due to speed) = 16 -> Hit ●Scarlet (Moving 0 unit, Alley Oop Vale) Scarlet ended her round here Unit 11 Nicholas started his round here Xailah started her round here Della started her round here ●Wyatt (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) ●Violet (Moving 5 units) ●Vale (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) ●Nicholas (Moving 5 units) ●Xailah (Moving 5 units) ●Della (Moving 5 units) Unit 12 Everyone passed through Unit 13 (Hard Wind DC 15) Levi returned to his broom ●Wyatt (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) 1 = Crit Fail->KOB ●Vale (Moving 7 units due to Alley Oop) 2 (+7) = 9 -> KOB ●Violet (Moving 5 units) 11 (+4) = 15 -> Success ●Nicholas (Moving 5 units) 17 (+11) = 28 -> Success ●Xailah (Moving 5 units) 10 (+2) = 12 -> KOB ●Della (Moving 5 units) 20 (+6) = 26 -> Success Violet ended her round here Wyatt ended his round here (KOB) Vale ended her round here (KOB) Xailah ended her round here (KOB) Unit 14 None Unit 15 None Unit 16 Nicholas ended his round here Della ended her round here Unit 17 (Hard vines DC 17) Unit 18 None Unit 19 None Unit 20 (Moderate high wind DC 10) Unit 21 None Unit 22 (Easy high wind DC 5) Unit 23 None Unit 24 (Whomping Willow) Unit 25 Fin ──────────────────── Other Action ● Hugh threw improvised projectile at Vale ──────────────────── - - - - - - - - - -

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes. Nothing good starts in the broom race. Everyone seemed to love throwing things, both improvised projectiles and humans. Yes, humans. Thomas Lestrange for instance, he would try and yeet his team mate, Wyatt Starkey, just so the Slytherin would steal the race cup before the Lions do. But the stakes were high, the waters rough, would Wyatt survive the challenges upon him with his additional 2 speeds? Totally not important right now because if we look at the handsome and tall part giant right there, he was about to do something sneaky but legal. But you know what they say, people throw rocks at things that shine. Of course Vale was shining brighter than the comet in the sky, it might have triggered the violent button in Hugh. That day was not flawless for the green coloured house team to say the least. Improvised Projectile Hugh’s Acc -> 19+10 = 29 Vale’s Evasion -> 6+10=16 Damage -> 25*strength = 25*13 = 325 But this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. Although Vale took quite a lot of damage, perhaps the Slytherin would do a revenge act to win the match in the end. There might be so much bad blood between Hugh and the other team, but bandages don’t fix bullet holes, apologies would not be enough this time if he decides to do so. (This happened when Vale is in her farthest unit) Moving on to the other Slytherins, Wyolett, Wyatt and Violet. Both were trying to reach the finish line before the red team. They passed through the narrow passageway without a single scratch on their smooth and hydrated skin, how spectacular. But then the way was getting harder to get through, it was apparent enough since Violet seemed to struggle the most. Her body bonked itself towards the rough surface of the wall. Smh, we expected better from Violet Carrington. Damage (broom speed*10) Violet -> 50 Following Thomas LeYeeter’s footsteps, Scarlet Salvatore also attempted to throw Vale Ashwood forward, sacrificing her move in this round. Her strong arms were able to give Vale 2 additional speed, but it would mean higher death by a thousand cuts rates. Looking at the deadly unit, the windy unit, Levi Drakos was back to his shiny broom, but his smouldering expression still looked as charming as ever. Unfortunately for Wyatt, his ooped self would go to waste. Did he know why he had to say goodbye like the back of his hand? He might just wish that he had a better strength. The water flew him to places he had never been, and flying definitely felt like falling till the bone crush. Scarlet would be so sad to see her ooping attempt did not go so great either. Vale was not the kind of girl who would be barging in on a windy occasion, so she fell. Slytherin must have been feeling that familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in their souls. And Xailah, poor Xailah. She followed where Wyatt and Vale went. Wyatt, Vale, and Xailah need to break their soul in two and wonder where did their broom go But Nicholas.. He was a killer and he didn’t try at all. Life was a willow and it bent right to his wind, wreck my plans, that’s my man. Snakes and stones never break his bones. His astonishing accomplishment made one of the moderators (ooc) write a poem just for him. on unit 13 old nick went zoomy almost like a young gen-z-e whom he mocks mercilessly By none other than Avery Gallows Della was doing the exact same thing, her pale blond hair followed the motion of the wind, but she looked as sparkly as ever. She fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole, long story short, she survived. Unlike the others who were the equivalent of crumpled pieces of papers lying down there. Total Damages Hugh = 40/round for 4 rounds = 40 Wyatt = 50/round for 4 rounds = 50 Violet = 50 + 50/round for 4 rounds = 100 Scarlet = 50/round for 3 rounds = 50 Nicholas = 50/round for 3 rounds = 50 Xailah = 50/round for 3 rounds = 50 Della = 50/round for 3 rounds = 50 Vale = 325 + 50/round for 3 rounds = 375 Levi = 50/round for 3 rounds = 50 ══════════ ❀•❀•❀ ═════════ Locations Unit 1-5 None Unit 6 Thomas Lestrange Unit 7 Hugh Lowe -40/round for 4 rounds Unit 8 None Unit 9 None Unit 10 Scarlet Salvatore -50/round for 4 rounds Unit 11 None Unit 12 None Unit 13 Levi Drakos -50/round for 3 rounds Wyatt Starkey KOB -50/round for 4 rounds Vale Ashwood KOB -50/round for 3 rounds Violet Carrington -50/round for 4 rounds Xailah Alptraum KOB -50/round for 3 rounds Unit 14 None Unit 15 None Unit 16 Nicholas McCowan -50/round for 3 rounds Della Barfield -50/round for 3 rounds Unit 17-25 None Average Racers' acc ->7 Average Racers' strength -> 5 Health Bars ● Hugh 1672/1800 ● Thomas 1100/1100 ● Wyatt 655/900 ● Violet 750/1000 ● Vale 215/800 ● Scarlet 45/700 ● Nicholas 1125/1500 ● Xailah 950/1200 ● Della 450/800 ● Levi 280/700 Racers have 5 days to post and captains have until the same time to owl moves to myself and Avery Gallows. If you have any questions, please do reach out! credit to taylor swift for the lines

Edit 1 -> added Violet's roll in unit 13

The question concerning Levi's whereabouts would be answered. Having not witnessed what had happened to the boy, Xailah had no chance to prepare herself for what was next to come. If she hadn't been scanning the ground for her lost teammate, then maybe she would have been able to focus on steadying herself. Levi's unseen fate would befall her. A stiff gust of wind hit her from the side. She teetered, her hold on DeSoto slipping. Another zephyr hit her; this one caused her to let go.

She did not scream when she fell, nor did she cry or pray. Her plummet was serene. This was not her first time falling from a great height, and assuming she continued her career as a racer, it would certainly not be her last. She listened to the wind- the same one that had caused the descent- whistle it's shrill tune in her ear. She felt light and free; up until the minute gravity returned her to it's heavy arms. What little snow and grass was on the ground, cushioned the worst of the fall. Xailah promptly tumbled across the frosty sheet with nothing more than a little bit of a sharp jolt in her bones, as consequence of the impromptu skydiving feat. It was unsurprising to see her prove quite resilient when falling from such heights- considering the strong association she had with cats, such was perhaps expected.

She stood once she was able. Brushed herself off. A flake of snow was flicked from her shoulder. The lioness looked above to see Nicholas and Della zooming onwards without her. A shame she had failed to remain suspended in the sky. She would have liked to continue flying with her other cubs. Faint shuffling from nearby took her away from the activity upwards. Lifting her goggles, she squinted through the weak snowfall. Levi was spotted not too far from where Xailah had fallen. She was a little disappointed to find him on the ground with her, though pleased that he was already remounting his broom. She didn't bother to check to see if the boy was alright- there was not time for such exchanges- instead she called to him. Only one word was spoken.

"Go." A command. Appropriately, it was the first thing to come out of her mouth during the whole race. A shadow moved overhead. Attention slipped between Levi, and something plummeting in her peripheral. Plop. Great. Slytherins were falling out of the damn sky, like sick birds. Plop. "Go, go go-" Xailah ushered, despite likely not needing to tell the boy again. Urgency simply added flavor. She wouldn't wait to watch him take off. Hell, she had to find her own broom now. Swiftly, she turned on her heel in search for the limb of deep red. The Gryffindor needed to find her Moontrimmer before the fallen snakes found their brooms. Poor Xailah? No. Poor DeSoto. Where had the beloved broom gone? Surely it hadn't fallen far?

One moment, Della was with Xailah and Nick as they braced against the strong winds. The next, Xailah was gone. The gust had pummeled the older Gryffindor girl right out of the sky—she would probably soon find their missing teammate.

Della stuttered on her broom. She dared not look back, hoping her teammate had survived the impact. If Xailah, a more skilled racer all around, couldn't make it, what chance did she have? She white-knuckled her broom handle and felt her palms get sweaty. She tried to remember their training: she took her long limbs and pulled them close into her body, head down, trying to be an aerodynamic wind-surfing lion. She concentrated on that image as the currents slapped up against her sides, but she felt one come from below, pushing her up and over the remaining winds, into the next zone, like a rising tide laying her on the beach before quickly receding.

Lucky. Della opened her eyes. Nick was still there; she gave him a shaky thumbs-up. But now, the lead was whittled down to the two of them. And next, they would have to wrestle through the vines.

Action: as strategized

Stats: stamina: 5 8 | evasion: 7 10 | strength: 3 6 | wisdom: 6 9 | arcane power: 5 8 | accuracy: 4 7
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)
Top Speed: 5

Credit to Winnie Harper

Nicholas maintained his grip on his broom, the thick wooden handle clasped between gloved hands as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world, a lifeline, his sole respite against a swell of danger. He supposed it was all of those things, in a sense, particularly when the race was so ridiculously important. The wind had buffeted against him, sending loose pieces of clothing flapping and turned his hair into a tangle of locks that fell over his eyes.

He could barely see through said locks as he flew, not daring to move his hands from their precarious position. Not until the wind had subsided, the track clearing up considerably. Nicholas ran his hand through his hair, pushing it backwards, sweat sticking it to his head. The ability to see afforded him the opportunity to observe his surroundings and, to his great shock, he noted that all that remained of the leading pack were himself and Barfield. Alptraum had evidently been unable to maintain her grasp, that thought caused Nicholas to grimace. On the bright side, at least the Slytherins had also fallen to the wayside.

He caught his first year teammate's eyes, and the girl offered him a shaky thumbs up. His grimace formed into a true smile, and he answered the gesture with a faux-salute, two digits pressed against his forehead.

Nicholas's smile only broadened further following the gesture, a fit of giggles erupting from his chest, before the laughter thickened to veritable cackling. Things were going well, he couldn't quite believe it, and that confusion was positively joyous.

Stats: STA: 15 (12) | EVA: 9 (6) | STR: 11 (8) | WIS: 9 (6) | ARC: 7 (4) | ACC: 9 (6)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 All Stats, Top Speed 5)
Action: As Strategised