PV Players A Friendly Game of Quidditch 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍

No idea what she was doing, but quickly set her mind into hard gear when brooms were off! Taking to the sky, she could feel herself wobble, finding her balance. It was hard enough riding these things in class, now trying to grab the quaffle, but not only THAT. She had to avoid any attacks and manage to throw this into a ring resting on top of a post!?
To say the least, Monica was very much not in her eliminate, however revealing that fact would ruin her! You never let your enemy know the state of your mind, you push through, fight hard, gain the upper ground.
It was a well known fact that Monica did not look like the athletic type. She was shorter than average, with twig like arms and legs, no muscles to show off, nor general coordination when it came to basic activities... such as walking. BUT she loved the thrill of the game. Proving to others she was a competitor, despite her physic.
She followed after the opposing chaser, couldn't quite remember the name of her, and fought as best she could to obtain the quaffle, but to no avail... twice!
This wasn't good, she was letting her team down!
Picking herself up, she raced forward, snatched a hold of the ball, darting for her target. Half way through her travels, it dawned on her, "I have it....I HAVE IT" She shouted it out, not caring how dumb it sounded, this was exhilarating!
Over her shoulder, her peruse chased after her, but to no success, as Monica neared the goal post, she drew back her arm, taking aim, and flinging the quaffle through the air, nearly thrusting herself off her broom. Steadying herself, she looked up to see she had made her mark!
"SCOOOOOOORRRRREEEEEE!"
Hands lifted in the air, the rush of it! Her first goal! Or point....whatever they called it in this sport. This was what she was missing! She heard her faithful captain calling after her, "All right Monica!" Making eye contact, Monica let out a victory yell, pumping her fist in the air.
Nearly missing the reset, as the game was still going, quickly re adjusted herself on her broom, back into action.
Taking a moment to try to see what her other team mates were up to, realizing she had been so zoned in on that quaffle, she forgot that there were other people on the field.
Not seeing what had happened, but noticed Quinn seemed a little off, come to think of it, she did recall seeing through the corner of her eye the bludger racing through the air. "Must be some intese things happening over there."
Taking notice of her seeker, not seeming like he was having much luck. Well back to the task at hand, the only one she really had to worry about, scoring more points!
"LET'S DO THIS PYGYM PUFF RIOTS!" releasing a victory screech, she raise the tip of her broom, almost like it was a Stallion preparing for war, and she took off!

Action|Doing as strategized

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @June Selwyn|@Henry Knight|@Dexter Ragsdill|@Reena Delgado|@Quinn Root|@Aly Salinger|@Simon Kincaid|@George Rees

STAMINA|6

EVASION|8

STRENGTH|7

WISDOM|4

ARCANE POWER|6

ACCURACY|4

Broom|School Broom

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up in the air, she tightened her grip on the broom as if the stronger she clutched the better she would play. Determined not to show signs of anxiousness, she gave the other chaser a firm look of determination.
As far as the other team was concerned, she was not worried. She knew what she was doing. Shifting her gaze from the girl to the quaffles, she waited for the game to start. She felt every muscle tense up, ready to zoom as soon as she could. When the game started she didnt hesitate a single second and dove for not one quaffle but all three. She managed to grab 2 when it suddenly dawned on her that the other chaser was on her tail. Flying up and around the black haired girl, she made her way through the chaos and scored 2 goals for her team. She came to a sudden halt on her broom to survey the game around her. The other chaser had just only noticed that she had done somrthing good, which caused reena to sigh. It was painful, who let this girl on a broom? Her toxic trait at the moment was believing she was better just because she had scored more points. She ignored the girl and watched her teammates, flying around the pitch and between the players, her next move already in mind.

School Broom | Metamorph | Stamina:5 • Evasion: 5 • Strength: 5 • Wisdom: 6 • Arcane Power: 4 • Accuracy: 5

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The game was on, Reena had grabbed two of the quaffles. The other teams keeper had grabbed one of them. She couldn't help but smile, she was definitely on a good team. With good players she did know better then to judge, even if the mighty ducks where winning.

Quinn looked around seeing if she could smack anything, George had seen a chance. He had sent the bulger in the direction of there Seeker. Was he looking for the snitch? She could tell that he was about to get hit and flew into the lane of the bulger. She attempted to hit it away from them, but failed.

The bulger had hit her in her side. For the first time, she had expected this to happen some point in the game. She didn't expect it to happen so soon, or the pain that would come with it. The a posing teams captain was encouraging Georges hit. June who was overseeing the game had asked if she was ok. It hurt, but she smiled and waved. "Thanks for asking! Ill live!"

It was a part of the game. It would be tough but she needed to get used to it.

WC: 204
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 3 | Accuracy: 4
Riding on a school broom || HP -- 275/500

Interacting: @Quinn Root | @Reena Delgado | @Dexter Ragsdill
Mentioning: @June Selwyn | Loki

George held tightly to her broom with her left hand while holding the bat in her right. Once the bludger came towards her, she would know where to aim it. In fact... she had a feline target in her sights. Getting rid of the opposing team's seeker would ensure them an almost certain victory. But the time was not right yet.
It did seemed to be the right time, however, to score some points. Monica might had a great amount of enthusiasm, but from that to talent or mastery there was a huge abyss. Despite of that, George frankly considered it an achievement that the girl managed to score ten points. It was certainly a fair play, considering that the other chaser was incredibly tall and seemed to have more experience.
For some reason, Evans' excited celebration, or perhaps the happiness reflected in it, made Gia crack a half-smile. What almost made her wipe it off was the name of her team, when June yelled it to announce the results. Honestly, Pygmy Puff Riot? Now that she thought about it, maybe she should consider objecting next time. Although it did have its funny side.
She scanned the pitch to find her own team's seeker, Simon. He was flying around the pitch in search of the snitch, but didn't seem to have spotted it yet. It was a pity, if he caught the tiny golden ball now, it would ensure victory. Though if the Mighty Ducks found it first...
Suddenly she turned her attention back to Dexter. She had to take down that Gryffindor before he became fully aware of his surroundings. She watched the bludger flying wildly across the pitch, fast and out of control. Well, she'd have to go and look for it. She suddenly turned her broom to chase the wayward ball, and within seconds she had the perfect shot. She hit the bludger to aim it straight to Dexter's head. She was convinced it would be a knock-out.
Of course, until Quinn Root, AKA the most annoying person in Slytherin, decided to get in her way. Lord, she must have looked obvious with her run, but the shot had been great! Anyway, it wasn't Dexter who was hit, it was Quinn, and not in her head, but in the side. The effect of her shot hurt her pride a little, although the fact that she had hit Quinn gave her a slight satisfaction. Especially seeing that hit was a truly hard one. She was overcome with a slight annoyance though; she didn't usually like it when events took their license to do as they pleased.
Aly's words almost made her roll her eyes. She didn't think she'd made a pitiful enough move to merit such an encouraging phrase, or at the very least a taunt. Though perhaps it was congratulations, if her captain was a very kind person. Lord, who understood people?
"Wait till you see when I actually hit my target," George muttered with a smirk and perhaps also a slight defiance. The typically ambitious and vain gleam soon flashed in her eyes. However, her phrase sounded more like a promise than a show off. She was going to prove that she could do it way better than that. She could crush the whole team if she wanted to, and she was confident enough to show it.

@Dexter Ragsdill
@Monica Evans
@Reena Delgado
@June Selwyn
@Simon Kincaid
@Quinn Root
@Aly Salinger

Broom:
Nimbus 1000 (+1 acc. +1 str. +1 sta.)

Statics:
Stamina | 7 +1
Evasion | 7
Strength | 8 +1
Wisdom | 7
Arcane Power | 4
Accuracy | 7 +1 +2

Health:
880/880

Abilities:
Statistically Relevant +2 Accuracy

Action:
Doing as strategized

Monica scored? He glanced around a moment, taking his eyes off the scanning of the field to see if he could find any of his PYGMY PUFF RIOT! team mates. "Yes! Go, Monica! We've got this team, we've GOT this!" he encouraged the others.

He then turned his attention back on the task at hand - the important job of trying to find that golden snitch. God was, after all, one one his very favorite colors and he figured that maybe being a dhampir it could come in handy being the seeker. He did have faster reflexes for one, but also, maybe the shine from the sun off the small golden ball would be a little more perceptive to someone like him who usually avoided such rays than to someone who didn't place much importance on it at all.

He gripped his broom tight, knowing how to hold on just right and leaned in for maximum speed. Broom racing too could come in handy here and he steadied himself nicely as he continued the search. He would look high. He would look low. He would scan all around as he looked for that little golden ball.

ACTION: As directed.

Sta: 6 9 | Eva: 7 10 | Str: 9 12 | Wis: 5 8 | AP: 4 7 | Acc: 5 8
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Dhampir
[Opponents: The Mighty Ducks]

Chasers

Monica swooped in, managing to scoop up all three of the quaffles in the crook of her arm. Not that it mattered, anyway, as Reena was headed right towards Simon, instead of the quaffles. Was she...?

Reena flew towards the keeper at high speed, not slowing down as she grew closer and closer. Simon, thankfully, wasn't too distracted by his search, and was able to dodge well before Reena attempted to blatch him. June stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly (something she practiced for a very long time specifically for this game). "I saw that, Delgado! Penalty lap!"

Monica had raced towards the other end of the pitch, and was now staring down Henry. Her eyes focused on one of the rings, but she flew past and scored in another. The ball beautifully soared into the ring. Having been scored on, Henry clearly must have hones his focus much more, as he expertly swatted away Monica's other two attempts. "Ten more points for Pigmy Puff Riot! The teams are currently tied, everyone!"

Reducio

Monica is unopposed in the Quaffle Grab

Quaffle Score Attempt 1
Monica- 1d20+4=24
Henry- 1d20+11(-1)=15
Monica scores 10 for Pygmy Puff Riot

Quaffle Score Attempt 2
Monica- 1d20+4=13
Henry- 1d20+11(-1)=15
Henry blocks

Quaffle Score Attempt 3
Monica- 1d20+4=10
Henry- 1d20+11(-1)=12
Henry blocks

Reena: Blatch @ Simon
Reena - 1d20+5=12
Simon - 1d20+10=26

June notices the foul.

Beaters

Quinn swung fast and hard, sending a bludger careening towards Simon's new position after avoiding Reena's foul. Aly, seemingly keeping a close eye on her seeker, sped in, ushering Simon out of the way and nimbly dodging the buldger herself.

Not that Quinn had much time to react to her miss, as George had just struck a blunger her way. It's aim seemed true, but Quinn had seemingly learned how to look out for bludgers after the last round. Right at the last moment, before another bludger slammed into her side, Quinn dove downwards, letting the bludger fly over her (unharmed) head.

Reducio

Quinn: Bludger @ Simon
Aly Defends

Quinn - 1d20+5=18
Aly - 1d20+12=31

Seekers

The seekers continued to streak across the sky, the ever elusive snitch evading their sight for the moment.

Reducio

Snitch DCs
Snitch Spot= 30
Snitch Catch= 25

Simon Searches
1d20+1+7=23
Simon does not spot the snitch

Dexter Searches
1d20+1+7=21
Simon does not spot the snitch

Mighty Ducks 20 |Pygmy Puff Riot! 20

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SUMMARY
- Monica grabs all 3 quaffles and scores with one!
- Reena is caught attempting to blatch, she must do a penalty lap next round (no move)

HEALTH

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MIGHTY DUCKS:
@Dexter Ragsdill - 800/800
@Henry Knight - 800/800
@Reena Delgado - 500/500
@Quinn Root - 275/500

PYGMY PUFF RIOT!:
@Simon Kincaid - 990/990
@Aly Salinger - 800/800
@Monica Evans - 600/600
@George Rees - 880/880

PROOF OF ROLLS

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Quinn knew what she was going to do. Before she could act out her plan she had herd a whistle, and Reena's last name. Accompanied by 'Penalty lap'. Something must have happened. As this was playing out she saw her chance, Simon was in a good spot. For Quinn, maybe because of what Reena did? Whatever the reason Quinn took her chance. She had did her best to swing the bulger in Simons direction. It was probably a good swing, and probably would have hit him.

Aly, had pushed Simon out of the was, Just as Quinn had done with Dexter. She didn't have much time to think before the bulger had started to come her way. Her back stood up straight, not really thinking she dove down. This must have been the right choice as it had narrowly avoided her side, and flew over her head.

"that would have been bad." She muttered under her breath and gave a quick look at George. It was part of the game, but still if one to the side hurt. She could only imagine what one to the head would feel. Ouch. She turned her focus back to the game.

WC: 203
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 3 | Accuracy: 4
Riding on a school broom || HP -- 275/500

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After she got points, she knew what she had to do next. She needed to cheat. And sure. Cheating was bad but reena knew it was a good option at the time. She kept her eyes on Simon and looked down at June. She flew around a bit, then with her heart beating, she shot forward on her broom and attempted to get that boy off his broom. Her heart beat repeatedly, threatening to burst out of her chest. Her finger tips were going numb from her tight grip on the broom. The boy seemed to notice her just in time. She flew forward and pulled to a very rough sudden stop, her body lurching forward just slightly. She heard a whistle and June called her out.

Reena frowned and huffed. "come on! He was in the way!" she shook her head. You'd think playing basketball and hockey would get her used to taking penalties , but it always left a sour taste in her mouth. Whatever. Henry was doing good blocking the rings. She grumbled and began her penalty lap. This was so unfair, why did Simon have to move out of the way? It wasn't worth it if Simon moved. He was still in the game. She looked at Quinn as she narrowly avoided a bludger. Reena gasped, eyes wide. Close one.

School Broom | Metamorph | Stamina:5 • Evasion: 5 • Strength: 5 • Wisdom: 6 • Arcane Power: 4 • Accuracy: 5

Interacting: @Quinn Root | @Reena Delgado | @Dexter Ragsdill
Mentioning: @June Selwyn | Loki