Quidditch Ilver & Castel v Mahouto & Beaux Summer Games

Quidditch once again- and once again without a full team. The roster certainly seemed more crowded than last time, though, happy to see more people participating in the game. Beauxbatons was paired with a new school this time- Mahoutokoro. While it would have been nice to be paired with the same people and have a little cohesion, a new group would prove interesting to play with. Their strategies were likely different, but they'd have to figure it out while trying to compete against another team. An interesting challenging that was paired with another interesting challenge: the weather.

"What a nice day!" She said, laughing softly to herself in the lockers before the game. She could hear the rain pouring down and the roar of thunder echoing through the skies. Her typical space buns would be replaced with one singular tight bun at the back of her head as she didn't want her hair to move or get in her eyes. Seeing through the rain would be hard enough, another barrier wasn't necessary. Kit would do a couple of warm ups and stretched in the safety of the lockers before grabbing her broom to step out into the pouring rain.

"Good luck, have fun! Allez Beauxbatons et Mahoutokoro! Go Beauxbatons and Mahoutokoro!" She'd exclaim with a grin, before launching into the air and starting her lap around. This would be fun, happy to once again play in her favorite sport. However this went, it was sure to be exciting!

Evasive Maneuvers I | Catch | Calming Presence: Beauxbatons and Mahoutokoro
Broom: Bluebottle (+2 to 2 stats of choice: evasion, accuracy)
Stamina 9 | Evasion 12 10 | Strength 11 | Wisdom 4 | Arcane Power 0 | Accuracy 15 13

Roleplaying as Phylicia Stanwood
Mentions: The team, @Lindsey Springhall [Maximilien de Fostoncy]

Phyllis' pulse thrummed with excitement, the ghosts of wind on her face and the weightlessness of flight drawing her thoughts toward the pitch. It was on her mind when she went to bed, almost too excited to sleep, visited her in her dreams, the first realization when she woke up. Of course, she had to wait until the afternoon to actually play, leaving her to deal with bouncing knees when she sat and butterflies fluttering around her stomach when she endeavored to eat both breakfast and lunch. But even when time moved slow, it still had to move, and eventually the hours were just minutes.

Phyllis was ready: hair tied back in a high ponytail, gear on, polished Silver Arrow in hand. She waited with her team in the locker room, rolling up and down on the balls of her feet and making jokes as she thought of them to keep the mood up, mostly about the miserable weather outside. Sure, playing with slippery brooms and balls and bats wasn't the best of conditions, and the rain got in your eyes, and those thunder booms would make communication hard, and being soaked to the bone was generally not a great experience, but it did make for a bit of fun asking who pissed off Zeus.

It was time to go now, to abandon their warm, dry locker room for the rain outside. "Good luck, everyone. Play hard and look out for each other, we've got this!" Because everything would happen fast once they were outside, now was the time to get a word in. And then they were mounting brooms and kicking off, out of the cover and into their lap around the stadium. Phyllis squinted through the slanting droplets, waving at supportive signs. It was hard to pick out anyone specific in these conditions, but she was sure she had some friends in there--maybe Maxi was watching? She kind of hoped he was, as long as he had a coat and umbrella so he wasn't miserable. Either way, she had plenty of friends on the team itself, all the support she needed.

Phyllis was decidedly not thrilled when the voice of Plott filtered over the stadium--why was it always him they had announcing these things?--but whatever. She wasn't going to let it bother her, she had a game to play. Hoops to defend, teammates to catch, whatever she needed to be to help her team win.

Action: Arriving, doing as strategized
Stats: STA: 14 (17) • EVA: 10 (13) • STR: 12 (15) • WIS: 9 (12) • ARC: 5 (8) • ACC: 15 (18)
Abilities: Calming Presence • Fearless • Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina] • Catch • Wandmaker [Snallygaster Heartstring | Dogwood | 33 cm | Quite Flexible]
Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to every stat]

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Louca had dressed quickly, with great enthusiasm. He could not wait to get back out on the pitch. It felt like so long since he had been throwing the quaffle to his fellow chasers, and weaving his way agilely through the opposing team’s members. In truth it was only a month or so but that felt like forever to Louca. He had taken to sneaking out at night and flying the new Nimbus 1700 his parents had bought him in the local forests just to practice his flying skills at least. It was the only way to keep out of sight of the muggles in the town his parents had decided to con, and he regretted that he didn’t have anyone nearby who he could practice his passing and catching skills with. That was kind of impossible to do by himself, especially as he couldn’t use magic.

Practically skipping out of the tent with his broom over his shoulder, his robes were quickly pushed and pulled as the wind tore at them, and he tilted his face up to the rain, grinning as the drops landed on his face. Jumping at the flash of lightning and the overly loud thunder that seemed to move the ground, Louca’s grin grew wider, excited to face off against not only his human opponents but the very elements themselves which seemed determined to provide an additional champion. Whooping he threw the words over his shoulder, “Let’s go! This is going to be awesome! Think someone will get struck by the lightning?”

That would be something. Maybe Louca could do his best to get as close as possible to a strike although he wasn’t sure how he would manage that, but it seemed like a challenge and one that he was up for. But he would need to stay focused on the game at least until they had a comfortable lead. Then and only then would he allow himself to attempt to chase the lightning, if he didn’t get struck first. The thought of getting struck did not put any fear in his heart, instead he just seemed to grow more excited to experience something he hadn’t done before.
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Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 8 (+1)| Strength: 5 (+1) | Wisdom: 7 (+1) | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5 (+2) (Additional stats come from Nimbus 1700 broom)
Abilities: Fearless, Rapid Reviver
Broom: Nimbus 1700

roleplaying as lucietta mahler

Much to Lucietta's delight, it was raining. She swabbed her cheek with the robe sleeve, wiping it before it would be drenched once more. The weather wasn't looking great, almost reminiscent of the storms they'd been greeted with earlier that year when they first arrived at Hogwarts. Only now, Lucietta wished she had an umbrella too.

Many of the people on the team were ones she didn't recognize, as their team was composed of players from both Castelobruxo, the wizarding school of Southern America, and from Ilvermorny. She only hoped she wouldn't let them down. Her new broom was tucked safely under her arm as she made her way out into the field, taking some calming breaths as she readied herself.

action: as strategized
allies: ilvermorny / castelobruxo team
sta 7 eva 9 (10) str 2 (3) wis 4 (5) arc 5 acc 8 (10) | calming presence / impartial | nimbus 1700

It was raining again. The same way that is have rained during that first time he arrived at Hogwarts, meeting other students from other schools. He remembers the time that his school might have capsized some of the other school's row boats. In another word, it was not a pretty sight. He had to swim in the cold black lake to help some of the students, but somehow they still gave him a stank eye for wearing an Ilvermorny robe. Well- there's nothing he can do to relieve his school reputation against some of the other students here.

But never mind that now. He is not here to make friends. Not today at least- even though he really wants to. Today he's with the Ilvermorny quidditch team! although he is a second-string player, he is still a part of the Ilvermorny team. So it's time to make his school proud. El sat on the bench, drenched head to toe from the rain. But he really doesn't mind, actually, he is used to it. But he still worried about his teammates, what if they got struck by lightning or something.

"Good luck guys!" He still manages to yell to the Ilver and Castelo players even though his face obviously shows unease.

•Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 3 | Accuracy: 6•
Ability : Charmer
Broom : Tinderblast

Languages: Portuguese & English

Apparently, Raul was stuck playing third string to the Americans. He’d be more frustrated were it not for the fact that he and his Castelobruxo teammates had no doubt been brought in as last minute number fillers. He supposed that his ego could be kept in check for a moment or two, at least for long enough for the match to take place. Besides, with luck the other seekers would soon be cast from the sky and he’d be able to demonstrate the superiority of Brazilian flying.

“Yes, good luck,” His English was stilted, but he could at least muster enough encouragement.

Although, he did pointedly mutter under his breath in Portuguese, “Unbelievable, warming the bench for children.”

Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 16 (15) | Strength: 3 (2) | Wisdom: 10 (9) | ArcPower: 5 | Accuracy: 12 (10)
Broom: Nimbus 1700
Abilities: Impartial, Evasive Maneuvers, Evasive Maneuvers II

Monet slumped on the bench, enough distance away from Raul to not be tempted to punch him while they were benched together. He did raise a good point, though, it sucked having to be shoved aside to second and third string positions. "At least you get to actually play your position," she grumbled. "I spent all of last month doing strength training to not even need it that much." She looked over at Boe, who she usually played beater with. "You'll do us both proud, though, I know it."

As players made their way to the pitch, Monet cupped her hands around her mouth. "Alright, let's go! Vous allez tomber, Beauxbatons!" You're going down, Beauxbatons!

Stats:
Stamina: 8 (7) | Evasion: 8 (7) | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 3 | Accuracy: 11 (9)
Broom:
Comet 180
Abilities:
Broken Broomshaft, Lovely Creature

Milo was back in it, right where he wanted to be, in the quidditch grounds, although not the beauxbatons pitch, not even the hogwarts pitch... the London pitch. He was going to take advantage of being here, standing where so many quidditch legends have stood before.

Walking across the grass he heard a girl shout in French from along the side. Not somebody he recognised, seemed a fair bit younger than him. With a smirk he shouted back, "Jamais de la vie!"Not on your life!

Reducio Stats: Stamina - 13 Evasion - 12 Strength - 10 Wisdom - 6 ArcPower - 9 Accuracy - 13 Broom: Swiftstick

Action: As agreed Interacting with: @June Selwyn as Monet

Reducio Abilities: Fearless | Charmer | Comp Lang: Veela | Lovely Creature | Broken Broomshaft

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Interacting: Ilvermorny and Castelobruxo Players • Mentioning: N/A • Color Guide: 580404

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Olive arrived in the stadium happily, excited to get to play. She had been benched in the past, but she was finally a first string Chaser for her team. Though the skies were cloudy and it was raining on the pitch, nothing could extinguish her bright and cheerful mood today.

She skipped out of the locker room and onto the pitch. Pleasantries we’re being exchanged, so Olive decided to throw her own in the mix. “Good luck everyone, and let’s go Ilvermorny!” she cheered. Setting a more focused expression on her face she readied herself for the game.

Broom: Nimbus 1700
Action: Arriving at the Stadium