13 Jul 2022, 03:09
Initiation
The Schnell Estate, Tatarstan, Russia
20th of July, 2022
Each camp victim was granted a cozy feather bed to sleep in on the night of their arrival. They were well fed and given every luxury they could ask for… but only for one night. Hopefully they slept well, because it was only 5am when Valentin and his attendants entered the team’s sleeping quarters. Certainly Sergei would give Valentin hell for his choice of how to wake up his team, but Val thought this was the most honest way to immediately set the tone for Camp Schnell-Marchonné 2022.
Once Valentin snapped his fingers, Val and his attendants turned over their large buckets of half-melted snow slush onto the players in their beds. Not only did the shock of freezing cold bring around even the deepest sleepers, but the ample liquid would soak them through and lodge particles of ice into the crevices of their garments.
«ВСТАВАЙ! СЕЙЧАС, если ты не хоти, чтобы дальнейшая лень была наказана БОЛЬШЕ. Сдвинь твои задницы вниз и на веранда! Иди, пока я не решил отдать вам следующие заказы на немецком языке.» ("GET UP! NOW, unless you want further laziness to be penalized MORE. Move your asses downstairs and onto the veranda! GO before I decide to give your next orders in German.")
Valentin hung his bucket in the crook of his arm as he spun a black leather quirt around the knuckles of his right hand like a baton. He was prepared to show how to reach the veranda to those people who hadn’t learned their way around yet… but only in the most unhelpful way possible. There were many ways to reach the initiation platform where Romeo stood, down the grand staircase and just outside the main entrance, but the longer it took for someone to find their way, the more Val would have them make up for it.
«Победе все равно, насколько вам удобно, ПОТОРОПИТЕСЬ!» "Victory doesn't care how comfortable you are, HURRY UP!"
23 Jul 2022, 05:05
Initiation
"Italiano. Italian."
"Russian."
| Mangled right ear |Valetin Schnell & @Durmstrang Quidditch Team
@Aida Mórsgor -Ama Ellwood*Note: I do not share sentiments stated in this post OOC, and to be honest, Romeo doesn't either. He's just trying to play hardball in the interest of developing the team.Early in the morning (indeed, I was only running on 4 hours of sleep having woken up an hour before the rest of the team would). After working it out with Val as to how we would approach the delicate task of introducing then to this camp, we split up to do our respective tasks.
Setting up at the veranda, I take the justice of setting up a small platform made of the especially sturdy furniture and taking an confident and assertive position upon it so that I looked to be a total of nine feet off the ground. Flicking a bit of my bangs out of the way, I wait patiently for Val to return to me with my new charges with arms crossed and face set like flint. Icy blue eyes glare towards the door with cold fury. This would test their current mettles intensely as I intended to break then down, forge them in the heat of Hesphestus' own forge, and then shape them into a weapon sharper and more victorious than Gungnir itself.
So when the team came to me in varying levels of disorder and disheveled mess, I let a growl fester in my throat as I forced a new heat to burn in my stomach. Not hate. Deeper than that. Not envy. More consuming than that.
I tap my foot on the makeshift platform. "Good morning everyone." I shift my weight back and forth, tugging lightly at the cuff of my short sleeve shirt. "I'm Romeo, that's Valetin, and you're all going to start pushing the ground RIGHT THE HELL NOW!" I suddenly roar, breaking a calm countenance that I have always carried with me, an anger that only a spare few on this team had seen in its fullest thus far. "IF WE'RE GOING TO KICK HOGWARTS' ASSES ONCE AND FOR ALL, YOU LADIES'LL HAVE TO WORK FOR IT!"
My glare doesn't relent, landing on Charlie and Johan in particular. "And I know for a GODDAMN FACT that this team is a MESS. If not for our 2 year inability to beat a bunch of ragtag, uncultured, undisciplined, and downright ugly 4 way Quidditch wannabe teams, then for some of the things I've seen of your inability to be a team. Hogwarts has to have 4 teams to cheat the system because their teams are so weak. ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE WEAK BECAUSE YOU'VE LOST TO THEM TWICE?!
My face is pinking and now bordering on red with the force of my shouting. "Well... I'm making a promise right here, right now... DID I TELL YOU TO STOP DOING PUSHUPS? GET THE F*** OFF YOUR KNEES!" I jump down from the platform alongside one of the struggling players (feel free to claim) and get down on their level, head to head with them. "YOU WANNA WIN?! YOU WANNA BEAT THE MONGREL SCHOOL?! THEN GET THE HELL OFF YOUR KNEES! THEY WON'T SAVE YOU WHEN YOU TOPPLE ASS OVER TEAKETTLE TO THE GROUND FROM THOUSANDS OF FEET IN THE BLOODY AIR!" My voice cracks once with the emphasis of the scream.
Getting to my feet, I point towards a tree at least 35 meters away. "GET OFF THE GROUND AND SPRINT TO THE TREE AND BACK!"
If the group began to take off, I would bring up the rear, continuing to shout after them and cuss them out for being slow and too weak for those fragile Scottish whelps with narrow consitutions.Stats:
Ω Stamina 9 | Evasion 7 | Strength 15 Ω
Ω Accuracy 14 | Wisdom 9 | ArcPower 0 ΩAbilities:
Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I Ω
