RPG+ Who is the masked figure? Finished

The first thing that went through the masked figure's mind when the Slytherin girl answered was amazement at how much she could talk. All of these kids had opinions that were slightly different. A tinge of hope filled his heart as he listened, but ultimately the majority were not saying what he wanted to hear. Master only liked one response and even that one was weak. Quietly, the masked figured sighed to himself about what he had to do next. His wand was mostly focused on John Johns but he changed to the Slytherin girl who talked first. Master didn't want any of these children for his cause.

"In the spirit of fairness," he started, mostly speaking to Marcia now. "I will allow you to draw your wands before I end you."

A frown was firmly set on the masked figures face now. Not that any of these students would be able to tell what was beyond the mask itself. He was not happy with what he had to do next. Master had not officially given the order yet, but his will was so aligned that the masked figure didn't need orders. It was clear to him what he had to do now.

In case you think about resisting... I order you to kill all four.

It occurred to him that resisting the act was not even on his mind. The masked figure blinked and tried to remember who he was, but it would do nothing. He was compelled to listen and the mask took over his mind before he could think for himself. The Slytherin girl would be his first target. He hated her answer and felt she deserved it more than anyone else in the group. Or was that the Master's thoughts? He couldn't tell the difference and couldn't care right now. A single focus was all he had in the moment.

"Flipendo." He would utter calmly, aiming for the Slytherin once her wand was out.

The masked figure took a defensive stance, knowing attacks would likely come his way now. He would duel all four of them at once if he had to do it that way. One at a time he would end them and leave a nice surprise for whoever got to this field first in the mornings. Perhaps for the creatures at night. The masked figure almost wanted to stay and watch the discovery, but he was getting ahead of himself. Master's excitement was bleeding through. Four on one was perhaps more than he could handle, but the he did feel more powerful than each of them individually.

No mercy. No holding back. Do not run unless you are clearly defeated.

Duel System rules apply. Choose a spell and a stance.

When the figure lifted his wand once again, Marcia couldn't help but smile. He went completely silent for a few seconds after he had heard everyone's answers, which were all almost the same unsurprisingly. She licked her lip and swallowed her fear. What did he expect to hear when asking Half-Bloods and Muggleborns. That we all would cheer for him? That we all have waited for someone like him? Marcia wondered to herself, what this boy had tried to accomplish with his amateurish approach.

Even when his wand moved over to her, pointing at her chest, she still uphold a smirk. He didn't like what she had to say, and she noticed that he didn't present an answer. Instead, he chose to face her first and now she knew he was nothing but a mere copy of every dark figure that had come before him. Now she saw nothing but a child that didn't know how to react so he started a tantrum.

She didn't want to die, but who would want to really. Nevertheless she felt so angry watching him standing before them, with nothing but some stupid old questions, which were debated ad nauseam till this day, that she forget her caution. His sight made her sick. Talking time was over, and there was still nobody in sight who could help them. 

With one swift move she took a defensive stance and lifted her wand herself. Her fingers clasping the shaft till they went white. She never had dueled someone before, but there was always a first time. "Didn't like what you heard? Shouldn't have asked such stupid questions!" she shouted, her anger ringing in her voice. "Wants to take over the world and rule the Muggles, and has no idea how to do so but just with 'Magic': the answer for everything. What do you want anyway? Followers? Hate to break it to you but next time try to approach them with logic instead of a wand!"

She wished she could cast a Smokescreen Spell, but she was unable to do so. Instead she lowered her wand a bit and stared at the thick grass in front of his feet. Time to improvise. "Incendio!" She knew he would attack her first, and without a Shield Charm  she had to protect herself as best she could. She hoped the Incendio would vaporize the water that would engulf the figure. At least the burning ground right in front of him would surprise him enough to unsettle him. They were three, and he was alone. They could do it if they worked together. Oh Merlin, I sound like a Hufflepuff, she thought, while she still stared at her spell. She was afraid to turn away and look for the others. She didn't like it, but she had to trust them that they would knew what to do. 

Stance: Defensive Stance
Attack: Casts Incendio in hopes to engulf the figure ins smoke and steam.

Delilah took a small step back when he lifted his wand again, this time at the Slytherin girl called Marcia, holding her wand tighter before removing it from her pocket. The miniature first year had quite bad logic when it came to people getting hurt, if somebody hurt somebody else, they deserved to get hurt themselves, this logic had landed Delilah in trouble before, and she shouldn't be surprised if it got her in trouble again. It was her Granny that taught her this, her Granny was a wise woman, but sometimes her advice can be a little wonky.

The Ravenclaw raised her wand to point it at the stranger just as he got ready to cast a spell himself, thinking of what spell she could use as quickly as possible. She looked over at Marcia as she yelled at him before looking back at Dominum, that name was still quite ominous to think of. She clicked her tongue, the young girl was usually quite patient but she was already getting tired of this masked person threatening people with his wand, it was only a matter of time until she flew off the handle.

She moved into an offensive stance as she pointed her wand right at the chest of the masked figure, a mildly annoyed look on her face as she half yelled, "Steleus!" Hoping that it would distract the masked man enough for the others to attack, or at least it might give them a chance to get away, but he didn't seem that dangerous at the moment so she doubted running away is a definitive thing that they needed to do. 

It was four against one, in the time he could cast one spell he could have four hurtling towards him. It was unquestionably a disadvantage on his part and an advantage on theirs, they would just have to hope he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve, literally and figuratively. Although, if we are going by how creepy he looks already, he could have a whole bunch of things prepared and the 4 of them wouldn't know until it hit them. But if we are going by sheer power, four is better than one.

"What I don't overly understand is why you are freaking out about something that doesnae make a difference." She looked a little surprised at herself when she said 'doesnae'. For those who don't understand the beautiful language of Scots, it's a word that means 'doesn't'. However Delilah had not actually let many Scottish words slip out since she first came to hogwarts, she tried to filter them out of her talking because she wanted the kids from England or other countries that aren't Scotland to be able to understand her a bit more, although her accent makes that a bit difficult in the first place anyway.

Stance: Offensive
Action: Cast Steleus

"In the spirit of fairness, I will allow you to draw your wands before I end you."

Parcel’s scowl darkened as he listened to the masked man. Apparently, the masked man didn’t like their answers. Parcel also picked up on the masked man seemingly being especially displeased with the quidditch players answer. It might have been the tone of the masked mans voice that tipped him off, or perhaps it was the fact that he seemed to change his target from the seemingly always obnoxiously jolly Hufflepuff prefect to the very Slytherin sounding quidditch player.
“Well, only a Slytherin would use a situation like this to talk about her family” Parcel thought.

Parcel also thought it might help if he tried to remember how the masked man acted. If the masked guy got away and Parcel was still alive, then whatever info he would get from this situation could help in the capture of the masked man later. Parcel remember his grandfather saying that information was key in battle.

So, the masked man changed his target after their answers. Did that mean that the quidditch players answers was on the entirely wrong side of what the masked man wanted, or was it just her annoying Slytherin'nes that was bothering him. Was both answers wrong or only the one? And which one? Parcel himself had answered no and yes to the questions, the quidditch girl had given a no and a reluctant yes, the Ravenclaw girl gave no and a yes and the Hufflepuff prefect gave a... gave a yes and a yes. Could the masked man be on the opposite side of the question, did he perhaps decide to change his main target because what he was looking for was someone that supported the muggle side?
Parcel had also heard the rumors about the masked man, but perhaps people got to clouded by the old boogieman Voldemort to be able to see that there might be dangers coming from the muggle side? What if the masked man is a person that want to enslave wizards for the muggle good? Parcel wouldn’t find the answers he was looking for now, his only priority right now would have to be staying alive.

Making an annoyed clicking sound with his mouth, Parcel’s grip on his wand tightened as he pulled it loos from its holster. This was a four on one match. The masked man would probably decimate them in a one on one match, but there was a glimmer of hope in a four vs one. If they took turn on who accepted the masked man’s attacks while the three others counterattacked, then perhaps they would be able to take him down.

The spells shoot out almost simultaneously, The attacks from the quidditch player and the Ravenclaw girl, but also the attack from the masked man.
Parcel gritted his teeth as his body tensed up. He made a quick flick with his wand as his feet pulled forward, putting Parcel in a rather aggressive stance. He would have to try and make use of the masked man focusing on someone else to get in a good hit himself
“Flipendo!” shouted Parcel a split second after the two other girls had shouted their incantations. Hopefully, at least two of the spells would hit, if they where lucky, maybe all four.

Spell: Flipendo
Stance: Aggressive+

It did not escape John that this guy meant business. That wand of his was pointed squarely at him ever since John started talking. Perhaps he was too presumptive about the whole acne thing? Maybe, but the moment everyone had said their answer, Domino took a moment to contemplate. John was hoping that they had finally spoke reason to him and he was currently rethinking his life. Or perhaps he suddenly realized that he was outnumbered and was contemplating an escape plan. That hope faded when Domino turned his wand to Marcia.

They had answered…poorly.

Once the masked kid gave them (particularly Marcia) the first move before “ending them”, John was certain that he would miss the sunset tonight. If he weren’t careful, he’d miss the rest of them as well. The other three students responded by pulling out their wands and taking awesome battle poses. It didn’t take long for the spells to begin flying. The girls were especially talented: they were continuing the conversation as they threw out spells at the villain. John admired the fight on two fronts: make him talk so he can’t say any spells. Brilliant!

Each of them did cool spells. Incendio was a solid choice, for no one likes fire all over them. Flipendo was also great, as getting someone on the ground generally impedes fighting ability. But the most underrated of the spells so far was the sneezing hex. If that landed, the masked man would go into a sneezing fit. Boogers would coat the inside of the mask: the villain would have no choice but to throw off his facial protection in disgust. If nothing else, they’d at least know who was behind this attack. Domino would strike back with his own Flipendo attack, which made John realize that he too should jump in.

Too bad his wand was still in his robes, which were in a messy pile at his feet.

“Crud Crud Crud Crud,” John said quietly as he got on his hands and knees, shuffling through the robes to find his wand. He had brought the oddest things with him: the remembrall, a piece of parchment, and some fruity snacks in case hunger struck. That was in one pocket, but where was the pocket with his wand? Given the intensity of the situation, John had a hard time finding anything. Every fold of his robes looked like a pocket!

Stance: Hands and Knees
Action: Shuffles through robes, looking for wand

The masked figure knew a fight would erupt, but he was not expecting such dueling confidence from these children. The hits came from all but the Hufflepuff. He was surprised, pleasantly so in the back of his head. Master was furious though and was begging his puppet to do a better job. His attack went off before the rest, which knocked Marcia back but didn't lose her footing, so her attack still would be possible. Another solid hit though and she would not be so lucky. The Slytherin girl would need to avoid another hit if she wanted to keep her wits and maybe even her life.

The Gryffindor boy, the Slytherin girl, and the Ravenclaw girl all put up counter attacks for the masked figure. He watched through the slits of the mask as fire and sparks came his way all at once. He stumbled back while trying to avoid the attacks, only managing to avoid the Gryffindor boy's attack, by the skin of his teeth at that. Flames dances at his feet while he found himself jutting out a couple of sneezes. It was becoming an annoying situation and he couldn't fight like this. The masked figure hardly recovered in time to avoid a free shot against himself, but he managed it.

Can you not fight better than this?

Master's harsh judgement came through and he gritted his teeth. The masked boy knew he would be punished but this was the only way to win. Witnesses could be killed if required. His wand moved up quickly and he tapped the center of the mask. An almost holographic transition took place as the black mask began to vanish. The boy pulled down his hood and shook off the recent damage he had taken. Now he could see, feel, and move freely. No more handicap. This was a fight he could not afford to lose.

"They will not stop me." He nearly shouted back at the voice in his head before turning his focus onto the Slytherin girl. "You think you know anything about us? You know... nothing!"

Now that he was free and had revealed his face, it was time for action. He pointed his wand at the Slytherin girl again with renewed vigor. She would go down whether he won or not. He would be SURE of it. Her rude attitude made it easier for the Master to command him. He still maintained an overall defensive stance to help avoid attacks, but not the most extreme version of it. With his wand renewed onto Marcia he yelled out a different spell this time while slashing his wand like a sword. "Diffindo!"

Now the masked figure was revealed.

Action: Diffindo at Marcia - Defensive Stance

Summary: Marcia hit for over half her HP. Parcelsus misses. Marcia and Delilah hit the masked figure.

Many things happened all at once. She heard the other scream but just as she had unleashed her Incendio, she felt a numbing punch in her chest, making her stumble backwards. "Ngh." All the air was pressed out of her lungs, and she had her mouth open in a silent cry of agony. That hurt. She was hit by Bludgers before, multiple times, and she had had some broken fingers before when she had missed the flying balls. This however was different.

Marcia had to breath in small gasp because it hurt to move her chest too much. She expected some ribs to be broken, but it was nothing that couldn't be healed.

It took some seconds to gain her balance, so she watched the others, and was glad to see that at least some sparks of her Scottish compatriot had hit the figure. They were doing good, except for one. "'Puff boy," she shouted as loud she could with cold anger in her voice, but her words were jerky, "get ye shit together." With a flick of the hand she shook her head at the useless boy. "I thought Hufflepuff are particularly good finders! Do something!" While she saw him kneel and on all fours looking for his wand she almost felt more hatred for him than for the masked figure. It was her who provoked the boy to give him a target while they could attack, which meant that she took damage, while he did nothing. Couldn't he see what she was doing?

The voice of the figure grasped her attention, and she was surprised to look into a human face of an unknown boy, not older that they were. His young face was distorted with rage; rage that was directed to her.

Her finger trembled from the pain that had expanded through her whole body. The spell had hit her hard. They need to finish this soon, because she felt her legs weaken and she didn't want to think about what would happen if she lost consciousness.

She watched him lift his wand again and prepared herself to run. She had walked to the right earlier, so she already was in some distance to the other three, giving them enough space to act, while the boy was distracted with her. Nevertheless she would try to blind the boy, who had looked better with the masked on. Her main goal was, however, to run from the spell that would soon fly at her.

"Periculum!" Her shout was more a growl than a normal word, but instead of pulling up her wand, she pointed the spell directly at the boys face in order to blind him and maybe give him some scorch marks. She would give him a good reason to wear a mask.

Stance: Defensive stance
Action: Cast Periculum while trying to avoid getting hit.

"By Merlin's blood red bowler hat!” Parcel thought, with a somber expression on his face. His spell had missed the masked man. It might have missed by a hair's breadth, but it was still a miss. Parcel peered over the aftermath of the first exchange of spells. Finding, to his surprised astonishment, the Hufflepuff prefect down on his hands and knees. Was he hit by a spell? No, Parcel was fairly certain that the masked man had gone after the quidditch girl. Then… then had the boy been on his knees for the whole exchange? Parcel clicked his tongue. For a prefect, that boy seemed to be amazingly useless. However, Parcel did not voice his concerns, thinking that it would do more harm than good, they needed all four, to have a chance against the masked man after all.

While Parcel decided to not loudly complain about the prefect, the quidditch player shared no such reservations. Parcel frowned as she shouted at the boy, “What good will that do? Its not like she can insult him into doing better” he thought. Parcel had a fair share of complaints himself, but he felt like the precious little time they had was better used on trying to come up with solutions for how to keep the four of them alive, so he kept all his complaints in his own head. The masked man was clearly a dangerous opponent, he had taken two spells head on, and dodged a third. While the masked man now was sneezing, he didn’t look damaged other than a few scorch marks on the spot he had stood in a moment earlier. Parcel’s frown was slowly turning into a scowl as he looked at the masked man.
He had poked the mask with his wand, and the mask was now fading of his face. “this is bad” Parcel whispered, more to himself then anyone else. The removing of the mask made their possible outcomes rather limited. It was a win or die scenario now. This was because Parcel was looking at the face of the masked man, and he was sure he would be able to recognize the boy if he saw him again. Because that was what the masked man was, a boy, and Parcel was pretty sure he had seen him before, he had attended classes with the ravenclaws before after all, so it would be weird if he hadn’t seen him one time or another.
The problem with seeing his face was simple, this locked the masked boy into having only one option available, if the boy wanted to stay at Hogwarts that is, and that option was to kill the four students.

Parcel felt himself becoming calm, it was a feeling like his body had turned numb. If Parcel had had more time, then he probably would have been surprised at his own ability to stay calm. This was after all a situation were he very well might die. But even with this possibility in the back of his mind, Parcel didn’t become muddled by fright. No, he could think as clear as ever, maybe he even felt like he functioned better under the pressure of possible death.

As Parcel saw the masked boy fire of another spell, he to shoot into action. Shifting his feet, Parcel lifted his wand in front of the masked man again. Parcel looked like a sword fencer ready to attack as he sprung into action. With a flick of his wand he jumped forward combative. "FLIPENDO!" Parcel shouted. There was no use in being timid in front of this foe.

Spell: Flipendo
Stance: Aggressive +

John looked up from his fallen robes to witness the unveiling of the masked figure. This was it: the big reveal! After being frustrated with getting his butt handed to him by the three other students, Domino finally dropped his mask. Or rather, he made it invisible somehow, as no mask was seen on the ground. His face was revealed: shaggy brown hair over a childish face. He may as well have kept wearing the mask as John still had no idea who this was. His face was also clear of any blemishes, which meant John was way off in his initial conclusions.

Despite his new cherubic appearance, Domino still had animosity towards the other students, particularly Marcia. His next spell was aimed squarely at her: the knockback jinx punched her in the chest. That probably had a lot to do on why she was angry with John. He was doing his best to get into fighting shape, considering he was just strolling the school grounds just moments ago. He wished that offhand comment about Hufflepuffs and finding stuff was true. Perhaps he would have found his wand and joined the fray a little earlier.

Still, maybe she should have spent less time yelling at him and more time not getting hit. Maybe she wouldn’t be such an angry person.

While Marcia was directing her anger at John, the unmasked boy was going to continue to make her his personal punching bag. Parcel and Delilah would continue their assault, but did any of them really have the experience as first year students to win a fight like this? John decided they were going to need more than wands to handle this. He would take Marcia’s advice and do something.

He abandoned the search for his wand and searched inside himself for that muggle strength he grew up with. Invoking his brief knowledge of sports, he adjusted his hands and knee stance into one more associated with track and field. In this crouching position, he would be in the best position to make a run. Looking at the prefect badge pinned onto his shirt, he wondered if this would be his last act in his brief time in this magical world. No time to lament the dead just yet though. John refocused and used his long legs to make a run across the battlefield.

While Domino was focused on those with wands, John charged across the field. He kept low to avoid getting hit by spells from his allies or the unmasked boy. He kept going, aiming to directly slam into Domino’s lower body. The boy hoped the foe would be swept off his feet, putting a stop to the duel before anyone was killed. If successful, John would do his best to keep Domino down.

Stance: Aggressive?
Action: Physically tackling Domino/Ben to the ground.

Delilah watched as the green rings shot towards the figure, making him sneeze uncontrollably, the gryffindors spell was dodged and the Hufflepuff was too busy scrambling on the floor to do anything, resulting with some yelling from the other girl. Now the masked man was revealed, he looked familiar. Was he not Ravenclaw Prefect at one point? What was his name? It was something like Ben I think. Delilah had never spoken to him personally but she had seen him around.

She couldn't feel anything but anger, wanting to 'end them' when they were in the same year, thinking he was superior to the four of them, Delilah had assumed he was in a higher year, looking down on them like children, turns out Delilah was only just a few days younger than him, their birthdays being 8 days apart. 

Before Delilah could even react, the Hufflepuff boy who's name she didn't care to remember charged at the boy rugby style. Hopefully that was gonna actually help more than hurt the group of four. Delilah waited a while, keeping her wand pointed at the traitor of sorts, he had attacked the Slytherin girl, and the young Ravenclaw was having none of it.

She paused for a moment, before pointing her wand at Ben's arm, moving her wand in a flame like movement before yelling, "Incendio!" And she could do nothing but hope that the Hufflepuff didn't get in the way and end up getting hurt.

Delilah wasn't sure if it was from fear or anger, but there was adrenaline pumping through her veins, she wished she knew a spell that could protect Marcia, while the boys attacked, but she didn't, so she had to stick with the offensive. The Ravenclaw allowed herself to look towards the other girl, she saw that she wasn't doing so good, a little wobbly. 

She hoped that the Hufflepuff attempting to knock Ben off of his feet would succeed before he managed to hit Marcia again, while also hoping that her and the gryffindors spells didn't hit him instead of Ben, it was sort of like a 50/50 as to whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he ran at him. She was hoping for a lot of things, but the main one being that everything would go well.

Meanwhile Delilah couldn't help but think about her Granny, would she be proud of her for defending her and some other people she didn't know? Or would she be disappointed that she was attacking somebody who had done her no physical harm as of yet. One thing was for certain though, once Delilah hopefully got out of this alive, her Granny would be recieving a very long owl.

Stance: Offensive
Action: Cast incendio, aiming for Ben's arm