19 Nov 2022, 16:45
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
After a few horrible minutes of searching around in the alcoves, Rebecca emerged victorious with a dusty bottle filled with mystery fluid. His parents' warnings of NEVER DRINK A POTION IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT DOES! meant nothing now as Rebecca uncorked the vial and swallowed the whole thing.
For a moment he felt nothing. He looked to his left to see Colin had downed a potion of his own as well, and was looking at Rebecca with a cheeky smile. There was something off, his already long curly hair was now growing out at a ridiculous pace-- already it was nearly to his knees. Rebecca felt something tickling the back of his neck and turned his head to see that his own dark hair was getting longer as well. "Wicked!" Colin exclaimed appreciatively.
Rebecca huffed out a breath to dispell his unruly bangs obscuring his eyes, annoyed. What was he supposed to do with this hair, trip someone to death? But then, the pieces clicked. Trapped in a tower, damsel in distress, long hair... "Oh Merlin, we're all meant to be Rupunzel!"
A nearby masked upperclassman snorted derisively. "You're a sharp one, eh? Start braiding."
Rebecca's hair was in piles around his feet. Most of the other students had drunk their potions as well, and now it seemed the whole owlrey was drowning in everyone's curls. Rebecca flushed with embarassment as he realized he had no idea how to braid hair.
He shook off his hesitation. If I can just put enough knots in it to act as handholds, Irina can still climb it! Rebecca determinedly set about making his ridiculously long hair as twisted and tangled as he possibly could.
@Irina Sousa mentions @Colin McCoire
For a moment he felt nothing. He looked to his left to see Colin had downed a potion of his own as well, and was looking at Rebecca with a cheeky smile. There was something off, his already long curly hair was now growing out at a ridiculous pace-- already it was nearly to his knees. Rebecca felt something tickling the back of his neck and turned his head to see that his own dark hair was getting longer as well. "Wicked!" Colin exclaimed appreciatively.
Rebecca huffed out a breath to dispell his unruly bangs obscuring his eyes, annoyed. What was he supposed to do with this hair, trip someone to death? But then, the pieces clicked. Trapped in a tower, damsel in distress, long hair... "Oh Merlin, we're all meant to be Rupunzel!"
A nearby masked upperclassman snorted derisively. "You're a sharp one, eh? Start braiding."
Rebecca's hair was in piles around his feet. Most of the other students had drunk their potions as well, and now it seemed the whole owlrey was drowning in everyone's curls. Rebecca flushed with embarassment as he realized he had no idea how to braid hair.
He shook off his hesitation. If I can just put enough knots in it to act as handholds, Irina can still climb it! Rebecca determinedly set about making his ridiculously long hair as twisted and tangled as he possibly could.
@Irina Sousa mentions @Colin McCoire
Reducio
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 9
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 7
Evasion: 9
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 7
19 Nov 2022, 20:58
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
100% HP: 1000/1000
Evasion: 0
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 10 +10%
ArcPower: 2
Accuracy: 10
Terrible Presence
Chikao tossed the potion up and down while in hand: "Honestly, I was hoping for a fire-breathing potion." He had no clue what this potion was capable of, and its hiding spot wasn't exactly the most difficult to have missed; if anything, he stumbled upon it by accident. He was mostly just searching for feathers and candle wax to create wings as Icarus had done in Greek mythology. He eventually stopped tossing it and decided to take a gulp of the material. Little ideas as to what it would provide, perhaps a pair of real wings that would allow him to soar out of the Owlery in epic glory. Within an instant, his hair swiftly began to grow, but due to the style of his curled hair it became a massive afro: "Woah, this is much better." He laughed a bit and fell to the ground due to loss of balance from how heavy his head now felt. The shouts outside that instructed him to braid his hair was barely heard, as the hair was muffling the surrounding sounds as they covered his ears. It took a moment, but Chikao eventually could understand the few words being said. He chuckled and shouted back, "Simple!" and without hesitation began to do as instructed, curious in thought if Pax was having just as much fun with this event.
@Pax Zhang
It takes a Mad King to create Change. I am no King, but I pull the Chords of Insanity.
20 Nov 2022, 01:02
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
Huh, he likely should have seen this coming but in truth Elsian really hadn’t. It made sense, made a lot of sense actually; hadn’t even had a rough idea of the type of potion it would be when looking in the first place though so really, was it so hard to believe Elsian of all people wouldn’t see it coming?
Still crouched on the floor, he fiddled with the bottle…and, well, he’d gotten a front row seat of what the potion supposedly did thanks to the more quick damsels so it wasn’t like the potion was a horrible one to drink. If his was the same one that was. Guess he was getting an updated look in between the small amount of time Queenie and he had separated. How horrible. But it was clever. If not obvious, at least to other people who likely were paying greater attention than himself. Clever, but also annoying, and he saw where this was going. And damn it he did it like it one bit.
He drank it anyways.
The odd sensation of his hair rapidly growing, and before his very eyes at that, was rather unpleasant in his humble opinion. But that could have been attributed to the fact he’d already tripped and pulled on his own hair while quickly stumbling to sit up the moment it’d been clear just how long it was going to grow once it started to pool around him. “Ow!” He whined, yanking a chunk of the dark locks from around his own foot. “Oh my god no, I really gotta braid this much hair?”
He groaned dramatically, flopping down by a window just so he could drag most of the hair out of the way and dump it onto the side of the window. It was a struggle to prop it well enough it wouldn’t immediately go tumbling right out the window.
“I don’t even know how to braid.” Hnn, well he kinda knew. But he didn’t know how to braid this much hair! Seriously, was it even possible? “And I thought I’d scored the easy role as the damsel,” he said, begrudgingly starting to separate the hair. What braid was good as a rope? Did it even matter?
Hmm…throwing the hair onto the ground into 4 parts he began braiding the hair into one of the only braids he knew how to do because there was no way in hell he was going to be capable of anything else. That stupid 4 strand dutch braid, because that one always turned out less horrible than the few french braids he tried. It was still a struggle though, and he’d already had to redo part of it twice now. It was a fight to get it done.
Whether or not his first fully finished attempt would be worth anything remained to be seen but if he was honest with himself he fully expected to fail this first attempt. At least when compared to some of the other damsels, like bloody hell? How were they doing ok with this? At least it looked like they were doing pretty damn good braiding their new fairy tale hair. An outrage. Had there been braiding lessons for damsels that he hadn’t been invited to?
Well, at least Kitty wasn’t here yet. Now that would have been a disaster!
….oh man Kitty was going to lose her little spider mind when she saw this.
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I'd much rather be sleeping...
20 Nov 2022, 08:17
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
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Not knowing what the potion would do, Sherlock felt naturally nervous. Nevertheless, the young Belizean boy followed the instruction; holding his breath and closing his eyes, the blond took a drink.
Seconds later, though, the preteen screamed in fright when he saw that the potion had caused his golden hair to grow extremely long - was he supposed to be Rapunzel? But Sherlock did not like having long hair, which was why he always had his hair cut regularly on the third Wednesday of each month. Feeling sure that he must have looked hideous, the Castelobruxo kid felt like crying again; however, he did not and decided to follow the committee's game instruction instead.
The contestants were supposed to braid their super long hair. Sherlock was, honestly speaking, not sure how to do this. He had never had the slightest interest in arranging hair, had never styled his sister's long black hair. But he tried his best, in his head were the two motivations that kept him going - first, he wanted to win this game for the sake of the prize; and second, perhaps the sooner he finished, he sooner he could get his neat short hair back. Feeling motivated, the Belizean braided faster.
Seconds later, though, the preteen screamed in fright when he saw that the potion had caused his golden hair to grow extremely long - was he supposed to be Rapunzel? But Sherlock did not like having long hair, which was why he always had his hair cut regularly on the third Wednesday of each month. Feeling sure that he must have looked hideous, the Castelobruxo kid felt like crying again; however, he did not and decided to follow the committee's game instruction instead.
The contestants were supposed to braid their super long hair. Sherlock was, honestly speaking, not sure how to do this. He had never had the slightest interest in arranging hair, had never styled his sister's long black hair. But he tried his best, in his head were the two motivations that kept him going - first, he wanted to win this game for the sake of the prize; and second, perhaps the sooner he finished, he sooner he could get his neat short hair back. Feeling motivated, the Belizean braided faster.
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Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire - these are the things to fear.
20 Nov 2022, 08:51
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
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It turned out that there was nothing exciting happened in the corn maze. No sinister scarecrow wielding a scythe, no friendly scarecrow to help like the one in Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Oh well. Marius was not the first to conquer the maze challenge, but he did it rather quick, either way.
Therefore, it did not take long for the Hufflepuff to arrive at the next challenge, which turned out to be finding a key among a pile of golden treasure. It sounded easy, at least easier than the first task, but truth be told, Marius was slightly nervous. The tween boy was not known for his patience or carefulness, and he realised that this reputation was not wrong.
Trying his best to stay calm, Marius' fingers dug in, soft brown eyes gave their best to stay alert. All the while, though, his brain thought of multiple things at once. Was he not concentrating? He was not sure how to answer this question, one of the things that occupied his mind while his hands moved about and his eyes did not. Another thing in his brain was, Is the key golden? Could it be that the actual key was metal? Or was it wooden like George Lucas' interpretation of the Holy Grail?
Therefore, it did not take long for the Hufflepuff to arrive at the next challenge, which turned out to be finding a key among a pile of golden treasure. It sounded easy, at least easier than the first task, but truth be told, Marius was slightly nervous. The tween boy was not known for his patience or carefulness, and he realised that this reputation was not wrong.
Trying his best to stay calm, Marius' fingers dug in, soft brown eyes gave their best to stay alert. All the while, though, his brain thought of multiple things at once. Was he not concentrating? He was not sure how to answer this question, one of the things that occupied his mind while his hands moved about and his eyes did not. Another thing in his brain was, Is the key golden? Could it be that the actual key was metal? Or was it wooden like George Lucas' interpretation of the Holy Grail?
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Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire - these are the things to fear.
20 Nov 2022, 13:09
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
─────A small, pleased hum is released when Avery manages to uncover what can only be assumed as the potion she'd been searching for. Palming the small bottle and lifting it up to examine it, she swirls the liquid a little. She'd never tried a potion before, and the prospect was a little daunting. Surely they wouldn't give them anything too bad, right?
Figuring it was too late to have any doubts now, Avery pops the top off and, with only a few more seconds of hesitation, downs the liquid in its entirety. Her face immediately screws up a little. Ew. Definitely not a flavor she found any trace of enjoyment in. Trying her best to ignore the taste in her mouth, the Hufflepuff waits and glances around the Owlery in anticipation for...something.
That something comes soon after with the feeling of something tickling her neck. Reaching up to scratch at the spot, Avery is shocked to feel her hand come into contact with hair. She blinks in confusion, glancing down to see russet hair growing with apparently no end in sight. The first year simply stares. That was going to be a pain to have to trim back down later, wasn't it. She wondered how Edme was faring with whatever her tasks may be.
Any further musing is interrupted as the next set of instructions are announced. Ah. Well this was all starting to make a little more sense, tedious as the next task may be. Eying the now extremely length hair bundled across the stones around her, Avery carefully crouches down to begin the long process of braiding. She was a little out of practice, but at least her sister still occasionally enlisted her help with her hair. She could do this.────────────────────────────────
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✦STA - 5===✦WIS - 5
✦EVA - 7===✦ARC - 4
✦STR - 8===✦ACC - 6
Abilities:
Obnoxiously Strong: +15% strength
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20 Nov 2022, 17:54
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
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The Ravenclaw emerged from the maze in a pool of sweat and dirt. Who would've thought that a dress could be so heavy? Or that it could get muddied so easily. She was starting to wish she had taken the role of the damsel, at least so that her nice new gown could stay a bit intact for maybe a future dinner party or something. But oh well, she would survive.⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄
The next instructions were quite clear: Search through a pile of shiny golden treasures and find a key. It seemed simple enough, but looking at the seemingly ever-expanding heaps of gold, it was impossible to eye the key anywhere. It was likely they would have to do this more by feel than anything else. But for whatever reason, sticking her hand in seemed risky, like if she even so much as got too close, she'd be swallowed up and drowned in a pool of riches.
As they began searching, they thought about Avery up in the tower, wondering what the other might be doing at that moment. Perhaps lounging out on an intricately designed sofa reading through a magazine as her next task. Edme hoped the other girl wasn't too bored up there, snorting at the idea of Avery being a damsel. The girl was far from it, by all means.Action: Entering the mazeReducioRace: Werewolf
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 2
Accuracy: 6⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄⋄
[quote] Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge
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21 Nov 2022, 20:20
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
| date: Saturday - 10/08/22 time: 05:00PM year: second school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry |
hair color: orange outfit: white prince outfit w/blue trims and flower/leaf designs accessories: pride bracelet, pearl bracelets more accessories: white flower/pearl dangle earrings |
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ㅤ──────────────────────| ── | Perhaps it was the location, namely what was outside. Or the fact that there were more than four total people inside this extremely small enclosed space with him. Whatever the reason was, Kim was over the moon upon finding the potion he was looking for on his first search around the area. He didn't think he would have been able to survive for much longer, if he'd had to stay in the cramped location with various other people. Kim didn't care if he'd been the first or the last to find the potion, all that mattered was finding the potion and being able to leave this place. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Finding the potion did not allow you to leave and go elsewhere as he'd believed, instead he was told to drink the potion there. He closed his eyes and tried to settle his pounding heart and moved off to the side, away from the others. The last thing he needed was for a searching person to bump into him and have them both crash into eachother. But at the same time, he didn't want to be close to a window either. Kim settled for going towards the closest window up against the wall where the entrance and exit were located. Placing his back against the wall, the orange haired boy took a deep breath and downed the potion. Upon doing so, Kim suddenly felt rather strange and his brow furrowed. "Ah!!!" Kim groaned as he clutched his head. There was a building pressure within his head and then suddenly it was gone. Almost as if it had stabilized. Little did he know that now instead of his usual attractive head on top of his shoulders, there was a pumpkin sitting there in its place. But what made it even more odd was that the pumpkin head was sprouting huge amounts of orange colored hair from it, which would probably cause quite a scene. That is, if anyone decided to look at him. They might have been too occupied with either finding their own potion or playing the game. Regardless, the potion that had been supposed to make his hair grow was doing exactly what it was supposed to. But it looked a bit strange. It was almost as if a pumpkin was sprouting hair from its outer skin, which technically it was. Since Kim's head was now a pumpkin. Oddly enough, Kim didn't realize his head was a pumpkin yet. After all, he could see see out of his pumpkin head. At last, his hair stopped growing, and Kim glanced around the area. There was a ton of different colored hair all over the owlery now. From multiple people. As instructions were given again, Kim raised a brow, or at least felt as if he was doing so, as he wondered how on earth that would work. They had to braid their whole hair?! What if their hair got mixed up with other hair? A faint smirk came to his lips, at least as much as it could with the pumpkin head on top of his shoulders. It was around this time that Kim caught sight of a familiar face. Sia, as he'd started to call him now. And of course, Colin spoke to him around this time, distracting Kim from Sia momentarily. "She was? Good for her." He replied to Colin speaking about Bailey doing well in the maze below. Not that he'd be able to see her while she was inside. The last thing in the world he'd do would be to look out the window. "How's Clair doing?" Kim asked, certain Colin's partner would be the girl he'd been crushing on lately. Colin's interest in Sophia's whereabouts was understandable. "She should be here soon. I was going to meet up with her and come together. But she said she had to take care of a few things first and I should come without her and she'd join later on." As Colin moved away from him, Kim returned his attention to the last place he'd seen Sia. There he was! Kim raised a hand into the air and waved it to try and get his attention. "Yo! Sia! C'mere!" He called out, a twisted idea having come into his mind that the orange haired boy was sure Elsian would definitely get a kick out of. Sia wasn't too far away from him, so it probably wouldn't take him too much time to come over. Kim couldn't wait to see what Sia would think of his plan, although it would def have to take place as soon as possible, otherwise it wouldn't work. ────────────────────── ㅤ ㅤ──────────────────────
actions: Kim drinks the potion, delayed effect of eating an apple takes place, and plots with Elsian (ooc we discussed). inventory: Wand, Satchel - chocolate frog boxes, sweets, annoy-o-tron, ever-bashing boomerang, exploding bonbons, parchment paper, quill, inkwell, sketchbook, wizard camera, allergy potion and tissues. notes: Stats can be found in my signature. Or for easier reference they are down below. STA 6 | EVA 10 | STR 2 | WIS 5 | ARC 4 | ACC 9 Remember, Kim's last name when he gives it out is Aoki not Sato. ------------------------------ tags: @Bailey Glade, @Colin McCoire, @Clair Fernandez, @Elsian Cox word count 777 coded by draven mirador |
| kim sato tone bakugo | sta • 10 | eva • 18 | str • 2 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 20 sta • 10 | eva • 15 | str • 12 | wis • 7 | arc • 4 | acc • 17 |
PC ENCY iNPC ENCY |
21 Nov 2022, 23:49
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
Hexcode: #684370
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Mentioning @Marius Brown
Open for Interactions
While searching for this so-called "witch's secret potion", she heard one of the hooded committees suddenly said that someone found where the witch's secret potions were. And of course, this could only mean that a few "damsels" around her already found the potion. The game just began and there were already players who immediately found the potion.
Ok...you got this, Ash!, Ash thought to herself.
Rule number one when participating in a competition game, players need to focus and stay calm. And most importantly was to have some confidence. Otherwise, things would not go well when starting to panic. It really took a while for Ash to find that "secret potion" in this foggy and creepy witch's dingy den. And luckily, she was able to find a small vial in the end.
This would be Ash first time drinking a magical potion, but not wanting to waste another minute, she quickly popped the cork out of the vial and drank the potion. The taste of the liquid was strange and difficult to describe. Then all of a sudden, she felt her light brown hair began to grow longer and longer to the point that it touched unto the cobbled floor.
Oh wow, did I just become Rapunzel!?
So the "witch's secret potion" she just drank was a magical hair growth potion. At this moment, it was obvious to her what she needed to do next. Ash wasn't sure if she could braid her now very, VERY long hair, but she would try her best regardless. And hopefully, her partner, Marius, also succeeded to the next round.
Action: Potion found! Now braiding her sudden long hair.
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 7
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Abilities: Calming Presence (no target)
Inventory: Wand & other wizarding items
22 Nov 2022, 06:43
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 2
Fiddling with the wall of stalks, Agata huffed as she finally came upon the exit. A few other students had made their way out, Agata trying to calculate if she was one of the last few. She didn't seem like it, and for that she was grateful. The elated feeling of escaping the maze evaporated as more spooky committee members approached her, explaining the next task.Roleplaying as: Agata Ríos Matos
Languages: Spanish - #e62719 English - #195ee6
Mentioning: @Marius Brown as Sherlock Dols
Open to other interactions
Brow furrowed, Agata walked up the tower holding Sherlock. She hoped that he had done what needed to be done and his emotions hadn't gotten in the way. As much as she knew he would be good, he was slightly naïve.
Golden treasure spilled around her and the other students at the bottom of the tower. A key, a key. How big was the key? What shape? All these questions flittered through her mind, and in a way, Agata wished she was back in the maze. At least that was straight-forward. Muttering a Spanish curse "Carajo" Shit, Agata knelt, trying to sort the golden trash. It certainly wasn't treasure to her, and she wondered how anyone had thought these pieces to be.