8 Dec 2022, 21:54
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
| 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──────────────────────| ── | Just his luck. Despite Bailey telling him that she was climbing up now, she had yet to actually reach the top of the tower. Kim remained in position, locking his legs in place. He wasn't going to get anywhere near that window. Well, not any more than he already was. The orange haired boy's current position was perfect for someone to climb up the orange braid that had been thrown out the window earlier. It was as stable as the ground beneath a person's feet, which was where Kim wanted to be right now. At least he wasn't being made to climb a braid like this and was relieved to be where he was. Yes, he would have rather not participated at all, but if he was going to participate, this role was good. Being in this position was definitely where he would have wanted to be, as it didn't involve climbing or heights. If Kim had been the rescuer, his legs would have turned to jello and he would have frozen before even getting started. During this time, Kim heard a familiar voice yell something. Ah, Elsian. Come to think of it, where was Puffie? He'd been on his shoulder before when he'd been waiting for the pumpkin carriage ride. But after Bailey had dragged him to the owlery... could Puffie have been with him up in the tower, or had he gotten lost before the game had started?! Kim started getting worried. "Sia! You seen Puffie?" He asked, raising his voice to address his friend. The orange haired boy wanted to talk to Bailey but the only way he could do so would be to move closer to the window and direct his voice downward. That wasn't happening... not anytime soon. Unless Bailey took forever. Kim was getting a bit nervous for more than one reason. There were too many bodies around him, he was very close to looking out a high window, and Puffie was missing. Once Bailey got up, she could help him look for the pink puffball. But until then, Kim couldn't really do anything and that was making him even more nervous. Puffie was really small. What if he was up in the tower? What if someone accidentally stepped on him and crushed Puffie?! That was why he'd raised his voice to ask Elsian to see if his friend had seen him around him. What he didn't know was that Puffie had gotten lost amidst all the colorful hair in the tower. And the puff had managed to stuff himself into Elsian's pocket in the chaos. Kim tried to distract himself by glancing over at Elsian, who was currently teasing his partner Logan. Was that a budding relationship he was starting to see there? Now Kim had two girls to tease Elsian about! ────────────────────── ㅤ ㅤ──────────────────────
actions: Kim waits for Bailey to climb up his braid so he can try and find Puffie and of course continue the game. inventory: Left inner pocket: wand, self-inking quill, piece of parchment paper 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 Got permission from Elsian to stick Puffie into his pocket. Remember, Kim's last name when he gives it out is Aoki not Sato. ------------------------------ tags: @Bailey Glade, @Elsian Cox word count 469 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 |
9 Dec 2022, 20:34
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
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Coming to the end of quite a long time of managing her hair, Monica had finally gotten it all together into one braid. Faster than she had thought it would take too. At this point Monica knew what her next task would be, a lifetime of hearing her father's stories prepared her for the next part. She was to let down her hair for her rescuer to climb. Sure enough the moderators explained just that for Monica's next task. It would be a lot to throw her hair out the window... and for sure would be hard to hold a whole person with just the strength of your neck, but this should be the final task... then the game would be over.
Monica heard Hiro calling up to her from outside the window, She leaned over to see him at the base of the tower, "I'm doing good... One last thing, then we win! I'm going to let down my hair!" Monica smiled down at the boy, winking at him as she disappeared back into the tower.
She navigated to find the end of her hair, and dragged it to the window. It was thick and heavy, but eventually she got it out, and the rest of her hair quickly followed suit. Soon all the room was emptied, and her hair dangled out the window. Monica could feel the weight on her neck, already just holding all of that hair was challenging enough, but it was about to get a whole lot harder. She narrowed her stance, finding a good way of standing to be able to hold the weight well, then she called out, "ready when you are!" She prepared for Hiro to begin to climb.
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Action:
Throws hair out of the tower, ready for Hiro to begin his climb| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: Hiro (@Kim Sato's iNPC)
STA 8 • EVA 8 • STR 8 • WIS 5 • ARC 6 • ACC 5
10 Dec 2022, 17:13
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
River grunted as she took hold of the hair which her partner had let down for her to climb.
Her bare feet on cold stone, she dug her toes into each crevasse trying to support herself the best she could. River had never been one for heights, sure she liked quidditch, but there was a difference.
For starters, Quidditch was on a broom, which she trusted. Quidditch also was not as cold on the feet.
Once she was about two metres off the ground, River realized that her dress would be showing off all of her underclothes. The thought made her rethink climbing in a dress. She then made yet another bad choice by looking down. "Oh Good lord." She muttered, even if it was only about two metres up, it still made her head crawl, she looked up. There was so much to go still...
Her hands loosened their grip on her partner's hair. A few seconds later she landed on the ground, out of breath. "sh!t." She swore, "Everyone is going to win and I'll still be sitting here with my cold tooties.
Rubbing her feet for a quick second River got ready to get back to climbing, she just hoped that no one would look up her dress, she liked her underclothes not being peaked at.
She took a deep breath and started climbing again.
(wc 230)
@Pax Zhang
Action: Attempting to climb again
WHAT IF I FALL? OH, MY DARLING
WHAT IF YOU FLY?
WHAT IF YOU FLY?
11 Dec 2022, 02:40
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
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we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
11 Dec 2022, 08:17
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
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Finishing braiding the enormous hair, Sherlock did not fail to glance around the room. Most contestants had thrown their braids out of the window or, in the case of the participants acting as rescuers, were climbing (judged from the looks of the damsels' face expressions). Four rescuers had even arrived, three girls and one boy.
The little Belizean felt pressured, partly because he wanted to win (of course, why would one join a competition if they would not dream to win?) and partly as he did not want to let Agata down. She had tried her best to cheer him up after everything that had happened to him tonight, had been so kind to him that he felt seeing her disappointed face when they lost the game would be like taking advantage of her.
Suddenly, the Castelobruxo kid was snapped out of his thoughts. What did he think he was he doing, lamenting about his slower progress rather than trying to catch up?
Sherlock ran to a window, the ugly braid he hoped to get rid soon trailing behind him. It was rather heavy, but the preteen tried his best not to mind it. Brown eyes scanning the crowd beneath the tower, finding the dark-haired student who would soon be climbing in her role as his Princess Right in this game. "Agata!" he called and waved just before throwing his golden braid down the window.
The little Belizean felt pressured, partly because he wanted to win (of course, why would one join a competition if they would not dream to win?) and partly as he did not want to let Agata down. She had tried her best to cheer him up after everything that had happened to him tonight, had been so kind to him that he felt seeing her disappointed face when they lost the game would be like taking advantage of her.
Suddenly, the Castelobruxo kid was snapped out of his thoughts. What did he think he was he doing, lamenting about his slower progress rather than trying to catch up?
Sherlock ran to a window, the ugly braid he hoped to get rid soon trailing behind him. It was rather heavy, but the preteen tried his best not to mind it. Brown eyes scanning the crowd beneath the tower, finding the dark-haired student who would soon be climbing in her role as his Princess Right in this game. "Agata!" he called and waved just before throwing his golden braid down the window.
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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.
David Howard
14 Dec 2022, 16:54
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
And, I was right. It took me a long, long, time to climb up Daphne’s hair. It was hard due to my excessive lack of strength and because I had to pull my whole body up whilst climbing Daphne’s hair, it was quite a challenge, to scale it. And then there was the fact that Daphne kept moving around at the top of the tower which set me back even more. This was because when Daphne moved, her hair moved with her and at times it moved so fast, that if it hadn’t been for the grip my gentlemen’s slapping gloves provided, I would’ve quite literally slid down it. At some point, I heard Daphne say “Ow, i-ignore her, David! You're doing great!” Ignore who? But then it occurred to me that the girl that had instructed me to climb Daphne’s hair was standing below us, saying things like how her grandma could climb faster then us. Yeah right, I could bet all of my galleons that that was a lie. But then, out of nowhere, I heard Daphne say “I'm fine! Just keep climbing and you'll be up in no time.” I could hear how much pain Daphne was in just from the sound of her voice, and honestly, I wasn’t blaming her for moving around so much. “Yeah, I’ll be up there soon.” I said “And if you want to help, could you please try your best to stop moving? It’s really messing me up down here.”Daphne - #244b5e
Dave - #cd0a2f
Mentioning @Daphne Sapphirus.
Inventory:
1. Wand
2. Gentleman’s Slapping Gloves
15 Dec 2022, 15:08
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
100% HP: 1000/1000
Evasion: 0
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 10 +10%
ArcPower: 2
Accuracy: 10
Terrible Presence
Chikao eventually finally threaded and braided his hair into the necessary locks it needed to be. It certainly took more time and effort than he was expecting... or perhaps he was again just feeling the sudden urges of sleepiness overwhelming him. He still had strength, he still had tons of stamina, it was just the fact that Chikao was very lazy and had an internal sleep clock that would go off every so often. It wasn't narcolepsy, he was just a very lazy person who slept so often that his body just got used to it. There were only specific times in which he could really go all out and use all of his energy, and eating a bunch from the buffet before arriving wasn't helping either.
He felt cramped by his hair and was tired, so he was pretty uncomfortable for the time being. He lifted the braided hair and chucked it out the window to clear up some space, but to his surprise, he saw a familiar face approaching the Owlery: "Chibi! Hey, look at how much hair they gave me! Haha." Chikao couldn't help but laugh as he saw Pax approaching, but the question still held as to what they were supposed to do. It took the foreign student a bit to think and figure it out on his own, and he of course shouted downward toward his teammate to utilize his hair as a rope. Chikao swiftly stomped his foot on the remaining extra hair and placed his hands as well to brace for the oncoming strain. He prayed it wouldn't be as painful as when his mother would brush his hair when he was younger.@Pax Zhang
It takes a Mad King to create Change. I am no King, but I pull the Chords of Insanity.
16 Dec 2022, 01:19
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
Japanese ~ EnglishReducio
"Come on, River! You can do this! I believe!"
She could see River was gettting off to a bit slower of a start than she'd hoped, but Chiaki tried to keep up her smile, though her grip had tightened on the window's edge to help cope with the pain.
However, she made it only a litte way up before it seemed she could not hold on much longer and she fell back to the ground. Chiaki could feel tension release as the weight was lifted momentarily, however she knew it wasn't going to be for long. River, from what she knew, was very determined, so it wouldn'tbe long before she gathered herself to try again. The best Chiaki could do to help right now was sit and take the pain whilst shouting down encouragement.
"You can do this! You are super strong and super tough, you will make it up in no time, I can promise!"Action: letting River climb her hairStats:
Sta-9 | Eva-8 | Str-4 | Wis-6 | Arc-7 | Acc-8
Abilities:
-Calming Presence (ALLIES -> River Fayre)
-Cat's Grace
PC: Pax Zhang || iNPC: Chiaki Hiroi
16 Dec 2022, 01:31
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
They/SheSearching, scanning, sorting through the piles of gold, Pax was ready to admit defeat. Alas, finally, the gold key appeared before them. Pax snatched it up quickly before running to the base of the owlery where cascades of hair were being thrown down, some already attempting to scale up.
It wasn't difficult to work out what was required of them. However, attenpting so in a dress may prove to be the challenge. Pax was stood still as a second as they tried to figure at the practicality when the heard a yell.
"Chibi! Hey, look at how much hair they gave me! Haha."
"Suits you!" They yelled back with a grin, carefully taking hold of the braid. In all honesty, it was a bit of a relief to be able to see their friend again."But be careful! I have to climb up, and I'd hate for this to hurt more than it likely will."
Pulling gently on the braid to make sure it would be able to hold their weight, they began to try to climb, calling up to Chikao to make sure they weren’t pulling too hard or causing too much pain, and potentialy also as a distraction from the pain.ReducioStats:
Sta-9 | Eva-9 | Str-6 | Wis-3 | Arc-6 | Acc-9
Abilities:
-Muggle Condition
-Fearless
Reducio
16 Dec 2022, 11:24
SAVE YOUR DATE : round 3
Agata grimaced as she continued her search for the stupid golden key. It like sifting in sand, trying to find one small shard of glass. Near impossible. Golden trinket after golden trinket was before her, and she couldn't find it anywhere. Close to giving up, and about to turn to the supervisors of the game, she at last spied what she was looking for. Whooping with joy, she snatched it up into her palm.Roleplaying as: Agata Ríos Matos
Languages: Spanish - #e62719 English - #195ee6
Interacting with: @Marius Brown as Sherlock Dols
She had seen other teams climb the tower on some sort of rope. She hoped Sherlock had found it, and would be able to throw it down to her. At the thought, down came a shout from above. Recognising it as Sherlock's voice, she grinned, looking up at the boy. "I got it!" she shouted, holding up the key for him to see. "We can catch up!" She was determined, even though other teams had passed them, that her and Sherlock would be able to at least not come in last.
Clutching the rope, that once she felt, she realised with astonishment was hair, hair?, she went to climb. Putting the key into her mouth, careful not to swallow, she started to climb the tower. Once again, she lamented this silly game and at this moment in time, her choice of dress. No pockets, not even in her poncho.