Hexwizard Task 1: Beauxbatons v Durmstrang

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Roleplaying as André Alarie from Beauxbatons - peek at his ency here!
Language | French | English in italics | Russian is Underlined

André has been learning phrases from the languages of participating schools in the hexwizard tournament done for the specific intent of talking smack(trash talk). Even poor Maxi wasn't let in on his plan because André was aware he wouldn't get away with it otherwise

Andre still wasn't over the earlier events but he had to move on. If he didn't there was no chance of Beauxbatons win. He had to make a move while he could. Unfortunately his target was agile and evasive, at least this time his plans weren't ruined by people being people, merely the flaws of being mortal.

As seemed typical for Amaury, his attacks were all or nothing. When they were all, they could devastate his opponents, and Durmstrang had certainly gotten a taste of that already. Unfortunately, this one erred more towards the "nothing" side, his powerful magic whizzing past its targets. Somehow, that damn Queen was still standing, but if Amaury had it his way, he wouldn't be for long. He was moments away from simply stalking over there and throwing a punch with his noodle arms-- ignoring the fact that a punch would likely hurt his hand more than it hurt the Durmstrang scum's face.

action | as strategized
stats | sta: 7 | eva: 14 | str: 1 | wis: 12 | arc: 14 | acc: 16
abilities | lovely creature, charmer, perfectionist, evasive maneuvers, fearless, spell spread

Stats: STA 8 ✦ EVA 14 ✧ STR 2 ✦ WIS 15 ✧ARC 1 ✦ ACC 15 - Ency
Abilities: Keen Eye ✦ Charmer ✧ Evasive Maneuvers ✦ Fearless

Languages Valentin speaks: English, Russian, German, Tatar, novice Italian

Doing as strategized. Interacting with @Sylvain Wylt

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Nec Temere, Nec Timide. Durmstrang Institute's

Romeo Giovanni Marchonné

"English." "Italiano. Italian." "Russian."

| Faint Scar on Left Eye & Mangled Right Ear | \ Fingerless Glove on Right Hand / | Lichtenberg Figure on Right Arm and Down Back |

Valentin Schnell
@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood

A game of ups and downs; executed plays gone well, others not so well. We were playing to our strengths, alright. We always played to our strengths. It was just that we were getting unlucky.

We had them on the ropes. We had them by the throat. Just push a little more, a little longer.

I find that I'm holding my breath and practically digging my fingers into my biceps as I have my arms crossed across my chest, leaning forward to observe the board with blue eyes. Yes, the contingent plan. We had something ready for moments like these. Snickering once at the opposing player's weak attempt at an insult ('Squirrel'? Really?) I continue to assess the situation. "Keep the priorities straight..." I murmur under my breath as I narrow my eyes at the game. "Remember our most important notations. So long as those stay intact we can't fall apart like they are." I growl quietly, as if willing my thoughts to transmit telepathically into the minds of the team as an outside spectator. This was a far more complex game than Quidditch, but the strategy was still similar. There were individuals who were more of interest than others. Those individuals were key players, even among our powerful team.

Still, that did not prevent me from wincing as I watch Valentin first crash into an opposing player and then hit the ground to avoid an attack and warning Yefim subsequently.

I spy the desperation in those eyes, and I meet his gaze back before shaking my head and indicating to the bench with furrowed eyebrows and visible concern. 'I can't leave. I'm not allowed to come help, not yet!' If I could, I would already be across the board raining hell upon my adversaries with precisely landed blows and kicks. I didn't need armor, a horse, or a sword. I had my hands. Those were more than enough.

My eyes flick back to unconscious Mikael. He would need help. Immediate help as soon as the game ended. Jojo's help. My help.

We would have to work together.

But, win the game. That came first. As soon as I could leave the bench, I would be ready to rush out and perform aid. I could not do that, though, until the game was finished. Preferably in our favor.

Action: Benched but Ready to Heal

Reducio

Stats:

Ω Stamina 9 | Evasion 7 | Strength 15 Ω
Ω Accuracy 15 | Wisdom 9 | ArcPower 0 Ω

Abilities:

Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I Ω

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"Hi Cass." Cassie greeted her champion as the other girl stepped towards her as the first move of the round. "You okay?" Cassie herself didn't feel too bad, but that was all about to change. "DUCK!" she suddenly yelped as she spotted a spell hurtling towards them. Neither of the girls got out of the way fast enough, though, and Cassie felt herself about to crumple. Both she and Cass were about to run out of time - it wouldn't take much to knock either of them over right now. "Hang in there..." The most Cassie could do while Roberta healed Cass was to turn aggressive, so she attacked the closest Durmstrang. "Hah," she murmured weakly as her highly sophisticated technique of 'whack him as hard as possible' succeeded. One of the Durmstrangs forced herself into a spot next to Cass, but for once Cassie just couldn't think of anything witty to say except, "Go away."

rping as cielle johansen.
interacting with @johannes sauer, @amaury favreau, @cassie heather mcgregor-martin, and @cassanora browne.

Cielle clenched her fist over her lance at Johannes' snarky response, but decided against saying anything else and instead flipping him off again. She took her anger out on the French queen when they landed on the same square. [IN ENGLISH] "Move, arsehole," she would snap as she shoved him aside.

A quiet 'go away' came from one of the other French students, and Cielle couldn't help but laugh a little at the girl's dumbfounded expression. Glancing over at the Beauxbatons champion in the square diagonal to her own, she would smirk and flutter her fingers in a wave. "Hi, sweetheart!" she chirped brightly in mock friendliness.

Action: as strategized
Paragon of health allies: Yefim and Mikael
Lovely creature opponents: Beauxbatons team

sta 11 | str 15 | eva 9 | wis 3 | arc 3 | acc 12
lovely creature, statistically relevant (eva), fearless, paragon of health

interacting with n/a slightly mentioning Cielle

As Maximilien "Maxi" de Fostoncy [x] English · #586d9d | French · #056b68

So, he did it. Focused, and he would be satisfied to see the nimble getting hit, pride filling him. “Let’s go!” Cheerfully he’d whisper to his horse - oh, just a note, it (he wasn’t sure about the horse’s gender) now had a name, the proud ebony horse Obsidian. The word came to his mind while watching his teammates successfully kicking those Durmstrangs’ butts, and it did suit his pretty horse. Leaping forward with it, Maxi was now ready for another move, which he was sure would be impressive.

STATS. stamina 7 · evasion 11 · wisdom 13 · strength 3 · arcane power 7 · accuracy 11
ABILITIES. Lovely Creature, Perfectionist I+II, Spell Spread
ACTION. as strategised

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio

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▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FOURTH YEAR ▪

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Phaedra Stavrou as Lysander

Maybe the last attack had taken Felix down and he was dreaming, because he could have sworn he'd seen Niff slam into one of the other players. If this was what he was like during Quidditch, Felix could easily see why he was the captain.

He would target the enemy's queen, Amaury. He missed horribly, it made sense since it seemed his world was still spinning. Head hurts. He needed to focus on what was happening around him. One more round. Yef and Niff were dodging. Good, they were both safe. Pretty boy was in front of him again, shielding him from an oncoming attack. Probably also good--Shit, focus. He couldn't mess up, not again. "Hang on..." Probably useless to tell Lysander as much, but it was all he could manage to say. "Can't let you get your ass kicked by some chick for nothing, can I?"

Action: As strategized.

Interacting with: - N/A Mentioning: Cielle, Felix and Amaury

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RPing as iNPC Milo Durand Date: 23/10/22

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Going ahead to protect his queen, he managed to block and evade 2 hits, from both Cielle and Felix. It was interesting to get in the way on purpose and still have them miss. He cracked his knuckles and laughed, this was going surprisingly well. And he was back on his fellow teams lines also.

Stamina - 13 Evasion - 12 Strength - 13 Wisdom - 6 ArcPower - 9 Accuracy - 13

Actions: As Planned

Fearless Charmer Comprehend Languages: Veela Lovely Creature Broken Broomshaft Rebound

"Ne t'en fais pas, ce n'est que pour un instant" "Don't worry, it is only momentarily" Cassanora explained with a stiff smile towards Cassie. "Tout cela fait partie du jeu, malheureusement" "It is all part of the game, I'm afraid"

They were surrounded. Like a horde of marauders, Durmstrang came crashing across the field. They were most impressive, Cassanora had to admit. Chivalry and good sportsmanship were Beauxbatons' virtues, but Durmstrang knew how to kindle the heat of battle. How they relished in their violent delights. A barbaric madness pushing them beyond pain, beyond grief. Or so things seemed, at least.

No, that was just despair doing the talking. The poetry of misery loved to make an entrance as all doors close at the end. A final stroll along memory lane that led into a cheap reiteration of a misguided code of conduct just to prove the point that yes, you can memorize large insignificant paragraphs written by the overly romanticized blind, only for you to bring them before the deaf and the ignorant. And in turn they made you their own: A poor soul, set for damnation.

There was a fondness that welled up in Cassanora as she felt her mind racing on the heads of all these thoughts. The end was awfully inviting, wasn't it? The dream of dying a hero, a knight in service of an ancient order. To face all odds and withstand the tides as it shredded you apart. She could almost touch it. The tense atmosphere between her team and theirs. How each one knew how close they were getting to the final moment of her own body hitting the floor. It had to be satisfying to lash out and seize victory. Roberta knew this taste well. But every army had its losses eventually. Eggs for a Hexwizard omelet. Woe the poor souls that face their destinies head on. A dance with death was set upon them!

Her eyes would softly sway over to the waving girl. Raising her hand, Cassanora wiped some dust and grime from her cheek. "You keep missing your shots, 'sweetheart'" She replied with her own smile curling up in the corner of her face. "Your 'brave' knight must be wondering whose side you are actually on" Cass would wink whilst raising both her arms.

"Want to dance?"