|| @Henry Knight (as Charles Alluring), @Bloom Silverton, @Aurora Ranvier, & my iNPC Manuela Macedo ||

Aly Salinger was as kind as a person could get; she was sweet as sugar, happy as a clam, and whatever other niceness phrases you wanted to use for her, you probably could. She loved to hand out flowers to friends and strangers alike to brighten their days, sketch perfect flicks of eyeliner onto her freckled face atop her green eyes, put together pretty outfits with plenty of florals and pink and bright colours, and just generally bring smiles to anywhere she went. She was generally well-regarded as just a plain, old-fashioned good person - wasn't known to trash-talk, cheat, play dirty, etc.

But this was a game. And Aly also liked to win.

Arriving at the first stage of the Triathlon with her bunkmate Manu, a bold girl from Castelobruxo who had also signed up for the tournament (and who Aly was rather growing to like), Aly glanced around at all of the people who had gotten there before her, adjusting the clingy fabric of her plain gold one-piece swimsuit (the only one she had brought to summer camp). Curiously enough, she wasn't the last one there - though that was probably the ever-competitive Manu's influence, as Aly's lateness to events was the stuff of legend. (That and having learned proper "etiquette" earlier in the summer, which of course included timeliness.) Speaking of etiquette, Aly spotted her second cousin, Charles, among the lineup of fellow competitors, and gave him a friendly smile and a wave. He looked too far away to hear her, but if she caught his eye, he would receive an excitable thumbs-up from his relative. She was really seeing her cousin everywhere here at camp! What luck to have a built-in friend by blood around.

There were a couple of other familiar faces amongst the line-up, such as Quidditch teammates, former (Bloom Silverton) and current (Aurora Ranvier). Throwing them waves and smiles as well, Aly took her spot in the line-up with Manu alongside her, casting a sideways glance at her Brazilian friend. "Don't let me forget, I've got these really neat Muggle band-aid thingies in here, in case you end up needing one," she explained to Manu, gesturing down to the small black pouch that Aly had knotted around her ankle. Charmed to repel water, it would keep her precious Muggle bandages safe while she was swimming - and as a Healing intern and hopeful future Healer herself, helping other people in case of injury was always in the back of her mind. "They're sticky, but some sort of Muggle technology - oh, and they're waterproof. Without the need of a charm! How great is that?"

Beaming, Aly readied herself to start the race. She was repping Ravenclaw, after all, and she wasn't about to let her House down.

Action: arriving, waving to friends

Action: arriving, readying

|| Interacting with: ||	@Cassandra Ironwoods (as Ronnie Andréas)
	@Aly Salinger (aka myself)

Interacting with Lysander Stavrou (Phaedra Stavrou)

Donning her exercise clothing, Serena made her way to the edge of the stadium. She had a bandana tied tightly over her ears and her hair plaited behind her to prevent it from getting in the way. Pizza Rat had been left behind today, which was totally fine with him since he was busy sleeping when she left anyway. She figured that this was not exactly the place he wanted to be in. Besides, he was kind of used to her leaving to go train without him so this was not much different.

A part of her was still avoiding being in the tent with all of the tension there. If she could, she would definitely prefer to stay outside. This event gave her the perfect opportunity - to both get outside and to also train. Whilst the skills were not exactly transferable to broom racing, she would take every single opportunity to train wherever she could. This would, at the very least, build her stamina or help her if she ever fell into the waterfall.

Scanning the gathered participants, she did a double take as she spotted the champion of Hogwarts. Things were not perfect between the two, but she was strongly trying to stop feeling so awkward. It was kind of amusing how much sunscreen he had on him - something that she never really bothered with. In fact, she kind of forgot it was something that existed. She did not tan very easily - not even when she visited her relatives in India! If he caught her looking, she would just smile and give her a small wave to say hi, without approaching him. He looked like he was focused on the triathlon and she was more than happy to give them space. At the very least, he looked well and that was enough for her.

Spotting another familiar face, she pondered for a moment. It had been a while, perhaps this was the time to be polite. Tightening the straps on her fingerless gloves, she sighed softly before adjusting the goggles on the top of her forehead. She would wear them when they started. For now, however, they could stay there. Checking her shoes, she smiled a little as she watched the small wings on her ankles swaying a little in the wind.

With her final checks done and her outfit given a once over, she made her way to the familiar face, "Mister Stavrou," Serena greeted him, "It's been a while. How's... life?" There was a small pause in her question as she wondered what exactly to ask him. In a way, she wanted to ask about Arjan or about Durmstrang or about their hexwizard team, if he knew anything about it or their champion or... In truth, there was kind of a lot, it had been a long time and yet, she also kind of did not even know if he wanted to talk to her. He was her older brother's friend, rather than hers and he probably was only talking to her out of politeness. But she kind of liked him. He seemed a lot nicer than most of the other Durmstrang students she had met - and far nicer than Arjan's other friends. It probably helped that he was pretty nice on the eyes too.

ACTION: Getting Ready To Go!

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 14 16 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 15
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster, Paragon of Health
Fifth-Year Armour: +2 evasion, added above for ease.
[Allies for Paragon of Health: @Howard White and Lysander Stavrou (@Phaedra Stavrou's iNPC)]

Open to Interactions
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040

The Triathlon event had to be the most exciting event out off all of the non sporting events during this years summer camp, at least it certainly was in Florian's eyes. This was one of those events that was based solely on your individual skill, and he found it to be perfect training for the upcoming Hexwizard tournament, in which he had been selected for the Beauxbaton team. If he couldn't be champion, he was certainly ready to show off his skills as a part of the team.

He would throw on his swimsuit bottoms, readying himself for the first round: Swimming. Swimming wasn't exactly something that Florian would practice often, but at least he could swim, and he felt he had fairly strong legs and arms, so the young French boy felt that would at least give him some sort of advantage. Plus, it was kinda/sorta/almost like Broom racing, simply without the broom and based on your own speed. But he digressed.

As Florian arrived, he would take a few moments to get a few stretches in, readying himself for the race and for the rules. It was always best to be prepared, especially if the event sounded mundane. Who knows if they might throw some magical obstacles in there as well?

Action: Arriving
Stats:
Sta: 6 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 12
Abilities:
Foulplay | Evasive Manuvers | Fearless

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The Outfit

It had been a genius idea on the organizer's part to arrange for the first part of this battle of athletics to be a dip in the blazing heat. Elena herself did not claim to be a excellent swimmer but she was willing to bet that the majority of people here were not as well and that would probably help her out in the long run. The sun glinted off her purple and pink swimsuit as everyone assembled keen to see when they would get underway. Elena had never participated in something as expanse as this but for someone who had taken up Quiddich as a sport, she reckoned she had endured a good amount of her house's ardous training sessions to think she brought something to the table to offer even if it didn't involve flying., diving down into the depths was the next best thing altough the girl didn't know if that would result in her being tossed about the waves.

Still, she was eager to get washed away keen to get away from the heat practically burning the skin off her back as the girl stretched to loosen her muscles. It was all about who made it through to the final stage, they just had to endure. As the girl glanced around, she would spot a few familiar faces, Haley and Bloom,, there'd be plenty of chance to run into them once this thing got underway but for right now, Elena focused on what was in front of her and collecting her thoughts. It was a common routine she did before any contest of sorts, take a few moments and isolate yourself, get yourself in the mood that everything was under your control, she wasn't looking to win but she certainly did not plan on getting scratched off in the first round, she hoped she could at least make it through that although Elena hadn't exactly dabbled in water too much, not that the castle provided ample chance for that sort of thing, a wry smile crossed her face thinking how the Mermish might object if the students started using the lake for their own aquatic endeavors.

It would be foolish to think it would be a straightforward swim or race for that matter. She knew just how intense some people could get all in the name of victory or simply because they could, just focus on the goal and you'd turn out alright. She wouldn't lie that it wouldn't hurt in the slightest to come out on top just once, a personal achievement of sorts but that would mean she'd have to put in double the work. "Gotta work for what you want, Elena." She muttered to herself as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other back and forth prepping herself for the clash of personallites and skill that was about to be tested, only the upcoming minutes would tell who'd be making it through to the final stages, she was going to need a good dry-off and a nice, relaxing slumber after this.

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RPing as Raphael Aveline

French | English
Open to interactions.

Raphael had come to London with the expectation that he would mostly try to keep away from the planned activities. He was here for the broom race and the race only; it was an opportunity he hadn't been able to let pass by although it meant sacrificing a month of precious time at home.

If those Hogwarts kids hadn't forced a pamphlet on him upon arrival, he would probably never even have glanced at the things they had scheduled, but he'd found the thing in his hands involuntarily, and one of the activities had drawn his eye. Triathlon, the schedule said. He'd been ready to dismiss it, surely they would have found some way to shoehorn magic into the event and ruin it for him, but apparently, this wasn't the case. Apparently, it was just what it said, except they had replaced the biking with some sort of climbing activity. Still, no magic though, and Raphael had reluctantly decided to sign up for the activity, all the way feeling like he was somehow being tricked into something.

When he arrived at the stadium, still kind of wary, he stopped and stared for a moment. Somehow, they had filled the entire thing with water. There was even a ship over there - their destination, if he understood the announcement correctly. Somehow, after three years, he still hadn't quite gotten used to the scope of what magic could accomplish. This was far off from the small spells they learned in class (that he usually still struggled with).

Dressed in blue swim trunks and falling into a set of routine stretching exercises, Raphael glanced around for familiar faces, but none of the people he usually hung out with seemed to be around. No matter, he was here for the challenge, the opportunity to (literally) flex his muscles, not to socialise.

Action | Arriving

Sta 6 ᚐ Eva 15 ᚐ Str 12 ᚐ Wis 5 ᚐ Arc 0 ᚐ Acc 15
The Muggle Condition ᚐ Fearless ᚐ Evasive Maneuvers I + II

English
Japanese

Summer was the best day to wear the least article of clothing. Sara’s sensitivity to cold temperatures only made the occasion where we wore less than any form of jacket rare. Signing up for the triathlon event had been a no-brainer. The fun summer days have been kind in allowing him to make new fond memories with others, and yet it didn’t really give him much time to practice his usual exercise regimes. Surely this event would help him with what he had missed.

Upon arriving, Sara was seen just as usual. With his ever stoic and angry-looking face, buzz-cut hair, and drop-dead gorgeous looks. The main difference was that instead of his usual dark attire, he wore a full-body swimsuit. He was too shy to wear just trunks, you see. But it did very little to hide his muscular build. Because of this, for the duration of the roll-call, people would only see him standing awkwardly with a thick white towel robe, stitching and trying to pretend the robe wasn’t in the way. He would take it off once the event started. But now? Nope.. Who has time to be shy when they’re preoccupied, you know?

Though right now, what preoccupied his mind was the number of people who signed up for this event. The only familiar faces were his other fellow mahoukotoro students. Each received a short nod in acknowledgment if any of them were to catch his intimidating gaze. Takes a bit of courage, polite enough, and short-lived. Nods were a blessing to nonverbal communication.

Unfortunately, Sara just had to set a self-fulfilling mission to make himself more approachable. This was a good day to test out his communication skills because:

Everyone here had a common topic to discuss; the event.

Clearly, everyone had their own purpose for signing up. That was an easy topic to bring up to anyone that fortunately wasn’t as bland as asking them about the weather. Which fortunately tends to end up being Sara’s topic of choice when striking up a conversation. But not today!

He wasn’t wearing intimidating clothes

White robes certainly was a different vibe from his usual attire. Thick jackets and gloomy color schemes didn’t really scream ‘approachable’. But white robes were! So despite his nerves, he could at least spare some time to practice talking with strangers. Who knows, maybe they’ll end up being a life long friend.

Or if it all goes wrong, the event will start soon any way.

With this, he scanned the crowd, trusting with only his gut to pick the right person to strike up a conversation with. After much debate, he spotted a random participant and stared at them with great determination.

Yes, that is the one.

After a quick pat on his checks to relax them, he strode his way toward his new potential friend. Looks can be deceiving. That was his whole life motto. Plenty of people had taken one glance at him and trusted their assumptions first. A gangster, a bully, someone that wouldn’t hesitate to push you off the stairs for fun. He was past the phase where that fazed him, but he could see why. While walking toward the girl, he instinctively tried to pick up any signs of discomfort she may have.

Upon approaching her, he took a few minutes to think of the most pleasant, normal, and kind conversation started he could tell her. With his naturally gruff voice, the words that came out of his mouth were none other than:

“ You ready to fight?”

A pause

“ With me “

Another pause.

Sara did not do well with stress, and perhaps he miscalculated how much of this he wasn’t ready for. He began stammering unintelligible words before coming up with the perfect save for this mission of his.

“N-nice weather we are having. Do..do you think so? “ he rubbed the palms of his hands, taking comfort in the warmth they radiated from the friction. God knows he needed it.

Action: being an awkward angry looking bean
Interaction: @Della Barfield
Wearing:

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Interacting| Raphael (@Dealla Prince)

Mentioning| Florian (@Starlee Kennedy)

English | French | Russian

Link to Spells
Link to iNPC
Sta: 10 | Eva: 7 | Str: 15 | Wis: 6 | AP: 3 | Acc: 15
Fearless | Evasive Maneuvers I | Evasive Maneuvers II

Word Count: 275|Language: Japanese, English, Thoughts |Open to Interaction

Actions: Arriving