Roleplaying as iNPC Quentin Gagné of Beauxbatons
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The small break between failing and restarting the second lap seemed to be doing Quentin some good. He felt as he had in the first lap. He was flying across the water, splashing and probably leaving a terrible tread in his wake. But he was oblivious to the swimmers behind and in front of him. He wasn't sure if they were faltering or thriving. He was concentrating on making his limbs move fast.

He wasn't sure if he liked swimming or not. He always enjoyed physical activities, but this lacked a lot of drama. Quentin supposed that people could drown, but that wasn't the type of drama he craved. Swimmers just kept their heads down; there wasn't even a chance to throw banter at each other. He was also pretty sure it was incorrect to cannonball into the water as he had done. But nonetheless, the exercise was great, and maybe when he finally made it out of the water, there would be time to riff with the other racers. When they all got to land, there might even be a bit of friendly drama. Quentin used these thoughts to propel him forward.

Action: swimming Lap 3

English | Parseltongue

Drat. Della failed the third lap. She did quite poorly, to be honest. She tried to think of something kind to say to herself, but it really was just dreadful. On the first obstacle she encountered, she didn't evade it at all. She hit it straight on, causing her to flip underwater, get water up her nose, get her hair tangled around her neck, and when she finally made it to the surface, she swam in the wrong direction. It took her forever to realize that the swimmers around her were going the other way.

Della had never been competitive before Hogwarts, but that was before she had found something she was good at and won at. She tried to repeat a mantra in her head: this isn't broom racing, this isn't broom racing, this isn't broom racing. Now that she had failed a lap, the mantra didn't help. Now that she had failed a lap, she wanted nothing more than to be in the lead. Now that she had failed a lap, she deserted all those thoughts about a "friendly camp game" and "swimming wasn't her strong suit." She wanted nothing more than to win.

She set herself straight and soldiered on. Determined more than ever to actually evade the obstacles this time.

Action: swimming lap 3 again
evasion: 8

Japanese || English
Date: 08/08/2022 || Time: 10:00
Outfit: Swimsuit

Winning the race was not looking promising to Ayako. She'd been near the middle - or even back - of the pack the entire time. Part of that had been because she wasn't a strong swimmer, but it was also partially due to the age difference between her and the other students.

Knowing that she wasn't likely to win, Ayako instead focused on pacing herself and finishing. Finishing a triathlon was still no easy feat, and she knew people that trained for years to complete similar competitions, so as long as she finished, she didn't feel too terribly bad about it.

As she focused on the target, the side of the ship they were meant to climb, she hardly noticed Chi falling behind. Committing her efforts to the climb ahead, she shot a quick glance back to her friend and called out a few words of encouragement.

"Stomp these foreigners into the tides, Chi-chan!" she yelled encouragingly.

Then she focused on finding a good foothold. Her hands gripped whatever could help to propel her upwards, pulling her body as quickly as she dared, lest she fall. Her arms brought her higher and higher, and - even though her legs were burning from the swim and her chest was filled with sharp pains - she attempted to steady her breathing for the climb.

Hopefully she'd make it all the way up.

Notes:

Reducio

Interacting:

@Paz Zhang as Chi

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ROUND 2 LEVEL 1

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RPing as Raphael Aveline

French | English

Dodging moving obstacles while swimming had, as could have been expected, been a little different from dodging stationary obstacles while flying, but he'd managed just fine. This was fun, he got to push himself, face new challenges, compare his performance with other people. He enjoyed swimming, wished he could do it more often, there was usually just not much of an opportunity to do it. If they held more events like this, Raph would consider joining these trips for more reasons than just broom racing.

At this point, Raph had secured himself a spot at the front of the bulk of participants, although of course, things could shift at any moment, depending on how the next challenge went. Raphael pulled himself out of the water upon reaching the ship, climbing on board and pushing his dripping hair back to get it out of his eyes. Blinking into the sunlight, he squinted at what lay ahead. Running was the next part, they'd said. Raphael had picked up running as a hobby last summer, and had since then developed an almost daily routine that he had kept up even here, although he was still figuring out a good trail for his morning runs. He was looking forward to this.

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

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Roleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
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Date: 8th August 2022 Outfit: x

ROUND TWO LEVEL ONE

Kick, kick, kick, kick. That was all her body knew how to do right now. Kick her legs and use her arms to propel her forward. She was definitely growing even more tired as time went on, but she tried her absolute hardest to persevere and complete the lap. She wanted to win, definitely, winning would be ideal. But she supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world if she had to give up halfway through because she was just too tired, life would go on and it was only really a fun game at summer camp. But for now, even though she was feeling a bit fatigued, it wasn't dire enough for her to need to stop swimming. So she kept going.

And finally, she had finished the lap, successfully managing to avoid all of the muggle obstacles that were thrown her way. She was pretty proud of herself, honestly, even if her chest was rising and falling rapidly from the three laps she has done around the ship. She was now successfully onto round 2, which was running. She liked running, but did she like running after she'd just swam 3 laps around a ship? She wasn't entirely sure, but still, she had to try her hardest, didn't she? She could do this. She could. It was all going to be perfectly fine. Now all she had to do was climb up onto the ship.

Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 7 | STR: 7 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 7
Abilities: Fearless, Calming Presence

ARYAAN SHAMSI
Round 1; Level 3
Open to Interactions

They'd managed to clear level two of swimming.
They’d managed to clear level two of swimming!
It was both a relief and encouragement. If they could clear one hurle, they could clear it all, it was just a matter of taking small steps and making progress.
They could do it. They could definitely finish it!

A quick glance around, attempting to evaluate their position. They were definitely not leading, but they were not last. At least not just yet.
Aryaan had lost track of the other Champions, and could not tell how far ahead they had ended up. It could not be too much further ahead.
He hoped.
It wasn’t fatigue that was dragging Aryaan down just yet, like some other students might have started to feel. but rather his own frustrations at not being able to keep up. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – too many people treated marathons like sprints and burnt out long before the end. Aryaan intended to finish, not necessarily finish first.
But he wouldn’t complain if he managed to pull ahead of a champion or two.

“Keep up?” was the eventual retort to his schoolmate, faux-incredulousness not quite making its mark between gasps of breathing. “Do you think you could lose me that easily, now?”

SWIMMING LEVEL 3

Nessie kept swimming, and it was enough to get through the second round this time. She didn’t really think she’d done anything differently this time, but perhaps it had been her encouragement of the other competitors that had driven her to swim fast enough to make the lap time – or maybe the pace had been relaxed, she wasn’t sure. Either way, she didn’t need to concern herself with that now, because her task could shift to the next lap of swimming.

The question was: did she even want to complete it? If Nessie finished the swimming she’d have to move onto the other rounds, and they sounded significantly less fun to her. She’d be happy to swim forever – or, at least until she got hungry for the next meal, which was basically forever in a twelve-year-old’s eyes – but running? No thank you.

And so she kept on at a pace that was comfortable for her, not rushing, just having a good time and seeing where she’d end up. As long as there were still others swimming with her, Nessie didn’t see a need to hurry. Perhaps she’d even make a few friends? Although that hadn’t been working out so far in the competition, so maybe she should give up the idea and swim faster so she could work on that later?

Open to interactions

Action: Attempting Swimming Level 3
Stats: STA 6 || EVA 7 || STR 0 || WIS 7 || ARC 3 || ACC 7
Abilities: 10% auto-hit & 10% auto-dodge (Seer)

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Frankly, even he couldn’t understand how he’d surpassed the rest of the contestants. Of course, athletics was his strong suit, but to cruise, in a moment’s notice, from the comfortable fifth or so to first place (or at least tied there with another)? Perhaps the rest had merely exhausted themselves. Lysander would have felt the same too, his own limbs bringing on a familiar burn, had he not been so stoked himself. Grabbing onto the ship, he ripped his goggles away from his face and planted them atop flattened hair. He could not help but to bask in his temporary victory, attention only swayed to a second head breaking the surface beside him.

Funnily enough, it was Aurelia, earning herself an admirable regard. Unacceptable! And to think she’d started the event downplaying her own abilities. Now look at her, keeping up with him and leading the pack, together. “What did I tell you before, eh?” Lysander reminded her, smile lines deepening as Aurelia gave him a playful splash. Sure, you’re strong. It was initially for reassurance sake, a boy telling a girl what she needed to hear. Now there was a proven truth to the statement, not that he ever doubted her before. Dodging another splash, he pulled himself onto the ship and outstretched his hand to assist her onboard, if needed. “Are you sure?”

STATS: STA 12; EVA 19; STR 13; WIS 5; ARC 0; ACC 15 ABILITIES: Evasive Maneuvers I, Evasive Maneuvers II, Charmer, Fearless

ACTIONS: Round 2 Level 1