CICTF Poison Dart Frog vs. Suriname Grasshopper

Castelobruxo’s geographical environment was intimidating. Even with the logical explanation that magic likely played a role, the arena for Capture The Flag was intimidating as it was realistic. Humidity was blanketed thick over the arena, thick evergreen canopies casting pockets of shadow between glaring sunlight. With the sheer density of the forest, any and all incoming attackers would likely be concealed till their team was facing them face-to-face.

Unfamiliar territory was a silent killer of even the most skilled, much less a gaggle of children.

Erast gripped his wand tightly, each step light with caution. How could this be a fun sport for children? It felt more like some sort of survival stimulation, with weapons at that! From the distance, the sounds of flowing water carried over. A waterfall? Lake? Uncertainty creeping, his steps slowed to stray further towards the back of the group. As soon as the lagoon’s reflective waters came to sight, disaster struck. SWISH. A large serpent came into view, whipping out its thick scaly tail. He gasped as Frederick’s attempt to evade the creature failed, and next to him, Rosaline getting snatched into its clutches.

“Fred, Rosa!” Erast twitched, body conflicted between rushing forward to help or run in the opposite direction. 天呀My gosh, why did he keep encountering stuff like this?

Interaction: @Skylar Blue, @Ellaine Weatherby, possibly all the other Grasshoppers
Actions: As strategized
Stats: Sta: 5 | Wis: 7 | Eva: 5 | Str: 5 | AP: 7 | Ac: 6
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers

date	place	tags	wc	speech	outfits
26/06/26	Castelobruxo	@Frederick Buckley, @Leo Noxley	437/200	#36563c	xxx

I​​n a light mood, regardless of the humidity and the hot tropical weather, Rosaline was quite excited for the game. With a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she secretly approached Fred and Leo from behind and then patted their shoulders with her palms. “Hey!” she grinned innocently. She wasn’t sure whether her little prank was successful or not, but it didn’t matter. “Are you boys ready for the game?” She asked playfully. Being surrounded by her friends made her at ease in this foreign environment. 

Standing aside from the boys, Rosaline adjusted her shirt, which she wore as outerwear, then took it off, tying it on her waist due to the hotness of the rainforest. It was a bit hard to believe it was winter here.

Glancing around, she noticed the American boy had introduced himself. 'Ilias.' A nice name in her opinion. Then Rosaline realized she hadn’t properly made known to her teammates. “I’m Rosaline. If it’s not too late to introduce myself. It’s nice to be on the team with you guys.” She said with a warm tone in her voice. 

Time moved fastly. The poison dart frogs had decided they would walk to the Zone 2 area. As curious as Rosaline was, she kept observing the forest while striding with her teammates. Her ocean eyes lit up with every new finding: the different shapes of leaves, the unusual bird chirps, and even the texture on the tree trunks would pique her interest. Yet, an unknown tenant from the Amazon forest soon came and destroyed her little fun discovery channel section. 

An anaconda.

The said creature crawled on the ground, so agile that it almost mesmerized her. It approached them sneakily until it was noticed. Rosaline’s eyes widened at the scene, and her legs froze. It wasn’t her first encounter with a snake, she didn’t live that far from nature. But the mere thought of the anaconda, this giant, still frightened her. It swiftly climbed up on her and Fred, strangling them tightly. She could feel its cool scales. It would be a nice feeling under this temperature, but not in this situation. Fred and she were in a face-to-face position. It might have been the first time they were so close with each other, physically. There was no time to think about this. Air. Rosaline could feel the air in her lungs being squeezed out completely, like an empty mayonnaise bag. Wheezing in horror, she couldn’t even scream. She still tried to use her only free hand to smack the anaconda, fighting for a chance to get out from its hold.

Action: As strategised

stats
stamina: 6 | evasion: 5 | strength: 5
wisdom: 8 | arcane Power: 7 |accuracy: 4
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Reducio TIME AND DAY 26/06/2026

Reducio MENTIONS @Damien Dragonclaw, @Artie Kempston, @Lachlan Cassidy, @Ellaine Weatherby, @Percy Todd Duplenticy, @Paul Turner, @ Skylar Blue

Reducio OUTFIT

Reducio WC 304 words

Reducio OOC NOTES Coded by Melissa Blake

I kept moving as I kept an ear on the other conversation. Don't get me wrong, I'm not usually this gossipy. It's not my fault that they're basically eating in front of the poors!

Anyhow, the sudden shift of environments quickly took my thoughts away. It was... dark. I liked dark. I can coordinate myself better in the dark. Sky seemed to be nervous. I took her hand and tried to give her a quick, comforting squeeze. This game was easy... for now. Who knows what kind of threats could be waiting for us in the other side of this jungle.

Honestly, it kind of reminded me of my dad's favorite saga, The Hunger Games. Specifically, the third quarter quell's arena. The whole concept of the different zones, each one with a different threat... there's no way to convince me they didn't get the inspiration from there.

I had to talk to someone. Sky will kill me if I walk out of here without a friend. And I know my best friend can look so cute and calm always, but you haven't seen her when she's determined to something. That girl is able to convince a mountain of moving out of pure willpower. It scares me sometimes.

But who can I talk to? I don't know nobody in here...

Focus on the game, Hendricks. Win it first, friends later.

Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arc Power: 6 | Accuracy: 8

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| Location: Castelobruxo | Date: June 26th, 2026 | Word count: 415 |
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“Oi!” Frederick exclaimed as he felt Rosaline tap him on the shoulder, immediately turning with a grin. The gesture had caught him off guard, but it would take more than that to truly startle him. “I’m sure I am,” he replied, giving her and Leo, standing beside her, a playful wink. Deep down, little Buckley wasn't quite as confident about venturing into an unfamiliar Amazonian rainforest as he let on. But he had courage, and with his friends by his side, that was enough.

Whether it was fate having a laugh or not, something soon appeared that genuinely frightened Frederick. The moment he and his team advanced into the second zone of the field, a clearing that opened onto a beautiful river fed by a roaring waterfall, he saw the enormous snake rushing straight toward them. Instinctively, without a second thought, Buckley tried to dodge through the water, but it was no use. First, he watched the anaconda coil itself around Rosaline. A heartbeat later, it wrapped itself around him as well. The situation might have been comical, perhaps even awkward, given how close he suddenly was to his friend, if it hadn't been so dangerous. Frederick found himself pressed tightly against Rosa, their faces only inches apart as the snake's crushing coils squeezed the air from both of them.

He heard someone calling out to them, he thought it was Erast, but he couldn't turn to see anything beyond what was directly in front of him. Fred could see the fear in Rosa's eyes, a reflection, no doubt, of the look on his own face. But he also saw that she refused to let panic take over. Just like her, he fought back against his fear, struggling against the snake in an attempt to free them. “Rosa, where's this snake's head? Let's hit it with a spell!” He tried in vain to raise the wand he still gripped tightly in his hand, only to realize that almost every movement was restricted by the creature's powerful coils.

Deep down, as terrible as becoming an anaconda's prey was, Frederick found himself oddly grateful that, of everyone there, he'd ended up trapped with Rosaline. Her presence had always put him at ease, from the ordinary days at Hogwarts to encouraging each other on the Quidditch pitch, and this moment was no different. Fred wasn't about to let Rosa, or his team, down. The second he could move again, he'd break free and get back into the game.

| Interacting with: @Rosaline Everhart |─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
| Stats: Sta-8 ⁞ Eva-6 ⁞ Str-4 ⁞ Wis-5 ⁞ Arc-4 ⁞ Acc-8 |
| Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers ⁞ +10% auto-dodge chance |

E L L A I N E ‎ ‎ W E A T H E R B Y
| sta. 05 | eva. 07 | str. 04 | wis. 08 | arc. 07 | acc. 06 |
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26^th June 2026x
The Jungle Arena, Castelobruxox

xxxAs the terrain blossomed back into an expanse of lush greeneries and crooked trees, Ellaine trailed somewhere in the middle of the group. During their bout of planning, a collective agreement had been made. The decision to return to the third zone, while she could understand its practicality, did not contribute much to her ease. Everywhere she looked, it seemed, contained something or the other that was bound to block her view from an ambush.

The knowledge that at any time, anything could burst out between the thick and intertwining branches… It did nothing to settle her mind, and thus she spent the entire walk warily eyeing the trees around, looking away every now and then, shielding her eyes from the sun’s glare that reached her through the gaps of the canopies above. With nothing else to do, she eventually settled on her old hobby; that is, people-watching, with a good dose of eavesdropping into the mix.

Some ways ahead of her, Ellaine was treated to the curious sight of the black-haired boy – a Ravenclaw by the name of Damien, she believed – leading… Artie by his hand around. They were approaching the American student from Ilvermorny… a Lachlan. It was odd; in that she’d never actually seen boys of her age acting with such familiarity together, and she was quite— fascinated. They looked quite lovely together. Of course, she kept that thought to herself. They seemed to be enjoying this walk enough, if their expressions are to be taken.

Paul, good-natured optimist he is, introduced himself to them. Amusement glittered in her eyes – she’d never understand how boys seemed to instantly bond over sports, but it did not trouble her much. A restlessness buzzed at the end of her fingertips, and she needed something to keep her still.

Naturally, Ellaine walked just a little bit closer towards Skylar, who’d been walking alongside Mikaela – a fellow first-year, if she understood correctly. If Paul was anything like her father or her brother, they were going to be talking a long while… or not. Who knew— maybe a giant snake-spider would jumpscare them.

["Well, isn't this a jolly place? We'll be fine."]

“I mean— as long as nothing falls out of the sky…”

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| actions. as strategised. |
| mentions. @Skylar Blue, and fellow suriname grasshopper teammates. |
| notes. |

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Wiping at his brow to alleviate some of the sweat, the boy moved away from the other group of his teammates, mostly girls, he noted, and vaguely weaved through the trees, searching about. He thought to himself more about the potential creatures the tropical rainforest had. Could some of them be magical? ... That's a scary thought. I wouldn't even know where to begin with that. Words flittered about in his brain, and he heard briefly the blue haired girl talking nearby.

No matter now- this was serious business. This capture the flag game had to be won. He couldn't do it himself, he realized, watching the rather rugged British boy chattering and dragging along the brighter haired brit, weaving around in the forest. He would've lost sight of them if he hadn't been careful, watching as they approached the other boy that had spoken. He eyed them, wondering when would be the right time to barge in to the conversation. Boys were much easier to talk to than girls. He wasn't as scared of messing up or saying the wrong thing. It was rather silly, he noted, it wasn't like he had a crush on any girl in particular. He shook his head, screeches of tropical birds bringing him back to what was happening.

"... team won the hockey games during the international magical Olypmics?" The words snaked around the trees, and Percy perked up as he heard them. Oh my God- Another hockey player! He literally jumped, making his way across roots and trees that grew between them. Now more than ever was the time to speak to his other teammates. If there had been any fear, it was all drowned out by the addictive love for Hockey Percy Todd Duplenticy held in his heart. He cleared his throat, brushing some of the hair that had fallen into his eyes aside as he strode up to where they had been standing.

"I can't lie, I was totally eavesdropping. Lachlan- You play Hockey? And you're American? How have we never met?" Percy Todd's eyes were wide. He didn't think any of the wizards in America knew what Hockey were. They were all busy talking about Summoner's Court and that janky Quidditch- but never Hockey. He put so much emphasis and emotion into it, he felt super excited. The most excited he had felt since arriving in South America, honestly.

"You're Artie?" He pointed at the blonde. "That's such a cool name- I've only ever heard it in a TV show." He noted, grinning. The energy he felt standing around these boys was energetic. He didn't even consider how bold he was being, rather glad he had something in common with people who felt too out of his league. He bobbled on the toes of his shoes, ingoring the sweltering heat for a moment.

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