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Louca entered shortly after Astrid, Miles, Stephen and Jamie, aware that something was wrong, considering the harsh sounding words that Miles and the rest were using. Entering carefully so as to make sure that he wasn't about to get hit or soaked with something, Louca looked around, whistling. "Well that's not nice, not nice at all." Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked around at the variety of Durmstrang flags hanging around the whole tent. This might take a while to clean. He didn't particularly care to sleep on the opponent's colors, so it would need to be done before bed. Or at least the bunks as he was quite sure none of his teammates would want to sleep under their colors either.

Brushing aside some stray glitter that had fallen on his shoe and pant legs, he looked around, spying an off-color white something sitting in the open, obvious among all the red. Moving carefully through the flags, stomping on them just that little bit harder, he came across a note. Half hearing Miles and Stephen, he distractedly said "Be there in a minute. I don't have any supplies though!"

Reading the note carefully, he smirked. At least he knew one of the perpetrators of this little chaos. Grabbing an armful of flags, he headed in Jamie's direction, loudly saying "Look what I found!"

His mouth dropped open as a bludger soared from somewhere. He definitely had not expected to see that outside the quidditch field. "Woah, I'm out!" Scurrying out of the tent, he looked around and found Miles and Stephen not too far away. Dumping the flags on the blaze carelessly, he clutched the piece of parchment in his hand. "Here! Check this out! We've got one person to get revenge on at least."
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Action: Levitating items to the ceiling
Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Fearless, Rapid Reviver

Bubba decided to retire to his bunk for a little quiet time. It had been a long day and he was just going to relax with quiet little rack time, maybe have a quick nap, and then be re-energized. Or not. It appeared as though the Durmstrang homies had figured out who had accessorized their tent and elected to return the favor. Miles and a couple of other people were already there and it was... certainly different. "What in the wide world of sports is going on here?" was all he could think to say. Someone had taken his own stuffed party parrot and made it substantially bigger, placing it on the floor.

His attention was next drawn to the... there was no other word for it... shrine... in the middle of their tent. Among other things, he spotted something of his. The model car his mother had given him for Christmas the last Christmas they'd had together. It had been positively vandalized. It was now bright pink with the number 19 on it. Bubba searched his memory for what the significance was. He couldn't currently place it but he was sure it was important. He tried to think of who would specifically target him because this seemed a bit more personal to him. He remembered something about Greta playing quidditch from the big barbeque. Was 19 her number? He would have to find out. He was more concerned because this had to have meant that she'd discovered his secret. He wasn't sure how he would face her the next time he saw her.

He was then distracted by very angry noises from elsewhere in the tent. Bubba had been in his own little word trying to determine who'd defaced his model but the word "motherfucker" snapped him out of it pretty quick. Now there were more angry noises coming from Astrid - hey wasn't she from Durmstrang? Was she in on it? Well, clearly not anymore as she appeared to be grabbing her stuff and storming out. Good riddance to bad rubbish as far as he was concerned.

Bubba saw Miles and everyone else leaving with the Durmstrang flags. He put the model back in his trunk, he'd figure out how to set it right later. He set back out of the tent and over to the impromptu bonfire Miles had started. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

Interacting: N/A [/mention] Mentioning: N/A

EmmaLee trailed in behind Bubba and surveyed the... well... quite literal damage done to their tent. A shrine of not only Conspira-sea's things, but the Horde's things was erected in the middle of their tent, the Horde had blown Bubbas stuffed parrot to an unholy, tent-encompassing size, and every one of their mattresses except for Miles' and Astrid's had been removed to Merlin knows where and Miles'.....was....moving?

EmmaLee raised an eyebrow curiously as the sheets wiggled and bulged. Was his bed this well made when they had left? Clearly it had been remade and dragged to the floor. She pulled her long white hair into one pony tail as she crept over to inspect the scene. All around her was a flurry of noise as her tentmates gathered decorations and headed out to burn them. Burning was a good idea. She would probably join them the second she solved this mystery, as no mystery could wait when EmmaLee was around.

She caught a glance of Astrid gathering all of her stuff, or as much as she could carry, and heading out as well. Presumably towards the Horde's tent. It was too clear that the Horde had not only ignored her bunk, but had favored it with a protective barrier and treats. Admittedly, EmmaLee had missed Miles' anger towards the other girl, so it seemed to EmmaLee that Astrid left just because she didn't like them and didn't want to be here anyway. Well good riddance, then. She could go. Especially since her Horde had missed one of the main rules of pranking: Friends, of course, got it just as bad. What was the point in it if you couldn't have fun against your friends.

The Honrntail Horde had gone too far. Treated them like enemies. The redecorating and glitter retaliation was a good prank. The attempted scavenger hunt of their stuff, fine. EmmaLee had left all of her treasured things at home specifically because of this kind of mischief. The bludger that she had to dodge as she reached for the edge of Miles' sheets was not ok. As she had said before, pranks were not supposed to be dangerous. The bludger was clearly dangerous. Also the destruction of their stuff was out of line. EmmaLee frowned deeper. The Horde was taking this too seriously. They were clearly out for blood in reaction to a little glitter and glue.

Finally, EmmaLee pulled back the sheets and was met with an eruption of spiders, immediately ready to be set free by her removal of their solid net. She let out a loud, high scream "MILES!" (not out of fear but out of surprise) and flung herself back, spider covered arm first, into the Durmstrang shrine.

A loud crash sounded throughout the tent as the shrine crumbled down around the small, pale girl. The various items left on the shrine flew up into the air. L'isola del Tesoro (The Italian Treasure Island) and the glass chess piece landed heavily upon her head, clump, clunk, tumbling down comically until they, the lighter, the various forest pieces, and the guyliner landed on her shoulders and lap. The red painted knife then landed with a thunk unceremoniously into the floor next to her leg. She let out another yell as the white of her leg burst with red that was definitely not paint and she gripped it hard, reeling back from the offending blade and causing more things to clatter down around her.

EmmaLee bit her lip hard as it wobbled, tears threatening to escape her water filled blue eyes as she gripped her bleeding leg and sat among the wreckage. She shook her arm free of the spiders, although that did little to really get them off as they poured from Miles' mattress and were now crawling all over the ruined shrine and spreading throughout the tent. "Aidez-moi!" Help me! She wailed, finally, great tears spilling down as a purple bump grew under her snowy tresses. "Help!"

Ilvermorny | Second Year | Thunderbird

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The bonfire had grown into a roaring blaze. Jamie watched the Durmstrang flags burn, all while blood was still steadily dripping down his chin. This felt kind of satisfying, but he was looking forward to his team's retaliation against the Horntails. His mind was already buzzing with possible plans.

Jello? No, too basic. Maybe the good old stink bomb thing--

"Aidez-moi!
Jamie looked up. "Was that French?" He didn't understand a lick of the language, but it sounded as if someone needed--
"Help!"

Yep, there was no doubt about it; someone was in trouble! Jamie dumped the last of his flags onto the fire and began running back towards the tent. "Be right back, guys!" he called over his shoulder.
As he burst through the tent flap, the first thing he noticed was the spiders.

The creepy crawlies were everywhere, hanging from the ceiling, skittering up the walls...
"Okay, I gotta hand this one to them. Spiders are always a nice touch," Jamie remarked. He flicked a particularly huge spider off his arm, and shook another off of his shoe as he ventured further in.

Finally, he spotted someone laying among the wreckage of the former shrine.
"French girl?" The girl with the ice blonde hair and doll-like appearance was curled up, surrounded by the fallen shrine items. Jamie knelt down and shooed away the masses of arachnids. They seemed to be the thickest here. No way... did the Durmstrang guys put them in Miles's bed?

Jamie stifled a giggle. Now isn't the time, Ziegler! He moved a bit closer to inspect the girl, brushing a few spiders off of her as he did.
"Hey, you good?" he asked, brushing a few spiders off of her. Then his eyes widened. "Oh shit-- You're bleeding!"
Jamie grit his teeth. Now two people had gotten hurt! Oh, those Horntails were gonna pay. This wasn't Prank Wars anymore-- just simply war.

The redhead sprang into action. He turned around and presented his back to the girl."M'lady," he quipped, snickering at his own joke. "Here, you can ride on my back. Keep your leg from getting more hurt."
If the girl accepted, Jamie would carefully exit the tent, settling into a jog as they headed back towards the bonfire.

"Good thing I was there to save you, huh? I guess we both were the casualties of today's battle."
He felt strangely giddy, riding the high of being someone's knight in shining armor.
Or maybe it was because of something else.
Jamie's speech slowed as the edges of his vision began to grow blurry. His nose and head were throbbing, and as they neared the others, the ground felt like it was dipping beneath his feet.

He stopped short at the edge of the bonfire circle, and set down the girl as carefully as he could. "Guys," he slurred, "I think-- I think I'm bleeding out..."
Then his knees buckled from under him and he keeled over onto the grass.

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@EmmaLee LeDames | @Simon Kincaid | @Emma Wynn | @Bubba McGarry | @AngelFyre McCubbin

Stephen stopped when he heard Jamie calling out to him and Miles. Something sounded different though. There was an urgency in his voice. The bonfire had not yet started so Stephen could not see Jamie's face and did not know he had been injured.

"Jamie! We are over here, man. You good? Everything alright?" And from behind him, Stephen was suddenly aware that the bonfire had been started as an aura of orange, yellow, and red started flickering, casting long shadows into the darkness. Jamie had not answered whether he was okay or not, but Stephen figured he must be as he was now powwowing with Louca. It looked like Louca was holding a parchment in his hand. Stephen hoped it wasn't something that had been special to him but was now ruined.

After he piled the marshmallows and some sticks near the fire ring of stone, he, too, dumped an armful of the Durmstrang flags onto the flames. That caused them to whoosh and launch yellowish white embers even farther into the sky. Soon thereafter, Jamie dumped his, too. Then he took off again in the direction of the tent.

Bubba had now joined them. He looked distracted, but not nearly as angry or annoyed as Stephen would have expected. Stephen was quiet as he got lost in his own thoughts while being transfixed by the flames. What exactly was the major malfunction with those Durmstrang students anyway? Overreacting to everything seemed to be their default position. First the capsizing of boats in the spring and now this. Proportionate responses did not seem to be a concept they were familiar with at all. Looking over at Miles, he said, "You know, Miles, this may be a blessing in disguise. Gives you a bit of insight into their collective psyche and might be something you can use to your advantage in the Hexwizard tournament. No more need be said out in the open, but think on it."

Stephen looked around again. Only the boys were present. "Hey, did anyone see any of the Conspira-sea girls? You know, the ones who weren't traitors?" He was just about to head back to the tent to let anyone there know where to come, when Jamie came running over with EmmaLee on his back, sputtering something about "bleeding out" before passing out on the grass.

Stephen ran over to him and saw that Jamie's nose looked like it was broken and was gushing a waterfall of crimson blood. "Miles, if you know the bandaging spell, we could sure use it right now. Otherwise we need to get Jamie to the hospital tent ASAP."

Looking over at EmmaLee with concern in his eyes and a firepit of anger threatening to surface, Stephen volleyed a quick succession of questions at her. "What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt, too, EmmaLee? Is there anyone else back there who needs help?"

He had no idea what had happened to his friends, but he was pretty certain Durmstrang was behind it. He was also pretty certain there would be a day of reckoning.


@Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher @Bubba McGarry @EmmaLee LeDames @Emma Wynn as Louca Dufort @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @Emma Bennett @Ramzy Rossi @Lillian Ward
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Sta 6 | Eva 5 | Str 8 | Wis 8 | Arc 4 | Acc 4

EmmaLee's head swam as someone entered the tent following her call for help, partially from her head injury and partially from the fact that all of her blood must be rushing from her face to her wound. She gripped her leg and futilely looked around for something to halt the bleeding as a curly red head entered her view. It was....um....one of the Ilvermorny boys... J-Jamie. Yes, Jamie. His face became clearer the closer he got and she chuckled a little when her called her 'French girl.'

"EmmaLee." She corrected, reaching up and putting a hand on his cheek, gingerly turning has face from side to side to inspect his nose. "You are injured, too. By the bludger?" She asked, but she was too dazed to listen to the answer. Her vision got more wavy and her head hurt more the longer she sat there. She shook her head weakly when he asked if she was ok, then nodded as he turned around and offered to carry her to...to where? ....the hospital tent? That would be the logical place. She gingerly climbed onto the older boy's back, wincing as she had to move her thigh to do so. The wound was not critical, but it wasn't a light scrape either.

"Merci."Thank you. She whispered, putting her thin arms around his shoulders carefully so she didn't choke him, resting her head on top of his fluffy hair, and closing her eyes against the wavering background around them. It felt like she was holding up a mountain. English was too hard. He would get it. She weakly shook off a few more spiders from her arms as they exited the tent and headed towards the roaring fire made by the Durmstrang flags.

She chuckled a little in odd delirium when Jamie made a joke about casualties as they approached the fire. Then as Jamie fell to his knees at the top of the hill, EmmaLee shifted oddly and whined in pain as, of course, he took her down with him and caused her to roll off of his back and onto the grass herself. She put her hand back to his face as he passed out and said an "Oh no no no" as someone rushed over asking way too many questions for her to comprehend.

The pink tone of her face was surely turning grey as she looked up and made out Stephen's face leaning over them to ask his barrage of questions. "Um.... No.... Juste moi Just me.....There were....Spiders for Miles..." She said this in a way that made it hard to tell if she meant the boy or the physical distance."...castle fell....and....a knife...aaaaaand a bludger for Jamie's face." She said, a little incoherently, definitely incoherently, as she rubbed her slender thumb over Jamie's cheek.

The younger girl then grasped down at her bloody leg and rolled to her side as if to try and show Stephen the wound. Several little red rivers had made their way all the way down to her ankle and over the side of her snowy thigh like Niagara Falls in winter and the hem of her dress was soaked a weird purple-y black color. The gash did seem to already be clotting at the edges and hadn't opened anything major, but it was definitely deep enough to be a problem.

She looked up at Stephen and then tipped her head back to look at the others gathered around the bonfire, although they were just blurry shadows to her vision right now. "Should probably.....call an adult...." She muttered. Her head hurt so much. Maybe she should just sleep, too. She blinked bleary eyes a couple of times, trying to stay awake and tried to focus on making Stephen's face clearer.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're safe. Jamie saw to that. We're going to get you both some help right now," he said in as soothing a manner as possible. "Hey! Hey! Stay with me, EmmaLee. Keep those large, pretty eyes open, okay. No going to sleep on me, now. Will damage my ego and make me think you find my sparkling conversational skills less than dazzling," and he smiled down at her as he bent over to scoop her up. "I'm going to pick you up now and it may hurt a bit. Sorry, but I'll be as gentle as possible. Promise."

When he had her up and off the ground, he walked over and handed her over to Bubba gently. "Hey, man. Will you get her to the hospital tent? Try to keep her awake. Ask her anything just to keep her talking. She may have a concussion." And when the passoff happened, Stephen ran back over to the still unconscious Jamie while speaking loudly over his shoulder. "I will get Jamie and will be right behind you, Bubba."

As he grabbed Jamie up, he was relieved to see that the bleeding from his nose seemed to have stemmed. Looking over to Miles and Louca he said, "EmmaLee mentioned a bludger. Those idiots left a bludger in our tent! Since you two are our only conscious quidditch players, it makes sense to have you deal with that. We also need to make certain Emma, Ramzy, and Lillian are not hurt in there somewhere."

And not hanging around to hear what they would say or do, Stephen was good to his word and headed off to the hospital tent with the unconscious redheaded hero in his arms. He was concerned about him, of course, but knew magic would set Jamie... and EmmaLee... to rights soon enough. Seeing the hospital tent just ahead, Stephen looked down at his friend and told him, "We're almost there. You did good, Jamie. You really did. You saved the girl, man. But when you speak of this later, and we ALL know you will, try not to be your normal, humble self. Brag a little," he chuckled. "It may be warranted this one time."



@Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher @Bubba McGarry @EmmaLee LeDames @Emma Wynn as Louca Dufort @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @Emma Bennett @Ramzy Rossi @Lillian Ward
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Moderation

New Round

Gameplay:

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• There will be the Perpetrator Phase and Victim phase for each round
• At the start of each round, one team will be designated the ‘Perpetrators’. Their job is to plot and prank the other tent/group. The Perpetrators will have one week to post any plotting and attempted pranks before there will be a Moderation post. This Moderation will roll to see the successes and failures of your pranks and stealth. (You don’t want to be found out!)
• Each member of the Perpetrators can either do an individual prank or work with teammates for larger pranks to improve the success rate and scale of the prank.
• The other group/tent will be designated as ‘The Victims’ of that round. After the moderation, the Victim team can react to the successful or failed pranks against them and begin plotting their own revenge. This Victim Phase will also receive one week.
• Once the Victim Phase ends, the team roles will swap and a new round will begin. So if Team A is the Perpetrator in Round One, Team A will be the Victims in Round Two.
• If supplies are needed for certain pranks, the Groundskeeper is happy to provide them with no questions asked for they are a strong supporter of creative expression.

Warring Teams:

Team 7:

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Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood), Greta Fransson (@Evelynn Decipio), Mikael Halldorson (@Percival Rainwood), Johannes Sauer (@Astrea S Neptune), Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight), Romeo Marchonne (@Pierre Marchonne), Cielle Johanses (@Ivy Bellamy), Valentin Schnell (@Aida MA Ellwood), and Lysander Stavrou (@Phaedra Stavrou)

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Team 8

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@EmmaLee LeDames, Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid), Stephen Schwartz (@AngelFyre McCubbin), Louca Dufort (@Emma Wynn), Jamie Ziegler (@Gemima Sable), @Lillian Ward, @Emma Bennett, @Bubba McGarry, Astrid Olsen (@Anastasia Varney), @Ramzy Rossi

Round 3: Perpetrator Phase

Team 8...It is time for your revenge. Go forth little demons! It is up to you if you wish to have a final retaliation or just find peace with your enemies.

In this Perpetrator Phase, the designated Perpetrators of the round will be given an OC week to plot, plan and attempt to unleash pranks on the other team.

Perpetrators: Teams 8

• At the end of the week, moderation rolls will be done to determine the success and failures of the pranks. Failing might be just as entertaining as succeeding...
• Each Perpetrator will be allowed to take 1 action in this phase. The action can either be a specific prank that they are trying to pull or designating that they are assisting another one of the perpetrators with their prank for a higher success rate.
• If your action is an attempted prank, you must also designate either an individual target or the whole victim team. Attempting to prank the entire team with one prank will have very high difficulty.
• Perpetrators can post multiple times in the phase (for IC discussion/strategy) if desired but only their final post's action will be considered.
• Be creative but realistic with what your pranks are. Chaos and mischief are highly encouraged!

Victims: Team 7

• During the Perpetrator Phase, no action is required by the victims. You are simply the targets of their wrath!
• Once the moderation has been posted, then the Phase will shift, and your characters can react to the successful and failed pranks to begin plotting revenge.

Rules is Rules:

- As always, site rules and ratings will apply and clothing will be required at all times. Stats will also be required for the moderations, so make sure your trunk is up to date!…
- Please have your character stats listed either at the top or bottom of your posts for ease of moderation.
- The Moderation of this Phase will take place OCC in a week.
- The Groundskeeper wants plausible deniability. So if anyone asks...He did not supply you heathens with tools... Even if he did...
- Have fun, make friends, defeat rivals, and be pirates...

Bubba had split off from the group for his latest bit of pranking. Things had been escalating in a way he wasn't quite comfortable with and he was a bit concerned things might go too far soon. They had had a bit of fun, he'd left his little message for Greta. Then, if he was being honest, he felt things had gotten a bit excessive. The glitter and making things float had been fun. The flags Durmstrang had retaliated with were tacky but really no big deal. The way people had been treating Astrid because of how the Durmstrangs had decorated her area had been downright nasty. He had been a bit suspicious of her just because he'd assumed she would talk to them, but it was all just for a bit of fun, they really needed to relax. Some of the things they'd said to her before she left were just downright cruel. Then, to top it all off, Miles had gathered all the flags and burned them in a big pile. Bubba had been entertained and watched, but again, bit excessive, and he bet if they'd been burning Hogwarts flags every Hogwarts student would've been pretty pissed off.

The private prank war between Bubba and Greta had been much more fun. It had been escalating but not too much, just a cute little game between them. Bubba was having quite a bit of fun with their back and forth and he'd been thinking of what to do next. The rapid growth of his parrot had been funny as hell and he wanted to keep it big, just not quite that big. At this point, it was too massive for him to handle. Still, he thought it could be quite fun to use the parrot in the common room, just randomly placing it behind people to startle them when they turned around. He'd have to find someone to shrink it down a bit for him. He had been a little upset with the fact that she'd vandalized his model car but he realized that to her it probably looked like a cute little toy. Still, it had been the last Christmas gift his mom had given him before she died and it was quite a shock to Greta's "improvements" to it.

Bubba left the bonfire and headed to a relatively public area to check the entrance of the Durmstrang tent, after a few minutes of watching, he felt that it was safe to assume it was empty. Checking to see if anyone was watching, he quickly crept inside. Thankfully, it was deserted. Bubba quickly found his way back to Greta's bunk and checked, the diary was in the same place it had been last time. He opened it to the last page (he wanted to make it clear he hadn't actually read anything) and took a pen out of his pocket - he didn't have time to piss about with a quill - and started to write, "The glitter was a gift, and regifting is so tacky." As he was about to put the pen away he had a small stroke of genius, he quickly added, "P.S. - Can you shrink the parrot to about 1/3 of the size so it's more manageable?"

Once he had done this, he took a small bag of glitter from his pocket and sprinkled it to make a number 19 on the back inside cover, and then made a small glitter broomstick underneath. He hadn't done an amazing job but, at least it was pretty clearly a broomstick. He carefully closed the diary so as to not ruin the glitter message and replaced it, making sure it would be clear to her, but probably not anyone else, that it had been disturbed.

His task complete, Bubba quickly and quietly left the tent and tried to unobtrusively return to the impromptu bonfire. He only would've been gone for about ten minutes.

Interacting: @Evelynn Decipio as Greta Fransson Mentioning: N/A

EmmaLee rubbed her eyes wearily as she left the hospital tent and headed back to the bonfire that her tentmates had made. She had managed to not fully pass out and the nurse had fix her all up right as rain. Magic was a wonderful thing.

She had acquired quite a bump and bruise on her head, but no concussion. She was a little interested in the way the bruise had changed the color of her hair in that spot and took a special wonder in watching it slowly vanish as it heal under the older witch's skillful wand. Another wave of healing charms, some water and soap, and she was good as new except for her ruined dress. She'd probably burn it. All of her previous zeal for this game dissipated like air out of a balloon as she took one last look at Jamie, who would also be ok thanks to magic, and headed out.

At the last second, she passed the bonfire and headed towards the tent to start cleaning things up. She didn't know any spells, but she could retrieve the mattresses from the ground and drag them back to the tent so that the older students could clean and resize them and she could generally clean up the chaos that was now their tent. Someone else would have to get rid of the horde of spiders as well.

With a sigh and a frown, EmmaLee got started dragging dirt off of the poorly buried mattresses in handfuls.