Battle Royale Quidditch Match

Open To Interactions
Interacting: Nikita Lebedev @Paige Grant | Madhup Hexum@Pericles Dralt | Gregorí Erkens@Ginerva Tsuchiya
Mentioning: Cassie Heather@Lucia Fox | @Scarlett Aden | Arjan Oberoi@Serena Towers
Russian |French |English

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentioning: Griseldis Edelhardt
Hex Color: #800000

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The game was afoot.

Rafael reveled in the feeling of wind rushing through his hair as he zipped through the summer sky, vigilant eyes trained on the object of his avid most obsession. The Quaffle looked fair as ever, a beautiful visage if he’d ever seen one – he could do nothing to stop the eager twitching of his fingers as he anticipated the inevitable proximity to the ball. And it came, soon enough. A whistle of the wind would mark a successful snatching of the leather prize, the smirk on the Captain’s face the punctuation of his hard-earned statement. This game was only a refresher, a warm-up for the season to come, and he wanted everyone to recognize that.

Such a statement would be more difficult than he’d initially thought, however. A quick glance to the right quickly alerted the young man to the sudden and unexpected dismounting of the Gryffindors’ main beater. Gris – he hadn’t been prepared to see her go so soon. It sparked a sense of anger within his chest, along with a feeling somewhat akin to unease… no, no such feelings were allowed on the field. Surely they could make up for the breach in their ranks with more fervent playing?

Taking a deep breath, the Captain dove further into the fray, eager to avenge his fallen teammate.

Action • Doing As Strategized

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Everyone was playing so quickly, all at the same time, that anyone but a Quidditch player would have difficulty comprehending the events going down. Thankfully, Scarlett was a Quidditch player, as was everyone else on the pitch. As soon as she kicked off the ground, she felt the familiar rush of air and excitement that came with playing. She almost forgot she was in a high-stakes, three-way game with beefy opponents ready to knock her to the ground at the slightest opportunity. Almost.

She sprung immediately into action, snatching a nearby Bludger and sending it pummelling in the direction of some random dude, hoping to get as many people knocked out as she had in previous games. With a quick glance and a thumbs up at Gris, who was holding her own against the rippling muscles - eurgh - of the other teams, Scarlett turned and prepared for another attack-

WHAM.

Someone - Scarlett couldn't tell who - had blatched Gris with a Parkin's Pincer. The two she could see assisting the dirty worm who had tried to make a foul against Gris were...Charles and Durmstrang Girl? Scarlett gaped. Alluring was meant to be her friend! Alluring was meant to be on her side! And now he was helping some person to knock Gris off her broom. Well. Scarlett made a steely resolve never to accept his friendship again, and flew towards Gris, intending to help her take down the disgusting cheaters when she saw-

Gris was falling? But Gris didn't fall. She was tough. Strong. A star Beater. And Scarlett's partner. She couldn't just fall-

Yet one blow came after the other, and just as Scarlett's anger settled in, a Bludger slammed into her side. It was unlike any Bludger she had ever experienced before - excruciatingly painful and then-

Nothing. The last thing Scarlett saw was darkness, and Anastasia Beckett's stupid face. She thought that was it. That was over. Her first game against the other schools and she was out in a few seconds. That would've been preferable but nooo. Of course Scarlett had to wake up in excruciating pain sharing a broomstick with Anastasia freaking Beckett. Of all people! Unconsciousness would've been preferable to this.

Scarlett was half tempted to shove Anastasia off the broom and claim the Silver Arrow for herself, but she resisted. Gris was out, and Scarlett needed to do whatever she could to avenge her Beater partner, even if it meant suffering through massive, welling bruises and sharing a broomstick with her mortal enemy.

"You are a disgusting bitch and I hate you," said Scarlett, keeping her eyes off Anastasia and on the action. "But I hate the other teams more, so hurry up. We have a game to win."

Action Doing as strategized DIE ANA DIE
Broom Nimbus 1500

Reducio

In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself).

Abilities Prodigal Charms Leaner, Fearless
Stats Stamina 8 | Evasion 7 | Strength 8 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 9 | Accuracy 12

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Who knew a game of quidditch could become so violent so quickly? Anastasia looked around her not only to search for her golden goal but also to take a look at the other teams and what was going on. Her jaw dropped when she saw one of the Hogwarts beaters fall off their broom onto the ground. Another one of them, the red hair seemed to have fallen too, however good for her she was grabbed by one of her team chasers. Anastasia would remain calm as long as her team was not to be harmed, of course. Looking at the goalposts where Luka was saving, Anastasia was happy to see that her team Keeper was doing a great job. However, a small look of disappointment crossed her face as one of the Gryffindor chasers seemed to have made a goal and scored some points for their team. Cursing, the Russian girl remembered that this was only the start.

Doing as strategised

Reducio

Abilities: Lovely Creature, Fearless
stamina 8 evasion 9 strength 2 wisdom 10 arcane power 3 accuracy 8

Lucietta felt some kind of disappointment rising within herself. Sure, nothing could have been guaranteed by the first round, but that was usually the point when you wanted to gain the upper hand. She hadn't managed to obtain the Quaffle at all, but with a curious look towards her fellow Chaser, neither had she. She appeared to unmoving, and Lucietta wondered what was going on. The Gryffindor chasers had also scored some of their own goals. Bludgers had been flying around, and Lucietta hadn't been able to keep track of them. She took a deep breath, remembered that she had to stay calm.

as strategised

English #26687E • French #72267E

Yup, it had happened again.

The moment Cassie took to the air, she was lost in the joy of flying. The sight of the grass far below her, the sound of the cheering crowd, the smell of her new broomstick, the taste of the wind as it rushed up her nose, the feel of her cape flying behind her... it all added up to pure elation at the simple act of being in the sky.

She turned, savouring the thrill of it, looking around for her seeker and captain. That was one of the reasons she preferred broom racing to quidditch, actually - the fact that you had to obey a captain. Cassie had never done well buckling under leadership, but Anastasia (or Stacey, or even Stace, as Cassie had inwardly christened her upon deciding that four syllables was far too much to say in one breath) didn't seem too bad. Plus, she probably deserved some kind of positive right now, after Hogsmeade.

Once the beater had found her, she flew over and began circling the Koldovstoretz girl, holding her bat aloft. Much as Cassie didn't want to admit it, Anastasia was probably the most important person in the team right now. "FOUND ANYTHING, STACE?" she shouted across, using the nickname for the first time.

Then she suddenly noticed a tumble of red hair falling through the sky. "OH MY- SCARLETT?!" she called out, before suddenly remembering that Miss Aden was her opponent. Anyway, she seemed to have been caught by someone else on her team, so no lasting damage done. "IF YOU'RE GONNA FALL OFF, PLEASE DO, BUT PREFERABLY DO IT CLOSER TO THE GROUND SO YOU DON'T BREAK YOUR NECK ON THE WAY DOWN."

[ sixth sense • fearless • sta 9 (10) • eva 6 • str 8 • wis 7 • arc 4 • acc 7 (8) • shooting star (+1 to acc and stam)]

Viola did the only thing she could do on the bench. She watched.

She watched the two quaffles be snatched by two players, both decidedly not from her team. She watched them both score. She watched. She watched Hogwarts gain another 10 points. She watched the other team- named Hydra, if her memory wasn't failing her- attempting a more aggressive strategy, and watched the events that followed. A foul, and a knockout. Ouch. She saw a girl knocked off of her broom, joining a teammate on hers instead, and hummed. It was early in the game, but an event as such set the tone for a very excitable game. Merlin knew it was what everyone needed after the recent events.

She sighed as the game continued on. Hogwarts had 2o points, her team had none, and she still wasn't riding her broom. She didn't mind playing chaser instead of her usual keeper role, but playing second string instead of first was the worst. It was only that she was mature enough to control herself that her sigh did not develop into a childish groan of boredom.

POSTS: [x] [x]
HEALTH: 500/500

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Niklaus watched, gasping slightly as everything happened in the game. It happened so quickly, that he thought he'd miss it if he blinked. He was sitting on the bench now, staring towards the sky, watching his classmates mostly. He didn't want them to get hurt, not like the others. Niklaus sighed and shifted to get more comfortable. As much as he wanted to play, he hoped his classmate stayed in the game.
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Action: benched

Somehow, in a three way quidditch match against multiple other schools with multiple great players, they were winning. Hogwarts—or more specifically Gia's house of Gryffindor—was in the lead. Sure, it was a rather small lead, only twenty points, but it was a lead nonetheless, and the action was slowly helping to take the girl's mind off 'the incident' from a little while ago, which was definitely a plus.

But although they were winning, many things about the game hadn't gone so well. Griseldis Edelhardt was completely out the game, having fallen from her broom in a manner that reminded Gia of her own fall months back during the quidditch scrimmage she had played seeker for. Wincing slightly when the older girl hit the ground with a thud, Gia hoped she would be alright.

Two of their other players had been injured too. Scarlett had been hit and had fallen, but had luckily been saved by no one other than Ana. Both were friends of Gia's, but clearly were not friends of each others, something made obvious by Scarlett's shouted words. And... Gia was unable to help a small giggle from escaping her mouth at what the redhead had said.

Decipio, another person Gia knew a little better on the Gryffindor team, had also been hit. Luckily, she had stayed on her broom. Hopefully she wouldn't fall or get hit again... but Gia readied herself just in case, because if Decipio did fall, then Gia herself would have to jump into the game to replace her.

C'mon... she thought to herself. We can do this!

Action: Benched

Position: Second-string seeker
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Stats: Stamina 8 (11) | Evasion 7 (10) | Strength 4 (7) | Wisdom 7 (10) | Arcane Power 8 (11) | Accuracy 6 (9)
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers

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Interacting With: Open to interactions
Mentioning: @Scarlett Aden
Hex Color: #0080FF
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For Moderation:

Position: First String Chaser/Beater (sharing with Scarlett)
Action: Do as strategized
Health: 800/800
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: | Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence | Evasive Maneuvers |
Stats: Stamina 5 (8) | Evasion 14 (17) | Strength 5 (8) | Wisdom 9 (12) | Arcane Power 10 (13) | Accuracy 10 (13)

The blood bath began immediately. People were plummeting to the ground and Ana flew into action. Both of their beaters were unseated and Ana's heart lept to her throat. They had done that to other teams in their season but it was terrifying to have it done to them. Without beaters, they didn't have a legal way to eliminate other players and they only had one second-string beater. Her vision tunneled and she dove after one of them, not caring which. She knew she could save one and that if she took the time to discern which, she'd lose the chance.

She wished she would have waited because she caught Scarlet and every fiber of her being was desperate to shove her off. Or leap off herself. Anything to get away from her. Still, Ana was focused and Scarlett wouldn't deter her. "Oh, for fuck's sake, be a professional for once in your pathetic life. Your moronic existence does not supersede Quidditch under any circumstances so shut up and do your job. And try and not to fall again."