Out Of Range S.W.A.G Closed

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Interacting With: @Alan Vanes
Mentioning: Pierre Marchonne

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[font=Segoe Print]What was with people and casting at Rafael?

Wow, he knew he was good looking, but were people just that desperate to rid such a distracting face from the playing field? Was he just that spectacular at Quidditch, that people were threatened by the mere thought of his greatness? Did people just love him so much, that he had to receive a little bit of love from everyone? Damn these circumstances. He couldn’t help it that he was amazing. It was just something he was born with, in the genetics, the very blood that leaked out of his nose as he laid sprawled out on the grass, light slowly trickling in from his blindfold. Being awesome really hurt sometimes, especially when such things warranted a flippendo from seemingly every freaking player on the field. It just wasn’t fair. This was abuse, and everyone knew it.

[What kind of coward casted at someone wearing a blindfold?]

He could remember the past moments as if they had just occurred – his hands grasped the Rugby Ball, soft leather clutched in his fingertips as a wide grin exploded across his features, taking control of his very livelihood. The success was short-lived. The pain exploded into his side only moments later, warranting a gasp of surprise as he was blasted out of the playing field. A fact that he had no awareness of for the longest time, his ears ringing and insides burning from the sudden and shocking impact of the dirt he had landed on. His vision, once black from the blindfold on his face, was now white, dancing with spots as he’d sucked in a large gulp of air, his lungs working overtime to make up for the difference. “Goddammit, what the h-hell was that?” he groaned, pushing himself off the ground. Damn, the blindfold was still stuck to his face. This game sucked.

"A-are you okay?!"

The voice had intruded his ears in the most satiating way, and for a moment, Rafael’s entire train of thought was put on pause, the boy’s eyes searching vainly for the kind person in question. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he yelled back over, sputtering slightly. “Who’s that? Pierre? Alan?” Before his mind could completely process who’s face such a voice belonged to, a spell was quickly muttered – at the very sound, the Captain’s arm shot up, eyes narrowing defensively. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Who casted at someone on the ground?

It was a moment before the boy’s arm fell down – nothing had happened. A small shot of color coming to his cheeks at such a realization, and for the first time in the entirety of the game, he was glad he couldn’t see, for it would have been absolutely shameful to explain to another player such a reaction. He was a bloody Gryffindor, goddammit, they didn’t flinch! His curiosity was piqued now – he cupped his hands, calling out to the boy across from him. “Sorry to be that guy, mate, but was that supposed to do something?” [/font]

Action • Being a Blind and Useless Vegetable

Mentions » Astrea, Rafael, River, Aurelia

There was nothing like the sensation of winning, the incessant smiling and flashbacks, at least they were felicitous. As much as the thought pleased to Emma, it simply just couldn't be done. The competition was already too far in to alter her strategy. Her mind and heart quarreled with each other, her head pulling her to just obtain her satisfaction and the latter to play the game. Listening to her heart was rare, it had gotten her into trouble many times. The same could be argued with her mind, but it was the side she needed to survive. What on earth did she need feelings and crushes for?

Conflicted between three choices, she strengthened herself for the evasion. Well, attempted evasion. It was no surprise that the girl she formally targeted was out for her, still delivering a smile to her face with fits of giggles and laughter. Watching the flash of light near her, she ducked fast, her knees coming into impacting with the ground and she took the time to catch her breath. With an exhalation, she pushed herself off the ground and prepared her wand. A player had been eliminated, none other than the Gryffindor Captain himself. There was no surprise, nor did she try to pretend. It even gave her a little bit of satisfaction knowing that he was out. Hey, at least he went out with a bang.

In the corner of her eye, she watched waves of red near one of the game's targets. Call it bias or not, but a slight smile met the lips. If anything, she was one of the few people she didn't mind seeing with her the trophy. That probably wasn't how it worked, but bragging rights were just as great. The brunette turned away, ready to fire at anyone other than River and she had found her target.

"Flipendo!" She called out, aiming at a boy who had taken quite the beating. It was wrong to add any more damage, but nearly everyone had turned and fired in her rival's direction, this was simply evening out the battlefield... sorta.

Action » Cast the Knockback Jinx at Pierre

Cast Flipendo at Pericles

Location: Range 1
Interactions: @Xailah Alptraum | Mentioning: @Bridget Collins

Satisfaction coursed through the girl as her spell finally, finally succeeded, flying towards her intended target. Though it drove away the sense of worthlessness and failure, Thora still couldn't help but cringe a bit as she watched the boy fly out of the ring as not one, but two Flipendos hit him. After all, though she had succeeded, she wasn't here to make enemies, or anything of the sort. So, to enjoy final triumph or feel guilt? She wasn't sure.

In her indecision, she froze, wand raised but without target. The snek certainly had lasted a while--for longer than she had in previous games, at least--so she'd might as well attempt to win, but the chances of that were looking slimmer by the minute. Players were still running around and firing spells as fast as before, and it looked like the Quaffle was in Bridget's possession. The rugby ball was without a holder, but no doubt it would be fiercely contested for.

From a competitive standpoint, the obvious action would be to hit the ball-holders, as they'd be the winners if nobody attempted to grab the ball from them. But Bridget was her friend. Friends didn't target friends, did they? More movement caught her eye, and Thora turned to see someone--actually, two people--lunging for the remaining rugby ball. So she'd predicted correctly then.

She hated to hit someone without warning, or without reason other than another elimination, but in S.W.A.G., some things just had to be done. The brunette didn't recall having met either of them, so as for which one to pick, she was unsure. Well, it wasn't like anything was clear in this darkness, anyways.

"Flipendo." This had better work again.

Action -- Cast Knockback Jinx at Xailah

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There was a gap between the pureness of the giggles that forced themselves between gritted teeth, a feeling of unnerved clash of ideas assaulting her every passing second. Her body was screaming at her to give in to the fluttering sensations even as her mind rebelled with equal vigour, a shouting match of tug-of-war between two opposing forces trapped within the same shell. Her spell was uttered clear, the telltale spark of power that rested in her connecting within the willing wand into a bright blue streak of light- that swung straight out and away from her intended target. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance and the young Slytherin had made a vital mistake in leaving herself open.

A sharp strike of pain bloomed at her side and before Astrea knew it she was airborne, the world around her blurring with motion. She hit the grassy floor in a skidding heap, the wind in her lungs knocked clear out in a way that left her crumpled and wide-eyed as panic spread over her like wildfire as she tried to suck in a breath. Nothing happened- what- She couldn't breathe and she could vaguely hear Aurelia's alarm from where she was.

A gasp of air- thank god. Breath rushed back into her like a broken dam and everything seemed to sharpen all at once- the thrill of the hunt swirling together an electrifying mix of adrenaline and competitiveness. Her head snapped back up to check on her teammate, her steadfast position at Aurelia's side lost.

"Get up, Astrea. Watch your back."

"Yes, ma'am-" The curt command made a decade of etiquette kick in with a spring force of the flipendo that had uprooted her earlier and Astrea scrambled upwards to her feet, wand tight in one hand and other splayed upon her chest. Now if Astrea had been raised muggle and hadn't just finished freaking herself out by trying to breathe on a spasming diaphragm, perhaps she would have been more concerned about the stains that were no doubt rubbed wet and green on the fine brown of her jacket, about the bruises that would colour her for the next few days. But alas, magic spoilt the child and spared the rod.

She could not venture back into the centre with her teammate- with range 2 came the last available ball and so much competition- but she could not give up the alliance. She raised her wand arm toward the brunette clutching victoriously at the quaffle, the ticket to win wedged securely between chest and arm- the other already had the ball, to attempt at striking her down would only allow the other free ball to be caught-

She spun on one heel and deftly produced the knockback jinx movement- hurry up, it's down, hop and curve- toward the ambitious redhead who had dared nearing the final crown of victory, the rugby ball was important, she could defend it- "Flipendo!"

Action: Casting Flipendo at River.

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BALL	POSSESSION	RANGE
Quaffle	Bridget	Two | 2
Rugby	Xailah	Two | 2

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ALAN	HEALTH 1100 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS none none Reducio Was Alan really a third year? It sure did not seem like it. Finite Incantem was a counter curse but would not work on a conjured blindfold. There was not a way to un-conjure an object, at least none a third year would know of. Anyways, it was the thought that counted, after all, Friendship is Magic.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS none none Reducio Ana would finally cast a spell at her upperclassman's way. It was about time. However, the younger Gryffindor would not receive the satisfaction of witnessing her enemy suffer, at least not from her own spell. The very creature whom she had knocked back moments ago, Astrea, had recovered from the hit and unleashed her scary shadows once again. Fear. Ana was not fearless, not yet. The horrifying sentiment would cause the girl's fingers to tremble, the spell subsequently missing its target by a long shot.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 500 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	ANASTASIA

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ASTREA	HEALTH 264 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 274 - 10 = 264 -1 accuracy | -10 Health Points | 1 round Reducio Fighting through both the tickles and pain from knockback jinx so graciously given by Anastasia, Astrea did as told, she stood, wand raised. She found her target, the dhampir. But her eyes were wondering of subject, she would find her own eyes fixated on the absurdly breathtaking sight of aurelia/ana. Concentration was the key to a successful spell and Astrea failed. Not a whisp emitted from the tip of the girl's wand.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS 100 + [8 x 10] x 0.9 = 162 500 - 162 = 338 None Reducio writing on an auto dodge and an act crit fail for aurelia. spell redirects to Katrina instead. Pericles' curse never came close to its target. Aurelia moved with extraordinary speed yet in a graceful artistic manner as she twirled to the side. However, her aversion had its drawback, her own spell never came close to its target, instead, the crimson red light shot towards a girl nearby, Katrina Walker, whoops. Aurelia should have watched her back, evidently, the third year had let down her guard as a knockback jinx struck and threw her forwards.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 329 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	AURELIA

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BRIDGET	HEALTH 500 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS In possession of quaffle None Reducio Surprisingly, the ball remained safely in the girl's arms, at least for now.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None [100 + 2 x 10] x 0.9 = 108 800 - 108 = 692 Reducio It was the cruel universe's way of telling the ravenclaw: NO. No, Emma was not committing her first murder today. Emma could have done better, yet she had not. Simply karma. The spell backfired, striking her right in the chest. The nature of the spell was powerful, especially at such close proximity, but the Ravenclaw beater surely could take a few hits.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 692 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	EMMA

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KATRINA	HEALTH 450 STATUS In Game RANGE 3 | Three	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 450 Reducio Throughout this game, luck was not on this Gryffindor's side. Both of her previous spells had failed because of the nature of the Slytherin. Katrina had settled for the girl's partner, Aurelia as her target, a rash decision perhaps. The girl was agile, dodging her spell effortlessly, however, before the first year would have time to register, she would feel a heavy impact against her chest and throwing her backwards.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None Reducio Pericles' targe moved with extraordinary speed yet in a graceful elegant twirl. It was a breathtaking sight, clearly, the third year was really hard to hit. Try again perhaps?	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 440 STATUS In Game RANGE 3 | Three	PERICLES

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PIERRE	HEALTH 27 STATUS In Game RANGE 3 | Three	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS None Reducio Unfortunately, the older Gryffindor did not fall for his trick, the ordeal of painful somersaults were all in vain. Reckless Pierre was to continue. However, the tiny boy shoudl know that it was only a game and nothing to risk his life for.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS 522 Reducio [/revelio]	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 522 STATUS Eliminated RANGE YEETED	RAFAEL

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RIVER	HEALTH 700 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio River was no match for the older Gryffindor. The dhampir would dive down in attempt to grab teh rugby ball on the ground. Before any one of her finger tip brushed the leather, the ball was swooped up by the goth.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None Action voided 1 round Did not post Reducio	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 600 STATUS Disqualified. Did not post 2x RANGE ---	RUTHIE

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THORA	HEALTH 574 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 574 - 10 = 564 -1 accuracy target | 10 Health Points | 1 rounds Reducio Whether it was the slip of her fingers or the frightening choas around, somehow, Thora would not find the means to have at least aimed the spell. The knockback jinx shot in an entirely different action, hitting the founder of the club of all people. UH OH...

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Xailah had a strategy in mind. Simply grab the ball. She was swifter than the Ravenclaw and managed to obtain the oddly shaped ball in her hands.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 1100 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	XAILAH

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───────────────── @Katrina Walker @Xailah Alptraum @Piérre Marchonné @River Dewlight @Thora Larkston @Bridget Collins @Alan Vanes @Pericles Dralt @Anastasia Beckett @Astrea Neptune @Emma Hill

Katrina didn't even have time to register that her spell failed as something hit her. Then she was flying, soaring through the air. Then, with a sickening crunch, she was on the ground. Her stomach ached immediately and her head began throbbing with each heartbeat. The lioness had landed on her nondominant arm, she winced as she attempted to drag herself off of it.

Through the mind-numbing pain, Katrina tried to put the pieces together. Her spell must have redirected at her, but that didn't quite make since. She had seen Aurelia, her previous target, do something. Then red light then flying. She must have been hit by Aurelia. Though for them to both target one another didn't make since so she must have been accidentally hit. And her spell? Katrina sat up ignoring the head rush that came with the movement. Her spell might have worked because she could see Aurelia on the ground, or at least, not standing where she had been. Katrina replayed the moment and figured that it was her spell that had hit, or possibly someone else's she almost remembered another red light zipping toward the leader.

Mind still reeling, stomach throbbing, and arm sore, Katrina struggled to her feet. It dawned on her that this was the first time that she had been really hit with a spell. In fact, the laughing spell from this game, only moments prior, had been her actual first time. Huh.

Katrina looked around as the pain began to dull. @Bridget Collins wasn't too far from her, holding the quaffle. The ticket to winning this game. The aching would be well worth it if she could just get her hands on that ball. She feigned being weak as she took a few steps towards her friend. She hoped that Bridget didn't take it to heart, although she had seen that Bridget was still mad from the Slytherin loss last Quidditch game, she really hoped that Bridget wouldn't hold a grudge.

She needed to get to range two then snatch her victory. But then, she saw the other ball on the ground. No one had claimed it yet. She ran, full force, ignoring the pain at the ball. Time to snatch her victory.

Action: Run into Range Two, eye on the ball

The girl let out a mildly disturbing cackle that was very different from her normal laugh when Aurelia was thrown backward. Despite the fact that her spell wasn't the one that did it, it was deeply gratifying to see the older girl flung about like a rag doll. Ana considered going to her again, but decided against it for the moment, wanting to reevaluate her options.

Anastasia scanned the group. Rafa was still blindfolded, so she assumed that Alan's spell was unsuccessful. She also wondered why on Earth the boy hadn't just removed the thing himself. It occurred to her that, since he was blindfolded, he probably didn't know he was out. "Rafa, love, you can, in fact, remove the blindfold," she told him as she began to formulate a plan. The game was more than half over, and there were far too many people left for her tastes. The other people in her range were all going for the balls. How pathetic. She intended to win by being the last one standing or not at all. After all, anyone could be lucky enough to get their hands on one of two - all it took was some brute strength and speed. No, if she was going to win, she was going to do it by being the smartest and the best.

There were two people in the outer range and Ana considered which one of them to yeet out. The boy had already taken several spells, and he had just been taunting and yelling at Aurelia, which Ana always supported. Turning her focus to the redheaded girl, she inhaled and steeled herself. "Flipendo!" she said confidently, hoping that this would copy her first spell and not her most recent attempt.

Action: Casting Flipendo @Katrina Walker

The third year watched the red light jump from the tip of his wand and rush towards Rafael but nothing ever happened even as it came into contact with the blindfold. At least he had heard that the guy was fine, he had said so and Alan was sure it was the truth; the boy looked like he could take a few hits if necessary. The boy on the ground asked who he was and Alan felt dumb for not introducing himself sooner, or making clear who was talking. After all the fellow Gryffindor was wearing a blindfold and it made Alan wonder why he wouldn't just take it off since Alan's spell had failed. "Alan 's th-the name", he called over, completely forgetting his surroundings. Once again showing how easy it was to distract him, even in the midst of the battle going on around him. It was truly a wonder why he was still in the first range at all.

When the boy asked him whether his spell had been supposed to do anything, heat rushed into his cheeks and for a moment he was glad that the boy was wearing the stupid blindfold. The third year quickly shook his head, trying to down the embarrassment he felt at having failed the spell's trivia. Shut up-, he wanted to say, but he couldn't let his thoughts get the better out of him, or the worse really. "It w-was supposed to help but c-clearly you are f-fine!", the metamorph huffed as his fingers fiddled with the cherry wood in his hand, twirling the tool around. How did the spell not work? Was it because the effect of Obscuro was a physical one, rather than something that was affecting the circumstances? He had no idea what exactly had made him fail, but he would keep it in mind and hope the charms professor had an answer for him.