Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach
October 15, 2006 9:35 PM
Quidditch Match: Aladren vs. Pecari by Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach
It was the first match of the year and most would have preferred to be indoors. The sky was a dark, threatening gray, the weather frigidly cold. Although she had cast multiple heating charms upon herself, none seemed to be truly working. Her feet were tightly ensconced in her sturdy pair of boots; her body wrapped one of the few thick robes she owned. A woolen turtleneck clung to her, trying desperately to hold in the few threads of warmth. The weather was odd, to say the least. Used to the weather of the South, Amy was surprised by the temperature, usually expecting temperatures in the 60s or 70s at this time of year. Instead, the temperature seemed in the 50s at most. Of course, Amy’s mind could be completely over exaggerating things, as used to warm weather as her body was, anything less than 70 degrees Fahrenheit was considered ‘cold.’The first match would soon be underway. She watched as the students quickly piled onto the filed, the stands rapidly filling. The teams would be entering the pitch soon. Amy glanced around, noting the presence of the medic, who seemed to be a constant thorn in her…side. After the previous year’s dangerous match, it seemed that the medic was making it a mission to make sure that the students come to any injury while on her pitch. Obviously, not everyone realized that playing Quidditch pretty much implied that there would be injuries.
Rolling her eyes, Amy turned back, noticing that the teams were now making their way onto the pitch. Making her way to the center of the pitch, she waited until the teams got closer before calling the captains to the center. The Pecs, of course, had the twins. She had been sure to separate the Crots and the Pecs during the first match this year, as the last year’s match had been ‘dangerous’ and students had given her a headache whining. Thus, the Pecs would be playing the Als.
“Alright,” she said as the captains approached. “I don’t really need to go over the rules with you as you are more than aware of them but I’ll do it anyway. There won’t be any dirty plays, got me? I will call penalties on teams that do something out of lines. The games will go ‘til the Snitch is caught, no exceptions. If a team member gets injured, make sure that your backups are ready to enter. The medic will be there to assist your injured as I’m not going to stop the game. Got it?” She waited barely a moment before continuing. “Shake hands and then return to your teams. It’s cold and I want to get this game underway.”
Starting her broom, Amy cast another heating charm upon herself as she waited for the captains to take their places. She moved over to the box of balls, letting the Snitch and Bludgers go. “The game will begin the moment the Quaffle leaves my hands. On the count of three:
“One.
“Two.
“Three!” The ball left her hands, flying into the air. She quickly pushed off the ground and rose into the air, moving to the outside of the play. The game had begun.
OOC: Note to all players, please put your position and team name in the author section, so I can keep accurate account of the game. Also, be sure to have lengthy posts, detailing the game. Finally, good luck.
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Subthreads: Luck? We need no luck! Pecari has me ;) by Stephen Baxter, Pecari Keeper extraordinaire with Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser, Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater, Caedence Redoak Pecari chaser, Lizzie Lavine, the last of the Pecari chasers, Sorrel Craven, Pecari Beater, Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
SETI by Zack Dill, Alderaanian Seeker with Ginger SIlverstein Pecari Seeker, The Craven Twins, Pecari, Beaters
Right here, right now by Grail Markner, Aladren, Keeper
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Stephen Baxter, Pecari Keeper extraordinaire
October 16, 2006 8:47 AM
Luck? We need no luck! Pecari has me ;) by Stephen Baxter, Pecari Keeper extraordinaire
It was a day to savor.A day of wonder.
A day, no doubt, that every member of the Sonoran student body - and the staff too - has been looking forward to.
Or, at least, they would have if they'd had known. Geoffie, of course, knew. And Sorrel and Ash had known about his plans, even if he had refused to show them the end product until the game. And Mia knew, because he'd had to give her a sneak peek, just to get his due reaction, especially after the present she'd given him for Christmas. Everyone else was in the dark, and probably a little confused by Stephen's choice to carry out his broom all wrapped up as though to protect it from the ugly weather.
The weather was the only thing that really was bothering Stephen just at that moment. Not the temperature, as he was from north and to be perfectly frank, this wasn't that bad, but just the whole look happening. Of all the days to be presenting the new and improved Fido to the world, this gray day just seemed a monumental let down. No shining sun to glint off the new paint job, no gentle breeze to ruffle his hair in just the right way, while also wending through the now perfectly aligned twigs in his broom. No blue sky for the girls to see him up against on his awesome looking broom, not that he needed them to be falling at his feet just now, because he had Mia, but there was still the point of the matter.
Still, there was the game. That was something. And maybe Sorrel would see his new broom and realise that it was so much better than any stupid Harley that her geriatric boyfriend rode. And there was also the opportunity to show off for Mia.
Pausing when he reached the spot where the rest of the team were getting ready to play, Stephen dropped fido and searched the stands, grinning and waving when he spotted Mia. Only then, and with a flourish, did he pick up his broom again, and remove the coverings.
The slightly scruffy dull brown broom of times before was gone. In its place, was a sleek, polished thing of beauty. The handle gleamed with polish. There were red racing stripes on the side, along with the word 'Fido' in blue. The twigs were aligned just along the pattern that he had Geoff had worked out together and looked neater than Stephen had thought possible. And that was just the appearance. Stephen grinned around at his teammates, proud of his broom.
"Pretty sweet, huh?" he said to one of them as the coach went on about the rules. "It took me all holiday to get it right, but it's got some awesome improvements in the charms too. I mean the cushioning charm... I swear the difference is amazing. And I was reading about this novelty 'horn' charm that you can get on brooms these days too. I'm thinking about one of those too. Can you imagine a chaser for the other side coming to try to score, and then I let blast with some crazy sound and bam! They won't know what hit 'em. No rules against it that I know of, and it'd be funny as, with them all confused and all. I'd just ease in and pluck the quaffle right from their hands."
The announcement that the game was about to start broke through his reverie, and Stephen noogied his team-mate, shrugging apologetically as the need to get into position drew him away from talking about how great Fido was, and how cool things would be if he added even more awesome innovations to the broom.
"Give them hell," he instructed cheerfully, as he jumped on board the waiting broom, and accelerated off the ground. The broom reacted instantly, making it twenty minutes before shuddering and almost halting for half a second before resuming the previous speed as though nothing had happened. Stephen made a quick mental note that the accelerator obviously needed tweaking but proceeded to the rings nevertheless.
The game was now afoot.\n\n
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Luck? We need no luck! Pecari has me ;)
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Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
October 17, 2006 9:09 PM
True, but Pecari has me, too. by Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
Saul was increadibly nervous. Sure, he hadn't had any near falls to his death during any of the practices, but he hadn't last year, either. That hadn't stopped him from doing so at his only previous actual game.He'd been unable to eat breakfast, and he'd apparently been looking so queasy that Simon had noticed from the Faculty table and had come over to give him a few tips on dealing with stage fright. It might have helped if his phobia had actually been of public reaction rather than death.
At least, he assumed that Simon's comments of 'we must make sacrifices for our art' was in relation to standing up to fear of ridicule. Upon further consideration, though, Saul wasn't so sure. He could easily see Simon thinking that dying on stage would be the ultimate showmanship. Simon was more than a little weird sometimes.
His nerves hadn't subsided at all by the time the match was due to begin. He was outside with the other Pecari players, hoping back and forth from one foot to the other, and not because he was cold - he was way too nervous to feel anything as mundane as the weather.
Thank God for Stephen.
The unveiling of Fido was a welcome distraction. Saul needed a racing stripe on his broom. Well, he needed a non-school broom first, but when he got one, it was definitely getting a racing stripe. And a name. Man, why hadn't he ever thought to name his broom before?
And it had a horn? "Cool," Saul breathed, though the compliment was barely adequate. He wanted a horn. He'd have so much fun with a horn. He'd get himself kicked off the pitch with a horn, but wasn't the point. Horns were cool. Horns were past cool, horns were "Wicked cool," he finished out loud because that was better than the plain old 'cool' he'd offered earlier.
Then the coach was calling for the game to start, and all of Saul's nervous energy jumped back at him, so when she shouted three and threw the Quaffle into the air, Saul launched off like a too-tightly wound spring suddenly let loose.
He caught the Quaffle on his way up, more by happenstance than any real intent and kept on climbing. Spotting one of his teammates who'd taken a shallower climb and was therefore closer to the goals than Saul was, he called over to them to get their attention and tossed the Quaffle their way.
He'd started last year's game with the Quaffle, too. This was not looking promising.\n\n
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Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater
October 21, 2006 2:39 PM
Jumping in for Aladren. by Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater
Beaters, as a group, were not known for being or looking kind and endearing, especially on game day. Geoffrey saw no problem with following that particular convention, especially after losing two arguments with Anne in a row before they could even begin. She'd been even less willing to listen about the Cravens than she had been about Dill's hat, which was why the traitorous item still resided on the Aladren fourth year's head and she was shaking hands with the Pecari fourth years' alone.Anne's face was a little grim as she rejoined the group, but not as worried as he would have expected. She'd taken the news that they were playing Pecari well. Scarily well. "Okay," she said quickly, just loud enough for them all to hear. "Remember what you've got to do and do it the best you can. Nobody gets it every time." She didn't sound entirely convinced, and Geoffrey knew why. That bit had been for the Keeper's benefit and no one else's. "Beaters, Zack's your top priority." She might have meant to say more - the look on her face suggested it - but the shout came before she could open her mouth again.
Geoff paid attention to the other players just long enough to notice that the Seekers were almost level with each other in the air, the Keepers were at their posts, and that Pecari had possession of the Quaffle before he started looking for Bludgers. They weren't hard to miss - usually they weren't - but eleven others rocketing around the field made missing one easier than usual. Dill's scream drew his attention upward for a moment, but Tarwater was closer and already on it. Geoffrey joined Sorrel in running for the non-occupied Bludger.
The same Pecari still had the Quaffle. Anne was flying to his left, close enough to swoop in if she thought she stood a chance at laying hands on the Quaffle but not so close that she could be accused of any technical foul or be caught in the pathway of a Bludger set at the Pecari Chaser except by the worst sort of luck and chance. When the enemy shouted to call the attention of one of his fellows to himself before passing off the Quaffle, Geoffrey decided the risks were worth the potential gain and swang his bat, hitting the Bludger not towards the first Quaffle-holder, but towards the one he was trying to pass it to.
Now all he had to do was hope that the Pecari was smart enough to cut and run, that the Bludger didn't decide to go elsewhere, that Anne was quick enough to make use of the opening he'd tried to make for her, and that one of the Cravens didn't decide his head would make a fine third Bludger. \n\n
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Jumping in for Aladren.
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Caedence Redoak Pecari chaser
October 21, 2006 8:49 PM
Sorry! RT is quite the bugger by Caedence Redoak Pecari chaser
Caedence had just finished adjusting her trademark beaters gloves, sharpeing her usuall braid and putting on an extra-thick sweater when she noticed her classmates had decided to head to the field. Dashing to the Cascade Hall, she snatched a piece of toast and munched on it on the way to the pitch. Just as she suspected. It was bitter clod outside.Coupled with everything going on in her life, she had been dismayed to learn that both Stephen and Saul were on her team. Oh well, that's the price of playing quidditch. However, she had thought she paid her price when she had to resign to being a chaser. After all, what could be more fun than bashing a beater at the popposite team?
She noticed Stephen showing off a new broom to his friend. She sighed. The idiot would chose to decorate his broom. Looking at her own trusty Nimbus, she thought, 'Like my broom needs a snazzy paint job. All it needs is speed!' She smirked. The Coach had said the magic words, starting the game
She bounced after teh quaffle as fast as she could, but she wasn't used to flying in the frigid weather. She couldn't gain altitude as fast as she wanted, and so SAul reached the quaffle first. He called out to her, and and she turned around as quickly as possible to see what he wanted. Oh, the quaffle. She stretched out her hands and caught it. However, she had barely wrapped her hands around it when a bludger smashed right between her shoulderblades. Of course it would hit her bruise... She almost lost her grip on the ball, but managed to hold on. Then, ignoring the wind, she spedup heading for the goalposts. "Saul! GET OVER HERE!" she yelled preparing to pass the ball once she had gotten close enough. Her back was throbbing painfully and she doubted she would be able to throw it properly. As it was, she was sure she heard something crack. 'Have to check into the wing afterwards. Best just ride it out' she thought to herself. Seeing Saul nearby, she threw it with another yell of, "TAKE IT IN!"\n\n
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Sorry! RT is quite the bugger
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Lizzie Lavine, the last of the Pecari chasers
October 22, 2006 1:29 PM
Well, what a convenient mess this is by Lizzie Lavine, the last of the Pecari chasers
The morning of the quidditch game had dawned frigid and unfeeling, Lizzie noticed as she exited the Pecari Commons out into the Gardens. Well, she thought to herself, wrapping a scarf around her neck, Best make the most of this day. After a quick breakfast, Liz was on the pitch, shivering along with her teammates. With the whistle's blow, however, the adrenaline began pumping through her veins, warming her already windwhipped face.After a moment's surveilance of the quaffle's pathway to Saul, Liz took off down the pitch in order to set up an offencive play nearer to the Aladren goalposts. Only the sound of a sharp crack of bludger hitting body stopped her. Making a quick 180 degree turn, Liz darted back to where the other portion of the chasing team was getting thouroghly harassed by the Aladren's beater shots. Liz hovered for a moment, watching Caedence's last-chance pass to Saul as it made its way towards him. Fearing a dropped pass that would undoubtedly go to the Aladren Chasers, Liz cut quickly into the pass, securing it in the crook of her arm.
The time could be taken later to help the other obviously wounded chaser, but the game was now, and they needed the points attainable by a score on one of those illustrious golden rings. Liz looked over to Saul, nodding forward as if to convey to him to move on with the game. She'll be fine, Lizzie told herself as she continued down the field, The healer's here today, isn't he? With any luck, they could use the break in the air to get their team closer to the rings. \r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Well, what a convenient mess this is
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Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
October 23, 2006 9:43 PM
Two pronged attack at the goal by Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
Caedence had gotten hit with the bludger. She handled it much better than he had the previous year. For one thing, she held onto the Quaffle. For another, she did not fall to her near-death. He wasn't sure which impressed him more. Then she was tossing the ball his way, but Lizzie was there first, snatching it from the air.Caedence was not one of his favorites of the new kids (that honor going to both of the EEs) but he did count her as one of the kids he was supposed to look out for. With Lizzie having the ball, his first inclination was to make sure Caedence was okay, but Lizzie waved him toward the goal. Taking the older student's instruction, he gave one final worried look toward the firstie, then hurried toward the goal.
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be setting up for an assist, or just distracting the keeper, so he tried to be ready for either. He flew in close to the left most hoop, trying to set up for an easy dunk if he got the ball, or at least just draw the Keeper away from the right most one to open it up for Lizzie.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Sorrel Craven, Pecari Beater
October 24, 2006 7:57 AM
Make that three... by Sorrel Craven, Pecari Beater
The density of players around the goal was pretty high. Sorrel was actually surprised that the Bludger made it through to target, although there were more Pecaris around than Aladrens, so probability-wise... The little scrum of players around the Quaffle certainly prevented her, given that she was considerably larger than the Bludger, from pursuing it. She could only hope her Chaser was smart enough and alert enough to move out of the way. Ouch. Clearly not. She handled it better than Saul. Sorrel would give her that.As Caedence passed the Quaffle on, Sorrel wove through the crowd towards her. After the severe lack of medical attention offered last year, she'd brushed up on a few spells. Nothing major, healing was complicated, but stuff like heat charms, and other light forms of pain relief. She was all set to work one on Caedence's back, when she saw Saul pull into the goal area. They had a very good chance to get a goal up, and she could help their chances. If she removed the choice for the Keeper of which way to go, Saul was in the perfect position to score unhindered. She dove for the Bludger, still nearby from its attack on Caedence and smashed it towards the centre hoop.
"PASS!" she screamed at Lizzie. She was setting it up so the Aladrens would, with the right timing, have no choice, so it didn't matter if she made her plan obvious to them. It mattered more that her intentions were clear to her Chasers; Lizzie passed to Saul, and the Keeper had no path across to block that goal, because the Bludger would smash her off her broom if she did. Sorrel wheeled around, keeping an eye out for any Aladrens trying to get in and play the hero. She didn't have a Bludger to aim at them, but she had her body and her bat. If Cobbing was an excessive use of elbows, that meant there was a justifiable amount.\n\n
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Make that three...
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Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
October 24, 2006 11:07 AM
Three is a magic number, you know by Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
As the two of them made their way towards the goal, Lizzie noted Saul's positioning. He was a smart kid, getting to the other hoop. Liz was just about maybe 15 yards from the goal when from behind her she heard Sorrel's voice yell to pass. On reflex alone, Lizzie shouted "SAUL!" and launched the quaffle straight at him. Saul was positioned close up to the left goal, a perfect shot if Lizzie could preoccupy the keeper long enough. With any luck at all, they could do it.Giving into an instance of guilt at leaving Caedence wounded on the other side of the pitch, Liz took a second-long look over her shoulder. Sorrel had gone over to the younger player, and it looked like she'd be okay. A bludger was a tough thing to take, especially being blindsided like she was. With a deep breath, Lizzie focused all her attention on distracting the keeper on her side of the goals. With Liz's second option open for a shot, any smart keeper would have to have paid attention to her hovering so closely to the goals. \n\n
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Three is a magic number, you know
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Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
October 24, 2006 1:20 PM
He shoots! by Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser
Saul watched the older chaser make a run at the right hoop and figured he was just there for distraction value. He thought that right up until Sorrel let fly a bludger between him and keeper and shouted for Lizzie to pass. He got his hands up as Lizzie responded immediately, shouting out his name as she heaved the quaffle in his direction.He didn't even need to catch it. He was close enough to the goal that he just needed to change its direction and give it a shove toward the hoop.
Using his left hand as a rudder to redirect the Quaffle's flight plan, and the heel of his right hand to speed it on its way, the ball flew unerringly toward the goal. Saul shouted in triumph, secretly grateful that he hadn't missed the Quaffle entirely and screwed up the shot.\n\n
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He shoots!
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