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* Kennedy Litchfield

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Saturday, July 17th, 1948
3:30 PM
The Crack of Doom


She'd have to give it to the Camp Administrators for this one. The brilliant theme, if a bit out there, allowed for plenty of room for imagination when it'd come to deciding this year's dueling set up. And not without the help of the Administrators had they been able to recreate an incredible show.

The counselors themselves had had to rise three hours prior to the start of the first duel in order to get it all done. Kennedy was exhausted, but pleased. But mostly exhausted. And her hair had fallen out of the tightly coiled matching twin buns she'd wrapped it in earlier that morning. Her fellow counselors hadn't been completely free of her tyrannical control either. Despite having their own duties to do, all jobs distributed equally, Kennedy had taken it upon herself to direct the others whenever she'd completed the task at hand. That was a little before she'd been kicked out for shouting.

Nevertheless, the arena had turned out beautifully.

Duelists, directed to wear anything camp-appropriate, but that which allowed them to move freely and unobtrusively in hot temperatures and steep altitudes, were placed at each end of a long, narrow rubble walkway. Needless to say, the typical dueling robes were not recommended. The precarious walkway, about 5 feet wide, arched over a teeming mass of boiling lava; the deadly liquid was chaotic as it whirled and crashed against the sides of the enclosing cave walls. The cave's ceiling stretched high and ended in a tiny open circle miles above the duelists' heads. The idea was obvious: trap them in.

In the middle of the two walkways, where the paths eventually met, they widen out into a circle of rubble with a single pedestal in the middle. On top of the pedestal rested a tiny golden ring. Unbeknownst to the duelists, the ring was very much alive, and had the ability to flip their duel on its side--literally.

"Duelists are you ready?" Kennedy's voice, enhanced with a spell, echoed down at them from an alcove in the cave's walls. At their confirmation, she rose her wand and let out a spark of light. "Then let's begin!"

And because she couldn't quite help herself, she'd forgotten to mention to the duelists how everything they saw, even the lava, was an illusion. It wasn't real. So if they fell in, they'd be tumbling into a pool of pillows.

The trepidation was exciting to watch, was it not?




((Only one successful disarming spell or action allowed per duelist.))

((The Ring has the ability to dish out some random attacks. Beware!))





Round 1 of 5:

Valencia Alvear - 80%

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Zachary Weiland - 60%
« Last Edit: 08/08/2016 at 16:13 by Kennedy Litchfield »

* Zak Weiland

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No, no, no, no.

This was not what he had planned for.

Truth be told, Fish Weiland had never found himself inside of a duel before. He'd signed up for it because he was curious, because he imagined it could be just another thing he could share and do together with friends.

Turned out it wasn't what the others kept in mind.

The others being the ones arranging the duel.

Now he was finding himself face-to-face with Valencia Alvear. Their plan was that they should be turning against each other. His plan had been the complete opposite. And to make it worse they were balancing on a little walkway, in the midst of a volcano? It was quite unlike anything he'd experienced before.

Not that he was worried. He was too occupied with the fact that it was just him and Valencia, and that he wasn't going to hurt her. This was something that he decided before the referee told them to get started. He supposed he was going to have to be creative, in one way or another.

Quidditch was surely more his thing than this.

His hand was locked around pear wood, but it never pointed to her. Rather, he pointed the wand to the air, speaking "Avis!" Even though he wasn't going to attack her, he had to spend his time here doing something.
THUNDER,  FEEL  THE  THUNDER
LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER
_…-    _…_……--<"  __……_…--…-
  \___/      \_…----<_  - `-…  _…<_…-
  _-… \___…-           \_…-<__…--<__…-<

* Valencia Salvatierra

    (08/09/2016 at 03:01)
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Dios mío.

This was... incredibly awkward.

She found herself just standing there, dumbfounded and confused. After all she and Zachary had been through (that horrid Valentine’s Day dance where she threw a complete tantrum in front of the entire school and that picnic near the lake that faintly resembled a date being two of them), this was one of the most bizarre situations they could have ever been in. Duels were breathtaking and stunning and absolutely Valencia.

How could she share a formidable activity like dueling with someone as impressionable as Zachary?

With Eli, it was fine. They were like a power couple in the duelling ring, until that time last summer when he betrayed her without warning and released her ire. Zachary... wasn’t that. He was a puppy. Not an awe-inspiring dragon or anything of that ilk.

Moving along, Valencia was completely expecting an awe-inspiring dragon to burst out somewhere in flames from below. The grip on her wand was starting to slip with sweat, and fanning herself at an unladylike speed wasn’t helping too much. It was starting to feel claustrophobic—the walls were enclosing them in a room of undesirable temperatures that matched her rage quite perfectly. She wasn't sure if she should have given kudos to the referees for that.

"Duelists are you ready? Then let's begin!"

(Curse Kennedy Litchfield, basking in a position of power and delight.)

With Zachary's spell, Valencia almost dropped her wand. Avis? That did nothing except summon a bird! Merlin, what if he was planning on making the bird peck her to death? Valencia wanted to die fabulous, not at the hands of a gross, feathery aerial species.

Aiming her wand towards Zachary's, Valencia attempted to get back at her opponent. "Expelliarmus!"

HIS BELLADONNA KISS:


   beautiful

                              poisonous.

      lovely.


                          deadly.

* Kennedy Litchfield

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Round 1 Results

A1. Zachary attempts to cast Avis at Valencia. Failed! His wand simply fizzles.

A2. Valencia attempts to cast Expelliarmus at Zachary. Success! His wand goes flying, but it doesn't seem to faze him. 0% damage.



Round 2 of 5:

Valencia Alvear - 80%

vs.

Zachary Weiland - 60%; disarmed, must use physical attacks or a physical action to grab his wand back

* Zak Weiland

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He had gone into this with no expections. No expection but, perhaps, the part where he expected Valencia to look ever so brilliantly beautiful. That and - he was no fool - she wasn't likely to be following the same defensive policy as him.

(Not because he couldn't do it though, for he most definitely could - she'd find out that some other day.)

Then again -

He'd let her beat him at duelling anytime. If it gave her some sort of satisfaction to win. (He knew that it did.)

His wand, still pointing to the empty air somewhere away from Valencia, betrayed him. Meaning it didn't perform at all. Or just that he was failing. It didn't worry him much - it appeared to be sputtering and spitting what could have resembled sparks on a good day. Besides, he didn't suffer the illusion that he was actually better at duelling than Valencia Alvear. She'd probably been brought up doing this.

He enjoyed trying new things though.

Then, with a tiny sting, the wood left his hand and landed on the path some way before him. He looked at her then, with a smile that could only be described as playful. And although he'd decided he wasn't going to harm her, there were plenty of other things he could be doing.

Exploring their cavelike surroundings, for instance. And that peculiar thing resting on the pedestal between them.

Rather than to actually try to get his wand back, Fish moved foward, reaching out his right hand in the attempt of grabbing the magical ring. Why else should it be waiting there, if they weren't supposed to take it?

Maybe he'd get to keep it.

Maybe he'd give it away, after the duel had ended.

To someone special.
THUNDER,  FEEL  THE  THUNDER
LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER
_…-    _…_……--<"  __……_…--…-
  \___/      \_…----<_  - `-…  _…<_…-
  _-… \___…-           \_…-<__…--<__…-<

* Kennedy Litchfield

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Round 2 Results

A1. Zachary attempts to grab The Ring. Failed! His fingers fall just short of the trinket.

A2. The Ring, sensing impending danger, begins to glow. Soon, a bright light erupts from the center of the pedestal and fills the cave, blinding to all.



Round 3 of 5:

Valencia Alvear - 80%; -2 ability (from Ring); round missed, two more until forfeit

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Zachary Weiland - 60%; -2 ability (from Ring); disarmed, must use physical attacks or a physical action to grab his wand back

* Valencia Salvatierra

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"Zachary, look at what you did!"

Leave it to Zachary to ruin the little moments. Honestly, why was she so hesitant earlier to be duelling him?

Now Valencia couldn't see anything. A bright light had enveloped the whole cave like a dying star; if this went on for any longer, she would be the dying star by the time the duel had ended. What if she fell into the pit of lava just below them by accident and burned to a crisp? Zachary certainly wouldn't be invited to the funeral. No, this wouldn't do at all.

She covered her eyes with a huff, at least glad that her spell had worked and Zachary's failed with a flop. In their first few minutes, all was a bit in her favor. Of course, she knew it wouldn't always last like that. The world simply wasn't like that.

Apparently the Ring was dangerous, evident by Zachary's sticky fingers. Valencia couldn't let him try and take it again, if the thought crossed his mind once more. As she flailed her free arm (the one with her wand) around for a moment, her feet took several steps forward near the pedesal where the Gryffindor was sure to be.

"Merlin please let us do this like normal people," she hissed under her breath. But with Zak's attitude, she wasn't quite sure.

Wand aimed luckily in Zachary's direction, the girl attempted to cast "Petrificus Totalus!" aloud with a flourish.

HIS BELLADONNA KISS:


   beautiful

                              poisonous.

      lovely.


                          deadly.

* Kennedy Litchfield

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Round 3 Results

A1. Valencia attempts to cast Petrificus Totalus at Zachary. Success! But, again, the boy is an impenetrable shield. 0% damage.



Round 4 of 5:

Valencia Alvear - 80%; may act twice

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Zachary Weiland - 60%; -1 velocity; disarmed, must use physical attacks or a physical action to grab his wand back; round missed, two more until forfeit
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* Kennedy Litchfield

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Final Round:

Valencia Alvear - 80%; round missed, two more until forfeit

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Zachary Weiland - 60%; disarmed, must use physical attacks or a physical action to grab his wand back; two rounds missed, one more until forfeit

* Kennedy Litchfield

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Final Round Results

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Final Round Results:

Valencia Alvear - 80%

vs.

Zachary Weiland - 60%; forfeited.





Congratulations to
Valencia Alvear
for winning the first round!

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