this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Xuan took a last glance behind him, eyes carefully scrutinising the shelves running along the walls lined with tea, herbs, spices, concoctions and other bits and bobs in glass jars, then to the glass counter displaying a small variety of pastries and desserts to go with a drink. He checked the chalk board displaying prices for any potential error before turning his head to the side, where simple wooden tables and chains were bathed in the morning light.
A scan to the shop windows revealed them to be opened a slight crack, enough space to allow the outside people a whift of the unique blend of flowers, herbs, spices and wood and to ventilate the store. The windowsills held sprawling plants with some blooming invitingly, plants he had painstakingly relocated from his own home. All of this was assembled from scratch from previously a failing bookstore nestled quietly in the residential district, taking months to put together but it seemed to be worth the effort and the whim hadn't died off for its duration yet and thus 'The Herbal Haven' was created.
A bit of concentration kept the store at a mildly cool temperature with his ice affinity, not enough to feel uncomfortable but just enough to keep the stored herbs at optimum dry temperature. Giving a final nod of approval to himself, Xuan flipped the sign on the glass door from 'closed' to 'open' and moved back, settling himself behind the counter. After a while of catering to a few curious new customers, the shop was emptied and Xuan began scaling the walls, his mind already set to brewing another concoction.
A tinkling of the bells attached to the door, pulled him away from his flasks and he looked up with a smile. "Welcome to 'The Herbal Haven'! How can I help you today, miss?"
Post by chanel crestwalker on Jul 15, 2017 15:23:16 GMT
初めまして。
Chanel didn't really like walking around alone- it invited too many stares and too little protection. She was used to a bodyguard, but apparently, she had outgrown one. And Molly had family matters to attend- one of those little things the two girls never interfered with. And so she was there, wandering the residential area alone and humming the catchiest song by that one boy band whose name eluded her.
A waft of herbs rose from the cracks of a quaint shop's window, but her eyes went to the pretty flowers on the edges of the windowsill first, before even looking to see what the shop was about. Her blue eyes traveled upwards and scanned the shop. It was a decent enough aesthetic, and she supposed she was hungry enough for a quick step in.
Immediately, she was greeted by the cheerful face of a youngish-looking man (it was difficult to tell with these orientals) and the pleasantly cool atmosphere of the shop. Finding herself relaxing, Chanel's mouth twitched upwards briefly at his smile. It might have lasted longer if the introduction wasn't so damned tacky.
She waved lazily without really reaching her arm up to a respectful height, and used the other hand to move her sunglasses to the top of her head. "Whatever's the special," she said, cerulean eyes now preoccupied with the interior of the room.
His newest customer was younger than what he had expected and also quite dismissive. With a quick smile and a wave he was left with an order and he looked longingly back to his experiment before. Xuan, she's your customer. Ah, and there it was, Xue Mei's dose of logic.
He sets the flask back down and headed back to the shelves again, methodically pulling out ingredients for the 'special' brew that his latest customer had order. "Then the Emerald Mountains, it is. Let's see, Xue Ya, ginseng, lotus seeds, mint leaves." He waited patiently for the water to boil before giving it a few seconds to cool with the aid of his affinity. Then down it went into a glass teapot, the green brew slightly bitter from the 'special' request but was followed by the sweetness of fresh lotus seeds with an earthy taste added by the ginseng.
He reached behind the counter for the selection of desserts to go with the tea. Peach pies. His smile for once, turns happy and the coldness in his eyes flickers and dies for just a second. Ju would be eating them everyday for every meal if he could. Perhaps in his own way, his younger brother had remembered the times when they still had doting parents. Reality, however, merciless as it is, come crashing back. But he's not around to enjoy it anymore.. He blinks and the moment passes, he feels the worry of his familiar but brushes it off gently. I'm alright. I still have you don't I?
He sets a slice on the plate and places it next to the pot and glass cup. "A pot of Emerald Mountain and a slice of peach cake on the house." Xuan smiles and unloads the tray onto the wooden table closest to the girl.
Post by chanel crestwalker on Aug 10, 2017 16:42:14 GMT
初めまして。
chanel wasn't particularly big on bitter things that pretended to be good for you (if they were, after all, truly well wishers of your health then they ought to, by all means, please your senses as well). this was the prime reason she preferred bathing in flowers to the clinging stickiness of scented herbal pastes. as much of a luxury as herbs were, they were not beautiful enough to be considered such.
the bitter aroma fills the room, but chanel is distracted by the potted plants and array of cosmetics on display. when the waiter comes back she's already noticed a great deal about the shop- the kind of eerie perception you don't often expect from the typical rich looking asshole.
"you run this place alone? it must have taken a bit to get everything in order..." her fingers drummed on the table as she was presented with her dish. she smiled apologetically- the warmth she radiated was so practiced that it could no longer be consider fake-- it was as real as any fruit of labour.
"on the house? really, there's no need." the drumming of her fingers against the desk has stopped, showing that she may have developed an actual interest. "are the cosmetics for sale too then? and what about the flowers?"
sure, she could get even a juliet rose from her own gardens if she wanted too, but there was a quaint beauty in the little leaves that sprouted from the soft soils of nautre, the toils of man. the hanging plants seemed to sway briefly as if in agreement.
maybe, she reflected, had she been born a plantshaper her life would be completely different.
The questions had his brows raise ever so slightly as he set down the cups and plates. After the second of surprise had passed, his smile was back again.
"Yes, for now. I'll have to see if I can someone to help out soon though. And yes, time passes quickly when you're doing a fun thing to do from scratch." Gently, he tucked the tray by his side and brushed a lock of raven hair behind the white bandana. His gaze drifts around the place, his place and a sliver of pride could be seen in his eyes.
"It's a gift for the first day of opening this shop. I believe a type of fate brings us to meet and it's not much to honour that with something small like this." Xuan closed his eyes, seeming at peace bathed beneath the rays of light. The familiarity of the scent he inhaled made his lips curl up further. "There are cosmetic potions and creams here. The flowers are from my own garden so, unfortunately, they're not for sale. But..." Xuan strode forwards, with his eyes still closed, closer to the light.
His eyes opened and ever so gently, he picked up a white lily among the other flowers by the sill. "If you'd like, here's something to take home." The store built by his own hands held some of his sanity within it, where his shoulders weren't as tense, where he could work on little hobbies retained from far away memories. In here, he was closest to peace than he had ever known since the night he had buried his parents, his unease buried away by the lingering scent of aromatic herbs.
