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.
Post by kasumi akamatsu on Jul 27, 2017 22:24:55 GMT
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The library was a strange place for Kasumi in terms of its functions— occasionally she’d come to read for her own pleasure, even though she could simply purchase a book and do so at home with a glass of wine in one hand, whereas other times she came for more… questionable reasons. It was always nice to have as many connections as possible, even if they were shallow and not necessarily helpful in terms of tactical value, but they had their advantages either way. She was currently perusing the fiction section of the establishment, running her delicate fingers over the spines as her eyes flit from one title to the next. [break] “Ah, there we are,” she murmured to herself as she found the particular novel she’d been looking for, a book authored by someone named Máire Callaghan— one that was currently considered to be the most popular around Sundial and was therefore bound to draw some attention to her by way of share of interest. Sliding it out of its home within the shelves, Kasumi moved toward one of the empty seats scattered around the building, finding her familiar having already “reserved” one for her to occupy. [break] How darling of you, Vasi, Kasumi chuckled quietly as the words connected, lowering herself to comfortably sit where he’d taken claim of. She was actually a bit curious about the book in question— there had to be some value in it, and she might even purchase it herself to genuinely read. [break] Saved you some time, though, Vasilios purred, adjusting himself to sit languidly at her side, resting his entrancingly marked head upon his witch’s lap. Kasumi's hand instinctively went to run her fingers over his exposed fur, as he’d forgone his headpiece for their little excursion, before opening the novel and running her eyes over the words found there.
306 words ● saoirse ó floinn ● sorry it's rather short but since it's a starter i didn't really know what else to say yet rip <3
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Jul 29, 2017 12:20:27 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] today, she strays from her usual path towards the market. rather than a direct to-and-from trip to buy supplies for her pantry, saoirse decides to head to the library. it's a spontaneous decision with no prior thought and she surprises herself with the sudden urge. as she travels down the cobblestone path, she runs a list of things in her head of what she'd do. say hello to the librarian, perhaps borrow a book, take a look at how her own books have fared with the public. yes, that sounds like a plan. [break][break]
the library is always a sight to marvel at. its architecture archaic and historic, it stretches towards the sky, boasting a magnificence that can't be rivalled by any other building. the second she steps in, she is overcome with a calming sensation, the noise from the streets outside drowned out immediately. it's an appeasing silence, with only the slightest of sounds being able to heard. [break][break]
she passes by the head librarian with a respectful incline of her head and strides towards the shelves. she's not sure what sort of book she wants to borrow; did she want fiction or non-fiction? she wasn't working on any essay recently and the next instalment of her series wouldn't be coming around for at least another few months. walking up and down the aisles, she decides to bypass borrowing a book and enters the Fiction section. [break][break]
she finds the row for the letter c easily, and her finger travels down the spines of old and new books as she searches for the letters 'C A L'. Cabret, Cadwollan, Caesar, Cairn, Call. Ah, there it is. Along the spine of one of the books is the name 'M. Callaghan'. It almost feels surreal as she stares at, what is essentially, herself. She is Saoirse, but she is also Maire. She opens to the back of the book where the recordings of past borrows are and is immensely pleased to see it near full and ready for a second listing. it's always gratifying to see how the fruits of her effort are appreciated by the public. [break][break]
satisfied, she puts the book back in the shelf and turns to leave. it's then when she sees a familiar figure; the woman from the gala. she's holding a book. her book. blinking, she can't help herself but suddenly say, "are you a fan of m-maire's novels?" her heart thuds heavily at the near slip and she scolds herself for being so hasty and impulsive. play it off as if it's natural. she does not let her expression betray any of the turmoil she suddenly went through and she covers it up with an expected smile. it wasn't too noticeable, was it? [break][break]
Post by kasumi akamatsu on Jul 30, 2017 1:16:50 GMT
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The novel was actually a rather decent — and enjoyable — read, something Kasumi could consider buying for her own pleasure, so she supposed the “hype” wasn’t very unwarranted; the book was rather well-written, after all. While she was reading — or, really, half reading — Kasumi often glanced up and around her to see if she could pinpoint anyone that she could approach instead. [break] Despite this, Vasilios noticed the woman staring before Kasumi does, as the witch was actually rather interested in what the novel had to offer and was in that moment back to reading, and she had to look rather convincing regardless; that was primarily why Vasilios had come with her— to be her eyes and ears whilst she was busying herself by looking like an innocent witch trying to find a quiet place to read. [break] There’s a woman; she saw you and she seems surprised. Fair warning,” Vasilios’ gruff tone percolates into her mind. Kasumi’s eyes quickly flit, sharply, toward the approaching figure before raising her head to look at them properly. Something about the woman seemed familiar, but Kasumi couldn’t place her finger on it. [break] “Oh, yes, I’ve just decided to start reading them properly— everyone says such nice things about her work, and I’m quite a reader in my spare time,” Kasumi replied swiftly, her originally stiff — almost defensive — demeanor softening into a comfortable, pleasant seeming woman. “I’m guessing you’re a fan yourself?” [break] While Kasumi was speaking to the witch, Vasilios was regarding her with a much more calculating expression, as though analyzing her for any discrepancies. He doesn’t say a word, remaining silent, observant— a dark cat with the piercing eyes of a hawk closing in on its prey; this behavior wasn’t uncommon of him, so those who knew or met him wouldn’t— or really shouldn’t — be surprised. [break] Kasumi set the book down as she spoke, the novel in question rested neatly upon the tabletop with the page she was on still open. “It’s a very well-written work, wouldn’t you say?” Kasumi continued with a quirk of her brow and smile on her lips. [break] “Oh, Merlin, I’m being a bit rude. Come, sit,” she implored, gesturing toward the empty seat at the table she was occupying. “I’d love to hear your opinions on the series.”
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Aug 14, 2017 4:57:24 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] warmth blooms within her chest, soft pink blossoming on the tips of her ears at the praise of her work. barely holding back her joy, she beams at the taller woman. her fingers tingle with excitement and she hides the slight tremble as she strokes the spine of one of her books, Canopus. she pulls it out under the pretence of wanting to read it, running a hand down the cover of the book. hugging it to her chest, she nods at the woman's inquiry, "yes! i'm rather fond of her, i've read all of her books three times already!"'more like three million from all that editing.'
[break][break]she grips Canopus tightly, eyes falling upon the same copy that the other held. "Canopus is a good point to start from." it's a genuine and honest comment upon her works; after starting Symposium, she'd found her writing to have improved drastically after the release of her first work, Yggdrasil. if she were to offer suggestions on what to read, she definitely would have suggested to start her series before her other works.
[break][break]her eyes continue to rove around, settling on the familiar cheetah she remembers from the gala. feigning ignorance, she pretends to marvel at him, smiling appreciatively at his colouration and beauty. tentatively holding out a hand out of habit to ask for a handshake, she murmurs softly, "he's beautiful."
[break][break]she breaks out of her stupor, blinking rapidly at the woman's question. "oh. oh, yes! her writing style is...distinct, it's different." she falters slightly on her own appraisal of herself, unsure of how to describe her writing. "I enjoy it very much."
[break][break]following after the woman as she approaches an empty table, Saoirse slides into the seat across, placing her book down. rubbing her hand against the cover again, she says after a momentary pause of contemplation, "i guess you could say i was part of the hype when the first book of Symposium came out. i really liked her writing from the start and the plot was pretty engaging. she takes three years to write a book and I think both books so far are amazing." stopping, she feels her heart thud heavily; she could offer this much for now as an opinion. goodness, this was difficult. she looks towards the other woman, "what do you think of it so far?" [break][break]
ooc: lmao just make it up for now, i'm going to be thinking up some plots for the series.[break]
Post by kasumi akamatsu on Nov 3, 2017 22:33:51 GMT
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Kasumi settled backward, shoulder blades dented with wood, palms sliding against the table to rest neatly at the border before the floor; her leg slid over her knee, and her eyes— why, her eyes never left the woman’s face. They told of roses, sickening flowers reaching skyward; a personal favorite, for there was nothing better to mask the brutality of death. Though in these moments, they spoke not of ruin, but of a more sickly kindness; silky, soft, yet wrought with deliberation. Not in such a way to incite fear — no, she would not allow it, for the spider knows better than the crow — but to push shrewd curiosity. [break] One hand lurked forward just then, fingers idly toying with the edge of the page, urging to see more yet resigning for what they had. Kasumi’s brow rose, her chin tilting back before her eyes once more broke from the girl and instead to the pages she was so carefully handling. “Well, I’m glad I had enough sense to pick this one out then— you would of course know better than me; besides, it’s nice to know I’m not the only… passionate reader this side of Salem.” [break] She broadened her smile then, pulling from her a look of warmth. [break] “Don’t flatter him further,” she tittered with a noncommittal sway of her hand, a momentary flight from its perch upon the desk. “You’ll only make him preen.” Her gaze lazily captured the feline’s, lips morphing into a more simper manner, before she returned to the woman, smirk turning smile once more— calm, unassuming. [break] “Well, such quality is expected for a three year project. Coupled with talent, I would have colored myself surprised if the author hadn’t collected some level of success,” she acknowledged with an airy laugh, though despite her mildly deceptive essence, she did hold truth in her words. A flash of a memory she’d long cast aside threatened to pierce her demeanor, but the fight was lost upon it; she remained poised, coaxing away the thought before it became problematic. [break] “I will admit I haven’t gotten as far as I’d have liked to form an opinion worthy of someone of your keen interest, but the quality is promising and the story is well-developed— very engaging, someone I can appreciate rather much. I think… I may take this one home” — her idle hand rose to cast aside a stray lock of crimson — “to, ah, experience it further.” [break] I’m surprised asking her name has very suddenly slipped your mind. [break] Kasumi’s eyes glanced toward the cheetah for a brief moment before returning. It would be rude to ask before engaging in some sort of pleasantries. [break] Her companion remained silent, having nothing further to say to his master, though the witch heeded his words. [break] “Oh, I believe I’ve forgotten to ask your name? We are having a nice little chat— it’d be rude of me to leave a face with no name.”
