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.
[break][break]they set off in the morning so that they can get through the forest quickly before it becomes dark. [break][break] the novices of different covens have taken with them fledglings-- the adventurers trudge forward as one group in a simplistic formation. the reddish pillar that stains the sky seems to loom over them, but it's impossible to tell how far it is. birds chirp anxiously from the trees- they have not entered the true forest of Percival yet, and they are still not too far from sundial. in the distance, there is a grave with a freshly kept rose resting on top of it. [break][break] just then the main road swerves to the right-- however, the red streak beckons them to abandon the road entirely and continue forward. in the distance, from the vague direction of the streak across the sky, there is the howling of something unknown. [break][break] it appears their journey has just begun.
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for every post (barring the introductory one), there will be at least two obvious choices and a variety of other ways the characters can interact with the setting. of the choices, one will lead to a more favorable progression than the other. making the wrong choice may lead to injury, halted progression or any other ill effect. if three wrong choices are made, it is likely that a character will die
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this is an introductory phase. you may post below and have your characters interact with each other and the setting in any way you like. there is no word limit. the round will end in 48 hours, no punishment will be inflicted for failing to post. [break][break]
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Aug 14, 2017 15:07:05 GMT
that was you.
his eyes are fixed on that bolt of red -- it bisects the sky into two broken halves, the air still cool in the hour they set off. the wilderness is not entirely unfamiliar to him, a boon of his rank ( or bane, for the more cautious and less stupid ), but neither would he consider himself comfortable within it. it is by sheer virtue of regular exposure to reckless stunts that he feels little apprehension to this raid; his familiar takes it a step further, and seems utterly at ease, each stride easily doubling maddox's own, had the witch been walking alongside his familiar.
thankfully, the moose is in an amiable enough mood to allow for passengers.
they flank the group at a leisurely pace, though maddox is careful to guide moosely -- who has, outside the city walls, resumed his typical, ridiculous height -- away from accidentally hitting anyone with those antlers. the sharp click of hooves against cobblestone is muted to deceptively quiet footsteps for a beast that large, and the berth that people naturally give grants him the ability to feign unfamiliarity with several other coven members that he's seen around. instead, he does his best attempt at looking like a reasonably competent novice, and the general aura of disdain that moosely exudes makes maddox seem all the friendlier.
"you know, if you close your eyes, it's like we're just going on a picnic," he tells sima, who perches behind him atop moosely, lips quirked into a smile. "a very fun picnic, just towards a mysterious red streak in the sky, because that's not dangerous at all."
he twists around to regard the surroundings, eyes dancing in the light; a bright yellow bird hops off a branch to eye the group of travellers, and, towards the back, he swears he sees a familiar face. he squints, offers a tentative grin over sima's shoulder, but can't quite catch a good look before another moves to block his target. maddox returns his attention to the path ahead ( which decides to take a right turn, though the red streak demands otherwise ).
an offhanded comment, fueled more by idle curiosity than anything else, directed at zephyr as he waits for their scouts to do their thing: "hey, at the back -- was that sirius i just saw?"
Things were so much different now. A lot of time had passed, a lot of time to think and recover. Sybil had been bent and broken, utterly destroyed from whatever had happened... Still, nobody knew. But in a way he had come back stronger, still maintaining that shy yet sweet nature of his, but with a much more careless attitude towards things. Fear was just a word to him now, nothing could make him feel so afraid than that night, surely not? Sybil was numb, there was no denying that. He tried many things to feel alive again, missions, spells, 'friends' - none of it worked. But he did find a thrill in staring into the face of danger every once in a while. It was a new like of his, but when the sky lit up with a crimson beacon, it was practically calling his name.
In a way, he felt like it was made for him. A place for him to renew and get things back to the way they were again. He felt like there was no place for him here, nobody could keep him safe and his family were... Difficult. They showed first signs of love for a few days before everything returned to normal. All of this led to now, a band of witches trudging through the darkness and outside the walls.
"Wow." he exhaled quietly, letting out nothing but a hushed whisper as the reflection of red flickered in his pupils. This was nothing, in fact, it was beautiful. "Are you seeing this Arveen?" His familiar was nowhere to be seen, but an echo in his mind confirmed his question. "That's where I'm headed. Where we're headed."
His hand gripped tightly onto the broomstick he had recently acquired. Despite his lack for magical talent, he was surprisingly good at flying on the broom and harnessing trinkets. It was annoying though, as much as he loved owning his own special broom, he always thought about how much he could save if his giraffe let him ride his back.
"It's somewhat pointless y'know, how I have to ride on a broom when you could get me there in probably the same time or less." Sybil grunted, rolling his eyes. Arveen simply screeched back in disagreement. Sybil knew he hated giving lifts like a cart or horse, but he knew he would one day.
Hopping on, Sybil would gradually start gliding through the air, above the people below. There was no need to talk to anyone, after all, he'd hate to get attached and watch them die or get hurt... There were too many familiar faces down there, faces he needed to forget for his sake and theirs.
[attr="class","scrollz"]He had been smoking out on his balcony when he saw it. The streak of red, like a gash in the sky oozing blood red light. JP watched as it traveled over his head and pass the sturdy walls of the city. Curious, but too high to do much, he retreated to his bed. Whatever it was the covens or someone will deal with it. Besides, it’s not like it’s directly affecting him.
The morning after and those that followed proved him all too wrong. Some weird treatise or the other prevented the covens from sending any official team to deal with the red streak and so volunteers would be needed. It was supposedly going to be a “dangerous expedition into the wilderness”. The city dwellers didn’t know what the dangerous of the wild like he did. The scar on his face reminded him of that every time he looked in a mirror.
He signed up quietly and quickly, not wanting to lose a chance to go and discover the secrets of the crimson comet. If he could travel to and from Gale Valley relatively unharmed he was sure he’d be able to handle this little adventure.
The group set off early in the morning, which JP was not a fan of, and had reached the forest soon enough. There weren’t many familiar faces in the mass of people but the pink haired punk did recognize Korrine and chose to stay near her, glad to know at least one person. And then there was some guy with a big ass moose. JP couldn’t help but be a bit envious. His own familiar was huge as well, more than capable of supporting his weight, but she rarely ever talked to the boy. A ride upon her silky wings probably wasn’t going to happen.
Post by Charani Petrov on Aug 15, 2017 0:50:47 GMT
TAGS @ya nerds NOTES look a boy and his puppy
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This mission was filled with fetus. Feti? Fetuses? What is the correct word? He should look it up when they get back for sure. In the mean time he was walking along next Teddy, the small saint bernard happily bounding alongside his witch. The creature was small even outside the city... unlike a majority of the other familiars they seemed to have. He could see a giant giraffe for starters.
He was fun sized. The grass was nice. They were going on a long walk for this... following that damn red streak in the sky. What would they find? Where would they go. Where did it come from... stricken down for copyright? He couldn't be sure. All he knew was all of this felt off. He didn't like it. It probably had to do with how many fledglings there were here. Or what he assumed were fledglings. There were plenty of people here younger than himself or around his age. That usually meant fledgling.
On the plus side he knew @perseus was going to be here. So that was always a good thing. Honestly he was looking around the group for the other boy. He was near the back right side of the little gathering of witches. Somewhere in between the fledgling horde in the middle and the novices that were littered around the group. Honestly it probably would be smart to break up into squads later on. Have a captain... probably a novice and maybe an apprentice or two in the group. The rest would be fledglings. It might be needed later. He should probably have suggested it before they left.
The road seemed to veer off from where they needed to go. He could see the trees delve deeper along the path of the red streak in the sky. The actual part of the forest they had to worry about. He had to keep as many people safe as he could. He had to keep Percy safe most of all. He breathed in a deep sigh as he walked at a reasonable pace, keeping his eye out for his date mate. I mean was there ever not an excuse to hold hands? Exactly.
[attr="class","gearcore"]Zephyr was a city kid, so he hadn't made his legs with the wilderness and its unpredictable terrain in mind. Unable to feel anything below the thigh, he was prone to tripping over rocks, tumbling into ditches, getting snagged by unearthed roots, and getting stuck in puddles. Thankfully, he'd at least had the foresight to bring a broomstick along with him.
Spock, however, was truly a monkey at heart, and was happily swinging around the treetops as Zephyr hovered on his broom just a few feet above the ground to match Moosely's height. A few of the Jesters had climbed up to play with her, and she was quite enjoying outpacing them among the branches.
Unlike his brother, Zephyr had already greeted the majority of people there with familiarity, regardless of coven. After all, being friendly towards Leviathans wasn't so suspicious when he treated everyone else similarly. Having met with some of the more skilled witches (including the giant of a woman he'd met in a not-quite-nightmare) before setting off, they'd agreed to space themselves up to surround and protect the less powerful witches. He and Mads would be two of the people taking the lead, since Spock could scout ahead and Moosely could act as a living meatshield (though that benefit had been spoken more eloquently at the time).
Unfortunately, neither of them really knew where they were going, so when the path deviated from the direction of the streak, he stopped. Glancing between their target and the path for a second or two, he finally looked straight up to the sky.
"Oi! Juls an' seeker kid! Is it worth stayin' on this road?" he shouted up to the people flying above the trees, pointing off to the right. He wasn't familiar enough with this area to know if it twisted back around in the direction they wanted, or if it would just take them to some isolated part of the forest. Although he could have flown up himself to get a better look himself, he wasn't so sure about how his current passenger, a girl new to his coven, dealt with heights.
Before receiving an answer, Mads muttered something about Sirius, causing Zeph's head to whip around with absolutely no ounce of subtlety. True enough, he gloomiest assassin was sulking at the back. With even less subtlety than a few moments before, he grinned and waved.
Xuan glanced at the sky again, at the red streak seeming to cleave the sky in two, musing quietly to himself as he signed himself up for the exploration. Unrest and unease was sinking slowly into the witches, he could hear it from the gossip, see it in the tightness around the eyes of its residents and for a mark like this to appear out of the midst. Something was up.
Morning came after a night of empty dreams and after leaving breakfast and a note out for Wei and the customers of his small store, Xuan was heading outside the barriers of Sundial. A whim at first when he had learned that dear little Kasimir had volunteered himself, but mixed with a dangerous dose of pure curiosity and here he was, walking through a forest surrounded by mostly strangers.
I'm still here. Xue Mei assured him and a cool breeze settled the anxiety that arose. And remember you also have a sword and shield if need be. Xuan briefly looked back to find a certain redhead. He sighed upon spotting him, the stoic expression was still plastered on despite their little 'meeting' days ago. It seemed his brittle bones were keen on breaking. I doubt it. Xuan replied, before looking back at the sky. Kasimir, naughty little Kasimir, should have been nursing his wounds yet here he is, at the back of this 'protection' formation.
He overheard the comment about a certain 'Sirius' at the back and paused a little. What a funny name. Came Xue Mei's comment and Xuan silently agreed.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Aug 15, 2017 13:37:36 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
the dawning of day sees crimson banners of war flying at full mast across the horizon, arcing high above the heavens as a taunt, mockery, a call to arms and a baying for blood. ironic, kasimir thinks, that it is such a parallel to the day he was born - the sky weeping sanguine for the proclamation of death.
he wonders: who will die this day? it seems like a mere fairytale possible that they may leave this forest without a single casualty. ( a morbid aside: perhaps it will be himself that is to be sacrificed - it would be a fitting end for one such as he )
steps silent like the mist: left, right, left, right; flames churn beneath the ligaments of his spine, waiting for a single flicker, a trigger, a brush of creeping darkness to fan out in brilliant flares of fire. kasimir brings up the rear, shatterglass eyes sweeping over the edge of the forest, lingering on the deep shadows and crevices where light cannot expose the nightmares potentially hidden; the beating heart of the forest echoes in his ears slow and steady, timeless like the ancient entity it is. so far, nothing appears to be of explicit threat, however he can no more trust the deceptive placidity of the wind than he can the silent shadows that pool within the boughs and leaves and shrubbery. the moment seems poised on the edge of a razor’s edge, ready to shatter given the slightest proclamation; the universe holds its breath.
or perhaps it is the paranoia tattooed along the curve of his ribcage, writ in blood of hard-learned instincts, that speaks for him this morn. kasimir, after all, is not one for large groups of rowdy witches that all but present themselves as a beautifully vulnerable target - there is a giant giraffe, and a moose, by the stars - discretion seems nothing but a distant, fond memory to be lamented when they lie, broken and bleeding on the forest floor.
a blink - he catches sight of ink-dark hair ahead - xuan jin, and his limbs ache in not-entirely-phantom pain. kirjava snarls in hatred and fear in the back of his mind; he hurts still - but it is luck indicative of his life that the very reason why he had volunteered for such an expedition ( that is, to get away from his tormenter ) has followed him thus.
no: that is a lie. it is not his entire motivation, in all honesty - kasimir, loathe as he is to admit it, feels a certain amount of obligation to the responsibility his rank affords - that is, to assure the safety of those less experienced. that there are people within this crowd that he recognises, that he feels morally bound to defend - the brunet boy with the giraffe comes to mind ( he remembers still the bloody slices, the filaments that the boy had been reduced to ), as does the tanned blond boy ( falling, inevitable oblivion and an unblinking eye ) and the other brown-haired boy - they, he vows silently, will not die thus this time.
speaking of people he recognises. movement catches his eye - towards the front of the group, two very ( unfortunately ) familiar faces catch his eye, maddox with his truly ridiculous giant moose, zephyr on a broomstick ( upon which another girl he knows also sits - saorise ó floinn - also whom he would rather not see dead ) and waving at him without even the slightest hint of subtlety.
kasimir shoots the blond an unimpressed look, raising his eyebrows fractionally. to the dark-haired purifier, well. he is simply grateful that he is not within audible distance - were he as such, kasimir has no doubt he would have been greeted by a truly atrocious pun.
[attr="class","intext"]Sima stared off towards the red streak, a foreboding feeling in his gut. She'd volunteered for this mostly because Maddox was going and after the nightmare she simply didn't like the idea of doing dangerous things apart, but she certainly wasn't excited about this. None of this seemed like it was going to go well, but she kept her worried thoughts to herself. She focused on the area around them. They were still on the road, but the road veered one way and the red streak demanded they go another. They currently waited for scouts to help decide which way they would take. The road would be nicer because they could travel faster and they wouldn't be in as much danger, but if the road didn't take them near where they needed to go, then bushwhacking it was.
"You know, if you close your eyes, it's like we're just going on a picnic, a very fun picnic, just towards a mysterious red streak in the sky, because that's not dangerous at all." Sima rolled her eyes at Maddox's statement, but she smiled and laughed a little.
"A cookout would be more fun, don't you think? Especially with all these people." And she gestured down to the group. She had a nice view of them up on Moosely's back, but didn't really recognize most of them. A few stuck out as people she'd met at the large pasta dinner they'd hosted, but none of them well enough to make any real effort to talk to. And then there was Eleanor, a certainly familiar face. Sima wasn't entirely sure why she was here, considering she lived in Eclipse, but she chocked it up to the coven requesting her return. "Maybe we could do one after this." She lazily offered as she looked back towards the red light. She tightened her fists as a howl echoed down through the trees. It was a terrible sound and Sima wrapped an arm around Maddox's waist.
Sirius? "Who's Sirius?" Sima asked and attempted to follow Maddox's gaze, but she didn't see anything that might answer her question. She looked back to Zephyr and Maddox, hoping one might answer her question.
Funny how a single event can change your whole world. Claire still remembers the blood red eyes, the coffins, the choking to death until her vision dim, she collapsed, so much blood—
She shudders as memories come flooding back. Suddenly she knows of the virtue of patience, of holding back. Suddenly she is not so reckless anymore. Suddenly she does not take every single challenge that arose. Having feeling death, Claire now won't be so quick to throw life away anymore.
When she received orders from Medeia, Claire almost want to refuse. The very nightmare hits repeat inside the novice's mind, and Claire has difficulty agreeing. However her voice is firm as she accepts, for duty precedes self-preservation. And so shr gathers her belongings and set out to the Forest of Percival.
So many fledglings, Claire thinks, needless to mention, she is worried. For the nth time thoughts run wild inside Claire's mind. She shut her eyes, tight, and with all her conscious mind rid her brain of destructive thoughts. Blood, violence, death: all shoved to the deepest part of her consciousness, hopefully unreachable throughout the setting. The only thought that remains—
Lucena Zamore.
A faint smile, a blush. Warmth. Claire opens her eyes and sees her, only her, as if the rest of the world does not exist. She does not notice the group, though she notes the guy from that—and the mission as well. There are familiar faces, but all does not matter except for Lucena. Her heart begins beating faster, but this time, it isn't because of fear.
Quite the opposite, if she must say.
Originally she was up front, but then decides to turn her tides. Claire begins weaving through the crowd for Lucena. Are her eyes deceiving her, or are there two of the same white-haired woman? From afar they look exactly the same, save for the wardrobe. Claire really cannot tell the difference, even when she's right there beside them.
"Which one of you is... oh, it's you," Claire realizes upon remembering Lucena's unique eye color.
Claire formally bows at them, just a little dip of her head. "This isn't a favorable circumstance, but still I am glad to meet both of you. I hope you remember me, Lucena."
Then she turns her attention towards the other twin whose name remain unknown. "My name is Claire Fermont. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I've been watching your kindness keep A lonely company Look at the fire and think of me I've been watching you creep Around my wandering feet Trying for years to flee
Lucena could sense the seed of doubt that was slowly building within her, her chin tilted towards the skies while her eyes were enraptured with the stark red that seemed to stain it; harrowing thoughts of what could happen plaguing her troubled mind and the concern about the safety of her own twin sister. Astartia was the last of her blood related family and she could only pray that their curious group would be careful with their endeavours. She eventually turns her gaze towards the beaten path, eyes idly wandering between the unfamiliar faces of their group before her attention lands on her sister; her gaze softening at the sight of the one familiar face.
“I know this is one thing that no one wants to hear, but Astartia, please promise me that if anything bad happens when we find where we need to be that you’ll be careful.” Lucena manages to speak up though her voice was quiet almost as if she was fearful of breaking the silence she shared with her sibling. She could not afford the loss of her own sister and the events of the nightmares that plagued the citizens of Sundial only fed her fear; there was something terribly wrong brewing within the city and she was certain that the events as of late were only the quiet before the storm would be unleashed.
“Let’s make it through together like we always have in the past.” She encourages before extending her arm out to give a playful nudge to her sister while a small laugh threatens to leave her at the gesture though her breath seems to catch when she notices another familiar face making their way towards them– Claire Fermont.
Lucena could feel her heart slow at the sight of the woman, her cheeks momentarily flushing with a light blush; she could remember her encounter with Claire that night in Eclipse Town vividly. Lucena tears her gaze from the blonde after a moment, leaning in to whisper to Astartia, “That’s the girl I was talking about.” She vaguely mentions, unsure whether her sister would remember their conversation when she returned back to Sundial the day after.
“It is me, it’s good to see you again Claire.” Lucena manages through a quiet laugh, realizing that the woman had to take a brief moment to differentiate between her sibling’s appearance and her own.
“I hope we can meet again under better circumstances, I enjoyed your company the last time we were together.” She allows a small smile to settle onto her lips though her gaze eventually settles onto her twin once more; allowing the opportunity for Astartia to introduce herself.
tl;dr: Lucena is walking in the back of the group with Astartia for now and currently chatting up Claire. She now has two fears.
Post by julius kingston on Aug 16, 2017 15:29:28 GMT
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if my woman were a fire, oh she'd burn out before i wake[break]
AND BE REPLACED BY PINTS OF WHISKEY, CIGARETTES, AND OUTER SPACE---
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Julius does not know where Hermione is. It is a thought that unnerves him down to the core- the on-edge feeling of that nightmare from days past. Hermioe being in the sky is not new to him- and maybe she has flown away from him at this distance plenty of times before. And it is not as though he has constantly been aware of her presence before- but for some reason, it is a thought that maes his eyes rather wary despite the easy going smile on his face.
[break][break] "Sure~" he hollered to Zeph, and as he took off he caught sight of the silver-haired girl from his last mission. He nodded briefly and spared her a wave.
[break][break] He takes off on the broom as the group trudges deeper into the forest- and as he does he finds his head whipping downwards to locate Cassiy. His body relaxes instantly when he feels that Hermione is a little closer, but the anxiety persists as Cassidy's face faces to the size of a small boulder on the ground.
[break][break] "Is that you, again?" he asks, eyeing Sybil with a bit of a dulled curiosity. The only reason that he had come into the woods was because he knew a good portion of the people that were tagging along (and of course because he was an idiot when it came to running around in the pursuit of curiosity).
[break][break] The broom he's holding on to slants easily as he maneuvers to the side in an attept to get a better view of the forking paths...
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Sybil Chime @asartia Zephyr Hart | says sure to zeph and nods at tart, asks sybil if it's sybil or nah; checks out which route is better from above.
[break][break] in the skies the scouts will find that the path flanking to the right does not exactly lead in the direction they want to go- it twists and turns and seems to come close to the red streak but does not quite reach it before veering on and becoming overshadowed by the canopy. the attempt to forge a path ahead will likely be met by trial considering how thick the vegetation seems to be, but it might be more time efficient. the red streak can be seen to be coming from a clearing of sorts, but even with the shortest route, it is still quite the walk away. [break][break] before they can reach a suitable decision, however, a gigantic bird soars through the sky- forcing Sybil Chime and julius kingston to swerve downwards (and likely displacing them from the group by a fair bit)-- the bird casts a huge shadow over the group but does no harm and instead flies ahead of them in the straight forward path- towards and through the red streak in the sky. [break][break] in the jittery chaos following that sudden arrival, the group has probably anxiously looked around themselves. while some rush to help their fallen scouts and others glance wearily into different directions in fear of a preliminary attack, the group on the west wing (the furthest right) notices something else. [break][break] half her body hiding behind a tree is a young girl, no more than eight years old with striking sheer-white hair and blue eyes. she beckons to the travelers, mouthing the word "help".
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Sybil Chime and julius kingston have fallen off their brooms or have made forced and unexpected landings away from the group[break][break]
a large monster has sailed overhead and straight past the group, towards their general destination before disappearing behind the red streak.[break][break]
a girl standing partially behind a tree on the right side is motioning to the ones on the side and asking for help. [break][break] what do you do? [break][break] this round will end in 48hours. failure to post may result in mild to moderately negative consequences for the character. [break][break] goodluck! [break][break]
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Aug 16, 2017 16:19:17 GMT
that was you.
zephyr waves at sirius; maddox, seeing the actions of his brother, abandons any sense of subtlety ( not that he had much in the first place, giant moose and all ), mirrors the action. "a guy i went on a few missions with," he answers sima lightly, a hand reaching to brush over hers in what he hopes is a vaguely comforting gesture. his eyes return to the scouts flying high above. "i wonder what--"
it happens very quickly: the giant bird, sweeping over them in what a more poetic person would envision to be a shadow of death itself ( moosely gives a snort, an oddly underwhelming gesture of disapproval in the face of danger ), and after the breath in which the wings pass by, he sees julius falling. there's a flicker of movement by his side, and he swears he sees a ghost-like flash of white hair, but frankly, that's secondary at this point. he pauses only to give zephyr a worried glance, but by then, he's already moving.
"holy shit." he urges moosely onwards before any proper consideration crosses his mind, a mere brush against the consciousness of the familiar and moosely surges forward, over a thousand pounds of determined moose charging dead ahead. a brief thought to warn sima crosses his mind. "hold on tight," he says breathlessly, belatedly, but at this point moosely is running with more speed than a regular moose would be capable of -- a moment of sheer absurdity as the familiar launches himself into the air, not anything quite like flying but a terrifying step forward that swallows up the ground beneath them.
"julius, man," and he's swinging off moosely, hand outstretched in an offer to help julius up. he's not a doctor, but he wishes he had paid more attention when aeris was reminding him about treating injuries. 'walk it off' is, apparently, not an adequate answer to all his problems. "uh, anything broken?"
[attr="class","intext"]Oh, so a friend of some sort. Maddox didn't elaborate, so Sima didn't ask further. Instead she followed Maddox's eyes to Julius. Sima had never really talked to him, but she was already predisposed to disliking him considering what he'd done to Rowan during the coven dinner. It'd been simply so unnecessary and rude and it rubbed Sima the wrong way. She recognized, though, that he and Maddox were friends, though, so she kept her displeasure to himself. And then there was someone else in the sky. Sima didn't recognize him, but he looked young. Was he a scout?
Ah— A shadow passed over them and Sima held his breath, as if the mere sound of breathing might alert it to them, might make it turn around and descend upon them, but nothing seemed to faze it and it continued on its way through the red light. Sima couldn't see it once it passed through and he wasn't sure if the light obscured the shape or if somehow the monster entered the light and simply didn't come out the other side. Eyes snapped forward, though, as with a grunt from Moosely they were running and Sima had to throw herself forward and grab onto Maddox just to keep from being thrown off. Why were they running? She looked at the sky again, expecting another monster coming towards them, but while thankfully there were none, she did see Julius falling from his broom. Where was the other one?
They made it to Julius quickly and Maddox swung off Moosely with more grace than she'd expected considering the sheer height of the familiar. Her own dismounting was significantly less graceful, but she didn't spare it the thought. She looked at Julius and then around as she spoke: "The other one. There was someone else up there. Where'd he— Oh!" There he was, thankfully nearby. She quickly ran over and offered a hand to Sybil. "Are you okay?"
tl;dr: Sima tries to help Sybil. I'm assuming they fell near each other???? I can edit if anyone wants it's nbd ;v;
