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 heath ambroise on Aug 25, 2017 7:14:38 GMT
It was starting to feel like he would pull his second all nighter. Too bad he wasn’t doing anything productive with it. He had picked a direction and began walking and then eventually jogging. Sinclair clung onto his shoulder and listened to the witch’s steady pants. He let his feet take the lead and the blonde lost himself in his actions. He didn’t plan on where he was going to be fair and he didn’t care either. He ran harder and harder, pushing himself up hills and then sprinting all the way back down. He went around a couple fountains, a decorative bush, and even down some alleys. After a few attempts at low ley parkour he gave up and went back to running. It was way easier when he didn’t have to think about anything.
“Look there.” Heath stopped as the terrain underneath him changed. Solid stone made way for sand. He blinked as he stood on the edge. Waves crashed on the shore. It was nice. It was intimidating. "Yeah, the ocean is scary at night…” he murmured to his familiar about to turn on his heel and leave. He wanted to stay moving. He would stop when his body was weak from exhaustion and he could black out on the floor of his apartment. Sinclair smacked the side of his head. “Over THERE!” The coati’s voice was louder in his mind, his patience strained already. He took a few tentative steps forward and squints. Cutting through the dark depths was movement. Curious now, even though this would not actually help him sleep at all, he moved even closer until he was standing just before the shore staring into the distance.
Now that he was farther away from the lights on the boardwalk his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The blonde rubbed his eyes in case he was starting to hallucinate. Was he? Could he be? He thought that only happened after the 3rd day without sleep.
”What the flying fuck.”
”I think you mean swimming fuck, Heath.
”What the swimming fuck???”
”Better.”
Heath waited for a moment before lifting his hand for a small wave. He should not be doing this he should be running. But he had to know. He had to investigate it was part of his job. It was partly how he made a living in Sundial. He felt the desire to write bubble up.
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[attr="class","t1contentscroll"]taylan is, contrary to the opinions of unsuspecting witnesses, not a merman. he is, however, a florist with a penchant for solitary ocean swims at odd hours, accompanied only by the barely visible silhouette of iris. but where he breaks the surface silently, the dolphin arcs above, trailing glitter drops -- she lands with an obnoxious splash. at this time of night, the ocean yawning vast and infinitely before them, the silence swallows up any noise they make. [break][break]
he stares up at the sky blankly, and for a moment, reconsiders the life decisions that he's made to bring him to the point of 3am swims in the ocean. it is a move that is aesthetically desperate as it is pleasing, and he supposes he has to settle for the unreadable gaze of the moon above as his witness. he takes a breath, feels the cold air settle in his lungs, and dives back underwater. [break][break]
the water closes over his head, and, for the most part, he is blind, with only his familiar to guide him. but, then again, it was her who dragged him out here in the first place ( but, after two decades of wrestling with a stubborn dolphin familiar, he is resigned to the fact that she will, ultimately, get what she wants ). he stays underwater until his lungs begin to burn, and, surfacing not too far away, becomes suddenly aware that he is no longer alone.[break][break]
( he gives credit where credit is due: it is iris who pauses first, iris who nudges him to alert him to the presence of a stranger at the shore. )[break][break]
the dolphin pulls away, and, in a feat of classic cetacean acrobatics, arcs high over his head. taylan, on the other hand, treads water and, somewhat tentatively, returns the wave. it's a little odd, having someone else awake and at the beach at this hour. ( most people ignore mysterious movements in the water. not this guy, apparently. )[break][break]
some semblance of politeness draws him closer to shore; he cuts through the waves with the type of ease that comes with experience, but pauses just as his feet brush against sand. dark eyes gleam in dim moonlight. outlined against the yellow lights of the boardwalk, he can't quite make out the features of the stranger. "uh," he says, oh so eloquently, brows creasing in mild concern for this man who really shouldn't be out and about at this time of night, conveniently ignoring the circumstance of his own presence. "can i help you?"[break][break]
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Post by heath ambroise on Aug 26, 2017 5:00:49 GMT
Heath blinked slowly as the figures stopped and stared back. Even through the darkness he felt like he had their attention, a act proved true once he saw what he could only hope was waving. He felt pleased at the returned gesture but he was still confused. Sinclair nipped at his cheek to wake him up. Heath flinched away with a loud ‘OW?’ before the coati gave hive a couple of quick licks and a snicker. As the figure that waved moved closer, Heath waited to meet it. The closer it got however, the more he seemed to squint. He had honestly expected a fish tail but he saw muscles legs instead. He gave the stranger a very obvious once over. “What??” was his eloquent reply as he found himself forced to look up at the man. Mer??? Man??
He had to be hallucinating at this point. A pseudo merman and his flying dolphin? He shouldn’t have given this the time of day er- night. He needed to force himself home and go to sleep. He was going to be busy tomorrow. Today?? Fuck. “Could you help me?” he asked as he raised a hand and carefully put it on Taylan’s chest. He…felt solid? He supposed? Unless he could hallucinate that too. He couldn’t remember. He tried to knock himself out before he went too long without sleep. It just wasn’t ever peaceful sleep. Heath gave a small squeeze before tilting his head and giving the man a light push. “Heath you aren’t high stop fondling strangers!” Sinclair hissed which made the witch drop his hand.
“Sorry..?” he offered Taylan before glancing Sinclair. It didn’t look like he believed he wasn’t making all this up. How often did you meet people at 3 am on the ocean shore? “Morning. Aren’t you cold?” He asked too casual for having just put his hands on an absolute stranger. But he was too tired for manners at this point. And it wasn’t like he’d done anything incredibly scandalous. Sinclair just liked embarrassing him. He let the silence take over the conversation more before his eyes turned towards the ocean again. “Isn’t it dangerous there?”
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[attr="class","t1contentscroll"]there's the way the stranger's eyes drag across him that makes him want to retreat back into the water. but instead, he crosses his arms and stands firm, an eyebrow arched as the stranger moves to place a hand on his chest. he tolerates it in silence, confusion sewing his lips shut. this is certainly an unorthodox first meeting.[break][break]
he moves to cautiously bat the hand away, just as the stranger gives him a light push and an apology -- it ends in an inflection that makes him think of it as a question, one that he does not have the answer to. his arms return to being folded across his chest; taylan does not deign to answer the question at first, instead sighing out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.[break][break]
"you always greet strangers like that?" an offhanded, dismissive question that he does not expect an answer to, likely lost in the crash of waves and ocean breeze against shore.[break][break]
then comes a mention of the weather; he blinks. frowns. stares down at his own lack of a shirt. "wasn't 'til you mentioned it." he suppresses a shiver and begins to wade towards dry sand, where his clothes lie in a crumpled pile. "it's not that bad as long as don't go too far out. you should try it sometime, maybe."[break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Sept 3, 2017 17:59:16 GMT
He feels real. There was a definite firmness detectable by his investigative grasp. Sinclair was convinced anyway and that should have been enough for him. Heath watches as he crosses his arms, and somehwere in thr back of his mind he notes that its most likely a sign of defensiveness. Or cautiosness? He can't quite put a finger on it at the moment but he was aware that he had made the man uncomfortable. Not that he could blame him, given the time of day.
The blonde snickered before forcefully averting his eyes to the side. His reaction was slow but he tried to apologize properly. "I'm sorry, but I'm glad you're not a figment of my imagination." What part of that was proper HEATH!?
"You are talking too much-"
"Sorry."
The silent response was automatic as Heath's attention drifted to Taylan as he retrieved his clothes. More importantly, he turned around and Heath found himself doing another once over of the merman. Pink fluttered up to his cheeks as he took advantage of the fact that one did not meet handsome strangers often. He quickly looked back to Sinclair as the familiar chittered in his ear something unintelligible, thankful for a reason to look away. "Maybe, if you're around anyway. I wouldn't feel comfortable in dark waters." He frowned at the ocean, almost certain it had no qualms over swallowing him whole.
He looked back to the stranger. "Is this routine for you?" Because if it wasn't what could have possesed the man to come out at such a dark hour? "Shouldn't you introduce us before you continue your insuferrable digging?" Sinclair piped up as he stood indignantly on his witch's shoulders. Heath tried to shrug the coati off so hard he would fall on the ground, but Sinclair was fsmiliar enough with it and clung to the side of his head. "I am Heath and this...is the magnificently, multi faceted Sinclair." The journalist sighed as his familiar steaightned himself put, rather smug. "Good boy, but next time with more feeling." Sinclair nagged. "What can we call you?"
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he cannot shake the sensation of eyes on him even as he retrieves his clothes, draping a towel across his shoulders as the blond replies; the empty air of the beach is interrupted only by the gentle lapping of waves at the shore, and even that is enough to mute their conversation into something barely decipherable. it is incessant, he thinks with some degree of silent amusement, just like the questions that continue to flow forth.[break][break]
"old habit," he agrees, deciding that there's not much point in putting on the shirt if he's not completely dry. the shop isn't too far away, anyway; the towel will suffice. he pauses as the man's familiar speaks up; his attention shifts to the curious-looking creature hanging off the side of the witch's head, and spares him a brief flicker of sympathy. that can't be comfortable. internally, he is grateful for iris' more amiable nature; the dolphin has been nothing but accommodating and cooperative, though perhaps that only comes with age.[break][break]
"taylan. iris is the dolphin you saw earlier." his tone is brusque only by misfortune of demeanor, and not unkind. there is a slight quirk to the corner of his lips -- in the moonlight, it could possibly be interpreted as the hints of a smile. "pleasure to meet you."[break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Sept 4, 2017 4:16:03 GMT
God Bless Taylan for remaining half naked because Heath has not had such a treat in a long while. He is thankful for this small gift. As inappropriate as he was, he couldn't help but enjoy this shirtless man in silence. He is also thankful that Taylan doesn't comment on him staring. He hope he hadn't been caught. He could only pray his companion didn't know.
Heath hangs off the handsome man's every word, pathetic as that may be. Maybe if he were less tired he would have a little more self control. The witch manages a small smile and although he can't control Sinclair's attitude he is grateful for the man's patience. He tried to send an apologetic look. Although Sinclair was irritating, he never caused serious harm. The young man's eyes flickered towards the dolphin ad he quietly memorized the name before he looked back at the witch. "Oh, that explains the merman part..." he said with a laugh. Heath ran ahand through his hair as he regained his composure.
The blonde gave Iris the dolphin a nod. "Nice to meet you Iris and Taylan." he said. Heath felt more at ease now that the older man had relaxed, if only slightly. As he looked back he felt his heart jump and his face grew warmer. Shit... Heath was forced to look away and if he wanted to focus on the conversation. "Likewise... I'm curious...how did swimming at 3 am become a habit for you? Or do you not enjoy the company of others when you swim?" He wouldn't judge. After all, he looked more than capable of taking care of himself, but he was curious. He couldn't judge but any other person would say it wasn't a healthy habit to have.
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[attr="class","t1contentscroll"]the dolphin curls around him in the air, a streak of iridescent spots as she trills a greeting, brushes slightly against her witch and vanishes completely from sight. taylan, on the other hand, only gives heath a quizzical look, bemusement plain in his expression as he contemplates the notion of a merman. there's a first for everything, he supposes.[break][break]
then comes the question, and he simply shrugs it off. "i have trouble sleeping," he answers bluntly, and an eyebrow rises slightly in question, eyes intent. "you?"[break][break]
after all, what can he say? it isn't a lie. but he isn't about to blather on about his life -- he will not, he vows, prattle on about how he had loved too dangerously, or how there is an emptiness within the walls of every room he walks into no matter how crowded it may be, or how some part of him is glad for the impersonal destruction of the sea: it could take him away just like that, leave no body for the count, and few would know any better.[break][break]
but, he is sure, that heath has better things to do than listen to the ramblings of an old fool.[break][break]
the ocean breeze picks up a little more, and he does his best to suppress a shiver ( and fails, to his chagrin ). "hey, look," he says quickly before heath has a chance to answer, holding up a hand and looking vaguely apologetic. "if you want to continue to interrogate me or whatever, walk and talk?" for a moment, he is surprised by his own hospitality, but really, it wasn't as if he was going to sleep anyway. he hadn't been in the water for long enough to be tired quite yet. taylan gestures vaguely to their surroundings, starting to stroll towards the pavement closer to the row of beachfront shops. "startin' to feel the cold."[break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Sept 8, 2017 0:31:26 GMT
The young man watched intently as the dolphin moved around and then left them. He blinked the spots out of his eyes while Sinclair followed her moves intently. Heath then looked back at Taylan and shrugged. Mermen, what a ridiculous concept. But was it really for someone like him? This wasn’t the first time treading the line between reality and his own hallucinations after all. Things got weird when you were awake too long. A sparkly merman was one of the more pleasant things he could’ve come up with. Heath flashed a tired grin up at the man, caught before he can even explain himself. “Insomnia.” The way it rolls off his tongue is almost dismissive. He has lived like this for years. It’s routine at this point. He wondered if it’s bad that he was pleased they both had one thing in common now.
It wasn’t all bad. Staying up helped him stay on top of his work. He was an overachiever in that way. It helped him stay on top of everything and he was happy for that. He decided he should try to explain that before it became the focus of this. He was relieved when Taylan stopped him though. He nodded quietly and followed. Heath let the silence engulf them once more. He observed the man beside him with the same keen eye as before, and for the first time since starting the conversation began judging his intent. One did not meet the best of people out in the late hours of the night. Under the cover of darkness, a lot of unsavory people did their dealings and exchanged their shady goods. And that wasn’t a generalization, it was fact. He’d done it so many times before.
“Interview.” He looked back at the sand as he pieced together way to make that sound less rude. “I interview. I don’t force people to give me answers if they don’t want to.” Though persistent? Yes, he was a persistent man but it came with the job. Even when he wanted to get to the heart of issues, sometimes he needed to wait and worm his way into the information he actually cared about. It had probably been one of the hardest things to learn on the job. He wasn’t charismatic by any definition, but he had persistence and a calm demeanor that wasn’t as aggressive as other reporters. “And sorry. I’d offer my hoodie but you’d probably be too big for it.” He added. It would have been the other way around honestly but Heath would take what he could get in life. It’d gotten him this far.
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[attr="class","t1contentscroll"]“insomnia,” says heath, and there is a small spark of concern in taylan, a discreet glance leveled sideways with something vaguely resembling amiable worry in his eyes. quickly, however, his eyes return to the ground, not aimed in any particularly rude way, but a manner that people more familiar learn to dismiss as mere misfortune of personality.[break][break]
"interview, huh." he tests the word, and perhaps in this three a.m. haze, he finds himself not entirely opposed to the conversation. interviewing is a skill he does not have ( conversation in general, really ), and by virtue of that alone, he finds it admirable. unfortunately, he cannot express it in any way better than an awkward, albeit earnest, statement of, "that's nice." he tries not to wince. [break][break]
"it's okay," he says in response to the offer, having long been resigned to his inability to smoothly bridge conversation. "my place isn't too far away, anyway." following the path on its roundabout route would definitely take longer, though, and it is experience that led to his discovery of a more convenient back route ( experience that arose due to iris' incessant pestering to have ready access to the only expansive body of water around ). for now, however, he falls silent once again, half expecting questions to spring forth once again.[break][break]
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Post by heath ambroise on Sept 17, 2017 3:20:32 GMT
“Yes, of course you can interview me as well if you would like.” Heath offered gently as he watched Taylan mull this over. Whatever was easiest for the witch who, like himself, seemed tired but not tired enough for sleep like regular people. Heath let out a chuckle at the simple response. He didn’t mind. It was late. “Thanks. I enjoy it.” He stated as he tried to ease the other man’s concern. The blonde does his best to stay at the taller man’s side. Heath kept his mouth shut at the mention of the stranger’s home. Once again, any normal witch would’ve put off the meeting for another day, and yet here he was blindly following someone he had just met. Even still he felt something flutter in his chest. Sick Heath, sick.
“So.” The journalist started as he tried to ease them out of the silence once more. “What exactly do you do here on the beach?” he gestured towards the shops. “Or do you just live here as a retired man?” His eyes were practically glued to Taylan’s face as he began the age-old ritual of ‘guessing your age’. He didn’t want the poor guy to have a heart attack if he, in an alternate universe, ever made a pass at the man. He hadn’t before too many times but he felt he probably could now. Though the embarrassment would probably force him into a fit of laughter. Gods he was too tired to be thinking about this.
Sinclair had followed along boredly, uninterested ins his master’s newest infatuation. He had warned him before and he would warn him again when they went home. This was a waste of time. Though, it looked like the blonde would pay him no mind no matter how loudly he spoke now. Now that he was closer to his target. It made the mammal sick how childish his witch could get still. Without a word, he vanished into the ether. Heath managed to tear his eyes away for a moment. He felt a bit of dread with Sinclair gone. He was probably upset with him. Something to look forward to when he went home. Not. “I live closer to the city. Not around here, but it feels relaxing.” He added. Heath could see the appeal of the ocean but he felt more at home among trees. Even if it had been entirely too long since he’d gone home.
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[attr="class","t1contentscroll"]familiarity guides him along a winding path; he doesn't have to concentrate on where he's going, instead turning his attention to heath as he walks. "oh. i don't work at the beach." they turn the corner, and sure enough, the scenery changes drastically. the sea vanishes to a distant roar, and buildings begin to line the streets. "i live around the downtown area." and, as an afterthought, "the city's not so bad."[break][break]
he gives heath an odd look, though he hardly seems offended at the second question. amused, perhaps. "do i look old enough to be retired?" there's a titter of laughter from the back of his mind, courtesy of iris. taylan leaves the question hanging, not really expecting an answer.[break][break]
another turn around the corner, and they are greeted with a flower shop, quite unmistakable in its purpose. the soft whites and purples of the front display seem to almost glow dimly in the moonlight. catching heath's eye and gesturing towards its entrance, he belatedly explains, "i'm a florist." he unlocks the door and pushes gently -- it opens smoothly with the soft tinkle of a bell, and taylan steps inside, relief at the warmth almost palpable.[break][break]
he holds the door open for heath to step inside, letting it slowly swing shut once more when the other steps through. amid the mass of flowers lining each wall, table, and shelf, partially hidden by a curtain of ivy, is a counter with a few empty seats. taylan gestures vaguely towards it. "make yourself comfortable," he says, before vanishing through a dark green door at the other end of the room, presumably in search of a dry shirt.[break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Sept 22, 2017 6:03:15 GMT
Heath does his best to pay attention to where they’re going, but his attention kept shifting back up to Taylan. Sometimes he wondered how he lasted this long, being this stupid? He pushed off the thought. Sinclair had gotten to him. Ew. Heath nodded in a silent attempt to let the man know he was paying attention and not…drifting off. He didn’t want to zone out right now and run into a wall or pole. He would probably turn tail and go home, humiliated.
The blonde can only manage a sly smile, but it probably comes off more nervous than anything else. “Some people retire young if they can afford it. I just thought maybe you were one of the handsome few.” He returned with a small laugh. He his companion for a moment as his own words registered before turning away as he felt heath rise to his cheeks. Fuck. Sinclair was right, he did talk too much. Heath hadn’t been able to resist. Goddmanit. AS they arrive at the flowershop he locks eyes with Taylan and nods silently. The outside is just as telling of the loveliness that awaits inside. A rugged florist. At 3 am on a deserted beach no less. That was incredibly coincidental. He felt his suspicion of the witch with him being a secret merman grow once again. There was no way he wasn’t hallucinating this. It was just too good to be true.
The warmth is a welcome feeling and Heath’s eyes immediately dart around taking in every kind of plant the man has cultivated. “Thanks.” He manages, all too distracted as he carefully examines the nearest assortment of plants. Heath slowly ambled to a chair, still taking in the environment. He didn’t have many plants but flower shops always made him crave more. It was so drab in his apartment save for the few spots of color that were his succulents scattered around the home. “How long have you been a florist?” he asked once the man returned. He shifted around in the chair as his attention drifted from plant to plant before settling back on the shopkeep. “You’ve been doing good work here.” He added.
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“not too long,” he says, slowly following heath’s gaze as it trails around the shop. “a little more than a year, at this point.” he decides to spare heath the explanation of being a plantshaper who has never quite touched his affinity for about two decades now, just as he spares everyone else the same explanation, and just as he spares himself the shame of admitting that he’s never quite been able to gather up the courage to tell anyone about his history. let alone a complete stranger.[break][break]
“thank you,” he decides to say instead, softly, and turns towards the counter in search of some mugs. he takes one down from the cupboard, pausing to consider taking down another. taylan is a gracious host.[break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Jan 23, 2018 3:33:45 GMT
“You learn quickly.” Heath noted, tired eyes widening for a moment with brief surprise at the older man’s answer. “What did you do before that?” he asked lightly, hoping he wasn’t treading too far into Taylan’s business. He leaned forward to sniff a flower, smiling at how vividly it had bloomed. Yes, he wanted that in his home. One day. For now, the flowering succulent he had on his windowsill was enough of a pop of color. Besides there would always be flowers in the world. He blinked slowly as something occurred to him. Maybe he should try growing something himself. It was part of his affinity after all. And it would be something relaxing to do before bed so maybe it would help him sleep.
He turns back to his late-night companion once more before nodding slowly. “Of course.” Heath didn’t miss the shifting what sounded like glass. He swallows, momentarily nervous. It was so bad. So, so bad that he was here doing this. Briefly, common sense ripped through the haze of exhaustion that made him so much more languid and uncaring than how he usually was. He shouldn’t stay. He shouldn’t drink anything. It was a risk enough to have followed after all. “Yes, please. Do you need some help?” he replied without so much as another thought.
Common sense could go to hell for all he cared. If he was fucked then he was already too late. He was here wasn’t he? And who would deny that kind of face offering him tea? Hell fucking yes he wanted to try something that man made. If he denied it, he would’ve obsessed with Taylan and his cute flower shop and his goddamn mysterious tea for the next week. He didn’t need that kind of distraction plaguing him or his work. The insomnia was already distracting enough. It was a wonder Heath could focus at all as he found himself watching his host intently once more. “Did you just move here?” he asks tearing away his gaze to stare at another potted plant.
