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.
[attr="class","lucystars"]the evening is slowly darkening to night by the time ninos makes it to the rendezvous point. after all, their investigation is the kind that is conducted best by moonlight. ninos, however, had more or less spent his entire afternoon in excited preparation, conducting spontaneous interviews around the various farmhouses in the outskirts to gather as much information as possible as there is about the elusive mothman.[break][break]
cryptid hunting, ninos thinks, requires the art of patience. the hunters have to lie in wait for their slippery quarry, attune their senses to the hushed silence of the night. and like all hunters, ninos comes prepared with a compact little basket of miscellaneous snacks. a small picnic for three, if you will, should they need to wait for long. he's never worked with his current mission partners before, but he does hope they like sandwiches. or biscuits. or...he's forgotten what he packed, actually.[break][break]
there is a flicker of movement in the periphery of his vision, a decidedly non-mothman silhouette of two people. miro, who has been sitting patiently at his feet this whole time, looks up curiously, tail beginning to wag cautiously as they approach. ninos, on the other hand, raises a hand in a friendly wave, just in case they couldn't see him. his greeting is bright and warm, blue eyes glittering in dim light. "hi! ready to catch mothman?"
Post by aurélia katona on Sept 18, 2017 7:08:58 GMT
YOU'VE WAITED IN VAIN BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU
Humorous, the contents the mission detailed had been humorous when she first glanced over the information. While there would be some concern to be had when it came to an unknown creature lurking within the southern hillocks of the outskirts, the thought of danger dissipated when she read the dubbed name of the monster– was Mothman the best name someone could muster up? It seemed underwhelming and to an extent, disappointing.
Despite the contrast the strange mission seemed to have compared to her normal work, she still proceeded towards the predetermined rendezvous location nestled within the hillocks; her hands buried in the warm the warm coat she slipped on before leaving her own home. While she was essentially a member of the cryptid hunter’s association, the thought of the numerous amount of creatures others seemed to come up with was still something that she had to get used to– names of mysterious creatures that needed to be put into memory.
Truth be told, her participation towards the mission and association was simply a plausible excuse to mess around; the typical work that she underwent required extensive procedures, fun was typically minimized in favor of the job. Her gaze narrowed as she walked further into the hillocks, her movements careful as she navigated in the dark; the path before her illuminated by the moonlight. However, her steps seemed to slow when her gaze rested upon an undistinguished silhouette in the distance though she was quick to determine it was one member of their group.
She soon removes a hand from the security of her pocket, raising it towards the unidentified stranger when she walked a bit closer into sight, “Hey there.” Aurélia greets, her hand waving at the words before she returned it to her pocket; a small smirk soon settling onto her lips at the excitement the person seemed to have at this Mothman.
“Never thought I would witness someone so excited over this, we’ll catch your precious… Mothman…” She attempted to tease though the name of the creature falls uncertain from her lips.
Post by rozália katona on Sept 18, 2017 21:56:51 GMT
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Rozália swept across the path to the rendezvous point with ease, a slow-burning trail of lighted ash moving across gunpowder; it was fairly simple to navigate the way, especially with her maps ability — advantages of being an athenian — which laid out the terrain for her keen eyes to follow. Well aware of the danger around her, however, the witch exercised a certain amount of caution; Amirani was clung to her back, their gaze fixated behind her while she kept watch forward — a simple enough tactic to spot danger before it hit them, though useful nonetheless. The pair did not speak, simply walked, Rozália eyeing the outposts as she went, gliding over the witches stationed there; she kept her movements quiet, moving as well as she could to remain out of sight. She wanted no trouble, at least not just yet, and would rather advance uninterrupted. [break] It might even save someone from her snapping if she remained unbothered, after all. [break] Her sister was nearby, though Rozália felt no immediate urge to approach beside her; perhaps it was her instinctual habit of observation keeping her from Aurélia, the need to keep her wits about and her gaze sharp, analyzing their whereabouts constantly. It was a decently rational explanation, and Rozália contented herself with it. [break] Her pace slowed upon settling her eyes on a figure unfamiliar to her — a man, who seemed rather excited, and immediately addressed the both of them once they were in earshot; reaching back, Rozália tutted, Amirani immediately outstretching their stinger to briefly press against the immune skin of her fingertip before the deathstalker vanished, the grip they had indented upon their witch’s clothing lifting and the fabric stretching back to its natural form. [break] Aurélia was first to respond, allowing the man a simple greeting and a wave of her hand; Rozália studied the man for a beat — a second, really; small and hardly noticeable — before her cheeks were sliced with a smile, though her eyes remained sharp, giving her a devious look. [break] “Hello,” she said, inclining her head to the man in lieu of a wave. “Rozália— you are?” she continued with a quirk of her brow, though her smile never left. [break] “Oh, ready as ever.” Her gaze sparked with mischief for a moment before receding into its characteristically fiery gaze — unrelenting and challenging, though it was clear that it was not a look directed to anyone in particular; simply a defaulted state. [break] “So,” she continued, circling the other two halfway before grounding to a stop again, eyes scanning over the environment. “What exactly is our plan of action here? Any idea as to this… uh, mothman, was it? Mothman’s patterns.”
[attr="class","lucystars"]the uncertainty of his partners does little to dull any excitement; he does not falter in his enthusiasm at all. if anything, his smile grows only brighter. "mothman indeed," he confirms with the first who reaches him, a sense of unerring confidence that seems ever so odd when describing a cryptid, whose very existence or survival is disputed or unsubstantiated. [break][break]
then the second makes her appearance, and for a moment, ninos wonders if it's a trick of the light. he blinks. and he blinks again. oh no, more twins. he's bad enough with lucena and astartia, and they aren't even identical! these two, on the other hand. he can feel miro's amusement through their mental bond, and mild resignation washes over him. not that it shows, because mothman -- and hunting for mothman -- is clearly the most important thing here, and not his inability to tell goddamn clones apart.[break][break]
"i'm ninos," he says, by way of introduction, and looks half-expectantly at the first twin, the one who isn't circling around them. ( miro, please help me out here, he pleads with his familiar, but the wolf only answers with a cheery canine grin. ) but quite quickly, his attention is pulled back towards the mission. they say you never work a day if you like what you do, right?[break][break]
"so!" he begins, and pulls out a notepad full of barely legible scribbles. "i've talked to some of the farmers and witches on patrol, right, and they say that mothman only ever comes out at night, and seems to be hanging around the livestock which scares them and all."[break][break]
"honestly, i don't have much of a plan except to wait it out and catch it when it comes by." he gestures to a basket. "i brought snacks in case it turned into a long wait!"
