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 iolani kótsyfas on Oct 12, 2017 13:21:15 GMT
a rumour, a whispered tip, a very good little informant (she's gonna have to remember to reward the kid later), and a bad case of curiosity and boredom - five factors combining to lead Iolani to this point. 'this point' being outside the door of a blacksmith's workshop, suspicions about a runaway mafia heir in mind, wondering if she should go in. huginn, resting on her shoulder, snorts in amusement.
iolani smirks, eyes gleaming with predatory intent as she echoes her familiar's mirth. of course she's going in, who is she kidding, honestly. if she's lucky, she'll get another mook out of it too. 'have fun,' huginn tells her as she steps up to the door.
'oh, i will,' she responds, positively gleeful. she doesn't bother knocking on the door - she's not really fussed about politeness on a good day, and definitely not when she's aiming to surprise (and blackmail) a runaway little mafia heir. casually just entering, her eyes light up when she spots the man inside, recognising the face, the (missing) arm - this is without a doubt cassius constantine.
"hey there, cutie." she smiles and sashays up to the little runaway heir, making sure to swing her hips a little, add a flirtatious edge to her tone. test the kid's reactions and personality a little before diving right in. "you're cassius constantine of the jester's den, no?"
Today wasn't the most busy of days. He had work in the forge, and a few tools and knives to finish up forging into hard steel, but as far as difficult work came, this was not on the list. For the most part, he had done it all countless times before and currently sat in a trance of muscle memory, swinging his hammer with his good arm as his shadow prosthetic manipulated and held the metal.
Beck sat in the rafters, his body near invisible in the shadows cast through the open skylight, debating semantics with his witch.
We may need to begin considering utilizing the families assets with regarding the current project.
You know as well as I do, they already expect me to at some point run the business, and me trying to use them would only result in me actually having to take control.
Regardless, it may be a necessary evil, given current situations.
Cassius let out an audible sigh as his hammer came down upon the glowing metal of the blade, sweat pouring off of his head. He didn't have the time or the energy for this conversation, and he had no intention of maintaining it further. He placed his hammer into the strap on his belt, and held up the blade to examine its edge, as he heard the door of the forge open up. Busy focused on his blade, he called over.
"Welcome, what can I do you for today?"
Finding no faults with the blade, he placed it on a rack with the rest of the work in progress blades, and wrote down changes upon it with a grease pencil before turning to greet his guest more properly. He was happily surprised to see a young woman before him, about his own age if not a bit younger. She carried herself well, if a little flirtatious. If she thought it would get her a discount on something she would be surprised, but he was always up for a good time, so he would humor her.
He smiled, casually but with a return of the flirtatious nature, as he walked over, dusting some of the sweat out of his long hair, and moving his goggles up on his forehead. "I'd rescind my statement given the circumstances, but I'd like to keep it on the table." A chesire grin spread across his face as she complimented him, and he shifted stances a bit as she asked him his name. "The one and only. And how, may I ask is it that you've come to know of me?"
Post by iolani kótsyfas on Nov 24, 2017 22:43:57 GMT
with deliberate slowness, iolani lets her eyes trail down, then up, constantine's body, lips curling up into rubious smile as she lets raw sensuality seep into her every move. brushing a lock of ebony-dark hair back to expose smokey eyes, she perches on the edge of the table, perhaps an inch too close for the standards politeness dictates, but ambiguous enough not to be called out for it.
the kid, well, he's nice enough, she supposes, not bad to look at either ( his work in the forge has been quite good for him ), but he's... a bit boring, really. not shy and blushing and cute, nor wicked and dark, nor brilliant and incandescent and fiery- well. not quite her type, and not quite what she'd expected of a little runaway mafia heir; she's not sure if she's a little disappointed or what. oh well, hopefully he'll be a little more interesting soon.
she leans a little closer, determined to get a bit more fun out of this before she drops the bombshell. "well, cutie, that depends on what you have to offer. i hear you're quite the skilled forger of.. swords." there's an infinitesimal pause before the innuendo, iolani's voice dropping to something lower, huskier. her smile is unashamedly sultry.
"oh, i've heard your named dropped here and there." she waves a dismissive hand, voice airy, lending no gravity whatsoever to her words. a smirking, sidelong look. "you're... quite popular among some circles, you know." oh yes, among some circles indeed.
He smirked at her innuendo. He could feel within her tone that something was off, it felt, well not forced, but there was an air of falseness to it. If she was only flirting to try and get a discount she would end up disappointed, but he would humor it for a while longer.
"Yes ma'am," he responded, his own grin flashing wide as he layered on his own bit of flirting. Two could play at this game. "I am quite well known for my blade work. Is there something you see you want done, or were you looking for something more custom to be hammered out?"
He was glad to hear her say she came in on recommendation, it was always good to have word of mouth be positive. However her mention of 'some circles' sent a quick chill down his spine. It wasn't necessarily that she worried him, at least not quite yet, but even if she tried to act dismissive, he only knew of a few circles from which he was popular.
And one of them tied straight back to his family.
He figured for now it would be best to play it cool, but the thought rolled around in his head that mother must have a hand in this, possibly another bounty.
"Do you have a preference to iron style? Do you wish for the blade to be shown off, or do you have more hands-on practical uses for it?"
