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 Nov 26, 2017 12:54:27 GMT
she walks the night on silent feet, flitting in and out of the shadows as if she were born from their tenebrous hold - some strange creature born of darkness and moonlight and moth-bitten insomnia now haunting the site of its creation searching for a target even it itself does not understand. ah, but it is true: iolani has no destination in mind; she is merely a spectre of sleeplessness with a soul drenched in wanderlust and a banner of reckless curiosity trailing behind her steps, the second hand weaving a golden 'tick, tick, tick, tick' beneath her heart.
there are certainly enough places on this giant ship to satiate her thirst for exploration for tonight. it is a new place, a mysterious place occupying a liminal space between dreams and reality, a transient time between an age long past and the uncertain now filled with grey-draped rooms warped in space-time and memories written in spinning dust motes. perhaps, she thinks, trailing her fingers across an ink-painted wall as she drifts down the corridor, perhaps she will not regret this decision.
perhaps.
such a nebulous concept, 'perhaps'. perhaps she will not regret this. perhaps the sky will be green tomorrow. perhaps bunny rabbits are not real, and their existence is merely a giant hoax sustained by an illusion. perhaps perhaps perhaps. she cannot trust a 'perhaps', no more than she can trust a false oracle or in the validity of prayer.
but her decision is already made, and she is not so regretful as to begin figuring out ways to escape yet.
wandering down yet another corridor, iolani pauses as she hears the sound of footsteps approaching. a quietly percussive beat, the cadence of potential, of mystery - oh, but there was never a question as to whether or not she would stay still for this possible encounter to become reality. boredom - and curiosity - were ever her biggest weaknesses; lips curling up into an automatic smirk, iolani positions herself casually near the corner and waits for the mystery person to turn it.
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[attr="class","onlytimeleft"] If anyone asked, Naomi had no idea where she was going. Ships are confusing. As one of the new kids on the boat she had every right to be lost. Sure, those years of dancing with the girls from Silhouette involved a lot sailing, but mentioning that would weaken her excuse for sneaking around. [break][break] A smarter person might try to ask questions first—avoid acting so blatantly suspicious—but Naomi knew better. She spent plenty of time time with a coven full of liars, thieves and murderers, and got used to the idea of never asking anything. The few who answered readily either provided their version of the truth, or lead such a ridiculous life that no one would believe them anyway. If she wanted to do a real investigation, she had to find out for herself. [break][break] These anarchist kids were nice and all, but if they expected her to stick around for their revolution—well, she was no stranger to disappointing those around her. [break][break] Naomi continued down some hallway, genuinely interested in testing the boundaries of where exactly she’s allowed to wander without getting into trouble. What sort of punishments do anarchists give out, anyway? She uncorked the bottle of (mostly) diluted alcohol in her hand and took a nice, long drink of wine. So long that, by the time she had finished, Naomi found herself at the end of the corridor, in the process of nearly walking right into someone. She immediately jumped back a step, lost balance, and promptly fell to the floor. [break][break] “Moon and stars!” she began, pausing momentarily to figure out if this stranger was someone she already met. After a second of not coming up with anything, Naomi went back to her default state of not caring. “You coulda killed somebody with that-that face of yours!”
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Post by iolani kótsyfas on Nov 29, 2017 12:19:57 GMT
the incoming person has quite good reflexes, iolani notes, grey eyes gleaming like steel or iron or a razor-edged sword as she takes in the woman. well, maybe not the best reflexes, she revises, watching with unconcealed amusement as the other loses her balance and falls to the floor. iolani slouches against the wall in the most indolent fashion possible while as waits for the woman to get up - at no point does she even consider bothering to lend a hand.
'pathetic,' huginn scoffs, disdain dripping from every syllable. she sends him a mental snort, but doesn't disagree. there is little to gain from arguing with her familiar, and she's not that bored yet.
the woman is older than she is, likely by at least five years; with dark skin, dark eyes, and short dark hair, she looks fairly competent. not bad, iolani decides, and revises that to a 'not bad at all' upon spotting the bottle of alcohol in her grasp. an insomniac with an appreciation for liquor - person after her own heart. with the ease of long practice, she ignores huginn's sarcastic commentary in the back of her mind.
"oh, really?" iolani quirks an eyebrow, inordinately amused by the woman's blasé attitude. "guess i should practice more than, seeing as i haven't managed to kill you."
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[attr="class","onlytimeleft"] As much as she enjoyed lying around in unfamiliar places, Naomi eventually decided to get up. The bottle stayed behind, as she needed that hand to rub her weaker leg, clearly blaming the old injury for her collapse. It normally takes a few minutes for someone to believe that she was an idiot, but this time only took a few seconds. [break][break] How did she know what this new girl was thinking? Simple, they reminded Naomi of somebody that she used to know intimately. Granted, they should be dead by now, so unless a ghost decided to haunt the most boring place in the world...actually, that would be pretty convenient. That way, she could just ask her parents about...uh... [break][break] Where was she going with this idea? She wasn't actually supposed to be drunk right now—that was a distraction for when she inevitably got caught. Like now. Despite how casual this conversation ended up being, the other woman could be an acolyte for all Naomi knew. This could be her boss. Not like she paid much attention to titles and ranks. It might be worthwhile to at least learn something about them before trying to move on. If the goal was to eventually get out of this coven, it would be nice to know if there were actually people trying to assassinate via staring. Who knows? Magic is weird. [break][break] “I'm sure there are more efficient ways to kill someone.” If she could go on with her life not having to worry any bizarre ways of being murdered, then Naomi would consider this meeting a success. Her eyes glanced up and down at the figure in front of her before continuing. “With looks like those, you'll be old and grey by the time you can pull that off. Well—” [break][break] Apparently, she was already partway there. Maybe this girl was older than Naomi first thought.
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Post by iolani kótsyfas on Dec 1, 2017 13:00:34 GMT
still lounging against the wall without so much a hint at any inclination to do more than stand around and look amused, iolani watches the woman get to her feet, shit-eating half-smirk never wavering from her face. eyes like quicksilver momentarily flitting to where the older witch rubs at her leg - injury? weak point? something to keep in mind - she lets her attention be more blatently drawn to the bottle left behind on the ground, then to the woman's face.
though both dim lighting and the woman's dark skin prevent any sign of an intoxicated flush from being visible, there is a slight glassy sheen to her eyes, not to mention the impressive tumble. is the older witch drunk? maybe, maybe not - not that it's any of any importance, nor is it any of her business; but hey, iolani's hardly gonna lie to herself and pretend she's not a nosy little shit who pokes her way into things that are most definitely not her business - she wouldn't be in the information brokering circles if she weren't.
mostly, though, she's just wondering if the woman could be a nice bar-hopping partner. and older though she is, she's hardly unattractive.
"more efficient ways? sure." iolani knows quite a few of those, having done her stint as an assassin and all. "but really, what's murder without a little weirdness?"
she smirks, unashamedly arching her back a little when the older woman looks her up and down. "a compliment? oh, my~" executing her own up-down look, she abruptly switches track; flicking her dual-toned hair back in an obnoxiously showy fashion, iolani sticks her nose in the air and sniffs in blatantly fake outrage. "i'll have you know that my hair is hardly grey, thank you very much."
really, fucking with people is one of her favourite pastimes. in both senses of the word.
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[attr="class","onlytimeleft"] Ah, dammit, she messed up. [break][break] Naomi tried to hide her annoyance but didn't really care if the other girl noticed. This conversation took a bad turn and it was all her fault. Attempting to remember whatever bizarre assassination from her past adventuring only brought her attention back to her parents' maybe potential murder. She preferred not thinking about it, despite being the entire reason she even remained in this town for more than a week. [break][break] Okay, start over. Need to get back on track. Apparently, she can't find any of the secret shit now, but there was always tomorrow. This chick might not be here, so the priority shifted to learning more about her. Or anyone else. Hey, gossip could be useful sometimes, and considering Naomi only knew enough Leviathan members to count on one hand, even an unfamiliar name could get her one step closer to finding...who she was looking for. [break][break] As someone who regularly used magic to change her appearance, Naomi knew surprisingly little about hair and how it actually worked. She frowned, tried to figure out if this just naturally looked like that, and quickly lost interest. This was not the time for distractions. [break][break] Regardless, she nodded along and finally moved to pick up her misplaced bottle. "Yes, yes, your stylist does a great job of hiding that. Could use their help for my next performance." [break][break] If there was another performance. Getting injured sort of set that back a little. [break][break] "So, look. I kinda maybe got lost. You know where they keep the good shit around here?" If she could will her stomach to growl on command, this might be the one moment she wanted to sound hungry. In hindsight, there may have been a better way to phrase that, but the vagueness was a necessary ingredient. As long as the answer ended up being positive, Naomi didn't really care where she ended up.
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Post by iolani kótsyfas on Dec 29, 2017 17:29:47 GMT
irritation flashes across the older witch's face at the mention of assassination; iolani notes it with all the interest of a self-confessed nosy-as-shit information junkie tossed into a new and unfamiliar environment - that is to say, definitely commited to her mental archives with every intension of prodding more about it. the question is: now or later, when possibly the other might have let their guard down a little....
ehh, might as well push a little now. she arches a finely shaped brow, grey eyes glinting. "don't like a little murder?" briefly, it occurs to her that the woman she's talking to could well be the leader of the entire shitshow she's just joined for all she knows. but then again, what's life without a little risk.
iolani watches the other frown at her, then seem to mentally dismiss her, with the delighted amusement of one who has found a potential target to needle and annoy. again, maybe not the smartest decision, but it's fuck o'clock in the middle of the night, she can't sleep, there's booze ( albeit not hers ), and it's just about the perfect environment for stupid impulsive irrational behaviour. not that that's really very differentiable from her normal habits, but who's counting.
"my stylist would like you to know that you're gonna need a lot of work if you wanna look as pretty as me," she quips. iolani briefly contemplates making a grab for the booze bottle. it probably wouldn't be too hard - she's zero percent wasted, after all ( but she would like to change that status sometime tonight, thanks ).
so. the dark-skinned woman probably isn't the coven leader or a bigwig then, if she's lost in the headquarters. or, well, she could be bullshitting to see iolani's response, but honestly no one - let alone any actually 'important' people - would waste such effort on a harmless little newbie like her. wait, no. lie. iolani would totally do that to someone else. but hey, not everyone is as much asshole as she is, thank the fucking gods.
she shrugs, finally pushing off the wall as gestures back along the way she had come. "passed the kitchen a few corridors back," she says. "dunno what exactly they keep there, but there's gotta be at least some booze in there." iolani smirks at the woman. "can't be worse than the shit you're drinking right now, right?"
[attr="class","onlytimeleft"] Well then. [break][break] Naomi tilted her head and thought for a moment. She stood there and tried to figure out if there was actually a person who enjoyed murder. Not the rush of killing, but the actual concept. Maybe the part afterward where you get stuff for doing a job but, like, yo. Having people close to you die is literally the worst. If there was anything that made her actually feel like an adult for once, it would be learning that lesson the hard way. [break][break] While caught up in that line of thought, the other girl tried to take away the bottle of booze. With Naomi's delayed reaction time, she wouldn't have even noticed until way after the thing was out of her hand. Regardless, she pulled back as if it actually mattered at this point and shook her head. [break][break] "Wait, wait, no. Hold on. You deserve better than this." Honestly, she never expected anyone else to sample any of this. More often than not, she carried a healthy supply of alcohol around, regardless of how 'dangerous' it might seem. The taste didn't matter as long as she ended up drunk. To have another person try this mess, well. [break][break] She could just die of embarrassment. [break][break] Naomi pointed down the path she had just taken to get here and leaned in real close. "Listen, if that's what we're doing I'm gonna find my room and get you something that's actually worth drinking. Better yet, Prince." [break][break] With a snap of her fingers, the zebra appeared at her side. "You know what to do." [break][break] The familiar just snorted as if to say 'what the hell do you want I don't even have hands to bring anything here.'
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