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.
either the heart would break or cease to care. best cease to care.
Dahlia was back, and it felt hella good. After the vicious turf war she'd suffered through, having to disappear into the background and pause her career as a witch, it was really rough and took a toll on her. She looked a lot worse for wear, busted lip, bruises blooming across her dark skin in purples and greens, with a broken leg to boot.
The healers did the best they could but with so many fragments it was hard enough keeping the whole thing together and just praying for it to heal right. On the bright side she only had to wear a boot, so long as she expended a near constant small flow of magic into the leg in order to keep most of the weight off it.
She was walking down the street, tired of being confined to her room for the most part. She had a few new scars, a new bout of depression, and a lifetime of regrets that she wasn't thinking about. She'd lost so much, but she wouldn't dwell on that now. For now she'd worry about getting to the corner store and buying herself a boat load of candy. She made it in one piece, people avoiding her on her way, moving to the back of the store in order to reach the sweets section.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 10, 2018 12:52:57 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
kasimir hates the hovel, hates the streets of cold, unyielding stone that makes up its streets, hates the grime that suffuses each surface with a squalor that cannot be scrubbed off, hates the shadows poverty he can see stretched out like the devil's wings across this too-vast stretch of sundial. he hates the bone-deep spell of desperation and destitution carved into the ebb and flow of its people, hates the vicious terror that lurks in the too-deep shadows, hates the icy eyes and hungry hearts and grasping hands that itch to devour any spark of life whole. most of all, he hates the ghosts of his own childhood lingering in the corners of his eyes, reflected in every despairing face, writ in the blood that can never be fully scrubbed from stone.
but kasimir loves the hovel, loves the children still sun-bright with hope, loves the myriad of possibilities that spin in dizzying nebulae within their never-ending questions, loves the light that suffuses a place so draped with darkness if one merely gives the chance of something better. it is a chance he was not given, a chance he would have given so much for, and it is a chance he is forever grateful he can provide, whether it be through money, education, food, or hope.
it is for the latter that he visits today; kasimir makes his way towards the small candy store located along one of the better streets of the area with a promise to some of the younger children for a not-insignificant purchase. he nods a greeting at the owner before making his way to the back wall, having visited often enough before to know where the children's preferred candy lies.
and it is there that a flash of azalea-pink catches his eye - dahlia joshi, he recognises grimly, standing right beside the selection he needs. one does not easily forget one who has attempted to blackmail them, no matter how successful that attempt was.
what is the silvertongue witch doing here? and - here his gaze tracks the webwork of purple-green flowers blooming across her skin, and lingers on the leg with witch she appears to be favouring - in a rather injured state.
for a brief moment, kasimir considers turning and leaving, vanishing from the backdrop of this little candy shop before he may be caught within the crosshairs of the other witch's eyes; then he dismisses the thought with no small amount of regret. there is a promise to be kept, and there is a steel-backed desire not to concede any power to the silvertongue, minor or not.
with that in mind, he walks to the requisite candy on quiet but not silent feet, acknowledging his fellow coven member with a distantly polite "joshi" before turning away to make his selection.
either the heart would break or cease to care. best cease to care.
She's weary, this much is clear. It's in the slump of her shoulders, the light swaying of her form as she tries to find a comfortable way to stand. She's still full of hope and blood and indignation though, that much is clear in the strong line of her back and the perfectly messed style of her dress and hair. For once as she turns to flutter her eyelashes against the light, she looks at Kasi and her bindi is absent.
Perhaps not a lack of faith - or a lack of fashion - but a lack of energy.
She's in a lot of pain.
It's manageable but she still grins at him, all sharp teeth and ill intent but it's weaker this time, more like the child she actually is. She rolls her shoulders back as though she's testing her limits, slow and deliberate.
"Kasi."
Sometimes she wonders if she's been missed, but she knows she never made enough connections to warrant missing. She's been absent though, that much is clear in the absence of shouting and her own brand of stupid crime on the streets.
"May I ask how you are?"
She picks out a toffee bar with a painted but cracked nail. She checks the bar out for a list of ingredients, checking for any sign of nuts.
"Picking things up for the children? Or are you here for your own sweet tooth?"
She shifted her weight carefully, feeling more tired than she had in ages.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 11, 2018 13:29:40 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
unfortunately, their encounter does not end at polite greeting between antagonistic fellow coven members like kasimir had hoped. it is, however, entirely in line with his far more realistic expectations. even with his body language conveying a complete lack of desire to converse - he has turned away, has busied himself with matters entirely unrelated to the pink-haired witch, has not attempted to say any more than that initial word - he can hear the slow, deliberate grin of too-sharp teeth and predatory intent within her acknowledgement of him.
kasimir suppresses a grimace. there are very few names he dislikes more than the truncated version of his given name, with the exception of his sister. of course, he knows far better than to show any reaction indicating as such.
he debates the merits of ignoring joshi's questions altogether - perhaps that will adequately indicate his thoughts regarding her attention - and quite honestly he does not care how tired or injured she seems. but, but, there is still a front of politeness to maintain, and he is very nearly finished with his selection of sweets - hopefully this undesired conversation will end with his departure.
"i am fine," he answers curtly, though still distant enough to meet the bare minimum of courtesy. he does not ask after her - he does not want to know about her, let alone prolong this. kasimir decides to leave her latter questions unanswered, unacknowledged, though. it is entirely none of her business.
either the heart would break or cease to care. best cease to care.
"Well that's good."
He clearly wasn't interested in anything she had to say. But she felt the need to talk anyway, to make some sort of connection or nasty comment to stir up some shit. He didn't answer her other questions and she grabbed her candy, making a few spontaneous selections before deciding she was done.
"Do the children at least appreciate what you do for them? It's strange that you continue to come here when you don't really need to anymore hmm?"
At this point she was just fishing for a reaction, for anything really. She frowned slightly and blinked slowly, looking toward the entrance of the store.
"The seasons are changing."
She said casually, as though it had no real significance. It didn't, not really, but she felt her lips moving before she could really stop them anyway.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 26, 2018 4:59:47 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
persistence is said to be a virtue, yet currently it seems to be nothing more than an instrument for annoyance and irritation. carving a neutral expression onto his features, only the darkening of his eyes and the slight pause in his movements as joshi addresses him again bely the exasperation seeping into his blood. he concentrates on the colourful sweets in front of him in a ( futile ) attempt to block her voice out; he has endured torture and blackmail and hateful torment for far longer than this, thus, he can endure a few more minutes of vexing conversation.
"i do not see how that is any of your business," he informs her cooly, then steps to the side and ducks down to reach for his final selection of candy. joshi does not appreciate boring, if he remembers correctly. therefore, he will endeavour to give her as little reaction as possible until she takes the hint and goes away.
"the seasons are changing," she proceeds to say, and really, kasimir wonders if his fellow coven member truly has nothing better to do with her time than to bother him with inane statements. it is not even as if she is attempting to gain something from him this time - no, this is simply pointless dialogue.
"they tend to do that, yes," he replies, a hint of sardonicism bleeding through his indifference.
