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.
Billy was here to strike a deal. A very important deal in his eyes... after all Heath wanted something from him. It didn't matter how unimportant it was but it worked better the more the other male wanted it. Like a demon of the crossroads he was here with a smile on his face to get something done.
It was of course a good sign and a bad sing for the now pink haired man. It meant three things. First that Billy trusted his magic skills enough that he didn't think the boy would die in the mission he wanted to partake in. Second it meant Billy didn't expect a knife in his back from Heath so there was some amount of trust he held for the other Jester's Den witch. Finally it meant he got to have more time teasing Heath which always pleased him. It was like having a brother he could annoy.
Heath had brought up something about a potion and that meant that either nobody he knew besides Billy was an alchemist or that the others couldn't or wouldn't do it for him so he came to Billy. Well this would be fun to do. He heard steps coming towards him as he stood outside his apartment building.
"Now how can daddy help you out," he hummed with a big shit eating grin on his face. He had some of the power now because Billy hadn't been the one to initiate this. He was the one who had been summoned. This wouldn't take long probably. He just needed to know what to do and he'd of course ask for the proper payment. He needed another body after all besides Zephy.
Post by heath ambroise on Apr 20, 2018 14:22:38 GMT
An accident that had spread throughout the festivities was now fading from his person. Heath Ambroise’s pastel pink locks were slowly fading and leaving him with temporary strawberry blonde hair. He only had a dose left and he had been procrastinating seeking out the closest person that could help with this. He had considered asking his boss for a favor but remembered while they had rapport, he was trying to distance himself from that life. He was training a successor. Some other sap that could continue in with his manager. He wanted to write instead.
Without other course of action, he had turned to an alchemist he'd met on a mission. He was friendly, albeit tiring but harmless for the most part. He'd asked for a moment to discuss the production of his new favorite hair dye. That was it, but the expression his companion wore as he strode up to his address unnerved him. “Billy.” Heath said evenly, eyes flicking towards the ground before back up as he gathered his words. “Good morning. Thanks for seeing me.” he started as he offered a polite smile. Since he had asked him so quickly he answered. “I want you to make more of this hair dye for me, please.” he pulled the vial out of his hoodie pocket and held it up to the alchemist. “Name your price.”
The older male finally showed up. Billy had been waiting for hours. HOURS! Okay that was a total lie it had been like three minutes tops maybe but he could be dramatic when it suited him. HOURS! To think the boy would be so willing for this dye to come to Billy who he only vaguely knew. On the plus side in the mission he wanted to partake in required multiple people and he needed someone he could have some small amount of trust in. His dungeons and dragons friend was going to come along for sure so he just needed another... even if they don't believe. It doesn't matter though because belief is irrelevant to facts.
"Hmmm... hair dye? Well that shouldn't be very hard. A price though? That depends on how desperate you are," he hummed with a big shit eating grin on his face. Of course he wouldn't wait for the answer to this question. He would press on like none of what he said mattered because honestly it was just filler. A way to tease Heath for a little while before he made his deal.
Never make a deal with the devil. Heath would learn this the hard way. "There is something I'm trying to find and I'd like your help in getting it. All I ask in return for this is when I find a lead you help me. Sounds simple right?" Of course what he was looking for were monster relics but that wasn't something that needed to be divulged to the other man. The entire reason behind it was also not important. What mattered was what he said and agreed too.
"Do we have a deal?" he said with a small smile on his face. He reached out his hand for a shake. It was customary to shake on a deal after all... though magical contracts were of course preferred. Maybe he could make a potion that could replicate that? He'd figure it out later... an unbreakable oath kind of magic. He wondered if that existed? Oh well time to get going.
Post by heath ambroise on Apr 20, 2018 19:05:41 GMT
He held back from rolling his eyes at the alchemist. H was trying to be a good Samaritan here wasn’t that enough? Heath had expected a bit or irritation, but he was hellbent on not showing it. Billy only seemed to delight in being a pest around him. Not that he was malicious, just…a little grating during times where he wasn’t very patient. He was pretty tolerable on a regular basis. Billy just seemed to get to him when he was stressed or moody it seemed. Whatever. “It shouldn’t. Especially since I brought you the sample to imitate.” Heath stated flatly with a quick nod.
He expected chores or blackmail, not a search for something. The blond’s eyes widened a smidge in surprise. He’d expected worse. Though despite the simplicity of the request, he refrained from going ‘is that all?’. No need to give the guy any more ideas on how to squeeze him for all he’s worth. Heath couldn’t keep form raising his eyebrows at Billy. “A lead?” he echoed. This was starting to sound a bit more serious than he’d imagined. Again, thoughts of manual labor and humiliating requests had come to mind, but not something close to an investigation of some sort. Not that he minded though. Sticking his nose into things he shouldn’t was his bread and butter. “Yeah, simple. What are you trying to find though?” And, also, was it even remotely illegal. Heath eyed the shitty grin one more time. Yeah, he did seem to be type to barely skirt the law when it suited him. Not that Heath was any different but he ad a right to know if they were about to do some illegal shit.
The older male was trying to be a good boy and it was kind of funny. He even chuckled a little to himself. It was just so funny and cute like teasing his sister. Well teasing his sister without the part of her hitting him with surprising strength. Very surprising strength.
"Imitation is not nearly as fun though when you can make it better," he hummed. Maybe a little caraway or carnation mixed into the potion mixture to increase the potency of the potion or the color of the dye. He wasn't sure exactly what side effects it might have on the potion or if it would do anything more than make it smell better. He'd find out... or Heath would probably find out since he wouldn't tell the man which ones he'd messed with in that way.
Heath was obviously surprised by his request. He no doubt expected something more embarrassing like he force the man to call him daddy or he have to wear something embarrassing just because he wanted to be a pain. He however was more interested in these cryptid monster totems. So much more interested... in fact it was the only reason he joined a coven.
"Just some totems?" he said with a small wink. He wasn't lying. Why and how he'd get these was a totally different story. He needed them for something obviously. He wanted them for a variety of reasons. Cryptids had always fascinated him of course. Perhaps they always would. "Deal?"
Post by heath ambroise on Apr 21, 2018 2:12:38 GMT
The journalist pursed his lips at the thought of Billy tampering with his hair dye. At that point he actually would put his hands on the guy. “There’s no need to impress me. An exact copy of this formula will do.” Heath stated, doing his best to stay as neutral as possible. He wouldn’t say his pride was his hair, but he was used to the length and color of it now. Maybe he needed a bit trimmed around the nape of his neck but aside from that he was OK with what he had. He didn’t want to imagine what Billy would do to him if he could. He doubted he could rock the bald look.
At the vague reply he lifted a hand in a weak grab at his cheek, eager to pinch his face. “Would it kill you to give me specifics?” he asked, deadpan tone revealing the beginnings of irritation. Heath had thought he had some skill at haggling, but it was clear that he wasn’t incredibly persistent when the person he was speaking to was cheeky and slippery. Honestly though, did he really care that much? Sure, he was curious, but what was more important was acquiring the hair dye and getting on with his day. He settled with the optimistic belief that he could at the very least trust Billy not to get him into trouble. Or, if he did, that the kind of trouble he was getting dragged into wasn’t going to get him killed. Heath sighed through his nose, glancing at the outstretched hand and then back at Billy. “Not like I have any other option.” He mumbled as he grabbed his coven mate’s hand and shook on it. “Might make a good story.” He added wit ha shrug.
Billy's ratchet salon was now open for business. They would take clients one hour a day for one day a week. What day and what hour? Well it was a surprise each week to those lucky enough to be in the know. In the know happened to be anyone who could find the flyer for the week he'd make up and place somewhere around town. Yes that is what he'd do. Mostly to be weird and kind of annoying but also it was something fun to kill the time. It reminded him of his time in the circus. He missed those days so much. The bitch.
"Probably not but it might kill you," he hummed. He was being careful to avoid the other question thrown at him. The other male didn't have much choice in the matter but he had a choice never the less. That was the problem with free will. Choice. Or the best part. It all depended on your point of view. Knight or everyone else?
"Only kidding... well probably?" he said with a small wink. Of course he had little intention of letting Heath die but things did happen that were out of his control. He could fall into a pit and die or be mauled by one of the creatures he was hunting while Billy wasn't there. Perhaps there always would be some element of danger. The deal was struck with a shake of the hands. Billy was many things but a deal was something he never went back on. "There are always other options; remember that. Anyway some rich people lost a monster totem so I'll find you when I'm ready for ya. Oh and another guy will be helping I play games with." Billy snapped his fingers and gave Heath the finger guns.
Post by heath ambroise on Apr 21, 2018 22:16:19 GMT
Heath once again raised his eyebrows at Billy. Was he planning on taking him out to fight giant wolves again? That had been a tense moment. He could’ve died then he supposed. To be honest, if he feared death that much he wouldn’t have become an investigative journalist. Sundial City was ripe with disgusting people just simmering underneath the surface of the city. He’d caught glimpses of it in his stay here. “Have I ever mentioned you are great at inspiring confidence in others?” he asked sarcastically. As much as Billy’s vagueness bothered him, there wasn’t really much he could do about it now. He’d already agreed. Heath couldn’t go back on his word. Even if did want to, Sinclair wouldn’t allow it. Breaking promises wasn’t the coati’s style.
“Yeah, yeah.” The blond said, waving off his advice. “Rich people misplaced their old toys huh?” Heath said, unimpressed. A monster totem sounded pretty interesting, but it also sounded like a piece of furniture that looked like a monster. Worthless if it were new. Probably a fortune because of the fact that it was vintage. “Can’t wait.” The young man added. It didn’t sound boring at least. “So when can I expect the dye? It’s all going to fade completely in a couple of days.” Heath added, as he ran a hand through his almost normal looking hair.
He held those finger guns for quite a bit longer than he probably needed too. It was kind of funny. He stayed frozen in place for at least thirty seconds just to be annoying and kind of weird. That was how he was. That was always how he was. Well minus when he had to be serious for... reasons.
"You could stand to praise me more~" he hummed as he finally broke his weird trance like finger gun mode. He smiled calmly and waved the other man off. It honestly wouldn't take very long for him to make a potion like this. It seemed very simple and he probably had most of the ingredients or could grow them swiftly with his plantshaping powers.
"Sure. Lets go with misplaced. That sounds better." He winked at the young man as he turned around to leave. Their business was pretty much done at least? This was just a little blimp in the timeline. Just a small fraction of a greater goal. The greatest goal in his own opinion. He had something else to do before the mission anyway.
"I can probably finish it by tomorrow," he said as he started walking away from Heath. Billy had turned his back to the other man and had not bothered to turn around when speaking to him. He waved away any concern that this was going to carry on. He had a potion to make after all no use dawdling. If he wanted to be really extra he could just blink away but that took effort and mana he didn't care to expend.
Post by heath ambroise on Apr 22, 2018 5:21:37 GMT
He was incredibly tempted to push the man over just to see how well he could hold his pose but resisted. That would’ve been rude. Especially when he had just asked the alchemist for a favor. So instead he waited and stared the guy down as he watched for the slightest of movement. Didn’t Billy ever get tired of being difficult? “I praise results.” Heath said simply. In reality, it was hard to praise someone you barely knew. After all, Billy and him had only really spent a little bit of time together. It was hard to come up with praise that didn’t sound generic at this point, so it was better to avoid the situation entirely. Though in this case, he assumed the guy was just trying to mess with him again. After all, he hadn’t done anything noteworthy yet.
“Just don’t drag me into anything that could get me fired.” Heath sighed in exasperation. He’d already been dealing skeevy potions on the underground market. That was enough illegal shit for a lifetime. It had helped him out during a rough spot, but it wasn’t permanent. Billy turned to leave, and he waited a moment, waiting to see if he had been dismissed. He smiled, pleased at the timeline he’d been given. “Alright, I’ll come by tomorrow morning around 8.” The blond declared, mood uplifted by the news. He hadn’t had the pastel locks for long, but he already missed the color. He’d been blonde all his life after all. It was a nice change… He’d also wanted show it off a bit more. Maybe he would take a trip home. A weekend trip. He made a mental note to send a letter later on to check in with the family. “Thanks again!” he added as he waved at his friend’s back even if the guy wasn’t looking at him. With that, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned on his heels to leave now that their business was concluded.
