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.
he was ready to die, but he did not plan on dying, he planned on living, and he planned on doing great things while he did.
Diya was absolutely enthralled. By that he meant he was incredibly happy with the venue - but more so with the budget. He grinned to himself and nibbled on his thumb to try and hide it, mostly failing. Melvin was picking between two shades of blue for some of the decorations, as Diya stalked around flicking his wrist and making immediate decisions.
"Sir? How are you doing it so fast?"
"Listen, cupcake, again you can just call me Diya or whatever you want. This Sir shit is whack."
Melvin flushed but huffed out a laugh.
"Anyway, I'm just more fashion-forward is all. But I do want you to help."
"Si-Diya, are you sure no one will be mad? I'm not a member of either coven."
"Damn straight you aren't. Too young. One day though you can make your own choices. But pick what color you like best."
Melvin pointed to a color and the draperies were quickly levitated into place. People ran back and forth catering to Diya as best they could, but when it came to the drink menu...
Oh, how dangerous it was to put Diya in charge of drinks.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Apr 21, 2018 11:58:36 GMT
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With so many helping hands in need of direction, the Jester and the Knight had an urgent need to immediately start dishing out orders, and thus didn't have much time to plan the finer details of the event with each other. Given the short notice nature of this celebration, Raziel was willing to forgive some sloppiness this time, both in their own decisions and in the work done by their assistants. Thank Merlin the vividly colored draperies which the two of them picked for their own respective covens happened to compliment each other...
The Knight easily took on the role of queen bee amongst this swarm of activity: answering questions, signing purchase requests, and mentally tracking how much budget they had left to work with. They'd been groomed to lead, and monitoring and managing large crowds such as this was one of Raziel's greatest strengths.
Upon receiving a list of food and drink which was to be ordered, the quill of the Court representative barely touches the parchment before retracting, and the small cupid wings on their back flutter in a brief switch of emotion. Whether that emotion was confusion, frustration, or amusement, the helpers would never know. "Who gave this to you?" the planner asks, their tone neutral and unrevealing.
"Over there, Ra-- S--sir?" The helper points towards the other planner's location, stumbling over what title to address the planner by. Although Raz was the lowest rank of the Helios Knights, they were a known kingpin in one of the largest and far-reaching merchant organizations in Salem, and, according to most, that demanded some level of respect.
"Thank you. "Raziel" and "Sir" are equally fine -- use whatever you're most comfortable with," Raz offers with an encouraging smile."And don't worry about this! I'll send it out right after I sign." The Knight waves the parchment lightly as he lets the helper off the hook, still with a pleasantly content smile on their face. The expression doesn't falter as they walk over to Diya and Melvin and they offer a small, innocent wave. "Hello! You must be Diya. I'm Raziel -- the planner representing the Helios Knights. It looks like most of the assistants here have something to do now, and I thought we could start working out some of the details of the event so we don't end up with two distinct parties. Ah, and, I'm sorry, I don't think I've caught your name..." Raz turns to look at Melvin, their tone of genuine interest. The Knight had noticed that the youth had been following Diya around, but couldn't for the life of him figure out the relationship between the two.
he was ready to die, but he did not plan on dying, he planned on living, and he planned on doing great things while he did.
When it came to planning, Diya knew there was no better. His attention to detail - namely his attention to how drunk people could get and how beautiful the event would be was impeccable. Melvin was doing his best and honestly? His best was pretty good, he was learning fast.
"Sir I feel like the drink menu is a bit much? I just watched you pick like, everything?"
Melvin turned toward his .....parent? It still felt so weird, so surreal.
"Melvin, Melvin, Melvin. My love it's important people have fun."
"I understand s-Diya but like, shouldn't this be a family fun event?"
"It is?"
Diya turned toward Melvin with a slightly puzzled expression. Melvin, who spotted the other approaching them, took several large strides in a slight panic and hid himself snuggly against Diya's side. Diya, alerted to a sudden "threat," turned and wrapped an arm around his boy. He blinked at Raz with perfectly winged lined eyes, his four-inch heels tapping lightly as he turned toward the smaller person.
In an effort to be more on level he actually bent a bit at the waist to be closer to them, smiling brightly with a gap-toothed smile.
"Hey! Yes I'm Diya, you must be Raziel? This is Melvin, he's my son. He's helping out, he's such a smart little guy so he's been making some pretty good decisions."
Melvin made a soft noise, his gaze turned down as he murmured into Diya's shirt. Diya rubbed slow circles into his back, it'd been a bit of a rough day until now and Melvin was starting to surely burn out.
The currently six-foot six-inch witch smoothed down his shirt and put on a dazzling smile, sweeping his arm across the room.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Jul 1, 2018 4:47:08 GMT
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It was almost comical how much smaller the 5'2" Raziel stood compared to the willowy Diya, but the merchant preferred to stand than to make use of the fluttering, white-feathered wings on their shoulder blades.
"Oh! Thank you for coming out to help, Melvin. With how things have been going, I think all of the partygoers are going to have a lot of fun." the merchant compliments with a warm smile. They made a mental note to give the child some sort of gift of tangible thanks after this was all over -- he seemed a bit overwhelmed by all of this excitement (though, admittedly, he was doing better than most children the merchant was acquainted with).
"It's really incredible what everyone's been able to put together in such little time," Raz agrees with Diya's optimistic observation. In the back of their mind, though, they're running through all the tasks which have yet to be completed -- What order should they happen? What method would be optimal? Will the sum of all of these components meld together into a flawless single result? "Ah! But I did have some concerns about this -- I think there are a few too many digits on these quantities." Raz respectfully hands the drink list over to Diya.
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