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.
THROUGH THE WOODS WE RAN ( DEEP INTO THE MOUNTAIN SOUND )
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meet the most nervous prankster around
obligation goes a long way: in the name of the fool's cap, jester's den, he feels guilty at the mere consideration of hiding away from the jamboree. the event itself fills him with uncertain dread, the type that sits heavy in his stomach and refuses to budge. there's a degree of bold interaction that will be unavoidable; he isn't the type of clever maestro who orchestrates pranks from afar. frankly, he's dubious about what sorts of pranks he is capable of. ( if his familiar's amusement is anything to judge by, it is that elih kartal is generally not regarded as a 'funny sort of guy'. )
the crowd is suffocating in its entirety, shameless merrymaking in high-pitched laughter and scattered stalls, and tricksters blending in with the crowd seamlessly. a tiny theatre sets itself up nearby, the actors buzzing with excited energy, talking in quiet, rushed voices. elih neatly sidesteps out of the way, barely avoids crashing into someone else, and hastily presses himself against the wall. his arms folded tightly, eyes wide-open and flicking from one pocket of activity to another, he draws some vague semblance of composure over himself.
to be entirely honest, the dread is coupled with an odd excitement. it's somewhere there, stuck beneath that immovable boulder, almost indiscernible from general nervousness, but present nonetheless. quite a pity that it isn't quite enough to give him the necessary courage to be as bold and brash as some others.
still, he steps forward, seeking what he hopes to be the least dangerous citizen around. somewhere at the back of his mind, his thoughts run rogue: what if this turns out to be some deadly criminal prowling around for their prey? or maybe they're just a regular person having a terrible day and oh, no, i'll probably make it worse--
"sorry," he apologises first, heartfelt and completely genuine, "i don't suppose you've seen my hamster running around, have you? i appear to have lost him in all this," pausing to gesture briefly at the crowd around them, "chaos."
Post by Matteo Garcia on Apr 30, 2017 21:45:06 GMT
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[attr="class","jarburnbbat"] elih kartal || God this is so messy and all over the place im sorry
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[attr="class","jarburnbblyr"]Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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Matteo had never done too much for the joker's jamboree, save for the few tricks he possessed that were non-magical. His hands were quick and nimble, and he was surprisingly good with card tricks - and gambling. A simple "guess the card" was often one of his better prospects, or even the tricks involving disappearing cards. And coins - oh he loved rolling coins over his knuckles and making them reappear.[break][break] But those were all tricks, not pranks. And being a useless, talentless witch didn't help in terms of casting illusions or anything. Heck he couldn't transfigure much more than a rock. [break][break] He wondered if magic tricks would count as a prank. On the other hand, he was pretty sure they wouldn't. He'd have a hard time figuring out a prank, especially since he lacked any sort magic that might help him. [break][break] He'd fiddled with some screws and metal that morning, trying to make something, but he hadn't gotten a chance to test out his little device. He frowned as he thought of it sitting in his pocket - it didn't sound quite as grand as it had in the morning. [break][break] He started a little when someone approached him, asking if he'd seen a hamster around. Matteo scratched his head, brows furrowing. "I've not seen a hamster around," he said, a twisted smile forming on his lips. "But if it was a guinea pig, it might've been wolfed down. Guinea pig is a delicacy, you know." He tried to keep his gaze unfocused - and his embarrassment hidden. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He'd personally never had guinea pig and he doubted he'd try unless he was feeling adventurous. [break][break] Keeping up his act, he held out his hand, the little trinket he'd made in the morning hidden cleverly in his palm. "Matteo Garcia, at your service and your hamster's," he said with a small flourishing bow. [break][break] He waited with baited breath - if the device worked, then the man might just get a slight shock - literally.
"ah," comes a reply, uncertain about the correct reaction to such a response. it is bold, daring, likely downright provocative to any other individual prone to such a reaction. as it stands, elih is still the type to apologize to an attacker even after getting hit in the face. his own smile, polite and modest, remains frozen on his face as he cycles through a series of appropriate answers, and finally settles on looking mildly uncomfortable. "i sincerely hope he hasn't been. that would be quite--" hesistating briefly, "-- unfortunate."
when matteo introduces himself, 'matteo garcia, at your service and your hamster's,', and holds out his hand, elih instinctively reaches out for the offer of a handshake. the comforting familiarity of the gesture is welcome, though its formality seems a tad out of place in the jamboree. the thought crosses his mind briefly, tugging along suspicion, and leaves just as swiftly.
a split-second later and the regret hits him head-on, along with a shock that one would presumably get from some variation of miniature lightning strike. ( in retrospect, he'll think that it really wasn't that bad, but in the moment, unexpectedness has quite the tendency to skew one's opinion ). a badly stifled yelp later and an involuntary step backwards, and he's shaking his hand rapidly as though to regain its regular feeling. for a moment, he stares in amazement, then a smile tugs at his lips and, eventually, a short breath of laughter escapes him. "that was unexpected," he states the obvious with no shortage of mirth, now tilting his head ever so slightly, his own prank forgotten ( at least momentarily ). "how on earth did you manage to do that?"
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[attr="class","jarburnbbat"] elih kartal || welp imma thread anyways...? also sorry about matteo he's an idiot
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[attr="class","jarburnbblyr"]Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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Whoever the man is, he looks downright uncomfortable. Or at least anxious - and Matteo knows that feeling. He's just full of nervous energy, and his other hand taps against his pants, fiddling with his pocket. He wants his invention to work, he's just never tested it before...[break][break] "Yes. Unfortunate," Matteo echoes, unsure what else to say. He searches with a sweeping gaze, but nothing. His hand's out for a handshake and...[break][break] His smile breaks out in delight when he feels the warmth of the other man's hand in his, and then the sudden startled, stifled yell as he backs away. He's filled with a rush of delight - yes! The device worked! Another success to add to his belt. Except - now he's got no other prank to pull. He's not sure what to do now, either - apologize? The man looks amazed, a little shocked (and he has every right to be), but what's Matteo to do now? He supposes all he can do is help him look for his hamster.[break][break] But first, to answer his question. Matteo grins, showing his small trinket in his hand. "I made it using some spare scraps of metal, screws, and the key component, an enchanted piece which I bought off the market. Meant to shock slightly, but otherwise has no other use. I'm glad it worked, though," he says, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if it was a little - shocking" he says, wiggling his eyebrows. However, there was concern in his eyes - he hoped the voltage wasn't such that it'd be painful. [break][break] "Anyways, where'd you last see your hamster?" he asked, checking his surroundings again. He doubted they'd find the small animal in the crowd - there were too many people milling about, too many possibilities that the hamswer was crushed or eaten or smuggled away.
