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.
All Souls Night is a holiday fused from many cultures of Salem. Though people assign various stories and meanings to it, at its core it celebrates life and those who can no longer experience life's journey. On this night, the Jester's Den has historically thrown the biggest costume party in Salem at their headquarters in Mirrorlight Metropolis; this year is no exception.
[break][break] As a special addition to the usual food, drink, games, and merriment, the hosting coven is also loaning out costumes to some randomly chosen partygoers. These outfits were designed by the late Gloria Silverleaf, an acclaimed weaver and one of the biggest names in the fashion industry. Since the designs were only in the conceptual stage before she passed away in her sleep, they were donated towards this celebration in her memory.
[break][break] In character, this celebration occurs just a few days before the Empyreal Cup final round. Out of character, these events will overlap -- the Empyrial Cup will begin while this thread is ongoing. Your characters can attend both, but don't overwhelm yourself!
[attr="class","stafftemptitle"] how it works
All events in the party will occur in this thread. It's unmodded, so don't wait for staff!
[break][break]Characters should arrive with a costume, whether it be their own or one of Gloria Silverleaf's creations. Gloria's costumes have all been woven to cause minor transfiguration-like effects whenever worn, For example, someone wearing a vampire costume may develop a pale complexion and grow elongated fangs. This affects familiars as well, so a witch dressed as a knight may find their familiar has suddenly become a valiant steed. However, unbeknownst to everyone, after being worn for an hour, the effect becomes more severe: the wearer will look completely like what the costume is supposed to portray, may develop some physical or magical abilities where applicable (such as nonphysicalness for ghosts), and may even find their personality or nature shift partially towards whatever person or creature the costume was meant to portray. [break][break] This event is not death enabled. Have fun, and Happy Halloween!
Post by Tsubaki Kokeshi on Oct 31, 2018 23:49:02 GMT
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Tsubaki Kokeshi
It is not death that I fear, but never living.
All Souls night had never been an event that Tsubaki had the available time to celebrate, although this year was an exception. With her training and work removed from her week, and a stockpile of alchemical reagents curing on the shelf, there wasn't necessarily any excuse that she had for not attending. Still, this brought the matter of costuming into question, or rather, it had. Jester's Den had been rather generous, offering works of the late Gloria Silverleaf for their celebration, and it seemed a waste to the brewess to simply let the costume go to waste on a derelict hanger.[break][break]
Clad in a robe of violet, amethyst, and with a collar of constantly decaying and regenerating autumn leaves of pink and orange hues, Tsubaki appeared on the roof of the cafe with a silent glide. Her face scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar body behind the guise of her vulpine mask. The exercise was ultimately futile, but it was allowing her time to adapt to the mildly transfigurative effects of the costume on her legs. She leaned herself against the wall, moving her leg gently until she figured out the basic functions. It worked like walking on tiptoes, but the sudden change from shin and toe to shank and cloven hoof was rather strange, although she was getting used to it.[break][break]
Supposedly this costume represented the duality of death and rebirth, comprised of the feminine and pensive fox spirit beside her hungry, ravenous wolf companion. Tsubaki didn't pay too much attention to what was told to her, although the additional changes to Echo had proved interesting. His head had been replaced with a deep, purple barked wood full of gnarled surfaces that bled down into his fangs, his body cloaked in the same decaying leaves as her collar. She enjoyed the costume, that much was certain, but whether or not she would enjoy the party was still up in the air.[break][break]
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 1, 2018 12:48:40 GMT
it is a generous offer, and he isn’t about to turn it down. it isn’t as if he’s actually participating in the empyreal cup — he can afford to lose out on some sleep to attend a fancy costume party. there’s good food and drinks available, games scattered about the floor, and the costumes! there is no denying the utter glee in maddox’s grin this time; he hasn’t gotten the opportunity to run around in fancy rental clothes for quite some time.
not to mention the transfiguration-esque effects that the outfits provide: the costume had been subject to a brief atheneum scan prior to putting them on, albeit more out of curiosity than any caution.
he’s gone for a classic look this time, hair braided back between curling ram horns, pupils glittering jet black, canines pointed lupine-sharp in a crooked smile. the outfit itself is far less supernatural by comparison: a dark cloak and shirt of faux silk and lace. the oddest part by far is the tail, he thinks; it curls behind him with a pointed tip waving restless in the air, and he has to pay extra attention to not accidentally knock anyone’s drinks out of their hands as he walks.
moosely shares no such reservations.
the moose is, somehow or other, subject to similar aesthetic changes as his witch: his fur is inky dark as opposed to the regular muted brown and his eyes burn a low red, matching the fire and smoke that curls upwards from his antlers and hooves, and magically dissipate not long after. he clatters after maddox, head lowered and grumbling under his breath, narrowly missing crashing his antlers into someone as he swings around the corner.
“oh gods, buddy, try not to kill anyone.” maddox swats the moose lightly on the shoulder, peering over his familiar to address the poor soul on the other side, his smile sheepish. “sorry ‘bout that, he’s always grumpy.”
after several hours of debating which costume she should settle on, she thought to herself that there was a possibility she'd spend more time preparing herself for the party than she would actually spend time at the party. the celebration was certainly going to attract witches from all over the city and she'd disappeared for quite a while. her grandmother had fallen ill so she'd taken it upon herself to move out to the outskirts of salem, in that tiny home her father shared with her grandmother, and she stayed until her grandmother passed, and until her father told her to go.
'i'll be okay, sweetpea. don't you worry about me.'
and rather than deal with the luggage strewn across her bed, she'd gone out with art supplies in hand, ready to breathe back in whatever the city would offer her in late october.
thistle was the one who suggested they go and the one who ended up picking out her costume.
"but it's not me," she'd protested as he gripped brilliant orange feathers in his teeth.
"maybe it'll help you get out there," he responded, refusing to take no for an answer. so he helped her fix the beak to her nose, the feathered shawl down her arms. on the walk there, the smoke started curling at her feet; embers crackled at the base of her neck.
"it's silly," she says now as she walks into the party. there are only a few arrivals as of now, and the noises in the room remain at a low murmur. thistle shrugs his shoulders, lithe form ashen gray, the smoky beginnings/(endings?) counterpart to her phoenix costume.
she takes a step toward the banquet table, looking for something to fill her hands with when she nearly gets trampled by a moose.
"oh, goodness. excuse me," she says, the tips of her ears turning pink. "i," she starts, but makes a strangled noise when her heart leaps in her throat at the sight of their costumes. "i--wow, i didn't anticipate seeing any scary costumes?" she laughs then, at herself, though it's a nervous laugh because she realizes then that there are more than likely going to be far more terrifying costumes being worn tonight.
Post by Siobhan Kasparian on Nov 4, 2018 1:32:04 GMT
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Now it's time to say goodbye To the things we loved and the innocence of youth.
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This is how we play destroy. We destroy everything in our path with righteous anger. With the power we wield above all others. The strength to do what others will not. That is what she learned from the circus. Destroy or be destroyed. That was how you dealt with enemies. There was no such thing as mercy. Mercy bread enemies.
She ate her small snack, a bright red apple, as she entered the party for the all souls celebration. There seemed to be a handful of her coven members still setting some food out as she came in. She had helped with some of the preparation earlier in the day but she was not really that big into the holiday. She just liked having an excuse to wear a nice outfit and eat lots of food with her little Sheila.
There was a woman in a scary costume with some kind of wolf thing. She waved to the two as was polite. She didn't know who they were so they were probably not from this coven... or newer to the coven. It was hard to tell. A couple of paces away was a woman and a rather tall annoyance. Oh wait. It's maddox rothscus ✨ she is pretty sure. Maybe? It was hard to tell with the tail and strange costume but she did see a large moose with him so she had a good hunch. She dusted off her costume, a simple white dress with decorative flowers adorning her like jewelry. She even had a wreath of flowers upon her head. A forest spirit come to stimulate the rebirth of life through the blood of the fallen. After all it is said that the most fertile soil is that stained with blood.
The long haired teen rushed towards the girl in the bird outfit and her cousin. She leapt forward with surprising strength... honestly probably using strengthening enhancing magic like she usually did. Her goal was to tackle/jump on her cousin. "SNEAK ATTACK!!!!" She would shout from the top of her lungs. Okay maybe she did not gain whatever assassin like grace that seemed to run in the family at all. It wasn't exactly a sneak attack when you called out you were attacking. Though to be fair you didn't need to sneak when you could just punch your way through your obstacles. Whether she had been dodged or made her way onto maddox rothscus ✨ she would turn to the group of two. She had come alone since Billy was preparing for the stupid tournament.
"Now where's my favorite moose." The girl would hum this of course and lock eyes as best she could with the moose familiar. She was kind of... mostly ignoring the girl's presence to be honest. She was busy. He was a good moose and needed to be pet sometime soon... or she'd break his legs again.
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]Caleb never liked Halloween that much, starting from when he was a child. It wasn't like he was scared; that much he'd gotten used to the pranks conducted by one of his classmates from a long time ago. In fact, it disappointed him. Not enough scares to finish him off, and not even enough to share with everyone except the sweets and all the "fun".
However, tonight may mark an exception to that rule. There is a party going on somewhere in Mirrorlight Metropolis, and even though Caleb decided it would be best not to go at first, he was obligated to. That said party was hosted by the coven he belonged to (he felt slightly betrayed knowing that), and as one of the members he should be a good representative. So he was forced to, as supported by Aria's urges to go.
So he arrived at the headquarters of the Jester's where the said party was going to be held, looking like an old, rotting doll with seemingly lifeless, dark green eye contacts that he was forced to wear tonight. His clothes were still neat but he more or less represented a little doll such as Pinocchio, with beige and brown colors painting his clothes. What's most intimidating about his costume is the little painted stitches forming like triangles all across the sides of his mouth. Probably representing his mute state, which Aria thought as creative.
Both witch and familiar walked around the crowded room, Caleb blinking anxiously as he traversed through; the people around them were truly enjoying themselves tonight, laughing and chatting the night away. He sighs while Aria simply smiles and turns her head left and right, examining the different costumes. Caleb, meanwhile, was busy fiddling with a red, torn-up bowtie, clearly deep in his thoughts and deciding whether he should get out of here or not--
That was until his concentration failed him, to the point of finally bumping someone out of this lack of concentration. He quickly backs away once his shoulder makes impact with briar atkins , and he quickly performs several gestures to the trio, bowing frantically. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm truly very sorry. He perks his head up anxiously to her, as well as to maddox rothscus ✨ and Siobhan Kasparian .
To Siobhan Kasparian , though, he tilts his head, blinking uncertainly as if to say, You're... very familiar, though...
Aria, meanwhile, is flying up ahead trying to find someone to talk to herself, deciding she would have to leave her master to mingle on his own. Sure enough, she perches on a wolf's back and tilts her head, blinking, before turning to Tsubaki Kokeshi who was beside him, presumably his witch. You look pretty tonight, miss. She greets her politely.
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and here i want to love you, just let me love
credits to kimmy for the costume design <3
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While Aiden held that almost universal childlike love for All Souls Night, born out of a need to take advantage of those that became more generous thanks to the festive mood, it was a different reason entirely that he had made his way out to the celebration ins Mirrorlight. As a weaver, and as Rosario Cunningham’s only grandson, he was morally obligated to go to this event and inspect he work of the late Gloria Silverleaf himself. Not only for her sake, but for his as well. As hard as it was to incorporate weaving into his offensive capabilities, those of which he greatly lacked, he loved weaving all the same. His attention to detail and methodical stitching had been one of the reasons he’d actually made it into the coven. The Emerson claim had come a few weeks later once that storm died down.
One of the greatest weavers had gone, but he could still learn from her if he got his hands on any of her works. Not to mention if he was really good, maybe he’d be able to figure out how she did it or at the very least get a clue on how to reverse engineer it. Or, you know, he could tell his grandma who would just enjoy listening to the details.
Which she’d get a lot of. To his surprise, The Jester’s Den actually had way more than enough of the late Silverleaf’s costumes to loan out. No later than 15 minutes, Aiden was able to walk around in his new, borrowed, costume: a fat, well clothed, green dragon. Fat because, well, dragons were greedy. Of course, they’d be as fat as they are powerful right? All of that was pretty easy to do with enough planning and scheduling on his part. From the ear like appendages that grew out of his square-ish skull, down to the lifelike tail that moved as if it were an actual limb. He’d more or less spent the time in a corner marveling over the costume, finding new details to fawn over every few minutes. The more excited he got, the more smoke seemed to put out of his nostrils. Did dragons do that? Something told him it was more or less a creative choice, but he still thought it interesting.
At the commotion on the main floor he finally decided to join the party, though he didn’t bother approaching the conglomeration that was becoming the witch with the moose. As a fourth bumped into the waste of space- oh- wait that was a little mean. Ahem, as a fourth person bumped into the amoeba of witches, Aiden turned away from the spectacle following a few costumed fellows that were going around giving out snacks and drinks. He’s not hungry, but there’s something about free food that makes him stride towards a buffet table to eye the offerings. “Oh- pumpkin seeds!!” he said, though it was mostly to himself as he picked up a paper bowl and began scooping a few different flavors of the roasted pumpkin seeds into it to carry around with him. “This’ll be good with warm cider.” He added as he tried to carefully shuffle and reach around people in order to get ALL of his snack choices.
people flood in by the minute and eventually her small party of two multiplies. a young witch leaps at the person beside her (whom she hadn't even noticed had approached) and startles her out of her sudden worry at the onslaught of terrifying costumes that may walk through the door. it's clear then, that nearly being trampled by a moose familiar is only going to be the start of the night. she pulls into herself as the young witch begins talking to the moose, conveniently ignoring her.
she readies a noise in her throat, feels thistle prodding at her expectantly, but she swallows with a grimace, shakes her head, and apologizes quietly under her breath (for what, she doesn't know) before making a convenient exit as far away from the growing group as possible.
she finds herself by the snack table, eyes a few pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies. thistle is twining between her legs then; the pads of his paws glow a faint red (unlike their usual warm yellow). she breaks one of the cookies in half and offers it to him, but he scrunches up his nose and trots off, tail flicking.
oh, please, she thinks exasperatedly. smoke curls off her neck. fine then, she adds to him, enjoy the party yourself.
she starts when someone reaches around her to grab something. instead of apologizing and moving deftly out of the way, she grabs what the boy is eyeing (as she is closer) and hands it out to him expectantly, brow raised, smile...almost inviting. "sorry, is this what you want?" she asks, fingers pinched around the wrapper of some type of chocolate truffle.
her nerves are surprisingly calm in the face of an oafish dragon.
Aiden is practically salivating and instead of the smoke puffing out of his nostrils like a lukewarm chimney, a little bit of dark colored drools leaks form the side of his mouth. The plate of treats is messy but there seems to be some sort of order. Cookies stacked in one part as the foundation of his sweet snacks. Pumpkin seeds flanked deftly by pigs in a blanket and apple slices wit ha little container of caramel balancing over top. It was over the top, but Aiden had more or less planned how he would carry his plate, like a goddamn nerd.
Its not his intention to bother anyone, mainly hyper-focused on the warm cider, of which he hasn't had since last thanksgiving with his grandparents. The dragon is startled, and shows it easily by flinching away from the phoenix woman. The pumpkin seeds rattle against the paper plate adding to the effect, but he hopes after the fact that its lost in the cacophony of noise surrounding them. "I- uhhhh..." he began trailing off as he tried to put better phrases together. His eyebrows, or well, the strange looking protrusions around his forehead knight together as he frowns and speaks carefully. "Yes. I, um, I didn't wanna bother. By. Asking." There's a pause as he carefully wrapped his claws around the drink and takes it. Aiden opened his mouth to say something else but instead only managed to lift up his cup and begin gulping down the cider. Its hot, but it goes down smooth at least. It warmed him up, but it wasn't scalding.
"It's pretty good." he noted looking into his paper cup before quickly looking back at Briar and gesturing at the rest of the cups. "I recommend it. Uh. Hi." there's another pause as he takes a breath to relax himself. "I'm Aiden. Nice to meet you?" His words rise into a question as he isn't sue about how long the flaming phoenix will stand him before moving on.
Post by Tsubaki Kokeshi on Nov 17, 2018 1:41:28 GMT
[nospaces]
Tsubaki Kokeshi
It is not death that I fear, but never living.
Tsubaki held her glove out to the bird, offering her a perch upon her wrist. "Thank you for the compliment, although I'm not sure you'd think as much knowing who this character is supposed to be." She chuckled gently, eyeing the bird. "I wonder if you'd be interested in hearing our story, darling bird. The story of how we came to be."[break][break]
She wasn't sure why she had changed into the first person, but the shift felt natural... perhaps even real. Echo spun around her excitedly, the blue hue of his mouth slipping out the sides as though he were drooling. "A story! Tell her the story, dearest fox! Then perhaps we can eat her!"[break][break]
"No, dearest wolf, she has come to visit us. We've no one to call home tonight," Tsubaki cooed gently, pressing the wolf down into submission. She had simply accepted the first person as part of the character at this point. Perhaps it would make the story better. "We are here merely to be away from the stress of the hunt. Now tell us, friend," she directed her words back to the bird. "Would you like to hear the story of the eternal hunters? The story of one become two, and of two become one?"
well, it just goes to show that looks aren't everything. when the dragon begins to talk, he doesn't seem grouchy or oafish at all. perhaps just a tad hungry. she eyes his snack plate, taking note of the intentional disarray. and as she's admiring the effects of the costume, she's also wondering how people might be looking at her. with slow-burning embers and pale blue eyes turned yellow. she doesn't know it yet, but rivulets of red light are beginning to glow softly on her face, creating the illusion of lava-like cracks in her face.
anxious to do something with her hands rather than wring them uselessly in front of her waist, she nimbly takes another cup of cider and brings it to her lips. and lo and behold, the dragon is right. warmth spreads through her body and she can't help but grin at the notes of allspice and cinnamon. usually her drink is tea, but this is nice.
"i'd love to find out who catered," she says as she grabs a pumpkin shaped cookie to nibble on.
"sorry, excuse me. that's rude of me." she puts the half-eaten cookie down, wipes the crumbs on her shirt, and holds out her hand. "aiden," she repeats and then repeats it a couple more times in her head. she's good with faces, but names are another thing entirely. and for some reason, he sounds familiar?
"oh." she blinks. "you're in the helios knights, aren't you? i think i may have seen you around the courtyard. and i'm briar. a pleasure to meet you properly."
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]The young woman seems to hear her greeting, even offering her a perch by holding up her wrist; Aria does not frequently get these types of responses from strangers who she simply happens to compliment, so this more of a surprise to her. Of course, it would be rude to turn a friendly offer down.
She flaps her wings and perches over to where her wrist is, turning to the young woman with a small smile. Aria is asked if she wants to hear a story -- from the specifications, maybe a story about her and her familiar. And while this is not the night to be hearing stories, it wouldn't really hurt to hear a simple tale from a new acquaintance, wouldn't it?
I am sure to enjoy such story, so feel free to tell me. She finally speaks.
The wolf suddenly tells his master to tell the story so they could potentially eat her, and she whips her head instinctively towards the wolf, challenge blazing in her eyes. Oh... is that a challenge right there? She questions him, but is refrained from saying more when the witch draws him to submission. She then starts telling her about he story again, and now Aria could finally say that it would be interesting to hear the lives of these two.
She could see Caleb approaching them from behind with two plastic cups of soda; the bird waves a wing at him before she turns to the woman again. Well, a good story would do good if there is a slight increase in audience, correct? She looks over to her master, who is smiling and offering the other cup to the young woman. My master would be interested in hearing this story with me, as well.
Caleb only stands there and says nothing, letting Aria do the talking. He is still offering the other cup to the other witch, though.
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[attr="class","gearcore"] Unfortunately, Gloria Silverleaf's costumes were all designed for humans, but that didn't stop Sprocket from demanding one for herself. Luckily they'd arrived early to help with the set-up, so with the magic of some pins and self-confidence, they were able to fit the monkey into a pirate shirt and oversized, ostentatious captain's hat. Little golden earrings and other bangles appear after just a few moments of wearing the outfit, and she immediately decides she's going to keep it.
"Spock, we're just borrowin' it," Zeph chuckles at her overdramatic poses. With little time to prepare after the fiasco in the swamp, the crafter had just thrown together some of his more showy worn creations (one pair of striders and some prototype climbers) and labeled himself a cyborg. He didn't have anything matching for his familiar, much to her distaste, so it was a goof thing the Jesters were giving away even more outfits at the event itself.
Coming early, however, meant that the duo had been wearing their outfits for a bit longer than the rest, and so they were one of the first to experience the full transformation from Gloria's weaving magic.
It was a bit disorienting at first. Both of them found themselves on the ground, and saw the room they'd been decorating as much larger (for Zeph) or much smaller (for Spock) than moments before. The differences which they noticed didn't snowball, but rather hit them all at once. When the crafter looked up, he saw a brown skinned, wild-haired woman with piercing golden eyes. When Sprocket looked down, she saw a little pygmy marmoset with unusually golden fur and a fitted striped shirt.
"Spock..?" the monkey asks -- and he thanks Merlin he can still speak properly.
The woman grins, and although the crafter now has some idea of what just happened, he is no less baffled by the situation.
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Captain Sprocket, armed with her cutlas and fancy feathered hat, dashes into the main party area, eyes wide and darting with excitement. Moosely, with his antlers practically scraping across the ceiling, is the first friend she spots, and so she immediately makes a B line to his location. Without greeting, nor warning, nor explanation of her changed shape, Spock slings her arm over Maddox's shoulder and shoves her hand (which is currently carrying her new pet monkey) in front of his face. She can't wipe the elated grin off of her face.
"SPOCK! Ya don't need t' push me right up in th' face o' every fuckin' person we see!" The monkey complains in a tone of exasperation (and a bit of embarrassment). The captain snorts in amusement and moves her hand a bit further away, but makes no motion unhook her other arm from Maddox. "Ah, Mads! Hey!" Zephyr was finally able to get the full image of the face he'd just been shoved in front of, and his blue eyes glistened with recognition. "This costume turned out t' be way more intense than I was expectin'," he comments, offering a half-nervous chuckle. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about being small enough to be crushed under someone's foot.
He waits for her opinion and then quickly begins nodding once she’s realized that he’s totally right. Aiden is quick to drink a bit more, the sweet and salty of his plate making him thirstier by the second. He wasn’t sure if the buffet table had unleashed some sort of desire to gorge himself, or if maybe it was because h was genuinely hungry. He leaned on the latter, as when he thought about it he couldn’t really remembered the last time he’d eaten today. Surely, he’d had something after dinner last night right? Then again, he had been cutting it close all day and running around trying to finish last minute errands before the party. O-oops.
The dragon titled his head at the quick apology, not quite following where it’d come from, but he accepted it quietly nonetheless. As she repeats his name he nods again letting her talk while he was busy shoving three pigs in a blanket down his throat. “Yiesh-” he mumbles as he raised a clawed hand to cover his mouth while speaking. He clamps down on it looking away for a split second and forcing himself to swallow hard. “Yes. I’m with the knights.” He clarified. She said she had seen him around, but it’s unfortunate he can’t place her. His momentary squint is replaced with a polite smile and a nod as he lies gently, “I think…I’ve seen you around too. I uh, I tend to get really into work though so sorry if I never said ‘hi’.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Briar.” The dragon added his eyes following one of the strange glowing marks on his companion’s face before focusing on speaking with her and not staring at her costume. He itched to dig into her costume as well as the effects were visually way more different compared to his own, but that was awkward to admit out loud, so he instead tried to provide something interesting to talk about. “It’s actually, my first time coming to a party. I used to just go out for candy all the time.” He admitted, chewing on a brownie while in musing over his past All Soul’s.
she knows the look that people give when they lie, when confusion has sat on their face for too long and it blends into careful, polite 'remembrance.' but she's not offended in the least. she'd be surprised if he actually did recognize her. more often than not, her only reason for being at the helios knights hall is to visit their library hall and shove her nose in a couple of books, or sit on her favorite bench in the courtyard gardens, obscured by low-hanging branches so she can sketch in peace.
"i don't go to very of these myself either," she admits, though she feels she hardly needs to say so. her drawn body language--slightly hunched shoulders, clasped hands, the lilt to her head--speaks volumes to her discomfort. "but i figure at some point it's time to go out there and talk to someone other than thistle." she laughs and then the forest cat makes an appearance. she gasps as he pads out from underneath the dessert table.
"wow. these costumes work quickly," she says as she examines him. his once-ashed coat has now molded into something alive. plumes of fire sift with every flick of his tail; embers crackle and smoke curls up off of his paws. he looks like kindled flame, mottled patches of brown fur visible through all the red.
"it's a pleasure to meet you," the familiar says as he hops up onto the table and snatches the rest of briar's pumpkin cookie.
"how long have you been wearing yours?" briar asks as she turns her attention back to aiden.
