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.
Post by Charani Petrov on Nov 19, 2018 7:52:29 GMT
@party friends
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
"why am i like this?
"why am i like this?"
There were many people around by the time he got to the party. He had gotten a costume from the pool just like many people had. Sure he had plenty of his own but none of them were enchanted like this was. He was a little excited about being something or someone else for a night. Keep him away from the nightmares and dreams of the past.
What he was given... or found to be quite honest was a small crown as well as some fancy looking clothes. Honestly it looked... well kind of like cheaper versions of some of his formal attire his grandmother had gotten him. The girl who gave them to him said it would fit him perfectly. Princely. That was the word she used. He kind of felt regal in this outfit. Like he was better than he was. It was a strange feeling.
"Well... hopefully someone nice is there." Someone nice was there. Or actually plenty of nice people were there. He couldnt see aiden emerson at the moment but he was sure the male was here somewhere. He loved this holiday after all and would probably love to get his hands on a legendary weavers magic items. He was just that kind of guy... learning and improving through observation. He wondered what his friend got from the pile? Not that it mattered he would look cute in whatever he wore.
There was some drinks though across the hall and he made his way there. There was a group of witches he vaugely recognized from various missions clinging to each other. They were being kind of weird. Then again who was he to judge? Or was it okay to do that? Was he better than them? Anyway back to the drinks. With a small sip he could taste the alcohol slip down his throat. It burned.
Post by Tsubaki Kokeshi on Nov 19, 2018 19:11:31 GMT
[nospaces]
Tsubaki Kokeshi
It is not death that I fear, but never living.
The fox chuckled, her tone falling into a voice much less ethereal. "You'll have to forgive us. We're having far too much fun embracing the character behind this costume." The glow behind the eyes of the mask seem to smile alongside her tone, the wolf spiraling around her. "It's nice to try on a different face every so often," Echo said, his grin subsiding into a more serious face. "It feels strange to act so impatiently ravenous, but it's part of the mythos."[break][break]
"So," Tsubaki's voice suddenly fell back into the soft, ethereal bell tone, "Let us tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a tall, pale man with hair as deep as night. He was well traveled, and he was very, very lonely."[break][break]
"Why was he lonely?" the wolf interrupted bruskly, his tone as hungry as before. The fox rests her hand between the wolf's ears. "All things must come to meet this man, and so all things fled from his company."[break][break]
"Did he chase them?" Echoes fangs dripped that sickly blue, arcane drool that seems like blood. "Hunt them like the prey that they were? Did he eat them?"[break][break]
"No," Tsubaki shook her head. "The tall, pale man was too lonely to chase. Instead, dear wolf, he did what we had done. He took a potion, and split himself in two."[break][break]
"So that he could always have a friend, dearest fox?"[break][break]
"So that he would never be alone again, dearest wolf."[break][break]
Tsubaki hummed gently, her tone fading back once again. "This is the story of the Wolf and the Fox, the twin spirit of death. Those who willingly accept their death are greeted with the mercy of the Fox's dagger, while those who run are hunted until they are claimed by the wolf's jaws." She slid the mask up atop her hair, revealing her face beneath. "It's a fabricated tale, and doesn't really fit in outside of a few funky novels, but I suppose there was a want for it in the designers taste." She extended her hand towards the boy, hoping he would accept the handshake. "I'm Tsubaki, and as for the potion thing, that's another story in its entirety."
Post by aiden emerson on Nov 24, 2018 21:51:49 GMT
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He relaxed once more when his companion revealed that she wasn’t very experienced with social gatherings. It made him feel a little better. Sure, he’d gone to all kinds of social events with the clan ever since he’s joined the Emersons, but that was different. That was publicity or just to rub elbows with other famous families. He didn’t care about that. This was an event that he chose to come to of his own volition. Sure, there were multiple reasons to be here, but the sticking point was that this was his choice. He doubted he would be granted similar joys with the Emersons. At most, their All Souls celebration probably would’ve been a masquerade or something. Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t EVEN a costume. Fancy tux and a mask, whatever. At least try.
He looked down at the cat familiar, tilting his head curiously and almost bending down to pet before deciding giant claws hands were not the ideal petting option for cats, much less any animals at all. “Likewise. I’m Aiden.” The dragon returned, dipping his head in a polite acknowledgement of the familiar. He snorts as Thistle steals the food right out from under Briar before looking back at the phoenix witch. “Uhhh-” he held up a clawed finger in a ‘wait’ sort of gesture before pulling out a pocket watch from one of his pockets. Of course he had been timing how long it took for the costume to take effects. It was part of his observations, duh. “Exactly….28 minutes and…30 seconds.” He said before putting it back. “It’s strange though, this was mainly a rubber suit. But it’s pretty lifelike looking and feeling.” He said. To demonstrate he slapped his tail on the floor to the beat of the music in the air. He then stopped the minute his excitement over Silverleaf dissipated into embarrassment.
He felt the need to add he had been timing the transmutative effects of his costume for research purposes. “I’m a weaver myself, and so I thought tonight would be a good night to squeeze info out of the greats, so to speak.”
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]The glasses of soda had soon been forgotten, Caleb drinking his own glass while he and Aria listen to the tale that is about to unfold from this young woman's mouth and her familiar. She narrates the beginning of the story before being interrupted by the wolf with a question, and she answers and tells again, and so on and so forth, until she draws to a conclusion of the story. Aria and Caleb could simply blink in confusion, but soon this dissipates as both nods in acknowledgement. It was confusing, but at least worth something to entertain someone with.
Then as the other states that their costume has been giving it away, Aria hums in acknowledgement and inspects her said fox costume. Indeed one of the most well-crafted costumes out there... just to clarify, did you bring that costume all by yourself or did they come from... Glory... oh, Gloria Silverleaf? She asks, raising an eyebrow as she perks her head up to the young woman.
Then she offers a hand and names herself Tsubaki; Caleb smiles and nods, doing the same, taking her hand and shaking it. She seems to be expecting a name, at least for Aria, so she steps in and talks for the young man, who turns to her gratefully. Very nice to meet you on this night, Tsubaki. My name is Aria and this young man is Caleb, my master. She waves a feather to the young man, who bows down as a response to the indication. He's a mute, so don't expect him to be talking aside from sign languages this night.
Aria folds her wings and turns to Caleb, who nods at her as approval to do all the talking. Hmm... I wonder... She mutters, wondering whether the stories she had told them just a while earlier are true. Is that so? I would love to hear more of the story, but that is if you still have time to do so. After all, it's gotten really interesting, and Aria loved expecting more from amazing stories. Caleb seems to think the same, giving a simple nod.
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Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 26, 2018 2:32:05 GMT
there are many things that happen at once. he flashes a sharp-toothed grin, says, “oh come on, it’s not that scary!” he’s speaking for himself, though: there’s something about a giant flaming moose that might be a little intimidating, he will admit. he’s about to say something else, something polite and small talk-esque and appropriate to say at a gathering like this, but then there is an unholy shriek of ‘sneak attack!’ behind him and, instinctively, he braces for impact.
something — someone — lands on his back gracelessly, small arms and legs immediately snaking around his neck and torso like an absolute gremlin, and he does his best not to stab siobhan in the eye with the horns. it wouldn’t be good for either of them if that happened: knowing her, she’d probably try to break it. he hopes she doesn’t. though, she is one of those adoptive cousins courtesy of aunt nikita; there’s really no telling with them. “gods— hi, siobhan.”
he wonders briefly if it is nikita’s presence that instills such a spirit of chaos into them, or if she is some sort of chaos magnet. it is a question worth thinking about, though not now.
moosely, resigned to the presence of their younger cousin, begrudingly inches closer within petting distance. he doesn’t want to spend the next week nursing bruised and fractured legs. it isn’t fun.
someone bumps into the blonde girl ( who is already apparently moving away from them ) and bows rapidly in apology; he gets a curious glance in response, but little else, because suddenly there’s a small monkey shoved in his face and a stranger’s arm slung around his shoulders and he freezes; but wait, hold on, is that monkey talking?
the voice is familiar enough, the mention of ‘spock’ jolting him out of the semi-shellshocked state and there is incredulity clear in his voice when he stares at the monkey, then at the woman, then back at the monkey. “zeph?”
moosely, meanwhile, stares at the former-monkey. “i should try something like that one day.”
he doesn’t make a habit of attending such events, but invitations are invitations and costumes are costumes, and sometimes you just need a night of stupid impulsive decisions back in the town that you left ages ago, so here he is.
it’s a very grand costume. far more elegant than what taylan ever normally wears, far more showy and attention-grabbing than he would normally like. but festivities are festivities, and he is hardly the most obnoxious guest around. he hopes, anyway. a crown of flowers rests lightly on his head, its flowers ever-changing. they bloom and wither with every breath, an impossible array of blues and pinks and every shade in between. a few errant fireflies trail behind him, floating motes of light that give the plantshaper a decidedly ethereal glow. the top is ink-dark and sheer, baring tattoos of floral and serpentine designs that match a heavy cloak seemingly made completely of interwoven branches, vines, and flowers.
despite all that, the entire outfit is remarkably light. he moves easily enough, boots clacking sharply against a marble floor as he makes a beeline for snacks and refreshments. he’s tall enough to get the bartender’s attention without too much issue, the flower crown a mildly dizzying display as he orders a drink, and then on second thought, something a little stronger for desmond as well. is he enabling a bad habit? probably. does he care right now? not really. one night of indulgence won’t hurt. by the time he’s somehow wormed his way out of the crowd back towards the less crowded spot where he left his roommate, he’s carrying two glasses and a plate full of miscellaneous snacks.
“they have good food here,” he says, holding a glass out for desmond. taylan lifts up and inspects a tiny fruit tart, musing, “i should learn to make these one day.”
The front door of Taylan's flower shop was bleeding pink again today, and Desmond still didn't know what it meant. The last time it had been so boldly colored was during the Valentine's Day festivities, which, though it concluded without any serious damage, had been the center of a chaotic storm. Hopefully going out tonight wasn't a mistake.
Ling, the orchestrator of this night out, had even provided outfits for the two of them. She seemed quite pleased with herself about the whole thing. Desmond wasn't sure why she was so insistent -- or why she associated with him and Taylan at all. He worried it was the influence of stray memories, and told himself over and over that he shouldn't encourage it. She'd do so much better if his life and hers were removed from each other entirely.
"It suits you, though," Grendel's thoughts nudge against his mind. The seer is brought back to the present and the mirror in front of him, regrets brushed aside for the moment, though still lurking. The familiar wasn't wrong -- the costume's dark cloak trailed midnight smoke in its wake, silent in its step. Silver and bones decorated his hands and neck, and sharp obsidian crowns his head. None of it is to the point of excess; it does not flash or demand others' gaze. By the time they reach the party, he was be a mere sliver of a waning crescent among a sea of glittering stars.
Taylan, on the other hand, is the sun. Even among this menagerie of dressed up partygoers, his colorful outfit stands out.
This also suits him.
"I'd be disappointed if it wasn't good... this is being hosted by the largest coven in the world, isn't it?" the seer retorts as he accepts the offered glass from Taylan and immediately takes a drink. The tarts are small, but clearly made with delicate care, and Desmond finds himself perplexed by how a chef could put so much effort into something so tiny and temporary. But, when he takes one from the plate and pops it in his mouth, he supposes he can't complain. He hums in vague approval when Taylan contemplates learning to make them himself.
However, he was starting to notice something, both when he reached towards Taylan for the drink and the food, and so he reaches out a third time, his hand hovering a few inches from the florist's shoulder. He wasn't seeing things -- the flowers began wilting. When he retracts the hand, they bloom again as if nothing had happened. Odd. "Did Ling ever tell you exactly what these costumes were?"
Post by Siobhan Kasparian on Nov 30, 2018 3:05:11 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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The young girl would give her cousin a pat on the head minding the horns. What she wouldnt give to snap them off his head with just a smidge of effort. They just looked so fragile and just asked to be crushed in her tiny hands. She wouldnt of course as it was unladylike and Nikita was always poise at these dumb parties. Well mostly.
She would dismount from the tall man like a small monkey climbing down a giant. The tiny human scaling a titan in reverse. It was an odd sight to behold. The moose familiar was at least kind enough to bend down closer to her level so she could pet him. She would give a quick pet to the large creature with a smile on her face.
"Maddsy isnt giving you to much trouble is he Moosely?? Need me to beat him up for you?" She would hum turning her eyes away from the moose towards her cousin and the monkey/pirate duo. They looked strange but kind of neat. They were an interesting duo of course. The flowery maiden would give the large moose a small peck on the top of his head before turning to the group.
"I like your costume~" The girl would say to Zephyr Hart and his familiar. Well mostly to his familiar. She looked like a cool pirate queen and she was living for the aesthetic. It was super cool. The party was moving on in time and she seemed to be enjoying herself. She was slowly getting calmer than she normally was... less aggressive maybe? That was it.
Post by corvus kasparian on Dec 7, 2018 1:59:24 GMT
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His sense of urgency is only heightened by the costume he was wearing. Or rather, maybe it was a little ironic at the moment? Corvus climbed up the steps upwards towards the main floor of the party, shined shoes and solid heels clacking against marbled floors. Chatter, and the vaguest of melodies idled their way, filling up his entire head with buzzing. Ears twitched, unfocused on what to pay attention too and poking up through mused hair. A pair of tiny spectacles somehow miraculously stayed on the bridge of his nose, and Corvus found that his satin gloves hands twitched in need, patting himself down and sliding into a vest pocket to pull out a very elegant looking pocket watch. The detail in it was beautiful, and he wondered if weavers delved into jewelry and filigree somehow. Or maybe an enchanter has assisted her. He rad the time, he was fine.
Slowing down as he reached the top of the stairs, the young snake adjusted his attire once more, straightening up the tie around his neck and dusting off fuss from his jacket he’d picked up in his frantic run. He was here, he had a costume, and he was free to enjoy the party as he pleased. All things considered, it wasn’t the hardest thing to move around in. It’s fine, finer than anything he’s been able to wear in years. But it’s not stiff. It felt well worn, trustworthy, comfortable- but still looked crisply ironed. Along with his styled hair he felt pretty cleaned up. It was different to his usual look of wispy purple locks flying asunder, and worn, faded clothes hanging off him because they didn’t fit quite right. This felt like it was made exactly for him as it melded to fit his body.
He didn’t know much about weaving, but it was pretty interesting if it could do this. He made his way easily, sliding and darting through couples and groups of witches that mingled around. He offered soft apologies, and courteous smiles. One person even a handkerchief he hadn’t realized he had in his breast pocket. Not that it mattered. As soon as it was given up he felt another promptly appear a few moment later to replace it. This one, he noted, a different hue from before but still as shiny, and clean as the last one. Corvus climbed more stairs making his way up to the big balcony. He hummed along to the music, snatching up treat with new dexterity. “That’s new. Must be a costume perk.” Philippe said into his witch’s mind. Corvus could feel the bird’s smirk. “I got a brownie... want some?” There’s hesitation in his friend, but the bird eventually decides that with the open air, he would enjoy a brownie. At least they weren’t inside where it was a bit more cramped.
As Corvus continued forward, trying to get a better view of Mirrorlight, there’s a squeak on his shoulder and he stops to look down at the source. “P-Philippe?” he asked incredulously as the ridiculously, gallant looking mouse glare up at him, a shiny satin bow tied around his neck. “Yes, were you expecting someone else?” the mouse snapped, upset with the change. Corvus let out a laugh before stating, “You kind of match me now!” Obviously, Corvus. That was the point. There’s angry muttering as Philippe adjusts to his smaller, flightless form leaving Corvus to take in a breathtaking view.
Despite the fact that it was night, the view was illuminated by all manner of strung and floating lights. Purple, orange, red, and black covered the buildings around them. Illusions of bats, ghosts, and all manner monsters could be seen. Witches roamed with their familiars, parading around on different costumes. He could see a trail of people coming and going the party. He hadn’t really been able to enjoy this holiday too much, recently. He’d missed it though. Briefly he wondered if he could find his cousins, as frightening as the prospect was. He wanted to see their get ups too. It probably wasn’t as simple as himself. The lot was far more excitable and creative than he was, that was for certain.
His thoughts are interrupted as he catches bright blue and purple in his peripheral. A look grants him the vision of a very large dog looking creature. He forgets familiars can take on a canine form as he makes a beeline for it, face bright with excitement and hand already outstretched, the threat of being bitten not quite fazing him anymore. “Hello!” he greets easily, though its more directed at the overgrown cool toned mutt than the witch it paired with and their acquaintances. “Your dog, looks very good!” he added reaching to give the would familiar a scratch behind the ears before just as quickly pulling away his hand and spinning around to get a better look at the pelt. “This is a good costume.” He adds with a pleased laugh before looking up at the witches before him. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” he asked eyes glancing from the wolf’s master to the rotting doll with a stitched up mouth. Despite himself he brings his arm up you his stomach before giving a crisp bow. “I’m Corvus. Nice to meet you.” His words are friendly despite the formality from before. Philippe doesn't grace the trio with even a look, too busy nibbling on the brownie he'd been handed earlier.
[attr="class","gearcore"] Maddox seems part baffled and part incredulous. The crafter can't blame him, honestly, since despite being the one in the transformed body he's feeling the same way. Well, at least this was happening to him in the middle of a party instead of the middle of a hostile swamp village like what happened to Billy not too long ago. The thought crosses his mind that he has no idea if Billy had told Siobhan about that yet, or if he even wanted her to know about it at all. Ah, well, he'd figure it out if it came up.
"Unfortunately, yeh," the blond-furred monkey mutters, confirming his identity from Maddox's bewildered guess, "Apparently th' magic in these costumes don't give a shit if they fit right or not. Spock's pirate outfit made 'er a full-blown human." And, by extension, the companion form which had been designed for the pirate's familiar must have been thrust onto him.
Captain Spock beams proudly at Zephyr's explanation and Siobhan's praise. She then lets go of Maddox and retracts her hand which was holding Zephyr, causing the monkey-shaped crafter to yelp in alarm and tumble forwards to cling to one of her fingers. With her free hand, she flicks aside the reddish half-skirt which had been covering her right pant leg, revealing a collection of throwing knives secured around her thigh. Grabbing two, she hands one to Siobhan to admire (who wouldn't want to admire such a fabulous and yet practical weapon?) and hums contentedly as she plays with the reflection of the other. Zeph was silently thanking his monkey-like clinging abilities, because the room had flipped upside down at least four times as Sprocket excitedly handled the blade.
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]It would've been only Tsubaki and Caleb conversing for tonight, and after that they would have been on their way for home now. Caleb insists on going home as soon as possible, but decides to stay around to strike a conversation with one of the guests of the party. Aria could disapprove more, but then again, it's what her master wants. She had made a resolve a few moments later to go home with him after their conversation with Tsubaki.
Looks like they would have to stay longer, though.
Oh, look. Seems like someone else wants to join us. The bird tells her master without even sparing him a glance. Caleb does not let that little groan of irritation escape his throat, instead turning to where his familiar had been looking. Sure enough, a young man in a rabbit costume walks up to the trio, but does not spare them a glance as he is too busy surveying Tsubaki's familiar. A wolf, so truly majestic, even Caleb could agree. No wonder why people seem interested with him.
He looks at them a few moments later and apologizes, before bowing and introducing himself. Caleb smiles and bows back at him as a greeting, Aria remaining perched on his shoulder as she looks at the young man in front of them. Strange one, he is. The costume, at least. But there is nothing Aria could make out as a true first impression on him.
She does not offer these insights to both, and instead bows like they had done. Nice to meet you as well, Corvus. She tilts her head and reaches out a wing to both witches. This is Caleb, my master. This young woman with the large wolf is Tsubaki. She figured she would have to spare the introductions all to herself so as not to get Tsubaki preoccupied with introducing herself... if she is. But what has been said is already done. She continues to speak and raises an eyebrow.
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Hi everyone, and happy new year! We're going to be wrapping up this event & starting a new year's event up soon. This event thread will be open for one more week, and afterwards rewards will be distributed -- all characters who posted at least once will get some gold, and every character who posted at least three times will get a little something extra! Posts which are made in this final week will count towards rewards.
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"] One of the things they don’t tell you about dragons: probably illiterate. Probably, most definitely, fucking illiterate. How did he know? Because he couldn’t very well write much of anything right, now could he? His hands were not only oversized, but thick claws protruded from the ends of his fingertips. Initially, heavy gloves had now sort of molded onto pale skin, tightening and adjusting to his body until rubber became scales and heavy became light. Larger utensils like tongs and big serving spoons were easy to manage but… a pen? No. No that wasn’t easy at all. That was FAR from easy right now. The gives up on trying to fish out the pen from his pocket and shoving back in the golden pocket watch. He really needed to get a wristwatch. Then again would it have fit on his wrist right now? He felt like he’d gained and extra fifty pounds in this costume. At least he wasn’t sweating. That or the costume was making him think he wasn’t if that was even possible with this kind of thing.
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He decided it was best to stay hydrated. Ice water. Aiden downed the rest of his cup of cider, briefly wondering how in the hell he was going to go pee in this get up before bowing his head slightly at his companion to excuse himself. “I should get water before I inadvertently get heat stroke or something. I’ll grab you one.” The young witch offered as he brought his plate of snacks close to himself and lifted and arm around it protectively. He’d be damned if he let anyone jostle his treats from him. No, no, no, not today. There would be no food waste here.
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Aiden made sure to give wide berth to the loud amoeba from before, glaring as he attempted to forge a path for himself. He’s fat enough that he can push through without much fuss and a few ‘excuse me’s. The faint smoking from his nostrils from before seems to ramp up again like miniature smoke stacks. He didn’t know where that was coming from, but he felt the warmth in his belly as if he really could spit some fire at any moment. He couldn’t. There was no way Gloria Silverleaf implemented something so dangerous. Then again, he didn’t know the extent of her costume work anyway. When he was bigger it felt like a longer journey, but he weakly reached the water, slapping a bar counter and begging politely. A large glass with ice cubes was handed over and he chugged half of it, carelessly turning with it only to slap someone’s legs with his overgrown tail. Did dragon fight with tails what the hell? “Sorry! I can’t control it well yet.” He said quickly, pumpkin seeds dripping to the ground as he accidentally crushed his own snack plate against him. The momentary embarrassment only worsened the smoking and Aiden sniffed hard trying to stop it, it was starting to get a little out of hand. "Are you, uhh, ok??" he added eyes glancing down at the floor before he kicked away stray pumpkin seeds like he hadn't just caused that mess.
[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov one week of all souls they said get it in while u can they sAID
He got smacked in the shins and it kind of hurt. He turned around to give them a piece of his mind until he was who it was. Or at least he thinks it is him? The fiery hair and voice are his for sure and his face at least kind of looks similar. The claws and tail were for sure new though. A lizard costume maybe? Or some kind of animal.
"Ah wonderful. I see you have also chosen to partake in this festivity aiden emerson well met. But what are you wearing?" Not that he hadnt spoken like this before but he sounded... richer than normal if you get what I mean. Like a rich boy or some kind of fancy barons son or something? Iit was weird.
"I am fine. Well met my friend though. Really don't worry about it." Okay that was a little less princely. More like the normal warm him. The plus side was this was before the whole rejected love confession so like it wasnt awkward yet. He didnt hate himself yet. Suck it Kimmy.
Anyway back to the drinks. With a small sip he could taste the alcohol slip down his throat. It burned a little less than before but it wasnt that bad. He should remember to get some snacks soonish as well. Something to soak up the booze or something. He didnt drink much to be honest.
[attr="class","s1lyrics1"]constellation of tears on your lashes
[attr="class","s1lyrics2"]burn everythign you love then burn the ashes
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The formality that isn’t returned sparks a flicker of annoyance in him before he smooths it over himself noting he wasn’t usually this formal, and he typically didn’t bow when he introduced himself. Except maybe in performances but…he hadn’t put one on I a while and that tended to be right at the end. Philippe the Mouse on the other hand is simply irritated, his form constrained by magic that wasn’t typical to the city constraints, and he hated it. He sat close to his witch’s neck, not used to be the smallest thing around. Corvus’ amber eyes flit from one witch to the other trying to memorize names. “Tsubaki…Caleb, pleasure to make your acquaintance." he said tugging on his jacket and smiling easily.
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He then takes a step away from the familiar, knowing now it’s a familiar and not someone’s pet, before nodding at the bird awkwardly. He wasn’t used to chatting so much with a familiar. They tended to defer their witches if he got near them. Still, he supposed it made sense when he looked over Caleb’s costume, eyeing the stitching on his mouth. A little gruesome but it painted a picture of…silence.
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“Yes actually. Although I just got here so I haven’t done too much.” Corvus replied before Philippe snickered into his brownie. He had tried really hard to avoid a specific cousin of his. But then again, he did that all the time to avoid ‘bonding’ with her even more. “What about you guys? The food seems top notch at least.” He added.