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.
[attr="class","i1scroll"]he takes a moment to silently appreciate the tiny tart. it is, truly, very good. maybe it’s because he hasn’t been bothered to bake any sort of sweet treat in a while ( and he can blame nothing but his own laziness ), or maybe it’s that he hasn’t been to a fancy sort of event in a while, and despite his distaste for frivolity, they do typically serve an entirely new caliber of food.[break][break]
his silent contemplation, however, is interrupted as desmond points out the effects of the costumes — with undisguised curiosity, he eyes the flowers that wilt as the seer draws closer, brows drawing closer together in thought. “i—”[break][break]
a pause, as desmond’s hand melts away to reveal bone. he blinks, momentarily at a loss for words. taylan wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this wasn’t quite it. [break][break]
with mildly increased concern, he examines his own outfit. nothing in particular catches his eye, until a solitary flower falls from the cloak. as he watches, the petals unfurl into the wings of a small, slightly translucent hummingbird. it gives a soft trill, hovers gently over his shoulder, and flies around both the plantshaper and the seer, as though inspecting them.[break][break]
all things considered, an illusionary creature companion isn’t the weirdest thing that he has seen this night. he selects another tart from his plate and pops it into his mouth, and gives a nod towards desmond’s hand ( or lack thereof ). “does it hurt?”
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jan 8, 2019 23:46:12 GMT
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[attr="class","m1scroll"]he bends down a little awkwardly as siobhan crawls off, glad to no longer be used as a perch of sorts, though his gaze on his cousin remains somewhat wary. it’s always smart to be careful around kasparians.
“he’s manageable,” moosely tells siobhan, with a begrudging sort of acceptance that suggests that it isn’t so much the truth as much as it is the wish to avoid any shared bodily harm. he accepts the girl’s affection readily, though, before he too turns his attention to the pirate duo.
maddox, on the other hand, is regarding zephyr’s state with a mixture of undisguised amusement and concern, the latter sentiment mostly directed at the way zephyr has to scramble around to maintain his balance. “i’m glad i put on the right outfit, then,” he says, with a glance at moosely. he doesn’t envy the way the moose has to deal with being put in places that really aren’t meant to hold mooses. that fancy marble floor has got to be stupidly slippery for a creature with hooves, after all.
wordlessly, he extends an arm, just in case monkey-zephyr would like a more stable seat. except that as he does so, a crimson flame curls down the length of his arm, warm but painless, and settles at the tips of his fingers like candle-fire. “ah.” a pause. “fancy that.”
[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"] Aiden smiled at the thought, mildly amused with his friend’s opinion. “Cute in like a pitiful kind of cute. I think.” He didn’t feel sorry for himself now, considering it was still pretty fun despite the circumstances but he imagined if he watched some other person slow dancing in a mascot character suit, he would’ve laughed. After all, it was all pretty ridiculous. He leaned forward to say something else only to accidentally bop his friend’s nose with the plastic snout of his costume. “Oh-! Sorry, it’s still not sticking.” He said quickly as he straightened up his neck, even tilting his head to the side to make doubly sure he didn’t end up smacking Charani in the face with a rubber dragon again.
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He held back another laugh at his friend, figuring the costume was more or less high jacking his manner of speech. Then again, he would know best about matters of fate or not. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” He said nodding at his friend as he made a small note on his friend’s. maybe it was because of the character the costume was portraying but it’d made his companion a little possessive of the costume, which he found a little funny. Then again, he didn’t know if possessive was the right word. After all, he had been trying to steal the boy’s crown earlier and any self-respecting prince would’ve been protective of a symbol of their status.
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He wished he had someone observing him in his own costume. He couldn’t track the subtle changes in himself like he might with others. Only in retrospect had he realized he’d been mildly obsessing over a crown. It was even real. Just incredibly shiny in the right light. It glinted brilliantly with every step and twirl. For a fake crown, it was pretty good. “I’m glad I got something really full body myself. There’s a bit more of Silverleaf’s iconic touch in it when your entire body is covered up in a costume….I guess.” All he’d known is that it had been way easier to feel the effects of the costume when your skin was literally turning into green scales and smoke started to billow out of a snout. Hell, he’d eaten in costume, and instead his of his mouth it had been that of a large, fanged beast. Gloria Silverleaf was an icon.
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The little hummingbird born from one of Taylan's flowers is a welcome distraction from the unwanted seer-prince in the room. Its detail is impressive, and its actions lifelike. When it nears Desmond, however, he leans away and retracts his skeletal hand, setting it on his lap in a closed fist. If his costume's effect on the plantshaper's flowers was any indication, he has a feeling this limb was not going to react well with anything Taylan's costume created.
To the question of pain, the seer shakes his head. "No... Just wasn't expecting it," he answers honestly. Then a pause, a swirl of his glass and a drowning of the rest of its contents. "The tarts are good, but the glasses are small," he huffs. Well, he supposed the tarts were small, too, but Desmond didn't care about that nearly as much. Figuring this was a suitable enough explanation, he stands and makes his way towards the bar replace his empty glass.
He has a hearty laugh at Aiden's answer. It is slightly true. Sure without the costume the redhead was all tight packed muscles and lean milky white skin. The costume made these thoughts... no wait that wasnt true. That definitely wasnt true. Shit.
The dance continued. It wasnt the most pleasant what with Aiden not being the most graceful in this lumbering costume an even managing to bop him a few times with the darn thing.
"I was thinking more like a child in some sort of school play~" The kind of cute where you couldnt help but laugh and be happy at just the sight of them. You know that childish innocent kind of cuteness that normal Aiden didnt usually have. He was more of the boyish bishonen charm not the little kid type.
"Ah yes. These costumes are quite something. Though I am still of the mind you would do better in another costume. Maybe a maid's outfit. I could always use a maid." He said sticking his tongue out of his mouth with a wink at his friend. Yes he would not say no to his friend in that kind of costume but honestly it was more likely to get a laugh out of him than anything else. He wasnt particularly into that sort of... thing.
The song had changed at this point. They all sounded kind of the same though. It was probably because they supplied a cheap band for this event and could only play a few songs. That or the costumes were affecting those who were playing the music. You never know.
[attr="class","gearcore"] Although Sprocket's love for blades could rival the affection which built many romantic relationships, it still did not surpass her fierce protectiveness over her witch. The instant Maddox's arm is licked by flames, she has Zephyr cupped in one hand and pressed up against her chest, while the other deftly brings the dagger she'd been handling up between herself and the purifier. Although no words pass her lips (as usual), her piercing scowl speaks volumes. Her human (now monkey) has been burned enough for one lifetime, thank you. Brother or not, if he did so much as aim those flames in Zephyr's general direction she'd extinguish them with his blood.
"Spock!" the exclamation from Zeph is muffled, and the small bundle of gold fur can be seen squirming around the pirate's grasp as stray arms and a tail poke out periodically from between her fingers, "C'mon, that's Mads. Don't be a dick..."
"He's been stabbed too much this month already--" the crafter adds across their mental link -- a topic which he most certainly did not want to bring up in conversation.
Though Captain Sprocket offers a half-annoyed, half-disappointed "Tsk..." her defenses remain un-relaxed.
Zephyr, meanwhile, manages to worm his head out from Spock's grasp, just enough so that he's able to get a better look at Maddox. "Are you alright?" he asks his brother, with no shortage of deliberate concern.
[attr="class","i1scroll"]the hummingbird settles gently amid the flower crown and his hair, its eyes inquisitive as it regards its surroundings. taylan has no idea whether the illusory creature is properly intelligent, per se, but it seems to know what’s good for it nonetheless — it wisely avoids the seer, and instead settles for peeking out at him from between sun-gold petals.[break][break]
he raises a shoulder in a shrug, still mildly fascinated by the skeletal hand ( the creation of a little bird is one thing, and having your flesh literally melt off your hand is another ). “fair enough,” he says, letting his attention drift over the rest of the gathering. there are quite a number of interesting costumes about, he notes, observing over the rim of his champagne glass. some costumes more terrifying than they are artistic, and vice versa. he isn’t quite sure which he prefers.[break][break]
as desmond pulls away to fetch another drink, taylan calls out lightly after him, “grab another for me too, please.” and then faintly, because shouting is the last thing he ever wants to do in an occasion like this, but courtesy has never been something he has been able to shake, “thanks.”
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jan 10, 2019 10:54:13 GMT
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[attr="class","m1scroll"]he probably should have thought that through. though, then again, it isn’t as if the flames were consciously a choice. ( or maybe he should have known what he was getting into when he chose a demon for a face. ) he raises his hands immediately, palms open in a swift surrender, a sheepish grin curling the corners of his lips.
“it’s all good,” he says lightly, a note of apology genuine in his voice before it swings towards deliberate cheeriness once more, “for all you know, i might be maddox’s evil twin, choosing a costume party as the prime time to step in and take over.”
the fire, however, is somewhat curious. he is most certain that he hasn’t developed a new elemental magic all of a sudden, so this must be the work of the costume. he doesn’t think it is even remotely capable of being harmful. or if it is, well, he’s a purifier. he can deal with it.
experimentally, he leans over the side and brushes the flames against a tablecloth. the cloth remains unharmed and unburned, untouched by any tangible fire. “i’m fine, really,” he insists, and waves his hands by way of demonstration. “it’s all an illusion, really— look!” he fans out his fingers and shakes his hands lightly. little motes of fire-light trail behind them like a sparkler’s trail. “jazz hands!”
This is the end of the official All Souls Celebration thread -- hope you enjoyed! If there's still some rp that you didn't have enough time to get through, you can always make a follow-up non-event thread involving the costumes. [break][break] Everyone who posted at least once in this thread has been awarded 80 gold. [break][break] Everyone who posted at least 3 times in this thread has been awarded a total of 150 gold and the below item (Tsubaki Kokeshimaddox rothscus ✨briar atkins @caleb aiden emersonZephyr HartCharani Petrovtaylan kargaDesmond Grey):
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[attr="class","stafftempitem"] SILVERLEAF ALL-STYLE CLOAK This full-length, midnight-black cloak with silver trim is a sleek and fashionable accessory, and has an added magical property thanks to the late fashion icon and weaver Gloria Silverleaf. At the will of the wearer, the cloak can change its cut, color and style, effectively allowing it to become any kind of fabric-based outfit with minor metal components. Close friends of the icon said she wanted to help budding designers experiment with their ideas. However, there's nothing stopping people from using this cloak to copy official uniforms or make a quick outfit change for undercover work.