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.
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his gaze slides sideways towards the stage, the drones swiveling in position to get a better look. the magic is familiar enough ; he recognises the way the mana itself swirls within the flames, and traces them back to their origin at the same time that zephyr mentions it. "just illusions," he clarifies quickly, eyeing the readings of the drones. just as well --- knowing kasimir's strength, actual flames may have been a little overkill. he doesn't bat an eye at the alias ; it is not his secret to spill.[break][break]
still, he doesn't miss the apprehension in zephyr's voice. "i did," he confirms with a nod. "we're good now, i reckon." the amusement is clear in his voice. "so no-- you don't have to march back there and punch him."
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[attr="class","ccscroll"]as imposing as the bear familiar is, her eyes are soft, and there is a sparkle to her fur like starlight shimmering beneath her pelt. "you're alright," luci says reassuringly. she really is honest ; she scarcely feels a thing when the boy scrambles up her side. neither corvus or saskia are particularly stocky people, and she is a terribly sturdy creature.[break][break]
"he's very protective," there is something akin to amusement running under the explanation, and she raises her hand in a wave as corvus shouts out across the crowd. she'll have to catch up with him later, and laugh more about how a fledgling had roped him into a stage show, of all things. he truly never ceases to amaze. "oh- i don't know about that, he's much more powerful than me!" she offers corvus a million-watt grin. "one day, though! one day, i might catch up." [break][break]
there is a glint in her eyes as corvus mentions going on a mission with her brother. curiosity, one thinks. something mischievous glitters in the depths of a rose-pink gaze. "he's a good teacher! you should get him to teach you that phoenix one," she says, gesturing to the stage where a spectral phoenix soars upwards effortlessly, "that one's super cool!"
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Corvus is quick to Luci multiple times for her assistant as she is soft and radiates some warmth. He doesn’t apologize a second or third time, not wanting to annoy her. He supposed it was a different experience when they were on a rush kind of mission than just hanging out. He’d never really hung out with Saskia before, but Saturnalia had provided plenty of opportunities, unfortunately. Something off, something sad tries to worm its way up to the surface of his mind and he is quick to shove it down. He pushes and stomps and feels his vision goes hazy as he spaces out for a moment of intense focus on being O.K. before tilting his head at his companion. Some would say it was similar to the how some of the dogs at the shelter looks at you when they met you. “But…if you stood next to each other, you’d look related. So, it’s not that big of a secret…is it?” he asked. [break][break]
It was Corvus’ turn to laugh. “I’m sure you will. I just mean it runs your blood or whatever... You’re like my cousin, Siobhan Kasparian . She’s also crazy strong, and her brother is even worse.” Siobhan was younger than him and had a much better grasp on her abilities than Corvus did after all. He could do tricks, sure, but tricks were easy. Tricks were simple enough to do when you were a performer. But Siobhan and Saskia didn’t perform tricks. They armed themselves, they found well. If he had been caught up at the Empyreal Cup like Zephyr Hart or maddox rothscus ✨ could he have made it out alright? Could he have helped if he couldn’t even help himself? He dind’t dwell on these kinds of questions when it was obvious what the answer was, and he knew it very well. He was keenly aware of it. [break][break]
“Yeah I thought so too!” Corvus replied agreeing all too easily. It was hard not to when he and Saskia had just witnessed a master fire driven performance for a show. A show of all things. This should have been Corvus’ bread and butter. He hadn’t walked the rope in so long. Maybe he should get back into practicing in case he got rusty. Flexibility and grace were always useful qualities. At least, that’s something Nikita would say. “That thing?! I don’t think I could my magic’s kind of…uh...smaller scale you know? I like the green flame stuff though.” It looked easier, manageable. He didn’t want to pick something like a Phoenix and then drag out his training sessions because he couldn’t just do it. If he got kasimir burovski ✨ to agree it would’ve already been a huge time commitment. He didn’t want to waste anymore of his time. “What about you Saskia?” he asked during a lull between the performances. “Do you just…you know, teach yourself stuff?” he continued. He admired her the most after all and part of it was her own magical power. Knowing how she did it might help too.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 15, 2019 7:21:36 GMT
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[attr="class","ashni-textbox"]there are some familiar faces in the crowd, that he can see even past the curtains partially blocking him from view. and, if his luck holds true -- which, unfortunately, is something he would put money on, were he inclined to gambling -- they will have seen him too, regardless of his attempt at anonymity. sincerely, he hopes none of them will ever bring it up. yes, he is well aware it is a futile hope.[break][break]
again, he curses himself for being so susceptible to that fledgling's pleading. this is why he should avoid people altogether -- you cannot get dragged into helping at a concert if you never speak to anyone, right?[break][break]
kirjava still has yet to stop laughing.[break][break]
though... he has more immediate and important things to worry about. namely, the flash of pink hair like a banner in a sea of people, the bear glittering in the sunlight, and the silvertongue novice by her side, a vaguely familiar face. his eyes narrow. saskia is friendly with everyone, he knows, and the two of them are the same rank, but...[break][break]
no, that must be the reason. still. he slips off the stage and into the crowd via the back, carefully making his way towards the two witches. luci is thankfully extremely easy to spot, tall and broad with fur like fractals of sunlight on snow, and even if not for her, his sister's hair stands out like a nebula glowing in the dark of space. "saskia, luci," he greets as he slips to their side, quiet but warm. a slight pause; "kasparian," he says, and his voice is a little bit colder, a little bit dangerous, well. they are still strangers, that is all. "are you enjoying the concert?"
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[attr="class","ccscroll"]she cants her head sideways as she thinks for a moment. "i suppose so," she concedes, "though we're not too often seen together, so!" which is to say, she knows little of the circles that kasimir hangs around in, and vice versa for her. their orbits are tangential at best, and despite her stubborn ( some may say delusional ) optimism, she is well aware of the types of people silvertongue holds within its keep. she is similarly aware of how her brother may overreact if he knows, truly, the types of people that she hangs out with.[break][break]
( not that she herself knows the nature of some acquaintances. saskia makes it a point not to know. ignorance is bliss, as they say. )[break][break]
"i'm sure you could do it!" she quips; offers her belief just like that, like there isn't a chance in the world that corvus could ever disappoint her. for a moment, a comfortable silence stretches between them as they turn their attention back to the stage, now with a new performer beginning their routine. to corvus' question, she shrugs, palms turned upwards. "kinda, yeah! i borrow a couple of books sometimes, get in some practice with the other augmentors-"[break][break]
there is a voice that disrupts her train of thought immediately, and she turns sideways with a shriek of delight. doesn't quite leap off her familiar, but dangles precariously off the side with one hand outstretched, as if to haul kasimir up as well. "it's been great so far!" if she notes any tension between corvus and her brother, she says nothing of it. instead, her grin turns impish. "managed to finally ditch the stage, huh?"
She laughs and cheers each performance on, swept up in the enthusiasm of the crowd and left breathless upon the waves of excitement tossing them to and fro. Sometimes ( more often than she'd care to admit ), she has to bounce up and down like a hyperactive bunny doused up on sugar in order to actually see the stage properly, but hey, that just adds to the experience right? This is why she loves events like this -- hundreds and hundreds of strangers all gathered in one place, all experiencing the same emotional high together in a magical night.
In her ongoing quest to watch all the performances, Ling is so singularly focused on the stage that she's completely blindsided by a stranger bumping into her. She yelps, arms flailing as she fights to retain her balance; and when she finally does, when she actually looks up at the person who'd jostled her, she wonders how she could have missed her at all.
The woman is tall -- yes, most people are tall compared to Ling, shut up -- with a glowing flame crown woven through her golden hair. It takes a heartbeat ( and prompting from Valkea ) to realise that she's speaking, and that Ling needs to respond. "It's okay!" she says cheerfully, waving off the apology with a laugh. "Maybe a little bit, but so is everyone else," she jokes, gesturing at the crowd around them where pretty much everyone is at least half a head taller than her. Another performance finishes and she claps fervently despite only having seen a little bit of it. "This concert is pretty amazing, isn't it!"
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 15, 2019 8:18:38 GMT
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[attr="class","ashni-textbox"]put the two of them side to side and there is no denying they are related, he and saskia. their colouring is different, but they have the same flame-bright hair, the same curve to their cheekbones, the same angle to their jaws. they, and krystian too, all reflections of each other with shared blood and magic shining true. put swords in their hands, and their technique is the same too, a steel-song legacy carefully preserved and passed down where everything else was lost.[break][break]
but those are heavy thoughts, for once out of place. he shelves them aside for another day, reaching instead for the sun; for saskia. "are you sure you want to do that to poor luci?" he asks a little drily, but his eyes are smiling, and he takes her hand. ( he will always come when saskia calls; always and wherever. ) insubstantial wings flutter at his back, allowing him to step up without any undignified clambering or unnecessary burden on the bear.[break][break]
"ugh." he makes a disgusted, long-suffering noise at the reminder, covering his eyes as if that would help block out reality. "please don't remind me. that singer.... she was persistent. never again."[break][break]
( and if his reasons for settling next to saskia have more dimensions than just desire to be in her company, if his glance at kasparian is a touch sharp, if the reason he has not said a word to kasparian directly aside from a greeting is more than just being caught up in bantering with his sister... well. no one can prove anything. )
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[attr="class","gearcore"] "What? Punch 'im? Ya paint me as a scoundrel, good sir," Zephyr gasps in mock offense. He knew there was no use in seriously pretending that it wasn't the sort of thing that he'd do. Mads had already witnessed him starting brawls in Bell's Bar with sailors twice his size over issues not even half as serious. But, although he doesn't say it, he's glad his brother sorted things out.
Spock, of course, chooses this moment to climb back up to her usual spot upon her witch's shoulder, a few more rings on her fingers and emborus skewers in her hands than she'd started with even an hour ago. She pushes the half-eaten skewer in front of Zeph's face insistently, which he accepts with a resigned huff. "Ya want one? She's feelin' generous t'day, apparently." The monkey grins gleefully, and holds out an uneaten, extra spicy skewer towards Maddox.
In the background of his mind, his drones continue to project images of Sirius, now joined by Corvus and that sunflower girl who'd joined him during yesterday's paint war. He realizes a few things, seeing them side by side and how Sirius treats her, and how he treats Corvus. But, he shelves those thoughts for another day.
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"Ahh…" Corvus said realizing she was right. The rare instances he had seen Saskia and Kasimir had been separate. He started to say something else before cutting himself off as the girl assured him he would do it. Whatever was leftover sputtered into silence, and he felt himself blush. He stared at the stage, and looked back only when she started speaking again. Once more, Corvus is nodding and there's a sense of reassurance that comes over him. [Break][break]
He turned down to see her brother and his nervous frown broke out into another broad grin before only to change back into nervous as Saskia hung off her familiar. His hands raise on instinct as he gets ready to grab her by the shirt, and he then relaxed once more. Turning his attention back to Kashmir he waved once more. "Ka-!...B-burovski! We've had fun. You're performance was really impressive." He said, trying not to trip over his words. [Break][break]
Corvus snickered at the older witch before smiling. "For what it's worth, it was a great debut." He added. "How've you been? I haven't been able to catch you since our mission and, uh, I wanted to ask about illusion again." He said before looking at Saskia for courage. His cheeks flush darker as he continued, "And also, the ...Phoenix thing you did…" [break][break]
[attr="class","junescroll"] "oh, how could i forget?" he returns, his voice theatrical, hands gesturing dramatically. "of course you'd never, you're too much of a saint to do that!" it'd be more convincing if he wasn't grinning throughout. he's seen zephyr get into scraps that even he has been reluctant to join. not that that's ever stopped him, in the end, since somehow it always ends with them sitting on the steps of the bar, pressing cold bottles of beer to their newest bruises, laughing about gods- did you see that guy's face when-[break][break]
there is a skewer shoved before his face quite suddenly, and he blinks in surprise. "don't mind if i do," he accepts it after a moment's inspection, because the meat does have a distinctly reddish tinge to it that comes with copious amounts of spice. he does have a soft spot for spicy foods though. "cheers," he says, raising the skewer and offering a nod before he takes a generous bite and --- holy shit it's spicy. but it also is really, honestly, very good, and he supposes his expressions reveal as much ; he's not sure if he's grimacing or grinning.[break][break]
the drones continue their sweep of the crowd, and for a moment, they linger on the red-haired summoner and the two others around him. corvus, he knows. the girl --- she is unfamiliar. but a memory of a conversation rises unbidden, and he remembers the sister that kasimir had mentioned. remembers the fierce desperation that kasimir had asked him to swear by --- to never bring her harm --- and he considers, briefly, the way that zephyr still knows kasimir as 'sirius', and how his brother is just as capable as him in this observation of the crowd. which is to say, it is likely that zephyr sees what he sees. which is to say : they're going to need to have a chat. [break][break]
he looks out across the crowd, where the people cheer and celebrate with nary a care in the world. he reckons he can save that discussion for another day.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 16, 2019 5:38:33 GMT
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unfortunately, for all that kasparian seems a little nervous to see him, kasimir is not sure his attempts at passive aggression and slight intimidation have worked. they boy still looks too at ease. there is not too much he can do about it, though, considering saskia's presence, and the fact that kasparian has not done anything suspicious or wrong -- yet. he resists the urge to frown at the boy.[break][break]
"thank you," he says instead, sounding rather flat even to his own ears. he is sure his face is making an equally unenthused expression. then again -- and he sneaks a grimace at the stage -- he would react similarly to anyone mentioning the performance to him, barring saskia. he really, truly does not like stages. maybe if he ignores it hard enough, he can pretend it never happened?[break][break]
more conversation, and kasimir is unfortunately fairly certain his sister would not let him get away with not answering. perhaps coming here was a mistake. "i have been fine," he says blandly, despite that really, really not being the case. neither saskia nor kasparian need to know, though for very different reasons. his eyes grow a fraction cooler as he watches the boy blush after glancing at saskia. unacceptable. "perhaps," he says slowly. "we should spar, sometime." and have a much needed talk, too.
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[attr="class","gearcore"] "Damn straight!" Zeph replies with a bark of laughter and a crooked smile. If anything he was the patron saint of reckless ideas, but nothing more than that.
He has already taken a bite of his Spock-gifted snack when Mads accepts his own, so Zeph can only offer a thumbs-up accompanied by a sound of muffled approval. It's savory, lathered in a flavorful sauce that probably laughs in the face of personal health, but it tastes delicious. Though, he does notice his skewer is significantly less red than the one given to Mads. He likes spicy foods, but overkill heat tends to give Spock the tingly pain without any of the flavor. The realization hits after Maddox takes a bite: she was definitely just using him a a guinea pig before offering any to her witch.
Mads' expression confirms it, a nebulous thing between glee and pain, and both Zephyr and Spock can't help but burst out laughing. "Gods, the look on yer face!"
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UPBEAT SHEET MUSIC
LIMITED USE ITEM - UNIQUE - 3 USES
Have you ever wished you had your own theme music? Well here's your chance! Ripping this page of sheet music in half will cause it to disintegrate into a magical dust, and will begin playing the song which was written on it in the space where it was activated. The song lasts for about five minutes.
When worn around the neck, this blue pendant gives the person wearing it a larger vocal range and greater ability to project their voice. This item is a magical focus for spellsingers which allows them to amplify their offensive spells, but is also a valued item for non-magical vocalists and voice actors. It is highly advised that a person practice with it before using it on stage, as it rare for people with sudden, newfound variation in their voice to be able to use it properly.
[attr="class","j1scroll"] It's fine, she says, which stops Emery from worrying. The girl is alright, and Emery has not caused any disturbance. The girl brushes off her apology and laughs. "Well, I'm glad," She smiles at her and her eyes turn back to the stage. She chuckles as the girl jokes and gestures to the crowd; Emery looks around and realizes she is right, almost everyone is tall. "Well, you said you could still see," She says with a teasing grin. "Though I'd offer to give you a ride on my shoulders if you want, so you can see better."
[break][break]The applause that breaks out almost drowns out her voice, and as she claps along with the crowd, she hears compliments for the concert from the girl. Emery nods in agreement. "Yes, it is a fantastic concert," She seems to repeat what had been said but she doesn't mind, as long as the girl doesn't as well. "This is my first time to a concert, actually... I seldom come to events like these."
[break][break]Inclining her head to her companion, she raises an eyebrow in wonder. "How about you? Have you been to one of these before?" Emery asks; she did not really come here to converse, but she figures it wouldn't be so bad to talk to someone once in a while, especially with days like this that give you chances to chat.