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.
A world without magic. A daily life as high school boys. This is... a very strange story to be told. Warped into this place by strange magic our story begins.
The school bell rings to signal the end of the day. Scooting chairs and book bags being hurriedly packed for after school clubs to begin. The blonde boy gets up quickly from his seat, stomping down the hallway as he tries to be the first one into the club room. With a slam of the sliding door he is greater with an annoyed sounding voice. Damn he lost again. How does this guy always get here so fast?
The young man sets his bag down as the other members slowly start to pile in. The Vice President tapped his fingers impatiently as they waited for people to show. They had important things to discuss. How to fund their next big thing... Lady Fane was coming here in one months time for a concert and meet and greet. They had to get the money for the tickets. The President had already secured a seller that would hold the tickets for them. They just needed to get the money. “These damn extras need to hurry up or I’ll start without em.” The boy huffed, a bitterly annoyed edge to his voice. Time is money after all and they didn’t have a lot of it. It would all be worth it though when they got to meet the very reason their club was founded. Top selling female pop artist Fane. Her shaggy pink hair and distinctive edgy looks contrasting her angelic voice and meaningful lyrics. She was a goddess who deserved to be praised.
The door finally slid open again as more people piled in. Hurry up nerds. Lady Fane should t be kept waiting. Not that she was actually here of course. He would have probably fainted. Again.
her glasses are smudged from her greasy fingers. aine had eaten a bag of potato chips and thoughtlessly put her hands on her face. she was already running late, by her standards, to idol club. there was no real time to clean them. still, even with dirty glasses aine could see better with them than without. in vain, she takes them off and rubs at them with the fabric of her sweater. the grease only spreads around. she puts them back on and enters the room.
there's only a few people there. despite having willingly joined the group, aine is still relatively antisocial. she didn't say much and when she did it was normally to fact check someone else. that didn't make her a prime choice for conversation. whatever. it wasn't her fault these dorks couldn't bother to get the proper information on all the things they "loved so much". after finding a table, awkwardly she took a seat, placing her bag down by her feet.
they had to discuss fundraiser possibilities. everyone was excited to see lady fane ... even though no one would be seeing her if they didn't get any money soon. that was fine by aine, she'd figure a way to go with or without the group. there was no way she was gonna miss out on seeing someone as fabulous and talented as her. aine had a whole list of things to say when they met. she knew she wasn't likely to get much time to talk to her, so she'd been trying to figure out which question was the most important. more than anything, she was dying to take a picture together.
aine glances at her watch. "okay, are we gonna start soon or no?" if things weren't gonna start soon, she could go. the girl was already a couple updates behind on writing the weekly chapter of her idol fan fiction.
The sliding door rattled open and a young boy with bleached hair and a creepy grin lifted his hand to wave at his Vice President. A small, black bunny with a little bow on a large desk where the president usually set up shop. Naturally, her royal highness was the ringleader of this production having usurped power quickly much to the chagrin of everyone who was more focused on the great idol they all came here to…idolize. “That was 4 seconds faster than last time.” He said tilting his head trying to be helpful, his voice low despite his gaudy appearance. Noble had done his best to figure out the perfect semi smudged eyeliner look to enhance circles under his eyes. The ones that existed because his tortured past kept him from peaceful slumber every night as he told his clubmates.
He sat easily on a desk, feet on the seat and ass on the backing as he waited for the rest of the members to settle in. His familiar, or well, overlord nibble on a small piece of carrot he had so lovingly set out for her. Noble couldn’t help but perk up once more as Aine arrived. She didn’t like to say much, and conversation with her was cut short 9 times out of 10 but he thought her interesting. Suspicious. What tragic backstory was she hiding? What alien powers did she wield? He could sense it. Something was off. Was she playing a long game? Surely, she could sense his powers growing by the day too. “Hello!” he offered before going back to smiling happily at his peers. Every slight movement setting off a jingling of the jewelry. From the chains attached to his belt loop to the little pendant attached to his choker and dangling cuff earrings. It was loud in this awkward silence.
Noble usually had very little to offer unless translating for his master or piping up to agree with something. He rarely disagreed with anything more evident by his silence than willingness to explain why he disagreed. After all, when it came to the club members, he was pretty clueless about the idol Fane. Sure, he knew who she was, and thanks to the club had an extensive knowledge of her music catalogue but…he’d only really started heavily getting into her work this semester. He was fairly new to the club and while the intensity of how this place was ran was palpable, he found it intriguing. And of course, after careful study of Fane’s performances he had also come to the conclusion that she was like EXACTLY like him. An other with hidden power levels beyond his dreams. Powerful as she was poised. As Aine perked up, the boy slowly turned his head to Her Royal Highness still slowly munching on a bit of carrot. There’s a couple of nods before he spoke up. “Her Royal Highness is ready to begin the meeting and says to start us off Vice President.” The boy offered up, once again trying to be helpful as he rested his chin in his palms.
Ah the most annoying club was all gathered with equally annoying membership. Well at least the members who would actually show up did. Their actual president had been to one meeting he thinks? Maybe? That’s how this mess of her royal bunny highness started. Mascot. Whatever. He was done getting into screaming matches with crazy people. Well about this.
The nerdy girl who spent her time writing weirdly sexual Fanfiction was here and so was the bunny handler who had a bad case of the ChunChun. They were in high school and he still hadn’t dropped it. Sure they all went through this kind of phase in middle school but most had grown out of it. “It’s about time. Now let’s get this shit started.” The boy said as he shuffled some papers to look more put together than he actually was. After all he had spent the entirety of last night playing Elder Scrolls Online instead of studying or preparing well for this meeting.
”Okay. We have one month before the concert. We need to raise ¥150,000 before then. Any ideas?” They couldn’t just magically make that much money appear. Sure part time jobs or something would probably help make a dent in that but it’s not like they could just ask for money either. They needed to have some kind of fun raising thing. Like they did in shitty Hollywood movies.
aine slouched in her seat. her spine hunched forward as she brought her feet into the chair with her. pressed against her thigh was a small pink notepad. she was using her favorite pen, it was sailor moon themed with a heart on the end. she meant to brainstorm prior to the meeting so she would have some ideas to discuss. aine was obsessive about preparation. you could never been too early, you could never know too much. yet here she was, with an empty piece of paper. hopefully no one looked over her shoulder. she'd be mortified.
"the president" was cute. she wasn't the real president of course, and she couldn't talk. the black bunny was nothing more than a puppet. noble acted as her "interpreter". he might have been fooling the other members, but the promotion of Her Royal Highness was nothing more than a desperate power grab. these nerds weren't gonna say no to such a cute face. aine could. she would let it continue for now ... but let noble start suggesting the absurd and she would stage a coup.
god, ¥150,000 was a lot. most of these kids didn't even work. they were too lazy or too weird or too scared to get a real job. aine was one to talk though. her part time job was at her parent's shop. they sold stationary. a few moments passed and no one suggested anything. aine groaned internally. "um, maybe we could do a bake sale or one of those 'date with a book' things?" she suggested.
Noble reached over smiling as he gave Her Royal highness a little scratch between the ears now that she had finished nibbling at her carrot treat. While technically, animals were not allowed on school grounds for the most part, being club president brought Her Royal Highness some immunity in these cases meaning she could oversee club meetings and easily be hidden in her charge’s shirt pocket. “I like the bake sale idea.” He said perking up. He liked anything if it had to do with food usually. While not ravenous, food always seemed to disappear with Noble. He didn’t scarf it down, but it was simply one minute it was there the next gone. Where did he find the time? How did he do it so cleanly? One of his powers.
“What about also making a cute photobooth with costumes or grabbing something from the dump and letting people pay to smash it?” he added. Most garbage in the dump was incredibly cheap but sometimes you found cool things in there. “If we were to visit at night, it would be free too.” He added eerily making it sound like he had often gone dumpster diving at the local trash dump at midnight more often than normal teenagers should. But Noble wasn’t exactly normal and he did as he pleased. “Us and Aine could pick up bigger things while the vice president keeps look out.” Because Aine was capable of heavy lifting. She had to be. After all she was taller than both other boys.
“I don’t know what the book date thing is but knowing you it’s probably weird so vetoed.” The boy said as he started writing ou the dumb ideas all these extras had. Damn why was this such a useless supporting cast? This sucks.
”Okay bake sale sounds good for one. Any of you extras know how to bake? And I move that we ignore what wizard boy just said because it’s dumb and illegal” There was two other members that nodded in agreement with this statement. Ignoring the dumb boy it was. No need to get kicked out of school or suspended for this activity which meant they for sure wouldn’t be able to go to the concert.
He really wished sometimes he could go back to his own chunny days and kick the shit out of noble back when he was itching for this kind of stuff. He crackled his knuckles as the young man blathered on about something stupid. It always was.
“Photo booth seems expensive to make. Any other ideas? We should try to do at least one other activity to diversify our income.” They really needed to split the club in half, half do one thing and half the other. Honestlt if they were a little short they could always ask Zephyr Hart the real president to make up the difference with his part time job. They had a little leeway with that but they could go asking to much or he’d just ignore them again.
aine hates this guy. "i know how to bake." of course she does, the girl had a seemingly endless list of skills and interests. natural over achiever, except she had none of the charisma. "i could help but i just remembered youre all a bunch of dicks." aine was sour ... the date with a book idea wasn't weird. it wasn't her fault she was the most knowledgeable and cultured person there. what a bunch of neanderthals, as soon as they were faced with something they didn't know it was straight to insults.
maybe because her own idea was shot down so callously, aine feels the need to come to noble's defense. "i think the smashing idea was good. people love rage rooms." she says. sure, maybe going about getting the items would be a bit difficult ... and also smashing things like glass could be a liability but .. oh who was she kidding that idea sucked for a high school club fundraiser.
some one suggest something else and take her out of the hot seat immediately.
“Not illegal if you don’t get caught which is incredibly difficult to do as the trash dump is a soft target for police officers.” Noble explained, not missing a beat to explain further the ease of access. “We could always call in a favor from the drama club to borrow their props. We wouldn’t mind using it for this.” Noble added. He liked the drama club. They always seemed to need extra help, particularly at night when the seniors of the club liked using him to scare younger members for a challenge. It was always fun to get a good scream.
“We could ask for permission to use the home ec room to bake for our sale.” Noble added offering his assistance once more. He offered a half grin at the girl. “Thank you, though unfortunately we have been outvoted.” He didn’t seem bothered. It had been worth a shot at least. “Fane also has a bit of an acting career correct? What if we did a movie viewing as well. It would be easy to set up here in one of the gyms.” And cheap too. They could rip something off the internet. Though, he guessed such die-hard club members would provide blu ray copies of anything their idol had acted in if only to support her.
“Yeah still a no. Also the drama club has their spring play soon so I doubt they’d be in the mood to share anything with us.” The boy said with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The young woman fought back and quickly backed down.
”Whatever Amazon, your cooking is sketchy at best.” There was no way to verify this as the only time she had ever brought anything, to his recollection, for the club to eat was store bought cookies because they quote: “Weren't worth the effort.” Unquote.
He got up in noble face upon the movie idea. He pomade a quick stride given his small frame and gripped a hand on the boys shoulder. He squeezed hard with the smile of a cartoon villain on his face.
“Look at your finally having a good idea wizard boy.” They already had the movies to play after all. Or at one of them for sure did amongst the lot of them. They would just have to borrow a projector from the AV club which he could easily bully them out of while the gym would be something easy to request. Say 300 yen for a ticket or something cheap. They could get bags of popcorn and candy cheaply and sell them as snacks. Same with dollar store soda for a huge markup. Easy money.
aine does not feel like she’s winning. her quickly frazzled nerves made it easy for her to loose focus. god, it’s just that pipsqueak had a total napoleon complex. she’d take him down a peg if he wasn’t already minuscule. “my palettes too refined for you anyways.” she mumbles under her breath. god, if it wasn’t for their united love for lady fane ... the club might kill each other. shoot, even with their common goal is was questionable if any of them were actually friends.
she scribbles wildly into her lap. writing out ideas for a story later. something magic powers, something power fantasy, something something aine is pulled out of the audience to make out with fane in her pink haired glory. as a young bisexual, aine stayed up late too many times thinking about her idol. she wouldn’t admit this .:. but it probably went without saying.
noble’s idea is a good one. even better than her bake sale idea. a movie night was easy and cheap. even if the rest of the school population wasn’t interested in the film, they would be interested in a chance to make out in the gym bleachers. events were mostly excuses for teenage mischief. aine had blu-rays and also selling tickets during lunch would give her something to do. ”i’ll let you guys borrow my blu-rays BUT i’m the only person who’s gonna touch them.” she wouldn’t trust these guys with a hair on her head.
More like agonizing. He’d rather drive a nail through his hand. Umbra’s only excuse for dragging himself towards the confines of the chosen room was because he was exceedingly stubborn and unwilling to quit what he’d started for fear of failure. He wasn’t planning to join a club for any reason particularly.
If anything the very idea was very much beneath him. He didn’t even know what this thing was. Idolism? Whatever for. The only person worth idolizing was himself and there weren’t too many people lining up for that. No, this was a punishment of the cruelest kind. He would have openly and explicitly appointed their idolism as blatant stupidity and a waste of his time, but secretly, well… Lady Fane actually wasn’t actually half bad. Almost good. Not great, by god, he would never suggest that..
He stopped outside of the room: We need to raise ¥150,000 before then. Any ideas? Well isn’t that quite intriguing?
He thumbed open the sliding door, managing his best smiling, thinking: What an unfortunate looking lot. Unfortunately, he recognized them. Maybe if I leave they wont notice me... ”This is the…”What was this tacky thing called again?”Lady Fane... whatever.” Yes, play it cool
And is that a rabbit leading them. Is it too late to turn back?
Noble tilted his head from member to member as ideas were explained, shot down, and insults were thrown. He didn’t feel the need to intervene too much, occasionally glancing at his overlord on the desk and giving her a small boop on the nose. He didn’t seem all too concerned at the Vice President came over to praise him. He almost looked menacing in a different context. He gave Mickey an easy smile and a nod of thanks before looking over to Aine. There’s a glance back to Her Royal Highness before he translates her thoughts for the plebeians to hear. “Our president agrees to your terms. You and Mickey can set up the movie and secure the gym. The rest of the club members can try gathering snacks.” There’s a pause before he continued. “She would like us to run the numbers on combining a bake sale with the movie just to add more of a variety snacks but not if it’s too expen-”
There’s a sudden pause as his words are cut short, attention immediately locking onto movement at the door. There’s a bit of rustling and it’s hard to hear but Noble is quick to pick up where the other student left off. “The Lady Fane Ultimate High School Fan Club? Yes. Were you interested in joining?” the boy asked loudly, making Umbra to focal point now. He offered a signature creepy smile. “You may come in. Our president wholeheartedly invites you to join us.” He said before adding, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. We may be incredibly powerful but we would never torture the weak with it.”
Another member snorts at the young woman boasting of her refined palette. He probably had seen her eating something weird before. Or he was laughing at a meme from his phone. You never know with these loser extras.
”Fine Amazon. Then I’ll get in touch with the AV club for the equipment.” This would be easy to do as he just had to bully a nerd or two for the equipment. He could do that easily. He did have some dirt on a few of the members after all. Perhaps a leftover in his persona from the real leviathan sleeping below this curse.
“I think cookies would be fine but combining them together would be stupid wizard boy. We should....” Then the lone weirdo came through the door and so rudely interrupted them. How dare they. I mean unless they really wanted fo join but who knows.
“What’s up nerd. What do you want?” He seemed kind of confrontational as he spoke to Umbra Krauss. Probably because he was already annoyed with the other two losers. Or this was just his personality. On the plus side even standing he was to short to be intimidating. Like a child throwing a tantrum.
Plus he barely knew Lady Fanes name which was just disgraceful. They needed to educate him. With 12 hours of films and 4 cds back to back to understand her great artistry. After all her new album was set to come out this week. What a time to start down the rabbit hole. Trash needs to be educated.
what was it about timeliness that these kids didn't understand? had they no shame? aine is disturbed by this newcomer bursting into the room and so late at that. the idol club had been having regular meetings for a while now ... was he new to the school? she figures its best to ignore him. the others can handle it. her method of socializing was to not acknowledge people for as long as possible. she didn't like people she didn't know and she didn't like getting to know people.
noble is overly welcoming and mickey is, well himself. she wishes they could get back to the meeting. what a jerk for coming and interrupting. flipping a page in her notebook, aine writes down a new character idea based on his appearance. there was inspiration everywhere ... especially when you went home and wrote stories about real people because you couldn't interact with them. just construct a dream world.
she coughs, loud and obviously fake. aine looks at her watch. today's meeting better not run late. it seemed they frequently devolved into arguing over which of lady fane's albums were the best and that usually set them back at least half an hour. today's meeting had seemed on track until now.
