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.
Well, he found it! After an odd encounter and many directions, Sybil finally made his way to the coven hall. It was... big. Witches were walking in and out with smiles on their faces, seemingly relaxed in the busy city centre. Sybil of course could never just 'relax' at a time like this, not until he felt comfortable and could sit down somewhere peaceful and quiet. Far too many people running around for his liking. Inside the hall was just as expected, clean, good facilities, everything Helios Knights should be. It was rather modern, with clean white walls and even cleaner desks dotted around the ground floor, there was a reception type thing near the front too. Does he have to sign in? He already applied for it from home, but maybe he should just let the coven know he's arrived?
"Ugh, who am I kidding. I have no idea what I'm doing." he said through a forced smile, walking towards the counter with his luggage trailing behind him. "Hello? My name's Sybil Chime I uh-"
His words were cut short when the woman pushed her glasses down her nose, looking up at him from a seated angle. A quick look and down and she'd also force a smile, one of those 'yes I know who you are please don't break anything' kind of looks. "Oh Sybil!..." she started flicking her fingers around, causing pens and paper to fly about the table as they filled out documents, "Yes, yes... I believe your, Mother was it? Mrs Chime has alerted me that you'd be here shortly."
That surprised him, his own Mum getting involved with his life? An eyebrow raised up from curiosity and confusion, though the shock was quickly turned into annoyance when the paper started flapping about in his face. "Okay I just need you to sign here and here please." A finger stretched out to a document, hovering just above the black space just in case Sybil couldn't find it himself. Nodding, he'd grab the magical floating pen and squiggle his signature down.
"Lovely!" as quick as everything came to life, all the suspended bits of paper and stationary would zip around back into their draws or holders. Good as new. "Here's your license aaand your crest!" A small leather pouch was slid across the table along with a paper brown parcel, both of which were quickly snatched up by the newly covened witch. With a little wave, he'd turn around and awkwardly shuffle over to one of the tables, putting his things down before taking a seat himself.
He had only been here for 10 minutes and was already exhausted.
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NOTES: Idk what I'm doing
@regi
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Last Edit: May 20, 2017 16:39:27 GMT by Sybil Chime
[attr="class","nabody"]As part of her personal growth as a witch, Juliet had to study a lot. About this area that she had never really dwelled over in the past, the world of magic and witchcraft. Though her own place was much quieter and peaceful, undoubtedly better for reading, the girl chose to linger at the coven, at least trying to get used to the place. It was huge, but that never posed a problem for her. The problematic part came with the unusually large amount of people, from any and all ranges and status, all gathered in one place and each going about their own business.
--And then one got into her own personal space.
Not exactly personal space, more like her table. Regardless, their presence came off as a surprise.
Eyes immediately lifted up from her book, the blond's hand slowly reached to her hair, brushing it elegantly behind her ear as she stared at this new face. She wasn't one to recognize many faces around the coven, not at this point anyway. There were so many of them, she couldn't even hope to manage to figure which is new and who is a veteran. Though the piece of paper he carried was good enough a hint to suggest his standing.
But why did he choose to sit here? Surely there was some meaning to it. She was practically hogging that table to herself, being the only one to sit at it, reading alone among all these people. Julie did figure someone would eventually come and try to strike a conversation with her, as she came to experience as of late, but this guy just up and sat down without even as much of a glance at her. So, when was the talk going to start? Or even, was there going to be any? She was growing a little expectant. Perhaps she could befriend this guy, by some stroke of luck. If, things don't go too south and she doesn't say the wrong things.
It will be fine. He came there because he wanted to talk. Obviously. With the riddle solved, Julie decided to, for once, try taking the initiative. "...Hubert Lockhart." She said. ...Even if she tried to take the starting part, few could relate to an author's name off the bat. But, remaining oblivious to the possible flaw, the witch girl simply locked her blue eyes and stoic expression onto the new boy's, awaiting a reaction.
The poor boy had been so busy putting all his things down that he hardly noticed the other person sat at this table. Of course it was a fairly big table, like a bench so he figured sitting here for a moment or two wouldn't be too bad. Sighing, he'd face-plant the desk and let his hands flop between his knees, he really hoped this new life of being in a coven would in turn put some 'life' into him as well. Stuck in the family mansion was so incredibly draining, he wouldn't be surprised if they had an artefact that was sucking the soul out of him. After all, pretty much everything they have in the family's collection is enchanted one way or another.
But his ears quickly perked up when he head two words, one name - Hubert Lockhart. "Eh?" he'd lift his face up off the table and towards the girl sat opposite him, was she... initiating conversation? Was the mentioning of an authors name her way of saying 'hello'? It was certainly odd, how did she know that Sybil would know the name of an author, it would be awkward if not. "Um... Yes?" Straightening his back, he'd tilt his head to the left like a curious child, "Are you reading one of his books now?"
Sybil's expression would be a blank one, just filled with curiosity with no smile nor frown, just neutral as he awaited some kind of response and clarity to the situation.
[attr="class","nabody"]She was successful in grabbing the boy's attention! As he raised his head to look at her, Juliet locked her eyes with his. To anyone looking, it might have been an awkward, if not amusing sight; two people from the same coven making, similar expressions at one another.
To her luck, the opposing did recognize the author's name. She didn't exactly assume the guy would be familiar with him, but it was nice as a means to attempt start conversation. "Yes I am." She affirmed, nodding her head and raising her eyes back to look straight into his, throughout her part. "His books are great sources for self-study. Few are the books that go into so much detail about the element perspectives. I think his mindset can come in very handy." She claimed. Her expression remained unchanged through her opinion, however.
Picking herself up, Juliet invited herself to sit by the stranger, as opposed to in-front; taking the book with her and pushing it towards him a little bit, though still practically being in-front of her. She shared her opinion with him, and he recognized the author. Surely he had his own thoughts on him too. And that's what conversation between friends was, right? Sharing information, no matter how trivial. She learned that in a book once.
---"My name is Juliet Tepache." She introduced, then looked back down to her book; as if trying to peace another part of it into her mind. --Not long ago, she was asked about her own affinity and element. Perhaps that would work as a topic as well?
Were all people in the city like this? Sybil very rarely got to spend time with other people outside of his social class, so he wasn't really sure what to expect. He knew they were busy, and definitely not as uptight. But this woman seemed... Odd? Well, he was in no place to judge, she probably assumed the same about him. Sybil possessed very little interest in anything, and he had tried to start up many hobbies which he found difficult to maintain. Reading however was no one of those things, he loved them, anything to do with artefacts or history was something he was drawn to, like gravity had altered specifically for the two to meet.
"Yes, I agree." he nodded vigorously with a serious face, hands in his lap like a child, "I used to read a lot of his books whenever I got the time, though I do find his outtake on familiars interesting. It's a shame he only did a few chapters on it, it was quite a unique opinion." He'd reply, doing his best to make good conversation.
But he was rubbish at this kind of stuff, he just smiled awkwardly and glanced to the side, eyes fixed on the table as if it was the most intriguing thing ever. Come on! How hard was it to talk to a person?! He had to say something else in case she got bored and just left!
"So... U- Um, have you been a member of the coven long?".
