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.
White had been the color of the shirt, long-sleeved, where the first three top buttons upon the collar were unbuttounded, revealing the individuals chest. Black, shaggy hair and golden hues coming to concentrate upon the bottom wear to which they adorn; a pair of white baggy pants that shuffled upon each motion and movement as they spun. But then there was footwear, though there was nothing upon his foot. The young male was barefooted upon a wooden floor––a stage one could presume.
What exactly had the golden hued male been up to?
Swaying his body as he shuffled across the stage within Starshow. His body would continue to happily motion itself throughout the spacious stage. Utilizing with each sway as he would swing aloud,
Dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite.I have faith in what I see, now that I have met an angel in person––and she looks perfect.
Extending the palm of his left toward the outskirts of the seats before him. The light shined down upon the male as his voice carried––angelically––throughout the auditorium. "I want..." The boy spoke to himself, "I want to sing." he said aloud. And with the sudden step of an unfamiliar––or perhaps even familiar––he'd dart his gaze toward their direction.
TAGGED: open, open NOTES: I'unno, I made this at 3 in the morning. The entrance is ass, I'll do better next time. Just wanted to get a thread going, lmao. I promise this isn't a normal post.
The doors to Starshow stood wide open under the midday sun.
Well, perhaps saying they were wide open was something of a stretch. An exaggeration, at best. The doors were open, yes. Enough for any passerby to notice the illumination inside. Slightly ajar would have been a more fitting phrase. More accurate, and highly incriminatory. A phrase that easily turned passerby into bypasser. They were open, nonetheless, at a time during which no function was scheduled. Vera knew as much. Outside, a bright headline announced that night's show. This, of course, raised the question of why?
Fondue, the young woman's familiar, was curious as well. She'd heard his pensive hum in her head as she crossed the imposing red plush doors before he could warn her not to. Trespassing, Vee. A finable offense, he would have said.
It was a matter of life or death, though, couldn't he see? If the doors to the theater were open when they clearly shouldn't be, someone must have opened them. Someone who shouldn't have. Someone trespassing. As a proud member of the Helios Knights, she couldn't let this oddity go without inspection.
Even if her rank among them was as low as they came.
What she found inside was a man, dressed all in white against a much darker wooden floor and backdrop. So out of place, but not in the sense she was expecting. He looked fairly harmless, if she did say so herself, swaying as he was under the spotlight. Only when her ears caught and her brain deciphered the sound of voiced rumination did she perk up.
"Can you?"
Her cheeks colored as soon as the words fled the constraints of her lips. Mentally, she reprimanded herself. All the minutiae of their situation crashed into her mind like waves upon waves of shame. There he was, looking like an angel descended from up above to judge them all; and then there was plain old Vera, on her way back from yet another session of potion brewing gone wrong at Lux University, trying to forget the ghastly lunch she'd had at the cafeteria on campus, wondering if she hadn't chosen the wrong affinity, wondering what was the point, doubting there was any at all.
Of course he could sing. If the cadence of his speaking voice was any indication of how he'd sound... there was no doubt about it. On that stage, he was just where he belonged.
She wasn't.
A stuttering string of words that, together, almost resembled a flustered "I mean, obviously, I didn't mean you any offense by that. I only meant that, well, you see, I've never met a singer or actor or anything like that in person, and actually I'm not a huge follower of the fourth art, so naturally I'm not terribly sure of the etiquette you guys handle, but I thought it'd be nice if, if you're all right with it, if you could..." She wasn't making any sense. Vera stopped, cleared her throat, and tried again.
"I'm sorry. I believe we haven't met before. Name's Vera. I think you should sing." This last part was said with a nod, as if agreeing with herself even as she talked.
