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.
Post by evanora galestorm on May 25, 2017 6:55:17 GMT
ashes to ashes.
It's late afternoon when Evanora passes by the Sun Cafe. Slanted light streams through its large windows, casting a golden glow on the bustling crowd inside. There's no moment of rest for Jester's Den, and it seems like this is no exception. She stands in front of the windows, wondering whether it'd be worth it to push through the throngs of people and wait for just a cup of coffee.
Maybe not today, she thinks, and turns to walk down the street. It's not long before she sees the familiar sharp silhouette of her shoulders and blonde hair, someone she'd end up thinking about every so often ever since they danced that night.
Evanora walks quickly towards her and gently taps her on the shoulder. She'd forgotten how tall Claire was, and feels slightly short compared to her towering stature. Despite this, Evanora smiles and waves, unafraid.
Today is... an uneventful day. Claire woke up in her apartment basically an assortment of disheveled hair, icky drool, rumpled pajamas, when she realized she had nothing planned for the day.
The very thought unsettles Claire. She feels restless, not knowing how to release pent-up energy other than Knight's duties. In a hush she showers and goes outside. With no particular destination she wanders in town, in search for something, somewhere, anything.
It's all done in vain. All Claire did is to wander idly through Sundial, looking at things, at people, at places, this time in detail. She's quite surprised of the new knowledge she found. The sun is about to set when she notes she's near Sun Cafe, and looking up at the building she remembers--Jester's Den. She keeps walking, kind of in a trance...
When someone taps her shoulder Claire turns to see a familiar figure. Claire blinks. "Evanora," she breathes. Her mouth twitches before forming a rare smile. "I do remember you." And she does, and will always do. Looking at her, focused, Claire remembers her soft features and comforting voice, smooth palms. It's only today she sees the very shape of her face, color of her eyes, tint of her lips and cheeks, the fine curve of her eyebrows, all of which were under a veil before.
Her mind strains to provide a good follow-up. Coming up blank, she instead says, "Good afternoon... are you perhaps up for an errand?"
Post by evanora galestorm on Jun 2, 2017 4:50:58 GMT
ashes to ashes.
When Claire turns, her expression is incredibly...serious. Evanora wonders whether she's caught her in a bad mood, or if she's always like this; but then her eyes flutter, and she breaks into a smile. It's genuine and sweet, something that she'd only gotten a glimpse of on the night of swing dancing. It's good to hear that Claire actually remembers her; they'd danced for just one song, and seperated soon after. She herself had forgotten half of the people she'd danced with that night.
"It's nice to see you again." She says warmly, resisting the urge to touch her arm or go in for a hug. Evanora's a person of touch; sometimes, a little too much even--but Claire seems a little wary of people getting close to her, if her uncomfortable expression that night meant anything.
She perks up, her expression curious at the sound of another errand, and wonders what Claire's like as a person.
Hearing that soothing voice instantly makes Claire's day. To think that she'd see Evanora again... for a moment she is glad she's free today. Otherwise she and Evanora would have to cut their reunion short as she has some errand to run.
"Likewise," Claire says, gruff at that but otherwise genuine enough. For a few seconds she just stays there, staring at the woman in front of her, noting her quirks once again. Her face is void of emotion. It is just blank, unreadable. Her mind begins to wonder: who is Evanora? Where did she come from? Her coven? Perhaps her background? Claire yearns to know, but it isn't in her nature to pry and so she settles instead to an invitation.
She does not really have anything in mind, but with a quick glance to the cafe steps away from them solves that problem easily.
"Quit it," Vani says from the inner strata. "You have no money to pay for the goods." Claire is painfully aware of that, but...
"I... do want to see the Sun Cafe," Claire starts, with no real interest. She sounds like she's just saying the thing straight out from a script. "However it's my first time to be there, so I might need some assistance."
Post by evanora galestorm on Jun 23, 2017 2:20:17 GMT
ashes to ashes.
Claire's tone is gruff, but Evanora believes her. For a moment, they share a brief silence. Claire's face remains carefully blank, and she patiently waits her to speak again. The Sun Cafe--Evanora is more than willing to introduce her. If it's her first time, than she reckons that Claire's apart of another coven around town. Silvertongue or Helios Knights, maybe?
"Sure! It's pretty crowded so I hope you don't mind." She says, motioning her inside. When she pushes into the old wooden door, she's met with a chaotic crowd of other people. It's as busy as ever, and she manages to squeeze herself into line, hopefully with Claire behind her.
She turns to her and looks at the menu above them. Finger on her chin, she sticks out her tongue in indecision.
Post by claire fermont on Jun 25, 2017 15:56:02 GMT
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evanora galestorm coffee or tea? how about you? hmu if you need anything changed!
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The blonde is nervous. She trails behind as Evanora expertly move with the crowd. It looks like she is not exerting much effort to the act. Claire, on the other hand, would have to muscle her way through. Or... she does plan B, which is to give every person on her way a fierce glare and a flick of her pupils to the side. She receives several reactions, from fear to spite, and she does not mind them as long as they heed to her.
Claire sits down, then, and fixes her expression before Evanora could catch a glimpse of her glare. She switches back to a mildly curious face, looking at the menu.
The Knight frowns at the unusual combination of words. She only recognizes tea, coffee, and milk. The words frappe, cappuccino, and the others sound alien to her. Her eyes flit to the prizes beside them, and she is taken aback by how expensive some of the beverages are. Her eyes scans the whole menu twice, her gaze falling to the least expensive ones.
She does prefer coffee, though, and decides to spend a bit more for it. "How about you?" she says, then, absentmindedly, still looking at the menu. When she realizes that, in fact, she has not said her order, she does a quick follow up. "I mean, I prefer coffee. How about you?"
She listens with interest, at whatever Evanora would choose. It is a chance to know her more, and so she eagerly waits. A simple choice between beverages could say a lot about the person. A waitress would soon approach their table and ask for their orders. Claire is the first to say hers.
Post by evanora galestorm on Jul 2, 2017 19:39:31 GMT
ashes to ashes.
Evanora parts the the crowd around them. It's easy enough to navigate ( but that may be because she's small and short ). With a nudge and a push of the shoulders, they weave their way through the crowd. Evanora manages a brief greeting to the people she recognizes.
She sits across from Claire and looks through the items on the menu. It's typical coffee shop items--hot and cold beverages, along with the occasional biscuit. Far from the cheapest thing out there, but it's surely affordable for most people.
"I've always liked tea better than coffee." She says, eyes lingering on earl grey--maybe some black, if she was in the mood for it. Her eyes flicker to Claire's, and she gives her a soft smile. It'd make sense that they preferred coffee. Claire seemed like someone who would refuse to leave any task unfinished, no stones left unturned.
She's the opposite of Evanora, by all means.
When the waitress approaches their table, Claire says her first. "An iced tea and two sets of biscuits for us! I'll pay." She chirps, with the obvious intention to share. Her eyes flicker to Claire's, and she gives her a grin. She's the one who invited Claire; it would be rude not to pay.
claire fermont | i'm a iced tea person >:) lmk if u need more!
So she likes tea, Claire muses, and she wonders why. Perhaps she shouldn't put much thought into beverage preference. Maybe there is no underlying reason why exactly she prefers tea over coffee, just like her preference of coffee. She prefers coffee because it is cheaper, and that is all ever to it.
But she does prefer the caffeine contents of coffee. Claire likes the way it wakes her up and readies her for the day.
"But that would be..." Claire trails off, taken aback.
Claire does not want to accept the generous offer. She badly does not want to, but her mouth says different from what she desires. Because as much as Claire doesn't want to admit, she has no money to spare other than that cup of coffee. Biscuits isn't a plan for the woman.
"That would very kind of you, Evanora. Thank you," Claire says, mellow and sheepish yet grateful. Uncharacteristically she bites her lip and attempts to fix her short hair. She was so used to battle, to work, that she seems to have forgotten how to relax.
"I'll make it up to you next time." Claire straightens in her seat and looks at Evanora in the eye. She is not one to disregard the effort of others. "If you have any favor to ask of me I shall do it, to the best of my abilities. That would mostly be work and jobs, I am afraid." She contemplates on giving Evanora her address and contact details, the type of pigeon that her apartment allows.
