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 astartia zamóre on Jun 2, 2017 19:02:22 GMT
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Astartia was skirting the precipice of ridiculousness with this party. [break] It was, in it’s original phase, an innocent game night, but Astartia was, in a way, trying to catch up on the years of her life that she’d lost, sheltered away from things like this. She’d taken the liberty to gather some funds from fellow coven members and “outsiders” alike who were very enthusiastic when told why she needed so much, and had found a suitable location that would take the party in stride no matter how ridiculous it got. [break] She’d already set up the more tame activities — there was a corner of the building dedicated to things such as card games, as well as a pool table, a poker table, and a ping pong one (though the last was far less innocent considering it was a beer pong table, and who knows where poker would take them). There were egg catapults erected for a questionably good time and a karaoke machine hooked up, as well as a makeshift stage for any possible rap battles at the request of some guests with corresponding mic stands. On the upper level, she’d stashed some extra alcohol — she knew, despite the bar overflowing with the amount it already had, she was likely going to need more sometime. [break] She also taken the liberty to put supplies for a bonfire in the very convenient patio, as well as some interesting pool toys and such thrown into the water near the edge of the back area. She’d turned on the music, the place rocking with it, as well as dimmed the lights; there were some people who had already arrived, and were taking advantage of the options laid out before them, some already hitting the bar as well as the keg stands. [break] This is going to get out of hand, isn’t it, she heard Salacia’s smooth hum trickle into her mind, the boa slinking up her body, shortening to a reasonable length and wrapping herself around the witch’s neck and shoulders, her head raised and surveying the party with ill-conceiled glee. [break] Astartia laughed, running her hand over the smooth scales of her familiar as she did. That's what makes a party great, she said with a bright smile, going off to mingle with the others as well as occasionally greet the guests who were trickling in — there was a definite buzz in the air, and it was beyond intoxicating.
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[attr="class","jarburnbbat"] astartia zamóre @anyoneelse || IDEK IM TRYING AHAHA SRY
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[attr="class","jarburnbblyr"]Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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When he heard someone was starting up a party, of course Matteo had to be there. He'd found the organizer quite quickly, and due to his somewhat poorer financial state, he'd offered to install and bring in some of his egg catapults and confetti bombs. And he'd chucked in a few Litesabers as well. You never know - glowsticks might come in handy later.[break][break] In any event, this seemed like it'd be a crazy party indeed. Matteo wasn't usually one for complete chaos, but organized chaos was always great. Poker? Beer Pong? A Bonfire? Hell yeah, sign him up![break][break] And he would be totally fine with hitting those keg stands later. Nothing like a great party with booze.[break][break] He finishes a final touch on the egg catapult calibration before he gazes around the crowd. His shorter stature means he can't really spot people all too well, so he hops up on a bannister to take a quick look-see. There! He's spotted Astartia and, jumping down from his perch, heads over.[break][break] "Is there anything else to set up?" he asks, though the party looks like it's begun and everything seems in place. He gives a short smirk as he wonders if there's anything else he's got up his sleeve to spice things up. If there's nothing else to do, he'll probably just wander around and chat randomly, or until he sees a familiar face. Or perhaps he can start firing water balloons at arriving guests. Those catapults didn't just chuck eggs, yanno.
Post by astartia zamóre on Jun 3, 2017 6:02:16 GMT
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Astartia was already having a good time — people were tipsy, others were simply enthusiastic, some were both — and the atmosphere was infectious. She figured people needed something like this to unwind, push aside grievances and other stressors to come somewhere and have fun however they’d like to. She was glad to be the one to help organize something like this; it was good to keep people’s spirits up, to preserve the light of life inside of them. It was something Astartia truly enjoyed doing at this point in her life — giving back. [break] Salacia had decided to leave her witch’s shoulders sometime through their journey among the throngs of guests, growing to approximately seven feet as her body smoothed itself onto the floor. Her headpiece was splashing excitedly — it was clear that the boa was up to something, apparently very pleased with whatever it was she had planned. People were naturally shying away from her as she made her way nearer to the entrance, her head rising to see through the crowd as best she could before slinking up one of the pillars of the building and nesting on a low bannister. Her sharp eyes were watching the door, her body ready to lower itself behind an unsuspecting guest and give them a small… surprise. [break] I can feel what you’re thinking and I’m not sure I want to know exactly what it is you’re doing, Astartia remarked through their connection, the witch’s focus momentarily drifting, her gaze scanning the area for her sneaky familiar. [break] Hush, Salacia hissed smoothly. It’s a party; snakes can have fun, too. [break] It’s not going to work, whatever it is, I hope you know that. [break] But you don’t know that. [break] With an exasperated shake of her head, Astartia, having found the boa’s little hideaway, was about to advance toward her familiar and stop her before someone approached her— someone she recognized to be Matteo, the resident catapult connoisseur. An easy smile curled her lips. [break] “I think we have everything.” Her brows furrowed as she tried to come up with any possible things they could have forgotten. “Did we fill all the beer cups… oh! Should we add water balloons along with the eggs and confetti?” she implored with wide, mischievous eyes. Nothing like a good water balloon fight — catapult or not.
407 words ● Matteo Garcia ● water balloon fights have to happen it's a rule
Percy was one of those people who gave a small amount to the woman. The moment he hears "party" he did not hesitate to pull his wallet out from his pocket and give what he could give. He just came back from a mission, and he just lost some of his precious possession and antiques in a room makeover with Tony, so he figured that, hey, this is a good time to unwind. And so he bid the beautiful lady a goodbye and a promise that he'd be there.
Turns out his supposedly thirty-minute nap extended to three hours. Gasping, he stops at the door to catch his breath. He can already hear people inside, and it seems like they're having a good time. Late again, Percy thinks, and mentally berates himself. Next time, for sure, Percy reminds himself as he pushes open the door.
What greets him inside is a group of people ultimately having the time of their lives. Percy easily smiles and excuses himself. He scans the room for the familiar face of Astartia, and there she is! She seems busy though, but nonetheless he raises his voice and waves his hand.
"Hey! Astartia!" Percy starts. "Sorry I'm late! You guys seem to be having the time of--" Percy's sentence halts when his hand accidentally touches its body, and upon feeling the scales Percy recoils.
"What?" He looks up and confirms his fears. Percy's eyes widens and he gasps, oh so calm masking the shock. "Jeez, what are you doing up there! Quite a shock are you--" Then he trips as he backs away slowly, and the next second he's sprawled on the floor, tangled in party decor. Disoriented, Percy scans his surrounding and--
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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"Beer cups are filled," Matteo says with a nod. His eyes brighten as Astartia mentions water balloons, and a mischievous smirk forms on his lips. "That, I'd be happy to do," he says, rubbing his hands together. He's rummaging through his toolbelt, looking for the water balloons he's stashed somewhere when another male approaches them. However, he's too busy concentrating as he looks for the water balloons - no, he does not need the litesaber that is currently in hand.[break][break] Astartia's familiar - Matteo can't remember the name, much less recall if it had already been said - gives the man quite the shock, causing him to trip over his own feet. Matteo offers him a hand, belatedly realizing it's the one with the litesaber, before he switches the glowstick over and offers a now free hand. Oops.[break][break] "Oh, this?" Matteo asks, waving the object in hand. "It's a Litesaber. It - well, yeah. It's a glowing stick." Matteo glances at it for a second - it's blue in color - before holding it out to the male. "Every party needs glowing stuff, right?"[break][break] He's got a couple others strewn about in places for people to take. These ones should really go by another name - maybe MiniLitesaber or something - but they're basically one-foot versions of his original four-foot version. He's glad that Anthony Skies had mentioned differing colors - adding on yellows, purples and oranges in addition to red, green, and blue was a good idea. You couldn't have too many colors.[break][break] "Ah, yeah," he says, remembering. "Astartia, when do you want the confetti bombs to go off? They do make some noise, so if you ever need to draw a crowd..." He shrugs before continuing. "Or I can just chuck 'em around at intervals."
[attr="class","itsover"]There were few things in the world that caught Glenn's attention as much as a party did, and it was with little to no thought at all that he made the impulsive decision to go no matter what the cost was! For the rewards were far too great to pass up.[break][break]
Information and connections; two of the three greatest things that could come from such an event! The third, of course; being fun. He'd reassured Silvio (re: many times) that he was going in order to be a 'proper witch' and 'make connections', but let's be real here..[break][break]
Fun.[break][break]
Glenn Eurwen was dressed in a casual outfit- mostly black, and even went as far as wearing a pair of glasses on this particular outing. While Silvio had accompanied him, they'd parted ways almost immediately once they had arrived; keeping enough distance to remain 'comfortable' while not having to deal with one another. It was a mutual decision.[break][break]
"Bar, bar, where art the bar.." The color in his eyes shifted as he took a quick survey of what there was and who was there, obviously not seeing anyone he was particularly familiar with.[break][break]
Without duress Glenn immediately made way for the bar when he saw it, opting to get a cup or two filled to the brim with some form of alcohol (re: drank one immediately, got two more after) before he even attempted to make conversation with anyone else.[break][break]
Now adequately prepared for the night ahead, at least for now, he began to mingle with people, bouncing from one to the next minutes apart without a care in the world. A perspective individual might even notice that he skipped all the mean, and headed only for the pretty women when he could.[break][break]
It wasn't like someone was going to suddenly attack him, or throw anything at him, right? All the while Silvio watched him from a distance, shaking it's head at what only could be considered a night gone wasted, in his opinion.
Beck was not a party person. In fact, he quite hated the idea of such informal and rambunctious gatherings. Currently he was perched, high in a little alcove near the top of the building having a nice discussion with some other familiars about recent events and other such meaningful conversation. Or at least he had until it began to devolve into a gossip session spawned forth by a few of the more energetic familiars. He had managed to zone himself out, going through the motions, and occasionally mentally tap into his witch to keep an eye on him, out of habit and the simple fact of he didn’t want to have to deal with a wasted Cassius.
Cassius was of course, at the moment, getting absolutely wasted.
Or at least he would if he didn’t seem to have an iron gut when it came to alcohol, and a voracious appetite when it came to the social interaction portion of parties. In fact, he had already drank 3 people under the table, played 5 rounds of beer pong (Each game a different variation of the sport), swapped out the music for some incredibly upbeat club jams, and was currently involved in a rather sporting game of-
“BLACKJACK!” He announced, flipping over his cards, revealing no less than a King of Hearts, and an Ace of Spades. Cheering erupted from the crowd, and he gave a kiss to a nearby female before cutting himself off of the table with a good-natured wave. He sauntered his way over to the bar and, sliding himself over the countertop, grabbed a mug and downed it before restocking the lineup, and making a few cocktails for some of the prettier female patrons of the party, showing off with some fancy moves of his one-hand-shadow-manipulation-bar-tricks.
With a hearty chuckle as his theatrics finished, he made his way back over to an empty one of the poker tables, conjuring up his shadow arm and deftly shuffled the cards with much theatrics, causing them to fly and spin in the air between his hands, enticing over many a party-goer. “Come one, come all!” He announced, enthusiastically.
“What say you, we make this game of poker…a little more interesting?”
Post by Aeliana D. N. Constantine on Jun 7, 2017 1:27:28 GMT
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Self Conscious as all get out
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To put it bluntly, Aeliana Decimus Nero Constantine was nervous.
There were many factors to put into it, and while her travel up had been fine, now that she was present it was a different story. The building was already starting to get crowded. Glowing lights and loud music emerged from one end, loud conversations and the sounds of clinking glasses the other. Not to mention the fact that, after a long time, she finally had the actual chance to bump into Master Cassius. He was after all the main reason she had decided to come, Nagini could attest to that. It was also that fact alone that convinced her to change from her normal wardrobe to what she was currently wearing: A black dress that fairly hugged her frame, some nice black heels, some red lipstick and some nice raven feather earings. She probably would have looked more in place at a fancy club than here at this event.
I don’t know if I can do this Nagini, she whispered into her familiar’s mind, her arms curled up defensively around her purse and chest. Her face quivered a bit at the thought of all of these people. The giant tiger snake that was her familiar curled around the back of her feet, nudging her forward slightly. I’ll be here darling, don’t worry. Besides, nothing bad is going to happen to you here. Not on my watch, and if you can find him, not on Cassius’ watch either. You know that.
Aeliana felt her resolve harden at the mention of Cassius’ name. She had come here to see him again anyhow, and dammit, if she had to go through 20 parties to find him, she would. You’re right Nagini, She reaffirmed herself, straightening up her dress and walking her way into the door. Nagini gave off a small burst in her ember glow as she breathed a sigh of relief, making her way up the side of the building to keep an eye over things, much to the horror of a few party goers who saw the massive, faintly fiery, poisonous snake.
Making her way in around the man on the floor, she eyed the Rainbow Boa dangling from the ceiling, putting her hand in front of her face as she chuckled at the sight. It was a pretty snake, and Nagini might actually end up being a little jealous if the two were to meet. She noted the pleased look it had on its face as it seemingly had surprised the man who was being helped up in front of it. Being so absorbed in her thoughts she was shocked when she accidentally bumped backwards into someone, turning around she almost spilled the man’s drinks, but luckily managed to help him catch himself before either he or the beer went overboard. “I’m sorry, I should have watched where I was going!” She got out, laughing during her delivery of the apology. “I totally didn’t see you there! I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your way.”
Note from her God: Stop her. Open invitation to a game of “Keep Aeliana away from Cassius”.
It takes Percy a good one minute to process the information about the litesaber and regain his bearings. He then accepts the man's help and with a strong tug he is back on his feet. Percy wastes no time reviewing his magnificent entrance and instead inquires about the glowstick, which is apparently called a litesaber?
"This is so cool! How does this work? It's so flashy!" Percy gingerly takes the litesaber and experimentally swings it around, of course to an area where there'd be no people to hit. He returns the litesaber to the man and goes to pick up one purple litesaber. "I'll think I'll keep this one for the rest of the night. Thanks! Uh, what's your name? I'm Percy." He smiles then, not aware how a mess his introduction is.
After the litesaber incident Percy would then properly be acquainted in the party. There are already drunk people, some are already lying on the ground wasted. God, just how late is he? Thankfully there is that buff man still going strong. Carrying his trusted purple litesaber, Percy joins the frenzy. Time to show off his terrible poker skills.
"I'm up," he says a little too innocently. He eyes the cards, already knowing his fate. He would expect nothing more than bankruptcy. However his face, voice, and gestures betray his impending doom. His innocent demeanor shifts to a fake confidence he executes perfectly. He leans against the table and crosses his arm, eyeing others mockingly.
"I'll have you know, I'm a master in poker. Y'all be giving your chips to me at the end of the rounds. Mister, what's the catch?"
In the familiar world, Seraph's frustration is unwarranted.
Post by astartia zamóre on Jul 1, 2017 19:59:11 GMT
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It was always fun— meeting new people, winding down any worries and the like just to relax and have some fun with people who were just as up for it. Besides, with all the things that were planned, the night was bound to get wilder. [break] “Perfect!” she cheered, winking mischievously at Matteo; she was evidently excited, she’d never actually participated in a water balloon fight before, and she felt like a child again… she could let herself have some fun, right? [break] It wasn’t long before she heard her name called as another newcomer entered the building, flashing them a broad, welcoming smile. If she remembered correctly, his name was Percival (Percy, because Astartia is a nickname sort of witch) who put forth a bit of money for the party to even happen, something she very much appreciated. “Percy, I’m so happy you came! Oh, but watch out for—” [break] It was too late; Salacia had lowered herself down and downright spooked the poor guy, Astartia tutting at her familiar despite how amusing it may have been to see. “Sorry about her— she can get a bit out of line,” Astartia said, though her tone remained good-natured; she loved Salacia too much to get cross with something as trivial as a prank, though she did throw an apologetic look Percy’s way as Matteo offered his hand. [break] “Mm, yes… I guess I can get a bit carried away,” the snake teased, her melodic tone as entrancing as ever before she took her leave of the bannister, gliding over the floorboards to find something more interesting to do. [break] “Oh, right! The confetti… I’d say keep ‘em coming, just to spice things up from time to time; confetti is what brings a good party together,” she said with a small, almost teasing laugh. [break] She noticed another guest head straight for the bar, and gave a respectful nod— the alcohol was there for consumption after all, and people should be able to have a good time however they chose to go about it; besides, he seemed rather sociable (especially after his drinks), which Astartia was pleased to see; she further greeted a woman who had just entered, who also seemed to have a snake companion, for which Astartia smiled warmly. [break] Suddenly, she heard a man roar, calling for a game of Blackjack— and showing off during the game, and, the man being Cassius, she wasn’t particularly surprised— before shifting the game to what Astartia guessed to be a soon-to-be round of raunchy poker. [break] To each their own, I suppose. [break] You should play a round, Salacia urged, almost challenging her witch with the idea as the snake shortened herself to crawl up and slink around Astartia’s neck and shoulders, her head raised high, looking as pretty as ever. [break] After deliberating for a beat, Astartia moved toward the table with an almost indignant huff, pulling herself a seat with a sly smirk curving up her cheek. “Hah! I bet I could outplay both of you under the table. I say whoever has the losing hand has to answer a question, and if they forfeit, we decide the punishment. Sound good?”
