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.
[attr="class","gearcore"]The more he thought about it, the more baffled Zephyr became that a single woman could mobilize an entire city over a book. It wasn't even a book containing ancient spells and whatnot -- it was just a bunch of children's stories.
As far as he was aware, Leviathan was just getting itself involved for the funds. He knew of a few different groups who'd formed up and were scattered all across the city on a treasure hunt. He and the Ashworth apprentice had been given the task to help retrieve one that'd been found by some Silvertongue people, since they were having some trouble getting it themselves.
Zeph sat on the edge of a storefront overhang near their agreed upon meeting spot, eyes to the sky as he watched the bird they'd be targeting trough a spyglass. He wasn't a bird expert, but the pigeon looked like it was flying in odd, irritated patterns.
"Maybe it got lost," Spock mused quietly in his ear, her chin on his shoulder as she stared up at the odd bird alongside him.
"If someone fucked with its magic trackin' system, it's possible. I'd just like t' know if there'd be any easy way t' fix it." Zeph replied, "We can come up with some plans when the others get here."
Rowan Ashworth @nana \ouo/ hello & welcome to the pigeon party
Post by Rowan Ashworth on Jun 5, 2017 18:40:30 GMT
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Rowan's a little nervous, teaming up with a fellow Lev (he can't really expect too much good from Levs, not since the last incident at that pasta party), but this male - whom he recognizes vaguely from a meeting one couldn't really call a meeting - seems rather easy going in comparison to many others, so he relaxes just a tad.[break][break] Indeed, it was odd that a whole city would be tasked with finding pages of a children's storybook, but he supposes that those with power and money can do what they want - much like his own family, to be quite honest.[break][break] The silvertongue they were helping seemed a little childish, but Rowan knows he really has no right to judge. He acts a little childish himself, relying on other people for things.[break][break] He arrives at the meeting spot and quickly notices Zephyr, his monkey familiar perched on his shoulder. Zephyr's observing the bird with the pages through a spyglass - Rowan is relying solely on his eyesight and Diana's as he approaches. The armadillo familiar gazes at the sky, but her eyesight is only as good as Rowan's as they plod towards the leviathan. [break][break] "Hi," he says with a quick wave and a quirk of the lips that can't truly be considered a smile. "What's up with the pigeon?" he asks.
she wants to flaunt it, she got that look in her eye
Okay so lowkey she hated all this....this....grunt work. She could be out on the streets, doing real work for her group and recruiting more kids for her cause right now. She frowns for a moment, thinking about it, but sighs and resumes the sharp smile that otherwise occupied her face previously. The mission wasn't actually that bad, and she was actually pretty curious to see what kind of page she got - but she wasn't eager to be working with Lev's honestly.
She wasn't eager to be separated from her group at all.
But things had to be this way she supposed for a reason, and thus she arrived late to the party, latte in hand. Squi Squi perched on her shoulder, dampening her clothes steadily with his seemingly endlessly moist flesh, and he flared a bright pink before settling into a dimmer fluorescent blue. He made a gurgling noise, something squishy and disgusting, and Dahlia licked her lips before eyeing the two she'd be working with and nodding in agreement.
"Welp, we gunna throw rocks at the bird or what?"
She let there be silence for a few moments before waving a hand in the air.
"That was a joke. I don't do animal cruelty. But seriously, how are we gunna get this page?"
Were introductions in order? She thought to herself idly, sipping her latte as she watched the two in turn.
[attr="class","gearcore"]"Ey mate," Zeph greets as the apprentice approaches, not looking at him immediately as he took a second to pass the spyglass to Spock so she could keep an eye on their query, "Dunno. It doesn't seem t' be landin' or goin' anywhere in particular. Also seems t' be right bothered by somethin', but I can't imagine what." He glanced down at Rowan. "Not much of an animal person, myself," he offered with an almost apologetic shrug.
However, his eyes soon darted to the next new arrival, widening ever-so slightly. Zeph just shook his head lightly and chuckled to himself, muttering under his breath "Ya gotta be fuckin' shittin' me..." No one warned him he'd be working with two people from underworld royalty today.
Spock's head snapped around when Dahlia made her suggestion of throwing rocks, apparently incredibly eager to comply. Her shoulders slumped and she returned to bird watching dejectedly as she learned it was just a joke. Zeph patted her head sympathetically. "If ya change yer mind later, Spock here's willin' an' able. Just sayin'."
"But b'fore that," Zeph said, vanishing into smoke before reappearing on the ground next to the other two, leaving Spock on the roof, "You're Dahlia, yeh? You've got a reputation," he says with a grin, "Nice t' meet ya in person. I'm Zephyr. Not famous or nothin', so no worries if you've never heard o' me." He'd let Rowan introduce himself. Spock had taught him that names hold power, so he wasn't keen on giving out others' without asking first.
"Far as I can tell, we'll either need t' get up t' that bird -- and I dunno 'bout you two, but I can't fly on my own -- or get th' bird down t' us. I get that ya don't wanna butcher th' thing, so do ya think there's a way to lure it closer?"
Rowan Ashworthdahlia joshi SO. we're supposed to only have 5 items/affinity spells per mission so here are mine belatedly: 1. witch's call 2. blinking scroll 3. scroll of the switch 4. gates 5. knockerbacker
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Zephyr gives him an almost apologetic shrug, to which Rowan mutters a quick "Thanks". He doesn't understand why Zeph has anything to apologize for, but he takes it in stride.[break][break] The new arrival makes a comment about chucking a rock at the bird, which leaves Rowan only slightly horrified. He's not about animal cruelty, and frankly, he can tell from Diana's mental tsk that she does not like this sort of plan at all. Needless to say, he's a little more relieved when the girl later adds that it was a joke.[break][break] If Diana weren't currently invisible, he knows she'd be giving the monkey on Zephyr's shoulder a withering glare.[break][break] "I'm Rowan," Rowan says by way of introduction. Omits his last name, especially since he doesn't feel like drawing attention. Also due to habit. His voice is soft, though that's simply since he's never been a social sort of person. "A pleasure."[break][break] Zephyr's suggestions make sense, and Rowan nods at them both. Flying up to them....that's something he can do.[break][break] He hesitates a second before he voices it. "I can possibly float up to it..." he injects. "Not sure about catching it, though..."
she wants to flaunt it, she got that look in her eye
Dahlia's eyes sparkle. The blond vanishes in a puff of smoke and she inspects her nails idly, waiting for him to reappear for the single second it takes. So, she supposed she was gaining some kind of reputation on the streets which is amazing. Finally to be recognized, but it was probably just as a member of her family and not of her own exploits.
What a shame.
She has heard of him though, if at least in name. She doesn't know much about him and files it in the back of her mind for later. The other too - Rowan his name is. She tries to remember a last name but her focus is on the bird staring down at them as though they're inferior.
"Pleasure. It seems I don't need to introduce myself but I will anyway. Dahlia Joshi. Anyway, have you considered doing this princess style? Cooing to it and maybe it'll come down? Otherwise floating after it might not work unless you have speed on your side."
She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her arm. She tried thinking of other options and hummed.
"What if we set a trap? Fed the bird then used a net or something?"
[attr="class","gearcore"]The two plans seemed viable enough, with Rowan able to fly and with Dahlia's suggestions of attracting the bird. "Alright, we'll start by meetin' it halfway an' seein' where it gets us," he says as he fishes around his pockets until he finds what appears to be a long, elliptical chain: a Gate, to which Zeph had the other half. The blonde tosses it up to Spock, who loops it around her neck like a necklace and dashes away across the rooftops to place her end where they wanted to go. "If either of you've got problems with heights, now's th' time t' speak up, 'cause we'll be headin' for that tower." He points at one of the taller clock towers which the pigeon was flying around.
"In the meantime, we should get seed..." he didn't actually know where to buy seed "Uh... or bread? Do pigeons like bread? I know there's a bakery on this street..." he asked. He knew ducks liked bread so it probably wasn't much of a stretch to guess that other kinds of birds would, too.
"If it doesn't get lured to the tower, we can send up Rowan even closer with the lure," he suggests, "An' if we can't get it t' stay still long 'nough t' get the fable off of it, I can use th' stones in th' tower t' trap 'im."
