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.
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
She's laughing as she takes to the air, the breathless exhilaration of flight bubbling like champagne veins, the wind streaming out behind her like a pair of gusty wings and whipping her braid back like a river of ink. Ling loops in the air, loops again, then, still grinning like a madwoman, twirls her beater's bat in a showy twist and dives headlong into the game.
Having arrived kind of late, it's no wonder that the tryouts have already started in full force. That being said, she really doesn't expect a bludger to come whizzing her way the moment she descends onto the pitch. Taking a deep breath, Ling narrows her eyes, fingers tightening on her bat, and swings-
[attr="class","econtent"]THERE'S A FUNNY FEELING IN HIS HANDS, trembling as they may be as he retrieves the bludger. the hit is a solid one, the bat still unfamiliar to him. 'hey, you didn't kill anyone with it,' comes hamster's commentary, sounding suspiciously disappointed. still, he allows himself the barest hints of a smile, since firstly, he didn't kill anyone; secondly, he actually managed to hit the bludger. the single feat leaves him in mild disbelief, but already the tryouts are picking up their pace, and he is careful to sidestep a few more excitable individuals.[break][break]
a second attempt wouldn't go amiss, would it? the bludger screams its way back up into the air as soon as he releases it; his mouth goes dry as it arcs gracelessly, careens back towards him. he kicks off the ground clumsily, gaining just enough height as the distance between him and the bludger closes rapidly. [break][break]
upon closer examination, perhaps this wasn't the best idea after all. perhaps the previous attempt was simply a fluke -- beginners luck, or something of that like -- perhaps this is the time fate finally smites him off the broom, having shown mercy before. the bludger is closer than he is comfortable with ( no time to think ) and he swings again.
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
She misses completely. Not a kinda-sorta clip that has the bludger spinning in a direction she hadn't intended, not even a close swing that barely brushes the ball in question; no, she misses wide. Well, this is embarrassing. What's even more embarrassing is having to execute a hasty manoeuvre in order not to get whacked in the head by the ball she was supposed to hit.
Ling pouts a little at her truly atrocious failure but brightens back up as movement down on the ground below catches her eye. A familiar man, dark haired and dark skinned also with a beater's bat in his hands releases a bludger into the air, then takes off after it- and swings in a nigh perfect arc that impacts the ball with a solid smack and sends it spinning rapidly her way. "That was amazing!" she yells down at him, eyes alight with awe and adrenaline; but then she doesn't have too long to think because the ball is heading towards her and this could be another chance-
For the second time today, she swings her bat, narrowing her eyes in concentration and hoping[/o]-
[attr="class","peppershakernotes"] "I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been"
Pepper feels the bat solidly hit the bludger. A good hit, and he drives it straight towards Julius. He gives a small smirk as he sees it hit his friend, knocking him off balance. Julius had always been the one with quick reflexes, but now he was hanging upside down in a most unimpressive manner.[break][break] The blond-haired male gives him a compliment, completely catching Pepper off guard. They'd been trash talking earlier - now he's getting praise? The guy is nuts, Pepper decides. He vaguely hears someone cheering him, and it's a familiar voice indeed. His eyes quickly scan the stands to find this spectator by the name of Erin, and he flips her the bird. He swears everything that comes from her mouth is either sarcastic or just rubs his nerves the wrong way.[break][break] He's ready to redirect his broom elsewhere, to move and pick up the inactive bludger he'd hit at Juls, but he hears the male yell his name. There's the scarred male flying towards Julius, but there's also a bludger speeding to the same target. Considering how hard Pepper had hit....if Julius couldn't right himself, he'd probably fall off his broom.[break][break] Knowing Julius, he was quite certain the guy could fend for himself, but....it simply wasn't in Pepper's nature to let a guy get hit with a bludger twice in a row, especially since this one's active. He vaguely curses at himself for even doing this, but he directs his broom to speed towards Julius, his bat at the ready. If he can do this - if, he'll knock the bludger away so it doesn't slam into Julius' face. [break][break] tl;dr: Decides Zeph is barmy. Flips Erin the bird. Notices the bludger and Juls' yelling, moves to hit it away. B-rank attempt.[break][break] 1-14: Completely misses, nearly falls off his own broom in the process[break] 15-29: Overshoots, gets hit by the bludger[break] 30-49: Barely nicks the thing, doesn't change its trajectory[break][break] g0WMO8Bj
Indeed, this truly was Sybil getting all competitive. There wasn't rage, but more a passionate determination to barge anyone out of his way. Waiting around was getting boring, but luckily, he wouldn't have to wait any longer. "There!" he cried with joy, a spec of light reflecting off the gold surface of the snitch as it whizzed around at the other end of the pitch. Luckily, there were no other seekers on its tail, so if he could just get there before they did...
Sybil leaned forwards, eyes locked on while his face was all red and puffy. Whizzing past people, he'd weave in and out of anyone who got in the way, closing the distance between him and his target efficiently. "You're not getting away this time." he said through gritted teeth, utterly losing himself to the competition and focusing on winning, or at lest proving to himself that he could do this.
"Closer... Closer...." he'd repeat to himself, not daring to let go of his broom just yet until he was certain that he could catch it. 'This is it' he thought, a small devilish smirk appearing on his face, perhaps he could actually catch it!
Giving one big lunge, he'd lurch forwards with another burst of speed on his broom, and with his right hand, he'd try to swipe across and grab that bloody snitch..
[attr="class","elihcontent"]HE HADN'T NOTICED the girl at first, not until the bludger is spinning through the air. an apology hastily forms in his throat, eyes widening in alarm. he doesn't think to thank her for the compliment, not quite, because he's a little preoccupied with the threat of it hitting her. guilt is already beginning to claw its way into his expression, pre-emptive at best, but then he watches as she swings and hits, a faultless, solid hit.[break][break]
"that's nice!" he finds himself saying, voice raised by necessity, far beyond the typical level, but he doesn't quite regret it. the bludger careens back towards him, all the faster, driven by the force of ling's hit; the thought of a rally with bats for rackets and bludgers for tennis balls strikes him as rather dangerous should one of them miss, but there's really no place nor time for such consideration on the quidditch pitch. elih fervently hopes that his luck doesn't run out, and takes another swing.
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
This time, her bat connects with the bludger dead on center, the solid impact sending a satisfying juddering recoil back along her arm. Ling whoops, beaming with unretrained delight at this success and barely retrains herself from waving her bat about in triumph - she does have some notions of self-control ok. A not-so-small part of her really really wants to stick her tongue out at the ball and crow 'take that!', but she doesn't. See? Self-control!
She brightens further as a compliment reaches her ears through the rushing wind - the dark-haired guy she'd started this impromptu back and forth with, Elih from her coven if she remembers correctly - "thanks!" she yells back. Her bludger careens towards him, picking up a slight spin as it splits the air - and perhaps that's what throws him off. His bat collides with the ball but it's slightly off, and that slight off-ness is magnified as the bludger whirls roughly her way, it's previous slight rotation now a full on rapid gyration.
Oh. Oh no. As enthusiastic as Ling is with quidditch, she's not actually very good at it, having mostly only messed around with it for fun in the past. She has zero idea how to manage a spinball (if that's what it's even called?) - aside from avidly watching professional players do it, but really, theory is hardly the same as practice, she should know - but hey! she's not a quitter, and no time like now, right? Leaning down low as she urges her broom towards the trajectory of the ball, Ling basically takes a swing and prays for the best.
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / b-rank attempt this time.
[attr="class","elihcontent"]WHO KNEW that such a task did have its moments of joy? for a moment, he can forget the crowd that swarms over the stadium, or the fact that there are most certainly eyes on them ( hopefully not on them specifically, but the observers are watchful ), and focus on a friendly exchange of bludgers with an amiable coven mate. he pays attention to the oddly mesmerising yet graceless arc of the spinning bludger, and the not-as-pleasant twinge each consecutive hit leaves in his arm. it'll certainly be hurting tomorrow, if he doesn't somehow miraculously break it before he leaves the stadium.[break][break]
he hasn't actually escaped, though: luck ( or the lack thereof ) catches up to him in the hit, and it spins back towards ling, the effect wholly unintended. horror quickly dawns upon him, and elih rushes forward, but not before she swings in a wide arc, the bludger barely out of reach. he can't hear whatever sound she makes when she loses balance and collides with her own broom; winces nonetheless, because that looks painful.
the bludger, having missed its initial target, swoops around to attack the second nearest creature, still spinning wildly; elih scrambles to hit it. "holy shit--"[break][break]
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I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
Well, this is embarressing. If she thought earlier was bad... it has nothing on her latest attempt.
Ling doesn't quite manage to reach the bludger in time - she misjudges the trajectory of the ball by a not inconsiderable distance - and though she wildly attempts to hit the bludger anyway, there's a god reason why one should probably know what one is doing if one wants to succeed at quidditch. Not only does she miss completely, the momentum of her swing unbalances her so much that she slips and faceplants on her broom.
Ow.
Thankfully, before she loses control of her broom, she manages to right herself and sit back up, though she can't help but rub the sore spot where her forehead hit her broom. Hey, she didn't even lose the bat! The bludger, however, is... nowhere to be seen (did elih manage to whack it? or did she just lose it?). Either way, whoops.
Grinning sheepishly at Elih, Ling flys down closer to him so that she doesn't have to shout when she rubs the back of her neck and says, "I guess this is some higher power's way of telling me I'm not destined to be a beater, yeah?" She laughs at herself, then looks thoughtfully at her beater's bat. "Maybe I'll have more luck with being a chaser?"
Percy had been preparing for weeks for this very moment. Still, he couldn't finish on time. There was even a moment he became conflicted choosing between finishing on time with sacrificed quality, or risk arriving late but with a decent result. He chose the latter, which brings him running through the corridors of the stadium carrying a large banner folded in three parts.
The crowd is already crazy, and Percy sees the spectacle the moment he reaches the main entrance. All eyes are trained to the sight of witches zooming on their brooms, trying to hit the bludger and at the same time stay on their equipment. He breaks running again, this time to the top of the stadium. He figures that is the best place for his person to see what he had prepared.
Panting, he reaches the top. He only take a minute's break, and while he wiping his sweat he searches for Ling, and he spots her. He sees her small figure, and he cannot make out her face but he knows it's her.
Percy unfolds the banner. It's a large white cloth, with her name in it in delicate embroidery. He worked hard for that four letters, and damn is her proud of that! He even attempted to paint a picture of Ling playing on her broom, although it just looks like a stick drawing. Bordering the banner are several pictures of scrolls, pens, and runescripting equipment. He just hopes that Ling would like it too, but right now that is the least of his priorities.
"LING!" he shouts on top of his lungs, waving the banner like crazy, sure that she would see it. "YOU GOT THIS! TAKE THEM DOWN, GLORY TO--"
For a moment Percy halts, for when he opens his eyes he is sure that the bludger would hit him. He barely registers Ling almost falling off her broom as he tries to avoid the oncoming projectile. The bludger does not hit him, it just brushes his hair a bit before flying back to the game, but the initial shock is enough to throw Percy off-balance.
Just as quickly as he fell is the time he gets to get back up and resume waving the banner. "YOU CAN DO IT! NEXT TIME YOU'LL SUCCEED!"
[attr="class","gearcore"] Zepyr was starting to think that he was going about this all wrong. Maybe he shouldn't be trying to hit the tiny ball with a tiny bat to hit a target in the distance. Maybe he should just bring the target to the ball directly. Logistically, he'd be aiming with a larger target, so it was worth a shot.
Scouting out a prime target, he finds someone flying close to a screaming bludger's trajectory, but it's clear they would be well out of range in a few seconds. Unless -- unless someone were to slam into them and hold them back. Knowing wats coming, Spock clings to the broom with all five limbs.
Zeph charges.
@quidditch nerds B rank attempt nu3Gl_Fm1-100 failure effects: 1-14: Misses the broom & gets hit himself by the bludger 15-29: Nothing exciting happens 30-49: slams into the other broom, but equal damage is received on both sides
as the field descends into a variety of displays (and failures) the lights and life in the eyes of both varley and o'riley glimmer as though they are vicariously reliving their debuts into quidditch. they laugh and critique, and ink in their own evaluations quietly on paper. [break][break] and then varley sighed and turned to his colleague-of-sorts. "you ready?" he yelled over the cacophony of the stadium. "sure," o'riley responded. a bluejay and a sloth materialized behind them as a sudden storm kicked up- gales began howling from every which direction. the storm, even in its early stages, knocked several riders off their brooms. and it only got worse after that. [break][break] [break][break] the time for attempting feats is over. now, roll a total amount of 70+ before sunday morning (gmt+5.45) in order to stay on your broom! in addition, any roll below 25 will immediately knock you off your broom (though you are still free to attempt to reach 70 for a more positive outcome). the thread will end soon and placements will be decided soon after.
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / get rekted elih
[attr="class","elihcontent"]HE ALMOST SMILES, a helplessly faint, fleeting moment of sympathy for the girl. the bludger is momentarily disregarded as it screeches off; his arms are getting noticeably sore from the effort ( a 'good' burn, a more enthusiastic, more athletic person might say, but not elih ).[break][break]
"maybe," he says, in as encouraging and as kindly a tone as he can muster. frankly, he is certain that ling can do just about anything she sets her mind to; and himself, well, beginner's luck is bound to run out sooner or later. part of him is terrified of the mere idea of getting noticed by the captains -- the very fact that he is on a broom is pure coincidence -- whereas the other part is thrilled at the prospect. the more he thinks about it, the more he realises that the latter is really the voice of his familiar. a cursory glance around grants him the barest glimpses of the quidditch captains jotting down notes on paper, and his breath hitches in both dread and anxiety. excitement is negligible.[break][break]
but there's really no time for any contemplation and internal screaming. for a moment, he's almost certain that he hears someone else yelling; he acknowledges the kindred soul. then he realises that it is the wind, and this is an actual storm and what have i done to deserve this--[break][break]
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Sybil was most displeased with his attempts and failure. he really wanted to catch that snitch, he had done it a few times at home but at the same time, the area was nothing like this. It was just Sybil and his two brothers, flying around in a huge stadium with tons of people around you was a different story.
"Agh! It was silly of me to think I'd be able to catch it anyway. Even pros struggle." he said to himself, a little note to self to not let him get himself so down about this. It was true after all, catching the snitch was no easy task but at least he did a good job with staying hot on its heels.
"I guess we're stopping now- WOAH!" he'd shriek, suddenly flung backwards on his broom as violent winds whipped up around them. All he could do was hold on for dear life, other wise he'd be falling from a very high place. But he had a feeling the people down below would be in charge of keeping them all safe... Hopefully. Rolling to stAY ALIVE IN THIS SHIT STORM
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
A familiar voice shouting her name reaches her ears, and Ling looks down to see Percy at the stands waving a banner at her and yelling enthusiastically. He'd obviously put a lot of effort into the banner, what with the careful embroidery of her name and the runescripting stuff drawn around it, and she feels warmth blossom in her chest (and her cheeks) at the support.
"THANKS PERCY, YOU'RE THE BEST!!" she shouts back at him, hoping she can be heard over the wind. It's okay, Ling has a loud voice when she wants to, it should be fine.
But wait the bludger-
"DUCK!!" she yells, but it's a little too late and oh god-
Well. Percy has good reflexes. "DUDE ARE YOU OKAY?" She's about to fly down and check if the older witch was really alright, if the bludger hadn't, like, scraped him or something, when suddenly, suddenly she's a little too busy fighting to stay on her broom to think much about other stuff.