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.
she wants to flaunt it, she got that look in her eye
Okay so like, so far this was kind of going to shit. The guy wasn't supposed to be hitting any kind of alarms at all, yet here they were with sirens in the air and split up. Dahlia cursed loudly and shrieked directions to her little family, telling them to meet at a central point before vanishing out a broken window with a rather expensive looking necklace.
For a smash and grab it wasn't that bad - but it wasn't that great either.
They shouldn't really even be doing this kind of stuff anymore, this was all small things but since she was bored and out of missions for the moment it was all she could do to keep entertained. It was that thought that kept her blood pumping and her heart racing, and she ran.
Her legs pumped furiously down the street, shoes slapping against the ground as her arms moved to push people out of her way. She dove into an alley, hiding from the officers who ran passed, and grinned viciously.
She was just about home free until she turned and nearly smacked into someone.
as per usual, taylan is content to keep to himself -- a book perched on his knee, pages yellowed with age but no less of a good read. downtown sundial is far from scenic, but for taylan, the cold iron bench will suffice. if the way the sirens are bawling are any indication, it's that he's not going to be sitting here for long.
the murmur of the crowds around are enough of a tell -- some sort of minor robbery. it's not particularly intriguing, not at this point, but he spies a figure dashing away. the officers, more concerned over a broken window ( he scoffs, quietly, to himself ), do not. a quiet suspicion forms, memories of a conversation overheard not too long ago. troublemaking kids, 'troublemaking' being an understatement, or something of that like. regardless, his interest is piqued.
iris is an enabler. the dolphin chitters, materialises without warning ( he suppresses a grin when a nearby passerby gives a start at the sight of a dolphin in mid-air ), and darts off towards the scene of the crime. she glitters, and a constant stream of words follow, out loud, free for hearing if they so much as paid attention -- she plays the part of hysterical, panicked familiar, goes off on a rather convincing, if not uncalled for, spiel about how these miscreants had shoved her witch aside when escaping. with a flick of her tail, she redirects some still indecisive officers.
undetected, he slips away after the thief. it's a messy getaway, to him -- messy getaways lead to getting caught, charged, and all manner of things not quite worth it for whatever trinket they may have stolen. he moves quickly enough to keep an eye on the stranger, and on the periphery of his vision, he spies a previously unnoticed officer move ahead.
ah, shit. were they going to get caught after all?
he spins the corner, forgoes any subtlety, and narrowly misses walking right into the girl. but he recovers quickly, stretches out an arm in a seemingly amiable manner, and ( he can feel the officer's gaze on his back, sharp and cold like a knife against his neck ) makes a bold decision. in as kindly a tone as he can summon, he declares, loudly, "amanda, hey kiddo! how were classes? have you had lunch yet?"
( the officer, suspicious but now leaning towards the persuasion of witnessing a concerned father have a chat with his daughter, begrudgingly sidles away. )
and, in an undertone, dryly, "you're going to have to do better than that to get away. really picked a bad time to hit that place, huh."
she wants to flaunt it, she got that look in her eye
She's a bit startled but recovers remarkably quickly. She smiles brightly, her eyes shining as she takes covered notice of the officer, and then the light in her eyes dims as she takes on a sheepish look. She clasps her hands behind her back and sways a bit, playing the bashful student easily.
"Oh u-uhm...well you see.....hey no I haven't had lunch yet! Let's not talk about my grades..."
The officer slips away but there are still a few people around, and she leans forward to grin at him roguishly.
"My team's not the best yet but hey we still got the goods. We're young a reckless y'know? Gotta keep things interesting for a while."
She allows her gaze to drag up and down his body. Sad dad type, strong, maybe worth her time. Could be useful in the future, so she decides to maybe make a connection. She rubs at her chest, feels the necklace rub against her skin from under her shirt.
"Then again I wouldn't be locked up for long, got those sick connections you know?"
She glances around wondering if she could make an escape, then takes pause. A smile curls over her lips, mischevious and subtly sardonic.
"But why do you care so much, mister? You covered for me pretty well there."
