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 chanel crestwalker on Jul 18, 2017 13:50:22 GMT
初めまして。
"fifty years old and still prettier than you," chanel remarked, face sour as she eyed molly. she set her crate down beside the pinkette's shrugging when the question was posed to her. "she might be meeting with some guests..." for a little while, she regretted not staying back with her family to play meet-and-greet with sundial's bourgeoisie. but she quickly shoved the thought out of her head.
chanel eyed the flowers, finding her gaze caught and thoughts trailing further and further away. when molly spoke, chanel was pulled back to reality. "cape jasmines," she answered immediately. one of her favorite kind of flowers. she still loved lotuses the most, but then again almost everyone in the crestwalker family loved lotuses. it was in the blood.
she wondered, cynically, what else was.
frowning, she tilted the vase to the side, and then moved the table against the wall. when molly handed her the boquet she smiled sarcastically. "why thank you, darling~" she reached out a manicured hand to take the flowers before moving to place them in another vase. "but, sadly, these are gifts for medeia." she smiled.
in her little break from molly's side, she seemed to get caught up in details and spent a full minute going around the room and tilting and moving things slightly. frustrated with her work and the inability to obtain perfection (ah, how she'd lament about that one), she eventually ran a full circle around the room and groaned and went back to molly.
"c'mon, let's see if there's anything else to do."
Post by Charani Petrov on Jul 18, 2017 23:08:52 GMT
TAGS Sybil Chime NOTES nightmare gays gotta stick together
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This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. It could obviously be his own crippling guilt putting these thoughts into his head but the look on the other boys face was like a huge slap in the face. It was like every bad thought he had about himself was validated in those eyes... or lack there of seeing as Sybil couldn't look at him in the eyes.
He was shaking very visibly as they walked towards the kitchen, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to force himself to stop. It worked for a minute. At least that was something he could do. It was all he could do. They were just making some kind of vegetable stew or something like that as a side for the festivities. Nothing elaborate or difficult to do. There were probably actual chefs to do all the fancy and hard stuff.
"O... okay." He said, his voice straining against his throat. The other boy was handing him various vegis and things for the food. Most of it just needed to be cut and thrown into one of the several bowls for use later or in the large pot not feet from them. There was a knife right next to him that he had a hard time picking up. Cooking was something that always calmed him down. Even this wasn't helping. Nothing was helping.
His hands were shaking pretty noticeably every time Sybil came close enough to him that they could practically touch. He didn't trust himself with the knife right now. He was mostly just tearing lettuce apart for later use and peeling the onions. He could do that without injuring himself. Even this was to much. Way to much. He just wanted it to stop.
"I can do this... I can do this..." he was saying to himself... mumbling as he fought back tears. It was mostly the onions of course getting at him. But that with the shaking and being so close to someone he watched suffocate. It was a lot to handle. To be honest he couldn't even remember the other boys name. How awful was that. How awful was he. He was a terrible person. He deserved to be hated. He deserved to hurt like this.
making food/helping kitchen sybil (1/1) charani (1/1) Total: 25
Vani sees it clearly, how the reactions differ. Once people's reaction upon seeing him would be shell-shocked, stiffening in fear, parting to let him pass. He sulks at the corner as the girl and her familiar coo at him. He huffs at the witch's greeting and snarls--correction, squeaks--at the fox. Even the fox is bigger than him.
"J-just so you know, in my original size you would fear me!" Vani says, sniffing.
Claire rubs her temple, then. Vani is making such a ruckus. She'll have to fix that later. "Why don't you be more useful for today, Vani? Clear that area for us, please." Although sulking, Vani obediently scampers away and begins shoving sticks and rocks to the side, effectively making a clear spot.
Meanwhile, Claire and Ling is about to get the job done. She raises an eyebrow at the girl's spell. "Nifty trick," she comments, nodding in approval. The scroll carries most of the weight of the tent, and Claire only assists on the positioning. One task done.
"If you can hold on to that spell for a while longer," Claire says, moving to help Vani clean the area. She picks up sticks and rocks and random clutter, putting them in a spare crate. Unconsciously Claire offers advice to Ling to help her maintain the scroll. "Keep the mana flow steady. Releasing it in a burst would quickly exhaust your mana pool."
"Wow," Molly rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. "What if you're one of those illusionists that makes everyone think they're pretty, but are actually really ugly?" She says. People rarely ever do that, but she's heard rumours. Even Valerus Blaze could be an old lady underneath all that makeup--or worse, a monster?--although considering his voice and personality, she's ninety percent sure that he's legit. She shrugs the thought away and turns back to her friend.
"Yeah, I hope we see her soon though! I don't think she's ever missed set-up entirely." Molly says. If there's anything she's genuinely, unabashedly excited about, it's Medeia. The queen. Goals. And there's a part of her that hopes to take Medeia's spot one day, the position of a High Priestess, grand leader of the Helios Knights--
A part of her that reaches and grabs but will always be one step behind Chanel, who, for certain, already has eyes on such a position of wealth and power.
Cape Jasmines.
Molly blinks and crashes back down to reality. Her eyes drift down to the white flowers in her hands, petals unfurled, like mix between a rose and a dandelion. It's a flower she's often seen at Chanel's house, hanging down from the ceiling or carefully propped up in a vase.
"You wouldn't happen to have space for my name too, would you?" Molly snickers, knowing full well that it'd be delusional to take credit for such a extravagant gift. Her family has never been strapped for money, per se, but they wouldn't want to waste it on opulent gifts, either. They're frugal with what wealth they have. Sometimes, Molly can't help but resent that.
She makes sure that Chanel has turned away when she frowns. They'd drifted away to do their own thing. Molly had taken the liberty of arranging the bouquets how she liked them; fluffing up the flowers, plucking off a spare leaf or too when the plants looked claustrophobic, and cooing to them softly, in whispers that hopefully, nobody heard.
It's relaxing, to say the least.
And by the time Chanel comes back, she's up and ready to go to the next task.
"Yeah, let's go." She nods, and descends into the main room. There's not much else to do left, but she reluctantly reaches for the disinfectant wipes sitting in the box next to them and offers one to Chanel. The tables and walls are by no means dirty, but they're not that clean, either. She starts at the closest pillar, made of pale white and cracked grey marble.
"Let's clean?"
unloading crates ( +10 ) minor decorations ( +5 ) cleaning ( +5 ) molly's post (1/1) total: 20pts
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
'You're right, he is cute, in a childish way.' Valkea's mental voice carries more than a hint of amusement as he watches the tiny boar squeaks out a defense that is probably meant to be taken a lot more seriously than it comes out.
'Don't be a menace,' Ling shoots back, sending her familiar the mental equivalent of sticking out a tongue. 'You should probably help out too, any more lazing about and people'll think you're a cat. A lazy cat.'
Her familiar doesn't both to reply verbally, though his actions speak for himself; the white fox uncoils from his perch in the sun and pads towards the nearest mess, beginning to clear it away with steady, efficient movement. Ling takes one moment to both admire and envy Valkea's natural grace before deciding she should probably focus back on her actual task before she drops the tent on someone's head or something equally disastrous.
"Nifty trick," Claire says, and Ling grins at her nod of approval. Something tells her the blonde isn't that easy to get a compliment from. She probably puts more effort into maintaining a smooth, unwavering control over the spell than what is strictly necessary, but hey, no one has to know that. It starts to show after a few moments though, her arms beginning to tremble almost inconspicuously at this unfamiliar strain, her brain protesting the concentration required. A little more experienced than a fledgling Ling might be, but she's used to a completely different way of mana manipulation - her runescripting tends to be activated using short, powerful bursts of mana rather than this steady, sustained drain. "If you can hold on to that spell for a while longer, keep the mana flow steady," Claire advises as they finish setting up the tent. Okay. That sounds a bit like a challenge, and if there's anything she would always rise up to, it's a challenge. Ling grits her teeth and fights to hold onto the spell, breathing in and out deeply as she centers herself; then slowly, slowly she starts to levitate bits of the debris and other stuff littering the floor around them away, helping Valkea with cleaning his area.
setting up a tent (+15) cleaning (+5) total points: 20
Post by chanel crestwalker on Jul 20, 2017 15:43:57 GMT
初めまして。
"ew, illusionists," chanel says disdainfully. "sounds like a cheap excuse for people that can't use contour." she snickers, eyeing her friend. molly's moved on to talking about medeia, and chanel nods thoughtfully. that's true. even normally, she catch glimpses of medeia down the helios knights halls. their leader was a dedicated coven leader, after all.
coven leader...did that title attract her? she didn't know. power. money. a part of her was sick of it all, but if anyone asked, she was obviously ambitious. right? she didn't know. the only thing she'd want to use power for...
"are you joking?" she asks molly, chuckling at the suggestion. "don't be such a scrooge, darls." though she says it to tease, it probably hits a little too hard (especially considering she walks off soon after). when chanel comes back, molly leads her to another room. even chanel hasn't really explored the halls thoroughly.
"mmm a pretty room. i wonder if all of them are actually going to be full with all these guests?" a full house. that'd be odd for the halls that usually echoed and loomed. chanel shrugged at the offer. she mighthave been a lot more averse if she wasn't secretly accustomed to the oil and grease that came with magical engineering.
she grabbed a wipe and a vase and began scrubbing away. as silence fell over the room, chanel began humming an odd tune. "did you see what that one sinclair girl was wearing, by the way? at the party the other weekend. i'd die if someone caught me out in something like that." chanel snickered visciously.
Post by claire fermont on Jul 22, 2017 9:09:19 GMT
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líng lù-xī feel free to call out claire if she's bossing ling too much lmao
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Claire watches the fox disentangle itself from Ling and help in tidying the area. She knows that, one way or another, Vani would meet the fox on perhaps the last piece of stick. She wonders how would that interaction go. She supposes it won't be pleasant. All the while Claire is shooting Vani warning glares, as if saying 'Don't you dare, puppy-sized boar.' Vani is unresponsive to all of them.
The tent is up. Their vicinity is mostly clean, what with two witches and two familiars cleaning the area. Claire nods at Ling, satisfied with the efforts she is showing. She sees Ling's arm shake before, and she just hopes she gets used to the strain of the spell with the prolonged duration.
Claire carries the crate they made as some sort of trash bin and dumps it in the general garbage area. She thinks about their next work. It is unofficial, but she feels indebted to Ling and feels that she will have to tag along with the girl. Claire does not realize it seems to be the other way around, what with her being so used to lead. She thinks of the strain Ling was, and tries to think of work that will at least, let her mana pool replenish itself.
"To the kitchen," Claire says, looking at the general direction of the place. She would begin walking once she sees Ling come over. "Work there should be pretty light. Is it your first time to use that spell for two separate tasks without a break?"
The moment they reach the kitchen Claire would take care of the wiping and arranging the dishes and utensils until, she thinks, they're presentable enough. She plans on unloading the crates next, or, to give more leeway to Ling, decorations.
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PUT UP A TENT: 15 pts CLEANING: 5 pts HELPING IN THE KITCHEN: 5pts Claire 1/1 Ling 0/1
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
Ling lets the spell fade with a relieved sigh as the last of the debris is neatly dumped into an empty crate, finishing the cleaning job at hand. Her arms ache with the foreign strain, an almost prickling, tingling sensation fizzing in her blood as she stops channeling mana; Ling shakes them out a bit, doing a few quick stretches to try and rid herself of the sensation. It works, leaving her with a dull, general sort of fatigue that she knows will fade soon.
Ugh. She really needs to work on her general spellwork. As much as she'd like to think otherwise, runescripting isn't the end-all solution to everything.
"To the kitchen," Claire says once she finishes carrying the crate to the general garbage area. "Work there should be pretty light. Is it your first time to use that spell for two separate tasks without a break?"
"Light work sounds pretty good," Ling says reluctantly, making a face at her own weakness. There's a wobble in her step that still hasn't completely subsided. "Yeah, I haven't had to sustain a spell like that for ages!" Runescripting just doesn't do stuff like that, at least not with the basic level Ling is still at.
She regains some of her energy as they enter the kitchen, perking up again at the battery of delicious smells and sights assaulting her senses. It's a little-known fact that while her cooking is average at best, Ling is awesome at baking - there's just something indescribably relaxing about following the steps in a recipe book carefully, carefully, carefully until voila! death by deliciousness.
So... what she's saying is, she couldn't really help getting sucked in by the bakers a little bit away from Claire's spot. Before she can even blink, Ling finds herself kneading dough right alongside them, twisting it into fancy shapes and glazing them with egg yolk; and how could she not join in with the cake decorators, their icing of vivid hues swirling patterns onto a white base, flowers, and candy and chocolate arranged on top till a masterful creation emerges - okay so she might be exaggerating a tiny bit, that just makes it more fun. ling wanders off to help the bakers instead of claire bc she has a short attention span, whoops. join her?
setting up a tent (+15) cleaning (+5) prepping a dish (+10) ling 1/1, claire 1/1 total points: 30
medeia glides into the room as though she had been born in it-- in her hands is an enchanted clipboard and she is dressed from top to bottom in deep crimsons and rich golds. her hair is done in a professional bun and despite their finery, her clothes have been designed with maximum mobility in mind-- she's clearly in taskmaster mode. [break][break] she nods approvingly at the tent construction and the general atmosphere of business in the halls. whenever her eyes meet another pair, they light into a gentle smile and sometimes a friendly wave. she is charisma and whatever else-- when she sees a young boy struggling with a banner she approaches him with a little wave. [break][break] "sure thing," she says, and then proceeds to wave a wand. the banner is lifted instantly from his hand and fixes itself on the doorway. catching sight of another member, she waves and in an instant, she's off. when she arrives at the center she sighs. [break][break] a summoning circle appears on the ground, and glows briefly, causing a lull in the activity of the hall. two center-piece worthy statues appear at the heart of the giant circle and medeia waves a gentle hand. "if you could move these to rooms lunar-C and B respectively, i'd appreciate it, thank you."
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she catches sight of the novice next. "claire fermont ." (because, to some extent, she knew nearly all the names of the members of her coven), "i have a list here i could use help with, basically..."
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how to participate
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completing a task will award you with points which may later be spent at the prize shop
you MUST have a summary of actions at the end of your post.
during the thread, you are required to keep track of your points on a per post basis. the final scores will be crossed checked by staff.
only members of jester's den and the helios knights may complete tasks.
be on the look out, as several NPCs may make an appearance!
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the tasks (updated)
move the (heavy) statues to different rooms [0/2] requires 1 post to be made by 3 characters. rewards 15 points.
find and welcome rowenna sphehard and show her to her room. requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each, with one moderator post in between. rewards 10 points.
find and welcome valerus blaze and show him his room. requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each, with one moderator post in between. rewards 10 points.
put up a (very) large banner. [2/2] requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 15 points.
assist in decoration or minor set up. [2/infinite] requires 1 post to be made by 1 character. rewards 5 points.
help prepare a dish. [2/4] requires 1 post to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 10 points.
unload crates with wands, brooms and other materials. [1/4] requires 1 post to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 10 points
assist in cleaning efforts. [2/infinite] requires 1 post to be made by 1 character. rewards 5 points.
put up a tent. [1/2] requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 15 points.
the thread will end in two week's time.
medeia has helped elih with his banner (you may add points accordingly). she summonds two giant statues- describe as you will- and has asked for them to be moved. Medeia has handed a list of arriving guests to claire and basically asks her to make sure they're welcomed and know where to stay for the event.
"That's good practice for you," Claire says, nodding. That would mean increased endurance and a larger pool of mana. She is slightly worried about Ling, though, with the wobble in her steps. She doesn't look like close to fainting, but Claire might as well prepare for the worst. They get separated for a while, each busy with their chosen work.
Claire instantly recognizes the arrival of Medeia Trevil, even if she's still inside the kitchen. The arrival of the mistress isn't a flashy one. Still, her presence is something that turns heads towards the woman, and Claire is no exception. She finishes arranging the dishes and steps out of the place.
"Yes?" Claire answers the call. She is handed a piece of paper. It's hard to make out the words. It looks like a list, and at the top are marked as "priority." Their exchange lasts for about a minute or so of questions and clarifications. Claire nods, after, folding the paper in half. She bows to the mistress then sets off to the masters.
Then she remembers Ling. She looks around, promptly spots the girl, then approaches her. She shows her the list and points to a certain name, Valeus Blaze. "I am assuming you are a part of the Jester's Den. I figure you might know the whereabouts of Valerus." Claire glances at the entrance, imagining Valerus entering the premises. "If I'm not mistaken, he should be close. I'll check the quarters and meet you halfway."
She needs company, Claire thinks, and she will find her one. She spots a lone guy, the one she doesn't recognize, and calls to him. "Hey." If he would look, he would see Claire motioning for him to come. She then puts a calloused hand on Ling's shoulder. "Accompany the girl and find Valerus Blaze then lead him towards his room right there."
She sends them off and goes to the quarters. Obviously they are doing a good job, and she leaves satisfied. Next thing to do is... after a lot of difficulty reading the characters, she makes out the name Rowvenna Shephard. Find her and lead her there. Ling and the boy is already off, and so, Claire ambushes the new arrival and taps her shoulder. "Come with me. We have no time to waste. We will find Rowvenna Shephard."
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TLDR finishes the kitchen task, takes medeia's order, sends ling and elih off to find valerus blaze, drags vera to find rowvenna with her
PUT UP A TENT: 15 pts CLEANING: 5 pts HELPING IN THE KITCHEN: 5pts FIND ROWVENNA SHEPHARD: 10 pts Claire 1/2 Vera 0/2
The hand tapping her shoulder catches Vera by surprise. She yelps, turns slowly (Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin, what do I say now?), and finally relaxes when she finds out the hand's owner is no idol of hers looking to reprimand her. It's still a higher ranked witch that Vera's pretty sure she's seen around before, and the blonde kind of does have quite the intimidating glare, but at this point anything is better than being judged by her coven leader or her second-in-command.
The brunette only manages a sheepish smile and a half-sighed "Sure thing!" as she falls into step next to her.
Rowvena Shephard is one of the best-known witches in all of Sundial, with her fashionable red hair and almost permanent serious expression and, most importantly, her deadly skills as a transfiguration master. Recognizing her would be a piece of cake, even in the mess of witches and mana going on. In fact, Vera's pretty sure she can already see a hint of bright red peeking out from behind a column. Which, in hindsight, brings up a series of questions.
Already a few steps into the search, Vera realizes she has no idea why they were looking for the redheaded politician, in the first place. Sure, she could make an educated guess, but there were honestly so many reasons one could need the help of a master witch that even the thought is mind-boggling. And so, naturally, the following question arises: "U-um, I'm sorry, why are we looking for Mrs. Shephard, again?"
Molly snickers along wth Chanel, her giggles hidden behind curled fingers. People who couldn't look pretty without the help of spells were just cheap. After all, Molly spent a lot of time and money on those potions. Perfectly manicured nails, three coats of polish and a top coat to boot. Makeup and hair that takes at least an hour to prepare in the morning; beauty is attainable, one just has to put enough work into it.
She touches on sensitive subject, not realizing the levity until it's too late. Thankfully, Chanel leaves the room quickly. A forbidden subject; they usually don't dare to touch it, but Molly's been edging her way closer; hints and vague comments here and there. It had been hard to stop once she had started.
She leads Chanel to the room adjacent, and she has to admit that she isn't too familiar with the place either. It's so extravagent and big that even she feels overwhelmed by it's very structure. Molly pulls one of the squares and wipes, semi-focused on the task in front of her.
"Oh Merlin, I did! It was so ugly...like that shade of yellow? Ugh." Molly says, sticking out her tongue. She points to her throat for emphasis. A little gossip never hurt anybody, and she grins as she finds her own groove with Chanel, like a well-worn glove.
It's not long, however, until Medeia herself glides into the room. "Look! She's here." Molly says, and beams. She looks as graceful as ever. There's no denying that she'll make the place look as spotless and amazing as ever.
Summoning circles appear before them, and two statues rise from the spotless marble floor. Molly may not like grunt work, but she's certainly eager to please. "You got it!" She says, and looks at Chanel with a peppy expression.
"Let's go, I think we'll need another person to help us."
unloading crates ( +10 ) minor decorations ( +5 ) cleaning ( +5 ) moving the statue ( +15 ) molly's post ( 1/3 ) total: 20pts ( ~15 )
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
Everyone notices when Medeia Trevil enters. Conversation hushes, people turn to stare, and the attention of the centers entirely on the high priestess. Said high priestess completely owns the spotlight - with her dark hair pinned up in an impeccable bun, draped in the crimsons and golds of her coven colours, a clipboard in hand as she delegates tasks - Medeia Trevil is breathtaking and austere in a way Ling can only dream about becoming.
She's abruptly brought back to reality again by Claire's voice, the blond witch approaching her with a list in hand and an order on her tongue. It's actually... surprisingly similar to how the Helios Knights' leader had swept through the room just then. She is appropriately awed. Ling grins at the older woman and gives her a double thumbs up as she assigns her to look for Valerus Balze. "I got it," she assures Claire.
Wandering off in the direction pointed out to her, she sees a familiar flash of dark hair and dark skin nearby. "Elih!" she yells, waving for his attention, then bounding towards him. Reaching out to grab his arm with an exuberant grin, Ling makes to drag him along with her. "Hey, c'mon, we gotta go find Valerus. He can't be that hard to find, right?"
setting up a tent (+15) cleaning (+5) prepping a dish (+10) finding valerus blaze ling 1/2, elih 0/2 total points: 30
Post by Dalton Quincey on Jul 27, 2017 23:25:29 GMT
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A cat's eyes glint[break] 'What a wretched
on a high ledge.[break] day,' it remarks.
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Having to help with getting things ready for the empyreal cup wasn't exactly the kind of thing that Dalton had imagined would be one of his first tasks after being welcomed into the Helios Knights coven, but it was a necessary task nonetheless. After all, how could he ever hope to participate in the cup itself if things weren't properly set up! Plus helping with the preparation work for the cup was the least that Dalton could do since he had been welcomed into the coven as a member. Ever since he was a child the Helios Knights were his only choice for a coven. [break][break]
The dark haired boy had shown up a tad bit late to helping out with the preparation so a decent chunk of the tasks available to all of them had already been taken up. However the task of just cleaning things up in general was never truly done now was it? With one task in mind Dalton set off to the kitchen area of the helios knight's hall, deciding to clean that area up first. It wouldn't be too good for people to come into the kitchen and try to cook things if the kitchen was dirty. [break][break]
Making his way into the kitchen Dalton would immediately get right to work, scooping up some pots and pans that were on a nearby counter and dumping them into the sink. With a quick flick of his wrist the boy turned the sink faucet on, letting the sink fill up with water while he started tidying up the kitchen a bit more. Specifically wiping the counters down while the sink filled up. "Jeeze this is gonna take awhile.." The boy mumbled out to himself as he started cleaning the dishes he picked up. [break][break]
After awhile of cleaning up the kitchen Dalton made his way into the main section of the building, just in time to see two statues summoned up into existence. It seemed like an easyish task to do, moving statues shouldn't be too hard. Well it shouldn't be hard as long as he had help. With a nice dumb grin on his face Dalton made his way over to the statue, looking around for a moment before blurting out a quick. "Uhhhh, excuse me! Can someone give me a hand moving this statue? Or I can help someone else move the other one it doesn't matter?"
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summary: Assisted in cleaning up, specifically the kitchen, for those 5 pointsss. Stood around and just kinda yelled out to see if anyone would help him/needed help with moving a statue (1/3). 403 words
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / more shitposts!
[attr="class","elihcontent"]RECOGNITION HITS HIM a second too late, and for a moment, he can't speak, only nod dumbly as medeia ( the medeia trevil! even hamster is momentarily stunned into silence and refrains from comment ) waves her wand and singlehandedly completes the task. he lets the banner go with a hastily squeaked "thanks!" and blinks rapidly after her shrinking figure as she vanishes into the crowd, still dumbfounded. [break][break]
a second later, he remembers to step down from the chair and not stand there looking like the idiot he is, returning it to a corner should anyone have additional need of it. that being done, he stands around, mildly lost amongst the chaos, until a voice calls him forward. elih's first reaction is to turn, eyes scanning the crowd behind him, wondering if she had meant anyone else. then she beckons towards him -- oh, right. me. right. uh-huh. -- and gestures towards a more familiar face.[break][break]
alas, he loves his familiar too much to bear him any ill will, and rather resigns himself to having to find some way to put the banner up. he spies another witch make clever use of their tall familiar, and looks reproachfully at hamster. "can't you be useful like that?" the only response he gets is a laugh.[break][break]
ling yells excitedly, and naturally, elih attempts a smile, and allows the girl to drag him along. it's a sort of lopsided smile, awkward by virtue of unuse, and not by any habit of frowning. "valerus?" he echoes, somewhat rhetorical. "conversely, i think he's flashy enough to be one of the easiest to find, no?"[break][break]
putting up a banner : +15[break] elih: ( 2/2 ) with help from medeia.[break]
