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
Elih doesn't resist as Ling drags him with her through the crowd, her eyes constantly scanning the sea of people for the illusionist. "Haha, yeah, his bright red hair should stand out from the crowd. There can't be that many redheads, right?"
As if to prove her wrong, they immediately pass one, two, three red-headed witches, each one with tresses like they've been dip-dyed in scarlet paint. Ling pauses. Wonders about her place in the universe. Continues. "Well.... he's tall as well?" she offers weakly. Valkea's laughter echoes in her head, and she knows it's bad when his tail starts twitching in an outwards display of mirth. Ling would normally pout at her familiar until he relented on his laughter, but considering they have company... well, Ling's not totally without pride. She decides to take the high ground and ignore the white fox.
That is, of course, the moment the universe decides she needs a little more fun in her life and trips her onto her face.
"Ow, fuck!" she curses as she rights herself. It hadn't hurt, not really, (besides a good dose of wounded pride), but Ling finds herself giving the pile of rubbish that had tripped her up the gimlet eye. "Go on ahead without me," she mutters to Elih, still glaring at the trash. "I'll be with you in a sec, I'm just going to clean this up so that they won't trip up innocent bystanders."
The last bit degenerates into insulted mumblings under her breath as Ling begins to clean up. She probably dumps the bits and bobs into the nearby bin with a little more force than necessary - but really, who cares? Certainly not her.
setting up a tent (+15) cleaning (+5) prepping a dish (+10) cleaning (+5) (gets momentarily distracted by cleaning while searching for valerus) finding valerus blaze ling 1/2, elih 1/2 total points: 35
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / more shitposts!
[attr="class","elihcontent"]FATE IS AGAINST THEM, elih realises, passing not one, not two, but three witches with bright red hair. even with a height advantage -- not a particularly large one, he laments silently -- valerus blaze escapes his notice. he contemplates summoning hamster and raising the coyote into the air for a higher vantage point, and desists only because his familiar's indignant protest is loud enough to make his ears, metaphorically, ring. [break][break]
"not tall enough," elih stops just short of a sigh, an elegy for one valerus blaze, never to be found by two vertically challenged apprentices. "or we might just be too short."[break][break]
"ow, fuck!"[break][break]
his eyes are wide. "language," is a scandalized whisper of a protest. but he is not without pity for his friend; he deposits whatever miscellaneous scraps he can find into a nearby bin with far less force than ling. "i think the rubbish seeks repentance for the heinous crime it has committed," he comments as the last piece of stray metal clangs its way into the bin. floor cleared to their satisfaction, the search continues. [break][break]
it doesn't last for very long, to his relief. there's another flash of red hair, this time, a striking figure clad in white. elih prays his voice doesn't shake, summons what courage he has to extend a hand in a wave, and gives a little jump to be seen above the crowd. "hi, uh, mr blaze! over here!"[break][break]
putting up a banner : +15[break] elih: ( 2/2 ) with help from medeia.[break]
Post by chanel crestwalker on Jul 29, 2017 15:20:54 GMT
初めまして。
Molly seems restlessly obsessed with her family's condition, and as toxic as she can be, Chanel can't really deal with that type of toxicitiy. God knows she needed an outlet sometimes but the urge to be better than the competition made her refuse to be an outlet for anyone else.
She snickers at Molly's gesutre, sighing dramatically as though in pity for a girl born without a sense of fashion. Chanel believes in effort, often times the dangerously hardworking and meticulous kind. It's the same for creations, the same for fashion. Both have become inseparable parts of her, and when she needs to she can work her ass off.
Medeia's appearance stuns Chanel for a bit, and she instantly regrets not trying red herself-- while whites and blues and purples are her colors, her sophisticated white tee and formal pants now feel out of place, and her cape doesn't quite hold a candle to medeia's sense of style.
she sighs wistfully and lets herself be taken in by the cheerful expression on her friend's face. she attempts to lift the statue- while it's possible with only two of them, this might just actually break her back. so she wheezes and nods, waving to the boy that's standing alone at the other statue. "help us with this one instead~"
Post by Charani Petrov on Jul 29, 2017 17:37:05 GMT
TAGS @kitchen people NOTES someone come make this less awk pls
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There was some kind of announcement in the other room. Something about statues or something. He didn't really pay attention to it very much. He was to busy trying to hide from the silence coming from the boy beside himself. He couldn't take it. He'd rather the boy yell at him. He'd rather feel hatred or anger radiate off the other boy than what he was feeling now. Emptiness. Nothing.
He was a prisoner. He couldn't escape... the demons inside himself. The gnawing voices berating him every time something reminded him of that day. He's not that strong. He would never be that strong. He couldn't be there for anyone... how could he be there for himself? He had to be there for everyone else. Hide away his pain... he didn't deserve for it to go away like they did.
He grabbed some of the bowls and dishes that were being used in making food. He started washing them to help clean up a little. He'd probably sweep the floor of the kitchen and wipe the counter after as well. He needed something to stay busy. It was all he could right now. He had to make it up to all of them.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice straining against his throat. He couldn't look at Sybil in the eyes as he spoke. He couldn't watch that flash of pain again. He saw it enough every time he got even a moment of sleep. Every day dream even turned dark. There was a ruckus as someone else came into the kitchen area... probably to help make food or to help clean. There was some loud noises outside the kitchen which was probably those statues being moved.
Post by claire fermont on Jul 29, 2017 18:12:47 GMT
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Vera Lindt boopity boop tell me if you need anything changed!
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When she is sure the newcomer is following her, Claire picks up her pace. She scans the crowd minutely, searching for a hint of red hair. Rowvenna wouldn't be missed, though. The elderly witch, would surely stand out from the crowd. If she doesn't have anyone with her, Claire even thinks the crowd would part for her. After all, who in Sundial does not know of Rowvenna Shepherd?
In her focus, it takes her a while to actually hear the question of her companion. When she does, Claire blinks and looks at her, blanking out for a second before saying, "It's Medeia's order. Rowvenna is a guest for the Empyreal Cup, and so Medeia wants to secure her arrival and make her feel welcomed."
Claire hopes she has answered the girl's question.
Ten minutes into searching, they still haven't seen even the shadow of the person of interest. They have considerably covered enough area. Claire contemplates on whether to continue on or to just stay put and wait for the woman. She does not want to go too far away from the initial venue. She still has to go check on Ling and the boy, add that to the reasons.
What Claire would see next is the new arrival of crates, still loaded in a carriage pulled by mules. It's settled, then, Claire thinks. She turns to the girl beside her and says, "May I know your name? So we can address each other properly. My name is Claire." Briefly Claire wonders where Vani has gone. Perhaps he returned to the familiar world already.
The novice gestures to the crates a few meters from them. "I do not want to go too far searching for Rowvenna. This distance is enough, if she arrives this is probably the best possible place to be. In the meantime I would like for us to take care of the crates, just we would not be idle."
Claire, in all her might and glory, has been ordering people a lot this day. She does not realize it, nor the consequences it would probably have. She has no problem unloading up to five crates, what with her build and muscle. She wipes off the beads of sweat forming after she lays down the last crate. "These are heavier than I expected."
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TLDR answers vera's questions, asks for her name, tells her to help unload crates in the meantime
PUT UP A TENT: 15 pts CLEANING: 5 pts HELPING IN THE KITCHEN: 5pts FIND ROWVENNA SHEPHARD: 10 pts Claire 1/2 Vera 1/2 UNLOADING CRATES: 10 pts Claire 1/1 Vera 0/1 TOTAL: 45 PTS
Post by Dalton Quincey on Jul 30, 2017 2:33:53 GMT
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Dalton honestly didn't have any problems with waiting around for some assistance in moving the statue. Since he had just finished cleaning up a bunch of crap he was a little bit tired already so any kind of break was appreciated. As he sat around the boy would turn his back to the statue, choosing to look at all the people running around the halls instead. Staring at the statue wasn't gonna get it moved but perhaps if he managed to make eye contact with someone they might get guilted into helping him out or something? [break][break]
Though all the staring managed to do was make Dalton feel a tad bit awkward as people just walked on by him, already busy with their own tasks.[break][break]
However it wasn't too much longer until someone called out to him, the little awkwardness he felt washing away as soon as someone interacted with him. With a simple nod of his head Dalton quickly made his way over to the other statue that two girls were already preparing to move. "Sure, I'll help with this one!" the boy eagerly blurted out the moment that he was over there with the two of them. [break][break]
Flashing both of them a quick grin Dalton would place his hands on the bottom of the statue, preparing to help lift it once the two of them were ready. "Alright lets do this! Oh! My names Dalton by the way, Dalton Quincey." [break][break]
things done: [break] assist in cleaning efforts - 5 points
sheer white was the new trend apparently. to be fair, valerus never cared for fashion. hestia was the one that had selected his clothes, so he supposed the purifier was the real trendsetter in this case. sighing, valerus waved a farewell to the carriage driver and turned to the crowd. hestia was sick, (and he practically had to force her to stay at home otherwise he was certain the girl would have come, runny nose, fever, and all). [break][break]
when he hears some call his name, he turns to catch sight of a boy he's often seen in the corners of the sun cafe, usually lurking and mostly alone. "hey," he says-- he can't pretend to be cain and call some stranger by name, but he's willing to show off a little bias for the members of his own coven. yet again, he finds himself ditched by cain at an important event. the official 'leader' of the jesters would likely arrive a day or three into the festivities. and this wasn't even an official mandate. [break][break] according to cain himself, he had a little 'project' going on.
[break][break] "lead the way. before that, i have news for a helios knights official." he hastily adds: "not the priestess, though." he can deal with a lot of things, but medeia trevil isn't one of them. [break][break] notes: vaerus wants a quick meet up with an official of the knights- make up an NPC or do as you wish to fufill the task.
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When Rowenna stepped out of the carriage, she wholly embodied the part of a fairytale queen. Or maybe the evil stepmother. Dressed in light grays and dark golds with a heavy and dragging cape, there was no doubt about the attention that her presence demanded. [break][break] if not her presence, the way the crowd split and descending into a frenzy of mumbles and cheers was sure to be an obvious hint at her arrival. she gave the crowd a charming smile, though it was hardly disarming and instead clearly learned from several years worth of practice at something unnatural. [break][break] when a few bodyguards attempted to follow her into the knight's hall, she shooed them away. "there is no need for protection. not here, at least." if you could not find yourself comfortable at home, after all, what purpose was there to be comfortable at all? a member of the council she might be, but she would never place that above her darling coven. [break][break]
Always one to get on with things, Sybil surprised himself when he saw the other guy get all... distressed about the whole situation in the kitchen. Sybil would usually just ignore it and pretend it wasn't happening, but instead of actually asking him how he felt, Sybil just left. It wasn't his problem, was it? Sure, he had also been stuck in that place but constantly bringing it up wasn't going to help either of them.
He didn't even bother saying 'goodbye' or 'thank you', instead, Sybil laid everything out neatly and left the kitchens. The hall had become busy, some people were arriving and they looked fairly important. Alas, Sybil had spent so long living in a mansion that he had no idea who these people were, but judging by the way they separated crowds with just their presence... yeah, that was enough to make Sybil himself shiver.
The man with vibrant coloured hair seemed out of place, though did his best to look relaxed. Sybil wasn't sure what his name was, but maybe he had seen his face in the papers before? His mouth twisted, annoyed at himself for not knowing these people.
Noticing some other witches get their attention, Sybil would glance around the hall, noticing empty crates that hand't been moved as of yet. Wanting to keep busy, he'd quickly hurry over to one and start pushing it across the floor, aiming to chuck it outside where they could be put in a large skip or something.
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / more shitposts!
[attr="class","elihcontent"]RELIEF FLOODS HIM at the realisation that his voice is, indeed, loud enough to carry over the crowd. there's no mention of name, and he knows that it can't be expected -- why should he expect anyone to remember who he is? it's not like he does anything. there's a nod, a nervous bob of the head in greeting as the acolyte prompts them onwards. elih sneaks a glance at ling, looking ever so slightly nervous at the entire ordeal, before he steels himself and steps on forward. "r-right. helios official; not the priestess," he echoes, and scans the crowd.[break][break]
thankfully, officials are not too difficult to find, granted the entire occasion. without too much difficulty, elih points one out. "um, that way, sir. lady in the red jacket, i think?" he desperately hopes that his memory hasn't failed him, and that he hasn't pointed out some hapless, innocent soul that isn't an official.[break][break]
"we'll, uh, meet you back at the entrance to show you to your room," he squeaks out before valerus leaves. "i mean, we could also just, uh, find you again, i guess? if you'd like?" the latter statement comes out as a hesitant, drowned out statement directed at a disappearing back, and he stares helplessly instead. [break][break]
he turns to ling with a shrug, looking decidedly unsure of what to do next. "guess we'll have some time to kill before mr blaze gets back?" elih watches the acolyte curiously from a distance for a moment, before the mad rush of the preparations catch up to him once again -- someone shoves a bouquet into his hands in passing and redirects him to a vase not two steps away; he blinks rapidly, momentarily stunned, then busies himself with an attempt at arranging the aforementioned bouquet.[break][break]
putting up a banner : +15[break] elih: ( 2/2 ) with help from medeia.[break]
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
So Valerus Blaze really wasn't that difficult to find after all, red hair and all. Well, okay, to be fair, Ling wasn't the one who saw him - Elih was - but that news shouldn't be surprising to anyone who knows how tall Ling is compared to most of the people present. Or, rather, how short. But she's not going to think too hard on it. "Hi sir!" She waves at him cheerfully, bouncing a little on the tips of her toes; a sneaked glance at Elih shows him to look rather nervous so she's fully prepared to be the one to do the talking, but she's beaten to the punch. By Elih.
Ling beams. She stays mostly quiet as Elih and Valerus talk, happy to be the background one - it definitely saves her from breaking her neck trying to look up at the red-haired illusionist, which is a win in her book. And yeah, meeting him back at the entrance should work. If, you know, they don't get lost or something. Ling's not that good with directions.
"Guess we'll have some time to kill before Mr Blaze gets back?"
"Not too long, I hope," Ling responds with an impish grin. "But yeah, we can continue helping out a bit while we wait. Probably shouldn't go that far though-"
Aaaaaand, he's whisked away in a sudden flurry of flowers and frantic limbs and a too-fragile vase, leaving Ling to stand there staring for a moment. Ok, she thinks. Well that happened. But she's not idle for long. There's a stack of crates nearby, stuffed with wands and brooms and other magical equipment that has yet to be unpacked. Ling wanders over and begins to unload the goods, sorting them out into semi-neat piles as she does so.
"Hey Elih, when you're done with the flowers, come over here and help me with these crates?" she calls to him, all the while keeping an eye out for any sign of Valerus coming back.
setting up a tent (+15) cleaning (+5) prepping a dish (+10) cleaning (+5) finding valerus blaze (+10) ling 2/2, elih 2/2 unloading the crates ling 1/1 elih 0/1 total points: 45
[attr="class","elihnotes"]líng lù-xī / more shitposts!
[attr="class","elihcontent"]HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW everyone has the energy to move around as quickly as they do. he can only hope his shaky hands don't accidentally knock over this vase as he arranges the flowers; the glass looks frighteningly breakable, as glass is wont to do, and the sudden rush of courage that had come with assisting valerus blaze is quick to wear off.[break][break]
there's probably something wrong with his arrangement of the flowers. he's not a florist, what should he know? elih has the sudden urge to run to the library to borrow a few dozen books on floral arrangements, and is barred from doing so only because ling calls out, pointedly regarding a stack of crates and various equipment.[break][break]
he is quick to leave the vase, and even quicker to absolve himself of any responsibility should anyone begin to criticise an amateur's attempt. "yup, yup, got it." eyeing the magical equipment with equal amounts of apprehension and nervousness, he helps ling to sort the equipment out into their vaguely separated piles. somewhere along the line, hamster materialises; the downsized coyote proves himself useful, picking out bundles of wands daintily and placing them in their respective piles.[break][break]
putting up a banner : +15[break] elih: ( 2/2 ) with help from medeia.[break]
Ten minutes. That was how long he felt like he spent in the kitchen having a panic attack. Honestly it was only maybe two or three minutes total of hyperventilating under one of the counters while he was alone. The food looked to be pretty much all ready by the time it hit him. The sense of being alone... abandoned again.
He finished some more light cleaning before he left the room... more using it as time to compose himself. He swept under the counters and put away some of the tools from the kitchen into the cabinets and counter drawers. It looked... well not terrible. He was no maid after all.
He silently walked out of the kitchen to escape the quiet. It was way to much right now. The other boy had obviously left before him. He didn't seem to want to have anything to do with Charani. Maybe it was for the best. He didn't deserve to be talked to after all. He didn't deserve anything. He was useless.
He was brought out of his own negative thoughts by a strange sight. It was very weird to him and actually kind of comical. A coyote unpacking wands like they were made of fine china. He could almost imagine the creature with a suit on and white gloves like a proper butler or maid. It made him laugh. It made him laugh hard. Way to hard considering how close he had gotten to them.
He didn't look at Ling during his laughing fit or he'd probably have recognized her. She had been the girl who pranked him not like a month or two ago during the festival. He'd never caught up with her... or knew who she was but she deserved a good noogie for sure.
helping clean the kitchen up charani (1/1) Total: 35
Post by chanel crestwalker on Aug 3, 2017 14:04:14 GMT
初めまして。
the statue is a chore to lift, and chanel almost wants to lament about it but refrains from doing so, considering their helper was practically moving with a skip in his step. chanel refrained from responding and exhausting herself until they arrived at the location, at which point she was probably the first to let go of the statue.
"merlin's bloody guts," she cursed, sighing before giving dalton a smile. "right! chanel crestwalker. you look a little sweaty so we can keep the hand shaking for later. but it's good to meet you, dalton. joined recently?" even as she asks the question, her eyes move away from dalton and go up to the room it's another hall with several chairs stacked up against eachother- even the giant statue makes it feel a bit empty.
"here. give us a hand with putting these seats in order. i'm sure her grace will appreciate it." she wordlessly, of course, assumes that her actions extent to molly as well. with that, she sets to work. her heels click against the floor- chanel is used to them to the point where she can practically play tennis in wedges. she heaves a bunch of chairs off a nearby stack and gets to arranging them
Post by Dalton Quincey on Aug 4, 2017 16:50:18 GMT
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Moving the statue was definitely a task, it turned out to be a lot heavier then Dalton thought it would be when he decided to move them around. By the time they were done he worked up a bit of a sweat already. Immediately going to wipe his hands on the legs of his track pants to try to dry them off at least a little bit before he moved onto the next task. [break][break]
"Its nice to meet ya too.." Dalton blurted out, taking a moment to catch his breath a little bit more before he continued on speaking. "Yeah I joined kinda recently, a few months ago I think?" Once that was said the boy was about to get ready to bid the two of them farewell and go off to find another thing to help with. Only to stop saying whatever he was going to say as he blonde girl spoke up again and said to give them a hand with setting up the chairs. [break][break]
With a quick shrug of his shoulders the boy would head on over to the stack of chairs and take a stack of chairs off his own to set up. Trying to show off a little bit he'd make sure to grab more then the blonde girl did before he went around the room, setting the chairs up next to each other. [break][break]
Once the chairs he had were all set up Dalton would nod his head at a job well done, before looking back over at Chanel. "Anything else you guys want some help with?" [break][break]
things done:[break] assist in cleaning efforts - 5 points[break] move the heavy states - 15 points[break] assist in decoration or minor set up - 5 points[break] total - 25 points
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Sybil had found something he could actually just crack on with, he wouldn't have to socialise with anyone or get in anybody's way. Just pack up boxes with rubbish and take it outside to the skip. Seemed simple enough. Unfortunately, the witch wasn't very strong at all. He had to lean all his weight against these crates and push them along, his belly was practically touching the ground he had to stretch out so much. "Ugh! Someone's gotta clear the rubbish away I guess."
It was nice to get a bit of wind on his skin after exiting the doors, the hall was getting a bit stuffy with all the people running around trying to help out. Letting out a big sigh, Sybil would glance back inside, grimacing at all the other boxes that would need pushing out (but filling up first). "Best crack on then." he'd try to say enthusiastically, but it was a monotone voice as he trudged back inside grabbing bits of rubbish he could find before slinging it into another box.
