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.
dmitri felt a similarity between himself and kasimir, he really did. but that hardly meant much sympathy (if he had any at all) and tonight wasn't really a good time to be playing favorites. his smile faltered slightly yet did not quite disappear. "i think we both know that the answer to that question is neither, kasimir." [break][break] because in the end, xuan jin and saskia burovski were just extra strings that needed to be clipped if he really wanted to weaponize the assassin. such cuts, dmitri knew from experience, were best made before the fruits of labour began to show themselves. but did he have the energy to make such an investment? not right now. he'd let this cauldron stir. [break][break] riley, who had been observing the exchange with dangerous eyes, blinked at the sudden sarcasm and laughed. "oh well now you have my interest. are you going to sit down?" she smiles, this one less venomous but just as teasing. "or should we take this somewhere else?" [break][break] basil eyed kasumi when she spoke. to be frank, he had had enough of women that didn't speak plainly and acted too different from their true intentions. it was refreshing to see amelia, at the very least, speak clearly about herself in ways that disregarded propriety. he shifted his focus to dmitri when the redhead called him out by name and smirked quietly when he saw the blond's usually lidded eyes open up a little at being addressed so casually. [break][break] nevertheless, dmitri seemed to take it in stride. "ah, it's been ages since i've taken on a job myself. silvertongue's quite a bit to handle, don't you think?" the last part was casually stressed, a nonchalant warning that nearly everyone in this table was starting to piss him off, one way or another. [break][break] basil chuckled seemingly for no reason, and riley took up the response before he could open his mouth."don't lie now, high priest wisbane, we all know your true talent lies in wine smuggling."[break][break] laughter, including from dmitri himself fills the table. "no but honestly, where did you get this? extravagant. i almost regret not coming here last year." she waves a hand to grab amelia's attention. [break][break] "basil, basil. what doesn't he do? if you need something known or unknown, leave it to him." she smiled mischievously. "me? i'm just here for the festivities." [break][break] basil blinked when kasumi played the part of an honest demure lady so well, but found that he could not trust anything he heard about anyone. this was why he hated hanging out with snakes. alas, bringing his interface up right now wouldn't be playing the part of a good sport, would it? [break][break] amelia's introduction caught more of his interest, and he felt a certain look in the dmitri's eyes that told him rather subtley that this wasn't your average person from sundial. which put her at a more profitable position, depending on the job. he thought riley might be thinking the same, but the flower-crowned maiden seemed to have her attention split between the rest of the table guests. [break][break] he watched the exchange between both women and then looked to dmitri. the high priest seemed disinterested, probably contemplating something not remotely resembling a table or ethics. really, it seemed even the high priest was a victim of thought. [break][break] "i think," basil finally spoke, tone lacking the eloquence of the rest at the table. "that seating yourself here takes conviction in itself. and that nothing, in the end, can test or judge the mettle of a man with a knife except a knife and monster." [break][break] there was a lull in the conversation, at which point the only thing that could be heard was the faint rubbing of riley's gloved index finger against her glass of wine. [break][break] "regardless, kasumi, amelia, lovely getting to know you two. but for now, i think we have a few more guests to entertain." the obvious dismissal was followed by the trailing of his eyes- upwards and towards the little crowd of people that had assembled at the balcony, eyes like hawks on dmitri wisbane.[break][break] dmitri nodded to the two redheaded ladies, and then turned his attention to dahlia (for whom basil wasn't quite sure what exact jurisdiction was to be made, so he had left her harmless presence alone), stuffing herself with a croissant. "street rat, really. one day, i have a dream that you'll grow up." but he smiled at her and winked, hinting that he perfectly enjoyed dahlia's approach to the hanging question in the hall. [break][break]
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[attr="class","paige_lyrics"]all my life is wrapped up in today. No past or future here.[break]BUT THERE'S NO COMING HOME. THERE'S NO COMING HOME WITH A NAME LIKE MINE.
[attr="class","paige_post"]A mistake. She didn't see it in Dmitri's body language per se. More in the smirk on Basil's face and the way Dmitri opened his eyes. High Priest Dmitri. It'd all just slipped her mind. "My apologies, High Priest." She said once realizing her mistake, "I'm not quite used to using titles or honorifics yet. I'll work on it." An overstep was an overstep, though, and she doubted an apology would make up lost ground, but it was all she could do here. Over familiarity could be a damaging thing, too. It was only once, though, and he didn't seem too perturbed by it. Nonetheless, she would make sure it didn't happen again in the future.
"Silvertongue's quite a bit to handle, don't you think?" She knew better to take it personally and she knew better than to overstay a welcome. She'd wait for a lull in conversation before taking her leave. It was a comfort to know that the high priest was in still high enough spirits to laugh. She took it to mean she hadn't offended him too much which meant she was still safe within the coven.
So, High Priest Dmitri smuggled wine (she wondered if she'd ever be able to get her hands on a bottle), Basil was a jack of all trades apparently, and Sundari continued to play secret. Or maybe she really was just here for festivities.
And there was the lull after Basil offered his opinion on the matter. It felt decisive and it put an end to Amelia's end of the casual discussion. He was right, after all. She began to speak, legs restless and aching, but Basil beat her to it. They were dismissed. It was understandable and expected, but she was still a little disappointed. She would've liked to chat more, but it was only fair they not hold a monopoly at the table. She stood with a smile. "Thank you for your kindness." She bowed deep in what was probably the most respectful display she'd given all night, "And good fortunes to you all." She turned, eyed Taylan, and then decided to cut her loses and left for different adventures. She'd find out more about him later. For now, she'd wander the floor and maybe find another table to sit at.
Post by kasumi akamatsu on Aug 1, 2017 22:26:48 GMT
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Kasumi was slowly being overtaken with a mounting sense of boredom as the night drew on; she was well aware she ran on adrenaline and objective, and disliked frivolities, but if she must, then she will; she did think, however, it would be best not to overstay her welcome. At the very least, she now had put her name out there with an offer, and she’d learned some information; she figured that was enough for her night at the gala. [break] Her attention however spiked at Amelia’s lack of honorifics— if she wasn’t so controlled, she might have even laughed, before she remembered that the woman hadn’t seemed to be a long-standing resident or member of the coven, which she admitted when she apparently realized her slip-up. Interesting. [break] It seemed the High Priest excused the fumble— perhaps he wasn’t as obsessed with his rank, though Kasumi doubted that was the case; he seemed a man who felt, at the very least, that his position was well-earned, but of course she could be wrong as to why. [break] Wine smuggling, Kasumi mused, and she did let out a small, genuine laugh at the woman’s words— especially because the redhead herself rather enjoyed wine, and at this moment, she could do with a drink. [break] Momentarily, her eyes wandered to Basil once the woman spoke for him; known or unknown… useful, but Kasumi doubted she could make use of him— quite the contrary, the table was flipped against her here, and she was well aware of that, and it would be unwise to try to do anything of that nature with those close to Sir Dmitri. [break] When Basil spoke up and into the three women’s… discussion, if you will, Kasumi’s eyes quickly panned to him, sharp and alert as to what he was going to say, though they still held real curiosity— and a willingness to debate, a battle of wits which she could enjoy from time to time. She did not respond to him, simply nodded to show her respect of his words and to further relay that what he said was bringing the debate to a close. [break] She was, at this point, merely watching— observing, though she made her silence seem more natural, especially as the lull came around; this was the time, the opportunity, for her to excuse herself. As she, delicately grasping her champagne flute, went to get up and excuse herself, Basil himself addressed both her and Amelia with a very obvious dismissal; Kasumi couldn’t help but doubt his word of anything being lovely, though she did not allow herself to reveal this. [break] “Of course, Sir; it was a pleasure to meet you all,” she smiled graciously with a small dip of her head, making purposeful eye contact with everyone seated with a quick scan to strengthen her words and, having fully stood up then, she took her leave of them, as did Amelia. Kasumi couldn’t help but eye the crowd; oh what a trip the next round of their guests would be in— though many would be disappointed should they not be getting a seat for the night. [break] I believe it is time to leave, Vasilios. [break] Finally.
Post by Gryffin Bordeax on Aug 1, 2017 23:11:02 GMT
it's the bitch of living
[attr="class","humour"] Gryffin just watched with wide eyes as the other witch offered up a chair to him. (With her foot!) He would have tried to hide his shock but it would have been futile. In all his years in Silvertounge, which were many, not a single soul had done such an act. Most avoided him due to his looks, ignored him due to his lowly ranking, or simply didn’t notice him. He liked it that way though. He’d rather be unknown than ridiculed.
Regardless of what he wanted, it didn’t seem that’d be happening. He couldn’t very well refuse her, this Dahlia person, and it beat running around delivering more food. The raven haired witch took the offered seat, saying as he sat, “Merci, mademoiselle. Je m'appel-“ He caught himself mid sentence, too embarrassed to catch anyone else’s eye as he took a sudden interest in the intricately folded napkin — one he had probably helped fold. “Apologeez, messieurs an’ mesdames. English ess not moi first language.” Gryffin bleated, his downcast eyes shifting for just a moment to glimpse the other pastry courier.
He was handsome, a realization that brought a rosiness to his usual stone gray skin that was reflected in the glamour. Speaking to Dahlia but eyes on the mystery man by her side, Gryff introduced himself, “Gryffin, mademoiselle. Ze pleazure to meet you.”
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Aug 2, 2017 4:49:54 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] relief floods her system as the silvertongue male seems not to take their small collision as anything serious. she manages a small smile as she continues on her way back to zephyr. she's stopped in her tracks once again by another shadow. tilting her head up, she feels a cold sweat suddenly travel down her body as she recognises the male. she clenches the fabric of her dress before smoothing it with her gaze downcast. she blinks rapidly before composing herself with a natural smile, "i'm fine, thank you for asking." she is eager to leave his presence, never having any intention of interaction with the male since she first caught his attention. inclining her head respectfully, she takes a step back and moves to leave. [break][break]
the man whom she had bumped into excuses himself and departs, quicker than herself and suddenly the idea of fleeing seemed just a little more difficult, if she were to keep up appearances. her head turns to stare up at the smiling one again and she manages to twist her lips upwards for him. taking the opportunity to grab two lemon tarts from a passing waiter, she quickly bites into one, immediately creating a conversational atmosphere. perhaps one more talk.[break][break]
as she swallows, her eyes rove around the rest of the gala space, catching sight of the massive and concentrated crowds where the influential are swallowed by the masses. in fact, she was caught in one of those groups with someone of importance literally an arms-length away. however she would not be approaching them any time soon; it would not bode well for her. the next round would come by soon and she wonders if she should participate.[break][break]
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Post by kasumi akamatsu on Aug 2, 2017 6:30:01 GMT
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Kasumi put forth a smile toward the monkey — Spock — in return; “I’m glad he entertained you,” she murmured with a glance to Vasilios’ face. She couldn’t help but think that the pair were rather good together, and they had definitely caught her interest; people — at this point, she decided she’d group Spock in with people, considering her intelligence — she’d like to keep in contact with, if she could. [break] “Oh, how wonderful; I don’t personally gamble very much, at least not Blackjack, but I’m glad you’ve gotten something good out of the game,” Kasumi said in what could be best described as a congratulatory tone, giving a respectful nod of her to the pair. She watched Spock finally take leave of Vasilios’ back — Thank Merlin, the exasperated cheetah muttered — and studied the pair’s interactions with an amused look to her, though a curious, interested one nonetheless. [break] “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zephyr,” Kasumi replied, taking a sip of her champagne. “You as well,” she carried on, drawing her gaze over to the masked woman for a moment before returning her attention to Zephyr. “Oh, yes, likewise; you both are rather pleasant company,” she agreed plainly, though gave a small smile; she wasn’t lying, she was certainly intrigued and entertained, and Kasumi could take a guess that they were one of the more interesting guests present at the gala. [break] Kasumi let out a laugh, nodding her head in agreement with Zephyr’s next few words. “Yes, it is a rather… grand event, and a good way to make connections you need in order to support yourself in this city. I can’t say I’m any different— I’m always looking for the next job.” [break] A mechanic… could prove useful— [break] I’ve beat you to the thought, there, Vasi. [break] “I can understand how you’d feel out of place, surrounded by this sort of crowd, but someone who can supply, adapt, and think of improvements, bring possibilities to life is certainly someone to be valued, especially in this line of work— at least in my eyes,” Kasumi responded, tone a bit more firm; as though assuring Zephyr that she would reach out to him if need be. “You’re a good person to know.” [break] “I suppose I myself fit very plainly in the mercenary route; I’m flexible, and I work well with gathering information, infiltration, and the like; I’m a good fighter when it comes to it, but I like to keep the tides in my favor to complete the job. If you need anything done— at least of that sort— I am free to call upon. That goes for both of you,” she finished with a flick of her gaze toward the other woman. “All I need is your word.”
459 words ● mostly Zephyr Hart, occasionally mentions saoirse ó floinn ● I'M SORRY THIS TOOK 30 YEARS TO GET OUT RIP
she wants to flaunt it, she got that look in her eye
Dahlia merely winked and wiggled her fingers at her "uncle," watching as they dismissed the other two girls.
"Dear Uncle, I'll grow up eventually, it just takes time for a lovely lady like me to realize her true potential."
She pouted, was slightly disappointed most of her entertainment for the night was taking their leave, but she supposed she couldn't keep them forever.
She supposed.
But then there was the boy next to her, and her sharp gaze then turned on him, all saccharine sweetness. Her gaze dragged over him once more, sizing him up perhaps or just admiring something she liked. His glamour was poor but he did have some potential.
Or could anyway.
But she noticed the way he looked at Taylan and set down her champagne flute, stretching her arms back and hooking her fingers in Taylan's belt loops playfully. She grinned up at Tay then turned her attention back to Gryffin.
"Gryffin? Very cute, very cute. Do not worry dear thing, common isn't my first language either."
Honestly, she preferred the language of her people over this drivel that could be confusing at times.
"Tell me about yourself dear Gryffin, why are you here?"
She tilted her head, awaiting a response. She tried to put a face to the name, swimming through her vast internal library of knowledge. Perhaps it was the champagne, which would be silly considering her tolerance to alcohol, but it was hazy in her mind.
"tay, grab a chair and sit with me. whether it's busy or not is no concern. you finally arrived, fashionably late as usual."
he hears her request, most certainly, but delays it, watching as the table rotations change, silent through the conversation that waxes and wanes, and when dahlia invites the waiter to take a seat. for a moment longer, he remains standing, belatedly extending a barely audible greeting of "sir" and "ma'am" to high priest dmitri and his companions. then his attention turns back to the boy, gaze severe by virtue of an unfortunately cold disposition and a strong jaw.
there's a tug at his waist, and finally, he yields, spins an unoccupied chair towards himself and takes a seat next to dahlia. there's a casual grace to his motion, a carelessness and lack of formality that comes with familiarity of the situation; he sits with one leg folded under the other, attention tugged towards the stranger by dahlia's question.
( glamour. who's this kid? )
for this, taylan can't quite be bothered to summon enough emergy to be properly suspicious. unimportant for now, he tells iris silently, but he is unwavering in his scrutiny.
tl;dr quietly greets dmitri and co, eventually sits down at dahlia joshi 's request, eyes Gryffin Bordeax and wonders who he is.
[attr="class","gearcore"] Spock claps excitedly as Taylan seems to produce a flower out of nowhere before plucking it from his hand. It's a bit large for her, however, so she cuts down the stem with one of her knives, produced just as easily as the human had produced a flower, and stuck it in her vest pocket like an oversized boutonnière. Satisfied with this bright new accessory, she waves to the gracious human as he leaves.
Meanwhile, Zephyr and Kasumi continue to detail their occupational skills to the other. "I'll be sure t' do so," Zeph agrees with a nod when the mercenary invites the both of them to call upon her for her services, "And likewise hope you'll contact me if ya need. I'm not 'round the Keep too often, but if ya ask 'round the southern train station ya can usually find out where I'm at. I hope we'll get th' opportunity t' work together." He grins.
After Máire excuses herself and doesn't return for some time, Zeph begins to think she might have had no intent on returning. However, Spock spots her bump into the man who gave her a flower, next to the man she'd been worriedly stealing glances with before she left.
"Check on her?" Zephyr mentally suggests to Spock, though me makes no assumptions of whether she's a victim or conspirator in this situation. It should be interesting enough either way. Thankfully, the monkey agrees, and dashes over in leaps and bounds, using a table to boost herself up to the pinkette's shoulder with ease, almost as if they themselves were a witch/familiar pair. She offers a toothy grin and short wave to Xuan.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Aug 2, 2017 13:18:46 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
his leader's lazy, casually arrogant smile wavers, and kasimir knows to sharpen his eyes and pay attention. "i think we both know that the answer to that question is neither, kasimir," the high priest says, and it is not teasing, not angry, but almost... tired, weary, as if he had not the desire anymore to play word games or to discuss these potentially heavy topics. it is not the response he expects, and he pauses, eyes lingering on dmitri wisbane.
a moment passes, fleeting and quiet-footed and ephemeral like the transient kiss of twilight, before kasimir inclines his head in tacit agreement, a glimmer of respect flashing through his eyes.
they are interrupted by riley, her eyes sharp and glittering and dangerous like daggers, but her laugh and voice inflecting away from the unspoken edge of threat. "oh well now you have my interest. are you going to sit down? or should we take this somewhere else?" she smiles, and it is playful, teasing - but kasimir knows not to think himself safe.
and he is still exhausted, sigils carved into his bones that weight him down and bind his throat and the last thing he wants to do right now is to talk further. he is not one of a silver tongue, not one for pretty poisonous words and insidious insinuations that manipulate and twist and burrow under one's skin till all there is left is a warped caricature of oneself; kasimir has no desire to sit among riley and aebersold and dmitri wisbane - nor his fellow coven members - much less desire to further engage in the game that is small talk.
he has sold himself enough, he thinks - it is not as if he truly wants for jobs.
"thank you for the offer, but i believe i should leave before i outstay my welcome." his tone is dry, a spark in his eyes that reveals kasimir is very much aware of the irony of his statement; he sketches a shallow bow towards the three witches, then finally, finally turns to leave.
[attr="class","paige_lyrics"]all my life is wrapped up in today. No past or future here.[break]BUT THERE'S NO COMING HOME. THERE'S NO COMING HOME WITH A NAME LIKE MINE.
[attr="class","paige_post"]She wasn't good at this dance. She couldn't follow the tune of the high class folk dominating the party. She had money, sure, but she fought for it with bloodied hands and swords. Several covenmates she knew came from a similar background, but the potential employers filling the room? They gained their money by having people like her kill or ruin their opposition. She didn't fit with that sort of crowd and she could hardly pretend she did. She knew there were others like her in the coven, those who punched first and asked questions later, but where were they? Did they not come because they knew this party wouldn't be for people like them?
Her eyes drifted back the balcony, an uneasy feeling in her gut now that her turn was up and she had to play high class in a different setting. What did people even talk about on the floor during these parties? Gossip? The quality of the snacks or alcohol? She didn't get it and so most conversation with her was small talk. Introductions, contact information, her skill set, etc. It was boring. She told herself it was worth it. This would get her name out there and business flowing, hopefully. And ideally it would be more than simple delivery jobs or errands. Her magic might be lacking, but she could certainly play security for once. That would be a nice change of pace.
A swath of bright red hair stood out amongst the sea of dark muted colours and her attention snapped to it like a magnet. Her interest only grew as she recognized the man once she saw his face. What was he doing down here? She strode over, long legs carrying her quickly over the distance and jumped right into conversation, curiosity temporarily easing her nerves. "Kasimir, right? I'm Amelia." With introductions quickly done, she moved to the question aching in her mind: "After a display like that, you're not going to sit with them? What was the point then?" She took a sip of her fresh drink. Wine, for a little bit of variety and a little less alcohol. Her eyes never left Kasimir, though, intent on getting an answer for no reason other than to satisfy her curiosity. Why go through all the effort to make an impression only to leave?
Post by kasumi akamatsu on Aug 3, 2017 0:01:51 GMT
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“I look forward to working with you then,” Kasumi replied with a gracious smile and small raise of her champagne flute. Zephyr was interesting to say the least, and she was keen to see how they work together in the future— his skills, in her eyes, were invaluable; mercenaries were everywhere, but mechanics? They were hard to find, especially with those who actively practiced magic. Not to mention Kasumi had a soft spot— if one could even call it that— for weapons and inventions; she highly respected ingenuity, and it seemed Zephyr fit into that for her, perhaps not weapons, but fit there nonetheless. [break] “I’m sure I’ll be in touch— I can even guarantee that you’ll be the first to call if I need you,” she said, a promise, and Kasumi was not one to lie when making a deal of this nature. “Southern train station? I’ll be sure to keep that in mind; I have a good enough memory not to forget,” she chuckled a bit with that, diverting her gaze for a moment as she did before refocusing. [break] “I hope so as well. I… admit am rather hard to chase down, I’m all over the place at all times, really. Keeping an eye out for jobs, I suppose one could say,” she murmured, wondering exactly how she could set it up that she could do something for him in return; while she liked putting people on her own strings, she also saw value in building strong working connections between people, and she was very interested in doing so with Zephyr. [break] “However,” she continued, taking a sip of her drink to wet her mouth a bit before going on. “I frequent Downtown and Mirrorlight the most, though Mirrorlight is more out of the way, so it’s much easier to find me in the former location. Simply ask for Kasumi— nothing more, nothing less— and you should be pointed in the right direction.”
323 words ● Zephyr Hart ● I'M SORRY IT'S SHORT BUT I'M TOO EXCITED RIP ME
e pursed his lips slightly as he watched Taylan's departure. The table he was heading to was where Silvertongue leader was sitting, back to where his pink-haired lady was. So very dutiful and Xuan begins to see a resemblance between him and a certain reckless red-head standing around there as well.
Xuan shook his head and sighs a little in pity, sadly the night for Kasimir wasn't going to be as 'fun' and 'relaxing' as he had intended. His turned his attention towards the mysterious lady nibbling at lemon tarts. He also takes one from a passing waiter and bites in. It was good but not the best. "Are these to your taste miss?" He questioned, tilting to his head questioningly at her. What's wrong with advertising a little on his small shop? Just as he was about to do so there was a sudden flash of movement towards them.
The monkey familiar from before appeared on the masked lady's shoulder, giving him a smile and a wave. "Your familiar? She's quite lively isn't she?" He smiled back and a little to his surprise, a warning growl came from Xue Mei as she materialised beside him. The arctic fox glared at the monkey threateningly before moving back and flanking Xuan.
"Sorry little one, my princess is a little possessive." He gently stroked her head telling her to remain calm. She's too sudden. Xue Mei growled inside his head but he knows she's calming down. I know but I doubt someone want to do something big so openly. Xuan reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out two peach candies, feeding one to Xue Mei before offering the other to the monkey.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Aug 3, 2017 4:05:51 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
his eyes automatically, instinctively, seek out xuan jin first, scanning the crowd for that too-familiar flash of sable hair - determine and always keep track of the greatest threat in the room, after all. the alchemist appears to be otherwise occupied, standing near the pink-haired woman in the black mask and conversing - for a measure of conversing anyway - with her. as there is no implicit order for kasimir to return to his side, he will savour this fleeting moment of relative freedom while it lasts.
but first. he is not without orders entirely. wandering over to the blackjack table, kasimir looks at the cards for a long, heavy moment, then slowly flips over two cards. luck again, no cheating - for as much as practicality dictates much of his actions these days, he feels the occasional morbid curiosity regarding his 'luck' that he cannot help but test.
a voice interrupts his thoughts, distantly familiar in the sense of one recently introduced. he turns to face the woman - fire haired, tanned, built along proud, strong lines, penrose if he recalls correctly - and watches her with a neutral expression as she speaks. "kasimir, right? i'm amelia." informal, casual - it seems penrose is not one for words games either, and for that kasimir is glad. less so at the assumed familiarity though. "after a display like that, you're not going to sit with them? what was the point then?" her eyes are green and intent; kasimir meets them, and holds.
"penrose," he greets detachedly, fulfilling that particular social expectation. a grimace threatens to break through the stoic mask he has firmly upon his features - kasimir has no desire to explain, even partially, the circumstances that bind and dictate his actions - much less to a stranger. a small shrug, a slightly wary touch at the edge of his expression. "i had no desire to sit with them," he says blandly. a humourless half-smile, green eyes sharp like the edge of broken glass shards. "is it curiosity that brings you here?" kasimir asks in an idle tone at odds with his expression, his implied meaning.
notes: risking money. sorry amelia, kasi isn't a talkative guy ;;;; tl;dr kasi gambles, is approached by amelia, tells her nothing, implies she's being nosy xKo5uEQt1-131-13
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Aug 3, 2017 8:06:39 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] saoirse doesn't expect the sudden weight upon her shoulder and she almost chokes on the mouthful of tart as the monkey appears in a blur. her eyes wide and surprised, she turns her head to regard Spock, mind reeling and befuddled. out of the corner of her eye, she sees zephyr in the distance, wondering if he had seen the dilemma she is in and sent Spock as assistance. blinking, she recovers from her stupor and takes on a fond smile, the sentiment not unsubstantial. Lifting a finger, she gives a gentle stroke upon the monkey's cheek, murmuring, "hello, darling." [break][break]
"Saoirse! Get that thing off you! Now!" the sudden wave of rage floods her system and she tenses briefly at Marchosias' ire. her palms becoming clammy, she forcibly pushes his presence down again, unwilling to allow him to even show an inkling of his existence. pleading with him to back down, he barely retreats but not before hissing at her. she would have to make it up to him later. [break][break]
feeling far more confident with, albeit not her own, a familiar with her, she gives the taller male a far more welcoming smile. looking at the lemon tart in her hand, she says, "they're not bad...they're the only things going around really." gesturing to the monkey, she continues on, smoothly as she recalls everything zephyr had said earlier, "this lovely one is Sprocket. Or Spock." a growl from the male's familiar startles her slightly and her gaze falls onto the arctic fox, smile diminishing just slightly. [break][break]
he apologises for his familiar's behaviour and saoirse takes the moment to further calm herself down. 'it's fine, you're just talking.' her eyes linger around his face for a second before she glances off to the side where the previous red-headed male had finished his conversation. she spares him a few seconds before turning her attention back to her present companion. "are you enjoying your evening, mr...?" she trails off, having never asked for his name. inclining her head out of politeness, she said softly, "my name is Máire." [break][break]
