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.
[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"]Sundial still felt weird. Wrong. Foreign in a way that the port towns they would dock out never were. Was it because this particular port town was on the other side of an ocean she'd never crossed until she had to? Or was it the amount of time she'd spent here that made it so foreign? Perhaps the growing familiarity was the unfamiliarity itself. She wasn't sure, but it was a feeling she would have to work through because she had no where else to go now. Some coven members were helping her get her feet on the ground, including what interesting places were scattered around Sundial. This was one of them.
A tea shop that also dealt in herbs, potions, and more. Apparently it was run by another Silvertongue member, but she was more interested in the product dealt than the man running it all. Apparently, it was fairly popular and the bustling interior seemed to prove it. Despite the number of customers, it maintained a calm and comfortable atmosphere. It seemed nice and so far worthy of the praise she'd heard for it. That being said, she wasn't sure if she'd like this place. Alcohol had been her drink of choice for years and so she'd had little experience with tea thus far.
Anxiety crawled in her chest. She was used to dockside bars and certainly nothing as nice as, well, most things in Sundial. She felt out of place and while she knew no one probably recognized her, the thought still clawed at her. She entered casually and with confidence despite the anxiety brewing underneath. Careful practiced steps, a dance she'd learned long ago. She played the game effortless, absently, not a thought given to it. It'd all become instinct. Feel, but never lose the confidence in your step, the slight upward tilt of your chin. You are a force to be reckoned with and don't let anyone think otherwise.
The menu was cute, light colours and a simplistic design, and she was happy there was one at all. It broke down the products available for table service like the small pastries and the variety of teas themselves. Presumably, potions and other take home goodies could be bought at the counter. She was thankful for the little blurb that explained what each tea was supposed to help with. Stress, sleep, digestive issues, etc. Still, she couldn't quite decide, so she looked around for a host, hoping to get some advice. Surely they would at least have some sort of recommendation. Bright red hair came to her assistance and she jumped straight to the point with only a flash of a smile: "What would you recommend? I'm not familiar with tea, so what do most people buy?"
The doorbell rings above the quiet murmur of guests. Xuan looks up from behind the counter and spots a new face wandering in. Just as he was about to greet her, another customer walks up to the counter and points at the row of berry cakes along with some requests on their beverage.
With no option but to cater to their needs, Xuan glances over at Kasimir. The stoic man was standing over at a table, trying to converse with another customer who seemed to lean uncomfortably close to Kasimir. Xuan would have laughed if not for the presence of others in the store, a thousand ants biting the man and he wouldn't have flinched but a flirtatious gesture and the man would sprout the most interesting expressions.
If it was on other circumstances, Xuan would have enjoyed the scene. Knowing how much the man hated unneeded attention , he wouldn't hesitate to push him to the tips and watch him keep up with the demands coming from every corner of the shop, but this was one of the rare cases where sadly, Xuan would have to help him get out of his awkward situation.
"Kasi, dear," Xuan's voice rises above the quiet chatter and he knows Kasimir is listening. "There's a new customer there, could you lend a hand? And smile a little more, please?" Xuan own smile widens to emphasise his point while gesturing at the table with the girl staring hard at her menu.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Aug 25, 2017 14:42:19 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
his body aches. stiff, bruises running down his spine like poisonous purple flowers in full bloom, pain like ice cold sigils wrapped around his bones in layers of cruel shimmering chains; he blinks, and the world refocuses. exhaustion, too - sleep has been slow in coming with the lightning spasming through his veins and fragmented nightmares assailing his mind whenever he does slip onto the banks of lethe. it
hurts
like it has not for quite some time, and kirjava shivers in the back of his mind with a deep well of renewed fear and fury and sickened violation. dark hair flashes in the corner of his vision, and he once again fights down the simultaneous urge to flinch back and to fling a fireball at xuan jin's face. too soon, too much - but of course his blackmailer must know to add to his torment by ordering kasimir to serve at his shop knowing full well of the yet-to-be-fully-healed injuries inflicted by he himself. sadistic and covertly cruel - how very quintessential of the alchemist.
but - and kasimir can barely believe his own thoughts on the matter were it not for the reality of the situation - he would almost prefer to bear the physical pain of punishment under xuan jin's anger over the buxom brunette currently attempting her very best to merge herself to his side. the woman must be some percentage octopus, he is sure - and why she has chosen to cling to him with glitteringly coy smiles and too-long lashes is beyond his understanding. he tries, desperately, futilely, yet again to subtly push her back, eyes darting around the room for any excuse to escape.
salvation comes in the form of a voice, an order - xuan jin's, the beautiful bitter irony. kasimir mumbles a quick apology to his... enthusiastic customer and extracts himself from her presence with as much speed as he can muster ( truly, he must have set some sort of record ), making his way over to the new customer indicated to him. hair like fire and eyes like jade - the memory flashes in his mind; name, rank, gala - amelia penrose, if he recalls correctly, a new fledgling from their shared coven.
they had not the most... pleasant interaction at the gala the previous night, kasimir recalls - he hopes with little conviction and a quiet resignation that the woman will not take that annoyance out on him today, unlikely as that hope is. "good morning," kasimir greets quietly, reflexively bracing himself for the hostility that is to come. "the jasmine tea is consistently quite popular - it is a subtly sweet and very aromatic; chrysanthemum tea is another popular choice. the longjing tea is more expensive, but our quality is excellent. if you prefer a darker flavour, we also have a large selection of pu're teas to choose from."
