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.
Arriving early to the show is one thing, but arriving an hour early to stare at the archetecture of the starshow and the old paintings which line its hallways is a different one. If she's being honest, this is Isadora's first time inside these halls. Or at least, the first time she remembers well. Even now she can see flashes of a younger self pracning through the halls. She wonders briefly how much time must have past since then.
The hallways are wide and beautiful, with archways covered in little samples of priceless runes and inscriptions. For someone that likes to stop and smell the roses, this place is like an assault on all her senses and it's amazing. She almost feels happy being here, but the expression hardly shows on her face (what does, anyway)
Instead, she stares at the wall, looking pensive and aloof as usual. Her hands are tucked behind her back, holding on to a ticket for a show that's almost about to begin. She looks lost in her own world, but in actuality, she's lost in the real world. But lost, you see, all the same.
Someone should probably remind her to find her seat soon.
I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
tag: @thea
notes: \o/
words: xxx
give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio
Thea tried really hard to be a good witch; she really did! At least, that was her intention! It probably never came off that way to others. It probably looked like she was always spacing out or something. Her head was never truly focused, and yet she so desperately wanted to be better. After an afternoon of "studying" she thought it best to reward herself and go see a show~ The Starshow was always so pretty to visit and she knew that the finer dramas were in Eclair's (her familiar) tastes. She clutched the ticket tight as she bounced through the hallways to take a gander at the paintings and such.
The lights dimmed for a moment, indicating that the show was about to start. She saw people begin to pile into the theater, and yet one girl caught her attention. She just stood there, even after the announcement to get to their seats. Thea smiled a pleasant smile as she approached the girl and with a cheery tone she suggested, "You should probably get to your seat now! They just announced it! Or do you not know where your seat is?"
Of all the many advantages of looking younger than you were, the one con that outweighed all the pros was being approached by too-young strangers trying to seem friendly to what they thought was a high school student. Isadora turned around slowly to face the woman, her own expressions rather dull and distant in comparison to the warmth the other brunette radiated. The sheer difference in their demeanors created a sort of rift in the atmosphere.
Well, she hadn't heard the announcement. But the girl did not need to be given that satisfaction. "I can read a ticket, thank you." It was polite, and Isadora said it quietly with her eyes soft and words wispy, but the was a sort of rolling sarcasm in the tone that sounded the furthest thing from friendly.
She wondered if the girl was a member of the staff trained to be as annoying as possible in as few words as possible, before walking away and into the theater as the lights dimmed. If she wasn't interrupted, she'd fumble a bit in the dark and find her seat, large purple eyes scanning the rows and rows of people behind her. The third row, one of the best seats in the house. And she'd been able to afford it.
She let a smile creep across her sour face-- stretching her arms out with her eyes closed and head held back. Satisfaction.
And then she heard a noise from the seat next to her and plopped one eye open.
Oh.
So the girl wasn't an employee after all.
I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
tag: @thea
notes: eue
words: xxx
give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio
