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.
taylan isn't one to be picky about the jobs he's assigned, but this -- this is an odd one. he takes it more out of curiosity than anything else, though also partly because if he has to do one more delivery run, he may as well quit being a florist and start running a door-to-door delivery service. a more positive person would see the benefits of going out and having fresh air, as iris reminds taylan, but truly, who really cares about that? the most optimistic view that he can hold is the fact that he's essentially being paid to run errands, which really isn't so bad, and flawed only in its humdrum nature.
right now, however, strolling in through the front gates of a high school, he can't help but feel mildly out of place, even though parents mill about the grounds; he spies one particularly irate mother drag her son by the arm, talking quickly and under her breath, likely berating him for poor grades or whatsoever. if this is what those kids go through for upholding standards that are sub-perfect, he really can't blame damian for not wanting his parents to find out.
he locates their temporarily adopted child -- a dark-haired teen he can only assume to be damian, hovering anxiously by the side of the entrance. "hey, kid," comes the greeting towards damian as he approaches, head dipping in a nod to both him and the other man who approaches. he stretches out a hand in an offer for a handshake, and there is the faintest curl of his lips; it can hardly be called a smile, but it is his best attempt for now. "basile, i presume?"
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Basile was unable to recall the last moment he stepped foot in a high school or even near one for that matter, he wasn’t quite sure why he accepted the request in the first place yet here he was walking towards the gates that lead straight into the school; the area where he was supposed to meet his client and his partner for the night. He grimaced when he noticed how convenient the word ‘partner’ could actually be applied to the odd scenario in the first place and soon, he allows a small sigh to slip past his lips.
His eyes are careful to scan the crowd when he stepped through the gated entrance, noting the various parents amongst the sea of children for conferences he was sure no one wanted to participate in the first place. Soon. his attention settles on an odd pair and hesitates for a moment before he musters the courage to approach the two, “I take it that you’re Damian and you must be Taylan?” The question falls from his lips, his brow furrowing slightly when he was reminded of the mission in the first place; he didn’t necessarily opposed the idea of it, but he did find it strange that Damian managed to send out the request in the first place behind his own parents’ back.
“Oh, yes, pleasure to meet you.” He offers a timid smile towards his partner, nearly blinking in surprise when the man offers handshake to him though he was sure to return it. Basile wasn’t quite used to people showing the same formality he typically had, however, he oddly worked with people a bit younger than himself.
“Before we get started, is there anything we should know?” His head turns towards the dark haired teen, pale colored eyes watching him for a just moment. If he was going to act the part of a lax parent, he wanted the initial shock to be through with before having to deal with his teacher.
the longer he lingers in the school grounds, the more out of place he feels. it is familiar in the way one finds an old story to be familiar; trying to recall his own experience, he can’t help but to think it a distant nightmare, his days neatly divided into classes and private tutoring and shadowing his parents around work -- he resists the urge to turn on his heel and leave.
“a pleasure,” he echoes politely, before his attention turns to the teen. there is a begrudging sort of respect that he offers the boy for the feat of getting out such a request behind his parents’ back; it is not simple, surely, and all that effort has to be to hide something, right? perhaps it is more than just bad results or simple mischief. his gaze sharpens, then, dark eyes steady as he waits for an answer.
“it’s nothing, really,” damian begins, wringing his hands together. “my parents are just, like, really strict you know? it’s just that i, uh, went out to a big party with some friends and ended up flunking some exams. it’s not that bad though, i mean, i’m still progressing with a provisional offer so they’re not kicking me out or anything! i swear, the teacher will make it sound much worse, though.”
taylan blinks. frowns. on the list of serious offences, this doesn’t seem to be particularly high up there. was the kid lying? who knew. did he care? not particularly.
‘you fit into the role perfectly,’ iris comments, silent and amused.
“it doesn’t sound too bad,” he says slowly, begrudgingly accepting, even if he doesn’t sound entirely convinced. he spares a glance towards his companion. "what do you think?"
