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.
Post by claire fermont on Jan 9, 2018 16:41:56 GMT
Claire does not make their introduction. Vani does.
"Follow me," the novice says to Charani Petrov beforehand. "I'll block entry, so suit up." She well knows his abilities, and it's best not to attract him too much attention.
Vani barges straight in, with such force the doors swing open and hit the walls, sound reverberating inside the bar. It's a little way past nine in the evening, and the bar is packed. Cheers, yowls, and laughter can be heard even a quarter of kilometer from the place. Such noise is muted. The goers freeze in shock, statues amidst the artificial multicolored lights. Vani snarls, overpowering the sound of low drums in the background.
When they recover, some of the burlier men stalks at Vani. That's when Claire steps in. She stands beside the boar. When she is sure Charani has followed suit, she chants a simple evocation. The doorway glows gold, then red, blinking slowly. Spatial Scrollbook #3.
Claire's gaze is freezing, her aura dangerous, her frame relaxed, but strong. She is wearing her full armor, with the Knight's Crest displayed on her left chest.
The Crest gleams. It has long lost its magical property, but it is still enough to make the men stop short of their tracks.
A second passed. Then two. "We're here for a person named Fane," Claire's voice thunders across the room. "You very well see our badges. It's for both of our interests if you spill whatever you know about her. Or better yet," Claire pauses, giving the tense crowd a steely gaze.
"You give us Fane, and we'll leave you and this building in peace."
Their mandate is clear. Bring Fane alive, specifically, to the Knight's Hall. She is accused of multiple grievances, and must be apprehended at any cost. Claire is more than willing to oblige. For whatever happens, whatever reason, the sea monster would not triumph over Sundial.
Faded and worn at the seams A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing Their words bared their teeth into the wall I promised I would rid the world of
"Yes Miss Claire," he hums as he sheaths himself in the full blown Helios Knight attire. It is surprisingly flexible and not as difficult to move in as one would think given how it looks. His crest shines on his person as he follows his superior's orders. He stands at the ready with his canine familiar in tow as her boar familiar barges into the establishment with surprising force. It shouldn't be surprising considering this person is considered very suspect and possibly very dangerous.
It was early in the morning... maybe eight or nine when this happens. The bar was surprisingly full given the time of day. Vagabonds perhaps or other unsavories who spent their nights doing... things. Things he didn't want to think about. Things that gave him nightmares. No. Nightmares are always much worse than anything these people have probably done. Nobody in here has ripped someone to shreds in front of the person they love. Nobody in here has watched as someone slowly drowns into the earth below. No matter what they think very few are that cruel.
Soon Claire steps into the establishment to be near her familiar. Charani is only two beats behind her with his own canine just behind him. The dog seemed to be on high alert at all times. He wasn't happy about his witch being in a situation this dangerous. He never was. This was the life of a Helios Knight though. Claire made her speech, her badge gleaming on her chest as did his own. Maybe these people would help them... Claire could be scary enough to nudge them into doing the right thing. He didn't always like this tactic but... he couldn't say it didn't tend to work.
He had to help her pick out something... anything to find this woman. What could he do? If she was manipulating her appearance he could try to sense for mana manipulation in the area to narrow down their target range. He could try to use his divination abilities to try to guide them along the right path... but there could be many paths in such a situation and he still had a hard time differentiating the good from the bad. Aura reading could work... look for something trying to hide something. Nervousness... or maybe malicious intent. That could work.
"Your cooperation would be much appreciated," he said in a nice, calm voice. It was almost sweet like a small child saying everything would be all right. Everything would not be all right. He was certain of it. He felt his mana pool into his eyes, a faint shift in his eye color would be noticeable as he was using his magic, Divination: Aura Reading. He had to look for someone who seemed off... his eyes wandered from person to person as the room grew quiet; the general shapes of each persons aura taking life and vibrant color. Who could it be?
The door to Bell's Bar swings open. When it does, Fane is inside her little room. The room where she had invited the leader of Jester's Den a few months ago, the room where she had raised Zephyr Hart. The room is mostly empty. But that's okay because it belongs entirely to her. This room, the attic of a much loved local bar, is probably the safest place in all of Sundial. Because it simply doesn't exist. [break][break] Non-existence is a complicated thing, but with the correct spells, it can be accomplished. [break][break] The wooden walls stare at her. If she blinked, they could turn to metal, to glass, to the stone walls of a cavern. The room is entirely hers. [break][break] She closes her eyes. The room disappears. [break][break] "We're here for a person named Fane,"[break][break]
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"You give us Fane, and we'll leave you and this building in peace."[break][break]
She smiles. Her eyes are positively murderous when they flicker open- the skin around them wrinkle in a mockery of delight. The room is back in all its dull, unfurnished glory.
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welcome to the site's first ever member-instigated event. you are looking at the consequence of hydra, phase one. for those that do not know, a month or so ago a gang calling themselves leviathan took the underworld by storm. unable to snuff out the rumors as they started, the real remnants of leviathan collected information as their first priority. the helios knights, however, caught wind of their "revival" and have decided to close in on their associated person of interest - fane. [break][break] right now, there are no rules as to what actions your characters can take icly. [break][break] oocly, however, the following distinctions have been made. Charani Petrov and claire fermont are the instigators, all other characters are the participants. after each mod posts, participants will have 48hrs to respond to whatever events have transpired. any posts made after 48hrs since the mod post have elapsed will not be taken into consideration by the instigators or by the moderator posts. after 48hrs, the instigators are required to post. when all instigators have finished posting, a new mod post will be given and the thread will continue. [break][break] no current limits have been placed on the number of participants or number of posts per round. this new event format is experimental and subject to change. [break][break] please direct queries to staff. [break][break] you are now free to post.
Post by julius kingston on Jan 12, 2018 2:43:28 GMT
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cassidy wolfe was late and Julius was alone-- admittedly, he was eyeing all the other cute girls in the bar. Of course, none of them would really interest him like Cass but it wasn't a crime to talk to other people. And then he sort of remembered exactly who his girlfriend was and a shiver ran up his spine. [break][break] The bar is then silenced-- everyone stops in their tracks as a woman dressed in full helios knights regalia steps into the bar, followed by what can only be described as a squire. Julius finds the corners of his lips twitch upwards. His eyes, however, are hollow. Fane. He does not know anything about the woman, but something inside him ignited against the audacity of these two intruders for speaking her name aloud. [break][break] He recognizes them, but the recognition is shoved away. They are strangers.[break][break] "Perhaps," he calls over the frazzled silence to the younger boy-- "It'd be easier given, too, if you'd put your wild mutt away."[break][break]
Murmurs of agreement shifted through the crowd- it was easy to get a crowd of rowdy drunk idiots to agree with anything you had to say, as long as you said it with enough confidence and in the spirit of good old rebellion. This is going to escalate, Hermione warned him.[break][break] Kind of the point, he responded dryly.[break][break]
He caught sight of the boy's eyes shifting color and a twinge of curiosity bit the back of his mind. What kind of spell was that? He reckoned, however, that it wouldn't be a good idea to bring up his interface quite yet. For now, his weapon of choice would be words and feigned idiocy. [break][break] His win conditions were clear: provoke the enemy into action, or provoke the bar against the enemy.
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Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jan 12, 2018 6:06:13 GMT
maddox is situated at the corner of the bar while zephyr pesters sailors about ship parts, a drink in hand that is light enough to ( slightly ) lessen the sin. in his defence, he is completely sober. he’s not a complete idiot -- he has plans for the rest of the night that require some semblance of coherence. just not right now. he lets the buzz of chatter of the bar and warm company wash over him, eyes bright as he listens to one sailor’s humorous recount of a journey.
there are few things that will silence bell’s bar, but knights in their full regalia will do just that. the room drops silent; his eyes go flat, something pale and grey like the lightning and the thunder and everything in between. cautious and curious at first, but it only takes a word, a name, and his throat tightens with quicksilver rage. somewhere in the back of his mind, his familiar roars a challenge, rattles the bars, demands to be let out. it becomes simple, then, because the knights want fane, and he is not willing to let that happen.
he knows them, faintly acquainted, an enchantress and purifier from the time they went venturing into the forest in search of a red light. the distinction is yet clear, though: they are not part of the coven; they are the exact opposite, and thus, with that in mind, it suddenly becomes a lot easier to not care about their wellbeing.
someone speaks up, their voice clear above a deafening silence -- julius. his gaze sweeps around the room, locating as many familiar faces as possible, as discreetly as he can. he finds zephyr easily enough, a wordless question in his gaze. and then, fingers clutching the glass tighter than necessarily and his eyes settling on who seems to be the leader of this little intrusion, he waits.
Post by iolani kótsyfas on Jan 12, 2018 14:47:49 GMT
it's just past nine at night - the perfect time to start off a good bender of drinking and partying and chatting up some pretty girls ( hopefully with some physical results ). iolani's well and truly prepared for her plans for tonight: she's got a wallet flush with cash ready for a fuckton of drinks, she's got her makeup done smokey and on point if she does say so herself ( huginn scoffs something about arrogance and downfall; she ignores nem with the ease of one who couldn't care less ), she's wearing a shimmery black dress with sky high heels ( that she could probably use to stab someone to death with ), and she looks fucking hot as fuck.
so what if the one good bar in sundial also happens to be full of people from her new-joined coven? it's not like she cares what they think, and they can go fuck themselves if they think they can stand between her and a good time. she's at the counter nursing a blue-white cocktail and exchanging flirtatious winks with a pretty girl across the bar and fully preparing to make her way over, when two knights barge into the bar, shiny crests on their chests and orders on their lips.
oh? iolani pauses, eyebrows quirking up. how interesting.
even more interesting when she recognises one of the knights - it's the nervous one with the problems taking control - charani, she remembers his name is. she catches the moment his eyes flicker into a different colour, and her smirk widens. yes, how very interesting.
but even more fascinating is her fellow coven members' reactions to the knights' intrusion, to the person they are seeking. fane ( who she's pretty sure is the pink haired witch she's seen bar tending here a couple of times ) - and immediately every leviathan member seems to bristle with 'oh hell no'. whether their reaction is merely because it's the knights and they're practically obligated to frustrate whatever order the order gives them, or whether it's because of this fane - iolani doesn't know.
but she sure as hell wants to find out.
leaning back into her seat, iolani takes a casual sip of her cocktail, crimson lipstick leaving a mark on her glass. her eyes never leave the scene ( the girl she'd been flirting with completely forgotten, poor thing ) - and she waits for the show to begin.
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Jan 12, 2018 15:49:07 GMT
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Things have finally been organised for the upcoming trip; her rucksack and suitcase are all packed and sorted and she's left somewhat of a message to the important people in her life, telling them her eventual whereabouts. Now all that she really needs to do is get a good night's sleep for the departure the next day. That is, if she is tired enough to sleep at all. After simmering in her room for hours, she decides that she has to do something, something to keep her occupied for the rest of the night.
[break][break]It's with such a thought that she decides to head to the local haunt and perhaps down a few pints, chat with strangers and overall enjoy her last evening in Sundial.
[break][break]When she pushes open the door to the bar, there's a sort of boisterous atmosphere that brings a smile to her lips. There's a drone of chatter and laughter in the air alongside frequent clinks of glass as people bring their gallons together. The stench of alcohol and body odour is probably the only less noteworthy thing that has her nose wrinkling in distaste.
[break][break]Approaching the bartender, she asks for lager of which he happily supplies. Armed with a large jug of beer, she ambles away into a private corner, sitting upon a surprisingly empty couch. Sipping sporadically, she sighs happily, cradling the mug in her hands. Ah, yes this is perfect.
[break][break]Things start to take a turn for the strange about halfway through her second (or perhaps it's her third) drink, when two Knights (she should be more alarmed, but that feeling hasn't quite hit yet) walk into the bar, asking for the impossible. With the bubbly nature of beer and the sheer amount that she has gone through, there's a faint buzzing in her head. Folding her legs up and huddling into her comfy corner, she balances her jug on her knees while staring at the intruders with speculative eyes. ooc: her aura (while extremely minimal) is cautious (and curious tbh), perhaps fluctuating a little bit bc she's half on her way to tipsiness. [break]tag:claire fermontCharani Petrovmaddox rothscus ✨julius kingstoniolani kótsyfasSOLSTICE
[attr="class","gearcore"] "You're finally turning 'er in? I was startin' to think I'd never see the day, mate; she had a damn good run," Zeph says to a sailor (and alleged pirate) who frequented Bell's Bar whenever he was in town. Zeph knew most of the regulars and the ships they traveled in. He had made a habit of chatting up anyone with a vessel in growing disrepair, making deals to help dismantle their ship in exchange for a cut of the parts or the funds earned from selling what was still viable. The bar's denizens had known him for years, and he was in their good favor (for the most part).
He was comfortable here. This was his home.
But then outsiders came, dressed in red and gold and symbols of authority. Those worlds weren't supposed to collide again. Not yet. Not here. Zeph stares at Claire (he'd probably call her a friend, depending on who asked) with concern clear on his features and his aura over a great many things, Claire and Charani's own wellbeing included, albeit less significant than some of the other worries. He slowly raises his hand to shoulder-height and flicks his wrist in an incredibly cautious greeting, raising an eyebrow at her in an unspoken question. He kept his gaze on the Knights, in part because they had commanded the bar's attention, and in part because they could see the direction of his eyes just as easily. There was no need to link himself to other members of his coven with a glance.
He does, however, spare a glance at Julius when he does the typical Julius thing and challenge the established authority -- making demands, drawing lines in the sand, pulling strings. "We'll talk later," Zeph offers in a hushed tone under the murmurs of the crowd to the sailor he'd been bartering with. He then slips from his chair and walks over to the intruders, his posture warm, not threatening.
"Hey, so, d'you guys wanna grab a seat? Get a drink? Maybe start this off in a way that doesn't give th' impression ya wanna start a fight with a couple dozen sailors mindin' their own business?" At the emphasized negative, he slings an arm over Claire's shoulder and gave her a look that screamed "what the actual fuck are you doing?" without the need for words.
Post by claire fermont on Jan 13, 2018 17:59:45 GMT
Claire tilts her head at the notion. "Maybe," she allows for the benefit for doubt, but she shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes focus on the black-haired male julius kingston, who is lanky and cocky, as her gut feeling says. Somehow she recognizes him, too, but his name has been long lost. "But fear and shock works, too. It's an effective tool."
She is convinced that it isn't the time for to worry that someone she somehow knows is in this very place. She keeps her cool, even if her heart skips a beat when Zephyr Hart breaks the ice and approaches them. They had been pretty good acquaintances since their first mission together, obviously she does not want him to get caught in this impending chaos.
Because one way or another, this bar is going to have all of its tables flipped, windows checked, floorboards, attic, and rooms searched for a clear... with a catch. Leviathan, isn't it? Claire knows her history, and she knows how they will act.
Claire meets his eyes, and she understands. But their orders are clear. "I'm sorry, but we have to decline. We're on a mission here, derived from very strict orders." Gently she removes the mechanic's arm from her shoulder. She tries to reassure him, though her voice is empty. She, too, does not believe her words. "We're not looking for a fight. We just want Fane, that nice and easy. These sailors need not to be involved, except perhaps in answering some questions."
Unless, of course, he will not... Claire does not dare to think of it.
She waits for a minute, then two. Upon reaching the third minute and still no one has dared to say more, Claire speaks up again. "I'm giving you one last chance to spill the beans. Does anyone here knows someone who goes by the name of Fane?" A pause. "If no one answers, then we'll go ahead and scour this bar."
Faded and worn at the seams A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing Their words bared their teeth into the wall I promised I would rid the world of
There were so many auras going in and out of focus. The ones that seemed to be the most interesting though were the boy who had spoken up and a large man who had this kind of menacing aura about him. Anger... rage... it felt like it was trying to suffocate him just by its mere presence. His eyes lingered on julius kingston as his hubris flickered in and out of focus. Tough talk. Or maybe it was just courage? He couldn't tell.
"You know they say those who have something to hide have the loudest voices... what are you hiding?" he said in a cheerful tone, keeping that childlike innocence dripping through all his words. He of course was purposefully speaking to that boy as a way to get Claire's attention towards him as an individual who might either pose a problem or have information. He couldn't really tell... all he could tell is that these people were hiding something.
maddox rothscus ✨ has a highly aggressive aura and his eyes naturally fall directly on him. He tries to ever so sneakily touch his superior's hand in order to alert her that he had found something. He flicks his gaze from julius kingston and maddox rothscus ✨ before turning his head to claire fermont as a means of saying for her to watch them. He just wants this all to be without incident and all okay. What should he do?
He doesn't even process Zephyr Hart talking to Claire really. It is like he's a ghost that he doesn't see. His eyes are drawn to that unbridled rage and that secret that is just asking to be drawn from the other boys lips. He slowly starts to walk towards maddox rothscus ✨ . He doesn't make to attack or allow himself to be threatening. He doesn't want to fight and his body shows this. He slips through the crowd thanks to his small frame towards the large raging aura until he is so close he can almost touch it. It was almost painful to look at. "We've met before haven't we? Are you okay... you seem... troubled..." he said with what seemed like genuine concern. What could make a person's aura so hateful. If Claire said anything to him he didn't hear it. He just wished he was back in bed right now. His canine familiar followed him, clearly much more on guard than his witch.
So she is being sought out. It isn't the first time nor will it be the last.[break][break]
Amélie snarls. [break][break] You're ready to fight, Fane observes, wondering what her familiar thinks of the commotion going on downstairs. Knowing Ame, she's likely making quick judgments of the bar's proceedings, painting targets, constructing schemes... [break][break] Yes. But not in this petty pissing match. [break][break] Of course. Fane smiles at her familiar's voice. The room's floor has responded to her whims- it has turned transparent. Of course, the people below can't see her, but when she stands on the glass she can see them quite clearly.[break][break]
She hears the knight's demands. Then, to her surprise, the kindly old couple arrive at the inside balcony and tread down the stairs, clutching at the rails, the man in front of his wife. The poor duo had been made victim to enough mental wiping and memory charms by her hand, but Fane could hardly feel pity for them as they stumbled into the silent crowd. [break][break] "Wh-why what's the meaning of this. You're scaring the patrons. They're here to have a goo' time! We don't know who you're looking for. But you're-you're ruining business, lady. Please." [break][break] The old man is shaking in his boots- his eyes keep flickering to the boar. His wife is several feet behind him, clutching at the railings of the staircase, looking as though she's about to have a heart-attack. [break][break] What an interesting development. She wonders if she should manipulate it, and then turns to eye the two knights. What kind of magic are they capable of? Are there people waiting on the outside? How many? [break][break] What path should she take---
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notice: the instigators have the required permits and license(s) to conduct a fully legal search of the bar. they may request back up if need be, and are likely well-equipped courtesy of the helios knights inventory staff. [break][break] right now, there are no rules as to what actions your characters can take icly. [break][break] [break][break] no current limits have been placed on the number of participants or number of posts per round. this new event format is experimental and subject to change. a reminder that new participants can join at any time. [break][break] please direct queries to staff. [break][break] you are now free to post, participants.
Post by julius kingston on Jan 14, 2018 3:17:03 GMT
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[attr="class","paige_post"] He receives two responses- one from the lady and one from the boy. Neither of which really need to be responded to. The lady (dehumanized, her name is forgotten, she is only the crest that she is wearing) shoots her own foot by admitting she's using scare tactics. Julius laughs- more like an exasperated wheeze than anything. Taunting, lazy. Attack, attack... [break][break] The boy's question is more well-posed, slicing. But Julius acts the role of the smug patron. "Oh, all kinds of shit. Store it all in the basement, yeah, want to come and see?" His sarcasm is thicker than the scent of alcohol that fills the bar. When the boy's attention moves towards maddox rothscus ✨, though, something else flashes across his eyes.[break][break] He grabs his glass and pretends to take a swing- the mug is almost empty but in that flash of a second his interface appears on the inside and he launches an OBSERVATORY #3 against the opposition. The information is analyzed. He slams the drink down and the bar buzzes with activity, whispers, and pointed looks.[break][break]
He enters maddox rothscus ✨ 's headspace without warning. They have practiced atheneum together before- it should not come as too harsh of a surprise...hopefully. INFOCASTING, he relays his spell's discoveries and adds his own take. His eyes changed color. He's doing a reading spell, probably. You're drunk, and angry. Chick reminds you of your ex. Something insane. Got it?[break][break] He does not know how well thatthat'll work. He doesn't know what kind of spells the boy is using...But divination has to truth to it. It's cloudy guesswork at best. It is inferior to atheneum. [break][break] Then, the old couple waddles forth. Tch. There goes his plan of provoking chaos. No one will throw a fist with their grandparents in the room. Unless they're drunk. Mild curiosity makes him scan the room. How many of these people are wasted? Tipsy? Hey-- what if Zephyr Hart started a hivemind here? Now that would be insane. Quietly, he closes in on his thoughts, dispells his interface and waits for the scene to unfold.
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Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jan 15, 2018 10:21:40 GMT
[attr="class","mtag_edit"] he’s not surprised when zephyr approaches the enchantress, though his gaze remains locked on the knights, his lips pressed into a thin line that borders on derisive. scare tactics are effective, he concedes silently, but perhaps they have limited effectiveness in a place like this. he’s familiar with this type. the boy, though, less so. julius shoots back a retort in that classically sharp and witty way of his, and maddox is just starting to think that perhaps the two will continue to entertain themselves with clever words when the boy looks towards him.
he notes the surreptitious touch and glance with a keen eye, a wordless note of caution. a lucky guess? a sixth sense? moosely bellows out a curse in the back of his mind. he’s used to his familiar’s constant clamouring. the additional input of julius kingston , though unexpected, is something he takes in stride. he knocks back the rest of the drink, considers the suggestion courtesy of his tipsy friend, and watches Charani Petrov with sharp grey eyes over an empty glass.
“we’ve met,” he drawls, no evidence of the rage save for the roughness of his voice. “pity we couldn’t meet again under more favourable conditions.” a look is spared for the canine familiar by the boy’s side, more curiosity than caution. somewhere in the background, the old couple stumbles forward, and maddox idly wonders if a strong enough application of thought seed could convince them that hiding in their room was a better idea than coming out here.
he examines the empty glass, thinks of every other thing he could be doing instead of being stuck in a bar with a bunch of knights, and lets bitterness bleed into his tone. if the boy is indeed doing a reading spell, then maddox ought to be more careful in these close quarters. he holds the anger tight, coiled, and wonders what charani sees. “your friend reminds me of someone i knew,” he lies, acerbic and biting. “that‘s all.”
[attr="class","gearcore"] Zeph frowns and gives Claire a concerned look when she removes his arm and rejects his advice in favor of following her "very strict orders". He had every confidence that Fane could beat these two in a fight -- however, he didn't know if there were more Knights outside, or if the real reason for the mission wasn't as obvious as it seemed at a glance. Either way, someone was going to have a bad day if those two stuck around. "I get most o' my buildin' parts from the folks here... They know who I am, so if things gets dicey, I won't be able t' help ya this time," he tells her quietly. Apologetic. "Far's th' person you're lookin' for goes, I've heard th' rumors they're dangerous. Haven't heard anythin' more more substantial than that, though." (If he had, he would have dealt with the source of the rumor.) "Good luck," is the last thing he offers her, patting her arm once before turning to sit down again. Silently, he hopes she fails.
He takes a seat next to Sao this time. "Well, that's one way t' kill a good mood," he huffs, resting his elbow on the counter and his cheek in his palm as he looks over at her. "Ya up for makin' a quick escape if this all goes tits up?" he asks quietly, not sure how much she's had to drink yet tonight.
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Jan 15, 2018 13:46:10 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] Attempts from her covenmates to halt the Knights in their queries are dashed to pieces when the female asserts their directive and proceeds to ask again if anyone knew the whereabouts of Fane. It's a silly question, Saoirse thinks. If the Knights didn't know where Fane was despite their reputed influence across Sundial, what made them think that bar patrons would know? The introspection has her snorting into her mug as she takes another gulp of lager. How frivolous.
[break][break]The atmosphere takes a rise in temperature when familiars are set on offensive mode; the large boar of the woman snarling at frightened civilians. Marchosias stirs agitated at the back of her mind, eager to break away from her tense grip upon his materialisation; she cannot have him appearing now. The old couple had better retreat lest they get caught in a dirty fight between so-called justice and corruption. Her fingers tighten around the handle of her mug as the alcoholic haze begins to clear away a little at the heated interaction between Julius and Maddox and the boy.
[break][break]Her firm gaze softens when she sees Zephyr walk towards her, her posture relaxing into the couch. She gives him a slow and affectionate smile and easily welcomes him beside her. There's a newfound content when she tilts her head to rest on his shoulder; just weeks ago, they were mere acquaintances bound only by a shared coven. ( There's a little more to it than just Leviathan now and it brings a happy warmth to her chest. ) To his whispered question, she nods into his shoulder, knowing for sure that whatever remaining beer there is left will be the last.
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ooc: @everyone [break]hello im here to break the tension but also pls don't notice me[break]
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