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.
Not one for subtlety, the young witch of light brown tresses tied into a high ponytail walked straight to one of Sun Café's front tables and asked in that demanding, kind and feminine yet loud voice of hers for a man called Rudy. "Dark brown hair, in his thirties, maybe with a moustache?" Vera hadn't seen her uncle's unveiled face in over a decade, and even the incident with his veiled face had lasted only a short moment, so this was really the best description she could muster of him.
Needless to say, it was going to be hard for anyone to help her.
She wasn't sure if the group she'd approached was made of Jester's Den members or if she'd been unlucky enough to pick actual customers, completely unrelated to the coven. When they all shook their heads no, though, she found what they were didn't matter much. She moved on.
The second table she approached was just as fruitless as the first, and so was the third. By the time she was on her fourth, where a man of dark skin and equally dark hair sat, she'd noticed the way four pairs of eyes lingered on her a few seconds longer than the usual curious onlooker, no doubt finding her actions disruptive of their business. Jackpot. She'd found Jester's Den witches to aid her in her search.
First, though, she would interrogate this person. Might as well, since she'd already come all the way to his table. "Hi," she called, a friendly smile grazing her lips as she returned her full attention to the table's occupant. "Do you happen to know a witch called Rudy? I know he's part of Jester's Den, but I've already asked all those people," and at this she pointed at the trail of tables she'd interrupted thus far, caring little if they saw her accusatory finger, "None of them claim to know him."
Vera's eyebrows knitted into a light frown; her lips pursed into a pout her mind was too busy to realize she was making. In a tone that's almost conspiratorial, she added, "I think they just don't want to tell me."
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he clutches at the book like a lifeline at first, fingers pressed against slowly yellowing pages with the unconscious threat of crumpling. the novel is a sorry looking piece of work; yellowing pages notwithstanding, fault lines travel across its spine, bone-white against a fading brown, some pages held in the binding by virtue of a flimsy enchantment ( graciously done by a passing scholar who wanted to stretch their fingers ). time passes and the cafe doesn't cease in its chaos, so soon resignation falls upon him and his grip relaxes. the angle of the sun changes gradually, until it is pointed towards the opposite end of the room, leaving elih with a pocket of comfortable shade, book in hand and poring over the old classic with all the quiet joy of reuniting with a treasured childhood friend.
across the room, a girl begins her casual interrogation of the cafe-goers, unnoticed by elih until her fruitless search brings her closer. and closer. with all the grace of a deer caught unawares ( still, she is a table away, and perhaps there is some mercy in the world to have her overlook him and move on ), he shrinks back, doing his best impression of an unexceptional painting on the sunflower-yellow pillar.
his attempts are to no avail: she approaches with a stellar smile ( and the very act of walking towards him appears to garner a few looks of curiosity from other witches lounging about ), and begins the interrogation. fingers have to be consciously loosened around the book, instead interlacing neatly before him. hamster decides to make an appearance at that moment, the coyote settling himself gracefully on the table top and fixing the stranger with an inquisitive gaze.
'rudy?' he repeats, stealing a glance around the room to check whether the witch in question is present ( hoping, desperately, that he remembers the face and name correctly ). 'i, uh, i've heard of him, i think?' his fingers untangle themselves of their own accord, and begin tapping a nervous rhythm on the table leg. 'i don't think they're trying to actively keep anything from you -- they're all very nice people i'm sure -- but, um,' eyes darting across the room again in a cursory search, 'it doesn't look like he's around right now. why're you looking for him anyway?'
Her jade-colored irises gain a twinkle that would make a real life jade jealous when the man admits to knowing her uncle. Even after her first few failed approaches, Vera hadn't lost hope in finding her long-lost relative, but she was already getting used to the idea of it taking a considerably long while. Even after she'd caught a glimpse of those sneaky, elusive Jester's Den witches.
Yet now she'd found someone who actually did know her uncle, and seemed nice enough to help her locate him! Perhaps she wouldn't need to nag those other members after all, if she played her cards right. Although, let's face it, Vera did want to be completely sure, so she'd probably end up walking up to them. Later.
"You do?!" she exclaims, loud and clear, so that the whole café can hear it. Or, at the very least, so that the unhelpful people she'd asked before can hear it. She doesn't care if he only thinks he's heard of Rudy. This was the closest she'd gotten so far and was happy to cling onto the possibility. "Oh, this is such good news," she adds, feeling her hands tremble in excitement.
Despite this infinitely more helpful man's assurance, she still wasn't quite sure they didn't have anything against her. Sure, she'd said that last bit jokingly, but one could never be entirely sure, yes? Well, whatever the case, Vera chooses not to dwell on that thought much longer. After all, that'd take time from the much more important topic of finding her uncle Rudy.
The brunette is already taking the liberty of sitting down in front of him, eager to ask him more, ask him for everything he knows about the witch she's looking for. She lets out a small, lighthearted laugh. "I would be very upset if he was around and ignoring my calls for him. Oh, I guess I will just have to wait, then."
And then she follows the man's lead, glances around the room in turn. That's when she notices the coyote resting atop the table—had it been there all along? Vera's pretty sure she'd have noticed it—and yelps in surprise. "Oh, Merlin," she curses under her breath. "Is that big boy yours? Merlin, that really scared me." She places a hand on her chest, feeling the erratic beating of her heart start to slow down.
Only a few seconds later, she speaks up again. Really, she should be allowing herself time to catch her breath, but she's so excited. So... nervous, at the same time.
"He's my uncle, you see. Or, I guess, he used to be? I'm not really sure how to describe this. It's complicated." She takes in a deep breath, certain that she's going to need it for everything she wants to say about Rudy. "He disappeared years ago and my family stopped talking about him and it was like he'd never existed at all," she says all in one go. She decides to slow down only afterwards, when it's become apparent she can't keep up her usual speed until she's fully recovered from the shock. "But then I saw him at the Joker's Jamboree celebrations, and I'm sure he's here somewhere, hiding."
Vera's eyes had drifted down towards the man's fingers, tap-tap-tapping on wood. "You said you know of him, though? How's he doing? Is he here often? Do you know where he's staying? When he could be coming back?" She rests her elbows on the table, and places her chin on her hands, her eyes looking out expectantly, as if she hadn't just asked him a hundred questions.
[attr="class","enotes"]Vera Lindt / 50 years late as usual.
[attr="class","econtent"]HER EYES ARE SHINING and frankly, the enthusiasm is mildly terrifying. he shrinks back into his seat, wincing at the exclamation -- with brief resignation flitting through his mind, he realises a single admittance has opened up a personal pandora's box of prolonged conversation. she takes a seat in front of him, and elih steels himself for an interrogation. [break][break]
the book is, with some degree of regret, closed and placed aside for perusal at a later time. hamster, who seems all the most pleased at the shock he incites, sniffs in her direction curiously. then, apparently satisfied, the familiar leaps off the table, and directly onto elih's lap. a pair of golden coyote eyes peer at her over the table. only now does elih speak again, interjecting with a brief nod and apology; "sorry. he, uh, kind of just does what he wants to." he falls silent against as the girl rattles of an explanation; the deep intake of breath is the only warning he gets before a torrent of information, and immediately after, questions.[break][break]
for a moment, her questions are met with silence. he holds up a finger, cautious lest she start off again, and prays she reads it as a simple gesture for her to wait. elih isn't gifted with spontaneity in social situations, much less interrogations pertaining to a person he scarcely knows of. "i mean i-- well i'm not-- i don't know him that well, you see? i think he's probably doing okay, i mean i haven't heard anything alarming so," he pauses to recollect himself, and, hating himself for doing so, hesitantly offers, "someone else might know more so, um, would you like me to help you to ask around? since you seem to have a--" flounders for words-- "valid reason..?"
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2017 11:26:42 GMT by elih kartal
