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.
Aiden beams up at the woman, even if the term ‘good egg’ was a little childish he loved it all the same. He loved any bit of praise form Claire really. Who wouldn’t? She was so strong, but without the arrogance. And she was approachable as a role model?! Well, partially. She still intimidated him a bit but he appreciated her in doses. He was inspired by her diligence. Even now, he hadn’t expected a random training session before lunch but here he was. He didn’t mind though. It was good for him too. He frowned at the mention of a purge. He had heard that the higher you got, the more you hit roadblocks unless you had gold or name under you. He had both, somewhat, but it was irritating to know that in a coven where justice and righteousness were some of the core values, one could simply buy their post. “Hard work will incite change, eventually.” He stated with a shrug.
It was irritating but he couldn’t really do anything. He had to wait his turn. He had to strive for being the best he possibly could, and in due time he’d be able to influence his beloved coven. Though it wouldn’t have to come to that. Embarrassing someone was the fastest way to make them work harder wasn’t it? The minute he started doing too well, his peers would strive for better. Right? Though the expression Claire gives him snaps him out of his rumination and he laughs at himself for taking it so seriously. He’d been thinking about his family and their clout for too long, it was starting to infect all his thoughts. It hadn’t been a serious thing. He nodded at his pseudo mentor. “Yes, it’s more flexible when you think about what would be the core enchantment which is just timing. Or, more specifically, delay.” He stated.
He looks up at Claire and snickers at her. “Yes, unfortunately, but that is my own fault.” He said with a shrug. “Purification is rather new to me, but it’s crucial to how I fight. Once I bring down a witch’s magic shields or snuff out their spells, what’s protecting their bodies from a good punch in the head?” he returned. His affinities support himself more than anything. His raw power seemed to shine when he and McKenna teamed up. As of now, he was still attempting to master his own affinities. “That’s all theoretical though. I haven’t been able to practice much as I haven’t learned much to practice with.” He added with a shrug. Purification could be so powerful if used correctly, and he was already so comfortable with physically fighting from before he learned how to use magic. It made more sense in his head, but now that he said it out loud maybe it was a flawed way of thinking. He didn’t know.
“Right then.” Aiden chirps back before dusting off his clothes. He’s about to bolt when he stops to look at Claire sheepishly. “Would…would you like to come with me to get a small lunch? Um. There’s this café nearby that’s got…really good roll cake.”
"Hard work incite change, eventually." If only it's that easy... She remembers the hovel, all the filth and dirt and rags. She remembers all the men and women working their bones off but still failing to feed their family. She remembers the desperate falling into trickery. Some manages to get away, some are put behind bars. It's never an easy life. Claire doubts that hardwork will incite the change she wants eventually. The rank of the Knights is tainted.
But it won't stop her from staying true to her oath. Of the few comrades she consider as friends in the Knights, she hopes they won't turn wicked.
"Right," Claire huffs. "A timed spell. I'd try to work on it. Maybe that's my contribution to the academe." There are a hundred things going on inside her mind. She begins thinking of the technicalities, but ultimately decides that the subject is for later. "I'll ask your help with it. In a way, this is your idea."
Claire raises an eyebrow at the man's sudden declaration. She tilts her head to the side--a challenge--as Aiden makes it clear that purification is the forefront act. The next would be an punch. Claire nods vigorously, approving of the novice's thinking. That lights a fire, a spark. "Oh? Then what do you think of hosting a Bonfire Brawl within the Knights and see who got the strongest punch?" Claire cracks her knuckles, then, smirking. "I'm up the challenge."
Ah, this is the time to say that. "As you said," Claire says slowly. "Hard work incite change."
It's indeed a fruitful meeting. An impromptu training session. Claire says yes to Aiden's offer, secretly hoping that it would not be too expensive. A frugal woman because of necessity, she should decline, but it's a cake they're talking about. "Is this Capehorn's Coffee you're talking about?"
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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
Hks words don’t elicit a response and he briefly wishes he’d said nothing at all. He already kept his ambitions close to his chest. Whenever anyone asked it was always vague answers that any fledgling would give when speaking about their career in a coven. He didn’t see the need in explaining his goals to others when only he could achieve them. He’s relieved when Claire speaks up once again. He nods excitedly at the thought of having helped Claire take a step closer to leaving her mark on the magical world. His heart almost stops as she passes back the credit and he can’t help but be tongue tied for a moment. “M-Me?! I-I-I-I-...” the garbled sounds come out in a hurried mess as his mind short circuits. He stops himself as he clamps his mouth shut before thinking before he opened it again. “I’d be h-happy to help.” Though how exactly he didn’t know for sure but this would be a matter for another day. Maybe he could look up some things on enchantment in preparation.
Claire’s approval seems to erase all doubt he had concerning his chosen affinities and he grins at her. It flickers briefly at the thought of a Bonfire Brawl, though, he grins again all the same. “Sounds fun, I’m in.” he said. Though, that only made the hurry to learn more purification even more pressing. He didn’t want to fuck it all up and take a bone breaking, augmented punch from Claire of all people. He snorts as she tosses back his own words at him. “Of course, of course.” He assures her. When the woman agrees to joining him for lunch, he takes the lead eager to eat. “Yes, I just found it recently.” He says with a nod. “They have a really good chocolate and vanilla roll cake and I want some more.” He adds
Easily flustered, eh? Claire thinks. She doesn't know what he found in her comment that would illicit such a reaction. It's a simple fact, nothing else. Of course, she doesn't expect him to understand enchantment. Rather, she would like to craft the spell and find out if she is doing right what he initially had in mind. She would have a lot of studying to do, a lot of words to process. That enough stresses her--learning scrolls is easy, but making them is another matter all together--so she does not comment any further instead just says a simple, "Great. I expect you around."
Claire also nods in acknowledgement over his agreement upon the so-called Bonfire Brawl. To be honest, she isn't really the organizing type. She likes the idea but she is sure she can't organize the damn thing. Tragic. She begins to tag along Aiden, silent for a minute or so, before finally conceding to her fault. "Ah, well." A brief pause. "I'll forward it to Medeia. Perhaps she'll consider it as an event to, I don't know, maybe the Empyreal Cup?"
Capehorn's Coffee is simple yet elegant, and Claire takes a moment to appreciate its design. The duo pushes open the wooden doors and instantly, she is assaulted with the delicious smell of the bread and pastry and cake. "I see--or smell--what you mean now," Claire comments, drifting towards the counter. As for herself, she spies cinnamon rolls among the display, and goes to check the price.
She breathes a sigh of relief. "Not bad," she decides. This she can handle. She goes to check the whole menu, all along nodding. Capehorn's is a decent business, at least when it comes to prices.
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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
While stressful, the thought of participating ( and possibly organzing?!?! ) a Bonfire Brawl fills him with a rush. He wasn’t particularly close to make knights in the coven, but maybe a good fight on a cold night would be just the thing to help him befriend a few other knights he’d have to patrol with eventually. He kept to himself mostly the mixed reputation that hung above his head making him paranoid. That was why people avoided him. That was why he didn’t quite fit the mold at the coven. It totally wasn’t the fact that he was a moody teenager that was still learning how to interact with people without picking a fight, a skill he had been developing since he was 5. He nodded at Claire. He’d have to check in with her on Medeia’s approval, but Claire was guaranteed to get it. After all, this was Miss Claire, one of the most capable witches the Helios Knights had at their disposal.
The walk to the café isn’t very long, as it was built nearby to begin with which probably made it popular with other knights. He inhales deeply the smell of warm cake and bread and coffee. This was good for a quick fix and all, but he usually stocked up on cakes and stored them carefully in an icebox in his room. “Yeah. I like coming here. It’s also never too loud.” Aiden replied, noting the soft music that played throughout the café. Nothing too crazy, just soft instrumentals that weren’t too upbeat or too slow paced either. A perfect medium. He waits politely for Claire to peruse, glancing at the menu for himself. Would he branch out and try something new? His stomach rumbled, and he shrugged. Naw, he was craving the usual.
He stepped up to the counter and place an order for a couple of slices of the marbled roll cake and a water. The girl at the cash register smiled and handed him a little number placard before handing him back change. He then turned to Claire and waved at her for some attention. “I’ll grab us a table. Would you prefer to sit inside or outside?” He gestured towards the empty space before adding, “I don’t mind either spot.”
Post by claire fermont on Aug 27, 2018 4:02:53 GMT
She nods. "That's true," she says, looking around for a moment trying to see where the music is coming from. She barely can discern the musicians from the customers. They blend right in the background.
"Inside would be fine." She would like to hear the music. Claire turns to the lady and orders a cinnamon roll and iced coffee latte. She promptly pays. The cinnamon roll is ready and so Claire leaves the counter carrying a number placard and a waiter following her. She finds Aiden almost immediately and goes to sit with him.
The food is laid on the table, and Claire takes a moment to sniff the delicious sweetness. However she eyes the strange utensils she recognize but is alien to use. She recognizes the fork and the bread knife, but it's bread. She uses her hand to eat bread. Ah, the pressure is intense! Everyone around her seems dignified and delicate, two adjectives that won't even come near her. Dignified, maybe, but not in an aristocrat way. She's as stiff as ever, sitting straight and awkward.
Observing common courtesy, she refrains from eating and proceeds to wait for her latte and Aiden's order to arrive.
Silence settles between the two as Claire decides to wait. She observes the cafe, looking at the customers in a way she hopes is not intimidating. Some catches her eye, and they have mixed reactions. As she does she slowly relaxes. The soft music and the ambiance and the mood settles into her.
This is nice.
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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
Aiden smiles ad nods, making a note of Claire’s preference before beginning to find some place to sit. There’s plenty of room and for now he decides on a small round table with plush, shot seats near a window sill decorated with small plants. There’s already a small bread basket, utensils, and place mats there. Nice. He sets his placard down so the waiter can see it clearly and waits for his companion. He picks up the small basket and takes a sniff from it. It’s fresh. Nice. He knew there was a reason he loved this place. As Claire sits down with half her order he notices that she seems to be waiting for something. There a pause as he reached for a bread roll before he realizes she’s being polite. He then feels a little embarrassed. Shit.“You don’t have to wait on me Miss Claire. I’m good with the bread rolls for now.” He explained as he picked up a small roll and tore it open. Heat wafted out of it along with the smell of warm yeast. “Their rolls are always fresh. I think they have fire witches to heat them up when they get too cold.” He explained as he unwrapped his utensils while looking for a butter knife.
“I think they also make their own butter?? It’s weird… but neat??” he adds after a bit of silence as he finally pulls up a butter knife and gestures to little yellow balls of butter on a small dish next to the basket. There bits of brown and green in it. Most likely the garlic and some other add on. Just as he begins carving off a piece of butter a waitress arrives with a rather thick slice of roll cake.
“Your drinks will be out in just a few more minutes. Thank you for your patience.” She says, her voice sounding like a mix between china being hit with a fork and a small bell ringing. Aiden nods curtly and utters a quick ‘thank you’. “I really like the portion sizes here too.” The ginger says as he slaps the butter to melt on his roll before setting it down to the side and picking up any fork, he doesn’t really see which one. He’s too focused on eating his lunch which has now become roll cake and all you can eat bread rolls. “How’s the cinnamon roll? I haven’t tried that yet myself.” Aiden pipes up after indulging in two large forkfuls of marbled cake and cream. He very ungracefully tries to lick a bit of cream off his lip while simultaneously reaching for a napkin to clean himself. If people were staring, he barely noticed too concerned with himself and his mentor.
Post by claire fermont on Sept 27, 2018 10:03:04 GMT
Lost in the moment, Claire is absentmindedly looking outside, staring at particularly nothing, when Aiden begins to be flustered. "No, it's okay," she says after a short pause. She looks at the man for only a second before turning away again. "I'd rather--ah, okay." Waiting for the food to be complete is a custom in the Fermont household, one which Claire carries along, even after all these years. Seeing as Aiden already begins eating, Claire clasps her hand together in a little 'thank you' prayer before she picks up a fork, then tears a part of the cinnamon roll.
"They do? Well, I wonder how it tastes, then." She takes a slice of the butter with the knife, and dabs the dairy onto another scrap of the bread. Then, a mouthful once again. She chews cautiously, reluctant about the taste.
The Knight does not say anything, though. Well, it's softer than most of the others she had tried, a little bit creamier too, but that's as much of the difference she can pinpoint. Instead, Claire continues the feast. She only pays the waitress a little attention, briefly hoping they'd serve the drinks quickly, otherwise she would get tired of the repetitive taste rather easily.
"Exactly what I like." Claire nods to herself. She puts down the cinnamon roll and picks up a piece of bread, dabs butter in it, and before she chews, she says, "not too sweet, and the bread is wonderfully baked."
The woman is on her second piece of bread when the waitress with bell-like voice approaches them again, this time with their drinks. Claire clears the center of the table to make space for the beverages. "Here you go," the waitress says, putting down the iced coffee latte and a big glass of water.
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Post by aiden emerson on Sept 28, 2018 5:30:49 GMT
Aiden watches Claire eagerly, excited to share the place with another- person?? Colleague?? He didn’t dare think more, cutting off his train of thought as he shoved more bread into his mouth. He swallows hard before nodding at the woman. “I think it’s good, but I tend to like a lot of foods anyway.” He wasn’t incredibly picky. His voracious appetite didn’t allow him to pick and choose what he ate. Whatever was set in his place he’d devour within the span of a few minutes if no one was looking. It was even faster when he was cramming meals between classes or during patrols. He always felt a little embarrassed to eat while walking. “Someone told me they throw in a few spices to enhance it, but I can’t really tell.” He added as he took a whiff of his half-eaten bread roll. If anything, the smell of hot bread overpowered any other sense.
He looked up to Claire tilting his head slightly. “Is cinnamon your thing, Miss Claire?” he asked eager to squirrel away the detail for personal reference later. He then adds with another smile, “I’m glad you think so.” The drinks arrive, and the ginger nods his thanks before picking up his glance of water, pulling off the slice of lemon on the rim and squeezing it into his water. He pokes the ice a bit with his straw before taking a quick sip to wash down all the salt.
“I sometimes get bread loafs from here for my lunches.” He comments offhand, looking over at the display case again as he considers buying some. He had run out of bread already. All he has left was some random packets of instant soup and maybe some broccoli he could use to throw into the mix. Now that he thought about it, he needed to go grocery shopping soon. “I kinda spend too much money here.” The redhead admitted as he turned his focus back to Claire.
[attr="class","pipostpost"]Claire eats her share slowly, at first doubtful, but within a few bites she's eating the bread at her normal space. She's easy to grow accustomed to the food, its rich flavor especially enticing to the woman. It's been years since she moved out of Eclipse Town so theoretically food in Sundial shouldn't surprise her anymore. But it's a new place. Everything is new here for Claire.[break][break]
"Do you cook, too?" Claire asks, then, commenting on Aiden's appetite. "I cook home meals a lot and they're particularly... tasteless. That should be wrong, but we don't use a lot of spices back in Eclipse Town." Another bite, a pause as she swallows, before saying, "Yes, they definitely added a lot of other things which I don't know, but it's good. Cinnamon is good."[break][break]
But their iced coffee latte is best. The beverage has just been set down, but Claire shamelessly has already downed a quarter of the drink. "Ah," Claire sighs, happy and contented. Her usually expressionless face cracks a small smile. "Good shit," she says, raising the glass.[break][break]
Aiden says this is one of his favorite places and Claire can see why. Claire can taste why. It's close to the headquarters, too. What a perfect dining place. Shame that Claire needs Aiden just to be introduced to this place. Then again she's bringing her own food to the headquarters so she has no reason to go out hunting for food. "Money well spent," Claire comments. She looks pointedly at Aiden's glass of water. "And money spent healthily, as well. I'm going back here later just to get their iced coffee. I don't really spend a lot of money except for teas. Any kind of tea." [break][break]
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Aiden shook his head, taking a moment to swallow the other half of his bread roll before answering politely. “No, not really? I tend to stick to preparing instant meals or going out because I don’t really have too much time to myself.” What little free time he had between his job, coven duties, and class was either spent training his purification or with friends. The couple he had, anyway. “I’ve tried to help Charani Petrov cook when he prepares meals, but he usually shoos me off after a while to set the table or something.” The redhead added with a sheepish laugh. Then again, he didn’t blame him. His grandmother was the same, losing patience with his impatience. He didn’t slow down to read through recipes and missed things often enough. He was better at doing other things like cleaning up.
He laughed again at the mention of Eclipse Town cuisine. He’d never been, so he couldn’t know. “I think the blandest thing in our family was the rice. Everything else had a little bit of pepper or cumin- something to add a little bit of flavor. We didn’t have much but we kept garden herbs in pots on the window sill.” The Cunninghams, as spread out as they were, also varied vastly in their magical talents. He had plantshaper cousins that sometimes would send seedlings or little enchanted pots to help grow food. It helped, but it made Aiden a ravenous carnivore. One of the plus sides, of being an Emerson was that almost endless supply of meat he could ask for. He supposed though, that was only really weekly if he could help it. He preferred eating alone, but at that house he was forced to have dinner with his grandparents and they weren’t the best conversationalists. Always prying in things he wanted to keep to himself.
“If you like cinnamon, wait until the holidays. The colder it gets the more types of cinnamon things they make.” Aiden offered. His knowledge in the menu thus far made it clear he’d been a regular for a while. The redhead snorted as he watched his companion drink. “I tend to stick with coffee most nights.” He offered as he looked over the glass. Yes, he was happy he’d shown her this. She seemed to be liking it. He grinned at the blonde woman before meticulously putting away another detail. Teas huh? He would look into this more when it came time for gift giving. Not that he knew Ms. Claire’s birthday, but the holidays would be arriving soon enough. He had to be prepared. “If that’s what you like, I don’t see much of a problem with that. I like to drink my caffeine closer to mornings or in the evening. If I’m already awake, it feels like a waste.” He was, by no means, a healthy student. But he handled it the best he could, indulging himself in naps or sleeping away his weekends. “Please do! I’m sure they’d love more regulars. And they have a Helios discount. It’s not a lot, but everything counts right?”
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Not that her preference really matters. It's hardly even worth mentioning at this point. She thinks it's also not worth mentioning that she likes rice... especially since there's hardly any rice grown at Eclipse Town. Her favorite was fried rice, and she makes it all the time. It's the only recipe she has the most faith of--and the most taste. "You should try my rice," Claire says, her voice picking up slightly. "I cook an exceptionally well fried rice."[break][break]
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"Cinnamon and iced tea," Claire muses. For the first time, Claire has something to look forward to in the holidays. "Yes, don't drink too much coffee. I once tried drinking three cups because I had paper errands to run in the office. It didn't wake me up that much, only made me palpitate to the point that I felt like I just ran a marathon." Claire grimaces at the memory. Since then, she stuck to her trusted iced tea.[break][break]
Aiden beams when he announced that the cafe gives Helios Knights a discount, and so does Claire. The woman leans into the table and quietly looks around. Then she looks back at Aiden and nods. "I'll take any discount. Do you think I can get a coupon or two? Just to add to my collection." With that, Claire brings out from her handy wallet a hefty stash of discount coupons, vouchers, and sales announcements. She always carry these around, just in case. You never know when need would arise. [break][break]
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The silence that had fallen over him as he stuffed his face with cake is interrupted and Aiden can only tilt his head at the offer, slowly processing what she had just uttered. And processing. Processing. Processing. Ding! The redhead swallowed hard, nodding quickly afterwards. “Yes!! Yes please!” he said agreeing a little too eagerly, but unable to catch himself. It wasn’t just the fact that’d he’d been offered free food, but it was also Miss Claire’s free food. He paused to nod at the woman, frowning a little at her story. “Three cups consecutively?” he asked, surprised Claire hadn’t had some sort of attack after the fact. “Most people have one and then more an hour or two later.” He added.
“Tea is good though.” He admitted. He’d never liked tea as a child, but it’d grown on him through frequent tea parties with Rosario, and now, a favorite way to have him report to Marjorie. He didn’t understand old ladies and their fascination with tea, but he supposed some blends were pretty refreshing.
He leaned forward as well, taking the woman’s cue. He stared, surprised by the amount of vouchers and slips of paper Claire had accumulated. How did she keep track of all the expiration dates? He always missed them. “I don’t know if they have paper coupons...but if you just show them your crest, they give you a discount. I never show mine anymore since I’m here so often.” He explained with a sheepish grin. On the one hand, he liked that he didn’t have to bother. On the other hand, he didn’t like being that recognized. He didn't want to be that annoying regular. As he turned to gesture at the counter, he noted the time on a clock about the register.
“Oh! I’m really sorry Miss Claire. I have to get going before I’m late for my next appointment.” He said, eyebrows furrowing together as he realized he needed to head out if he didn’t want to run to his next task. With renewed speed, he scarfed down what was left of his cake before taking a huge, long slurp of his drink. “Let’s have a potluck though! I really wanna try your fried rice.” He added as he stood up awkwardly. There was a moment of hesitation as he didn’t know exactly what to do. Most people he left he shook hands with. Charani he just hugged and kissed on the cheek goodbye. His grandparents simply ignored him. After fidgeting for a moment, he decided on a curt bow, and would wait another moment for acknowledgement before slowly making his way out the café.
[attr="class","pipostpost"]Claire smiles at the redhead's enthusiasm. "All right, I'll bring them to the headquarters. I might as well give @charani some, you too are quite the buddies, no?" Two purification buddies teamed up together, they really are quite something.[break][break]
Well isn't that the easiest discount she could ever get. Just show them her crest? Sounds easy enough. Her blue eyes sparkle at the thought of getting a discount. She does wonder how often she could show it, though, and would they grant her discounts every time she shows her badge? She doubts it. It won't stop her from trying, though. "Sweet," she comments, totally happy with the information she has. Right now the two sounds like they are plotting a burglary or something with their low voices--their neighbors begins to look at them with concern. Claire nods an eager nod, then proceeds to clean up the mess of the papers she has made on the table. Hmmm, she has quite some. [break][break]
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"Okay, I'll see you around then," she says. Aiden's also up at the ranks, no wonder he's quite busy. Claire has a free afternoon today, so she is in no hurry. "I'll stay here for a bit." She's concerned a little bit about the potluck, nevertheless she's up for anything. It's been forever since she's had time to hang out with a couple of people--like actual persons. The thought of being able to do it now makes her happy. "I'll try to learn some more recipes for that potluck. I'm not tasting any of them though!"[break][break]
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