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 raven delacroix on Jul 2, 2018 1:08:16 GMT
A message from the Circle of Heirs prompts Raven to cancel all of her appointments. She enters the Helios Knights Hall in all fairy and glitter. She earns the stares of several Knights, all of which she decides to pointedly ignore. Needless to say she is pissed at the short notice. She has musicals and guesting for today, not to mention a modeling for a portrait. The agencies would think badly of her, cancelling at the nick of the moment...
But she doubt they will drop her from the roster. After all she is much too valuable. The entertainment industry in Sundial is small, that is granted, but among the list she is by far the most successful one. Besides, she is known for being late for perhaps even one to two hours, so if this goes as planned, then maybe, just maybe she can still make it to at least three appointments.
Visibly pissed but trying hard not to be, Raven pushes open the grand door to the so-called headquarters of the Circle of Heirs. It's extravagant, as it should be, and Raven also has put her own little corner in the room--a vanity area for use of everyone else, she said before, but almost no one in the Circle really cares about looks. Especially the small one. What's her name? Raziel, right. Maybe just because Raven hasn't yet approached her directly? It's been three years and the figure of Raziel still irks her. Sometimes. Once she has tried putting make-up on Emmaline, and needless to say the girl avoided her like a plague the next day.
But the makeup isn't bad. Eh. Whatever. Raven still wonders about that day.
Did she arrive earlier than agreed? She checks the clock, and yes, she arrived exactly five minutes before agreed time. And so she sits at her vanity area and redid her make-up. She harbors a much simpler look than she would have on stage.
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Post by raziel of the autumn court on Jul 28, 2018 15:38:21 GMT
The messenger pigeon which lands on Raziel's window carries a letter sealed with the mark of the Circle. (After all, any group who wanted to be recognized needed a recognizable symbol -- a brand, if you will). But, although someone from their group seemed to have sent it, they neither had the good sense to sign it, nor the forethought to offer a basic agenda of what this meeting was about. Frustrating.
Even so, the merchant didn't like to give off the impression of being unreliable, and this could have very well been an emergency. (Or a prank. It was more likely to be a prank). Despite their doubts, Raz dons crisp, fitted robes which were better suited for navigating the city streets, and then makes their way towards the Helios Knights' Hall. Raziel is followed by bodyguards -- subtly and at a distance, as they've been instructed. The merchant might not have been as famous as their peers, but they were certainly worth the most monetarily. The higher they reached, the larger the target on their back became. This was a simple fact of human nature.
The merchant does not wear jewels, golden chains, or vivid colors, favoring instead the status attained from robes without a single wrinkle, whites without a single smudge, and hair without a single strand out of place. In truth, they care for their appearance religiously, but take care to work on all maintenance away from the eyes of others -- friends and associates included. Despite the city's many eccentricities, their choice of attire still stands out on on the street, both in its foreign style and critical attention to detail. It draws eyes today, but (fortunately) no desperate hands or blades.
Suffice to say, the fledgling Knight safely arrives at the secret basehideoutclubhouse yet-to-be-properly-titled room where the Circle commonly gathered. Though early, it was only by a minute or two, so they were a bit surprised when Raven was the only other one there. This was a less than ideal situation, since, of all the members of the Circle, Raven was the one that Raziel least knew how to deal with.
"Ah, so were you the one who called me here?" the merchant asks with a pleasant smile and tone as they close the door. After all, that would have been the most obvious answer to the questions buzzing around their head. Maybe this wasn't a meeting at all, but a confrontation. What an unfortunate situation...
Post by raven delacroix on Aug 6, 2018 17:30:43 GMT
The door opens and Raven couldn't care less. Whoever it is they should be patient enough. Raven is almost done with her hair. The vanity mirror should have shown the figure of a small blonde walking through the door frame. But Raven is too engrossed with the delicate curls of her luxurious white hair with red tips to notice the unfortunate situation. Raven does not hear the shuffle of footsteps, nor the soft lock of the door. That's what happens when your ears are sensitive--your brain learns to block noise, to identify the sounds you need to hear.
She recognizes this voice, unfortunately so, and suddenly Raven is busy again. Ugh, something, something to do... but she is already done! Raven refuses to look at Raziel as she pretends to busy herself with organizing the vanity. "Ah, no," Raven promptly answers. "I received a letter telling me to go here. I don't know, maybe it's from Milo or Emma."
Silence settles it between the two as Raven too quickly finishes her task. Wow.
"They're late," Raven sulks as she finally stands. She flops on the nearest couch, feigning a headache. "I swear if they called us for something like lunch I'm going to seriously pissed." But more than that, of course, is the fact that of all people, she has to be stuck with Raziel. They're polar opposites and visibly has nothing to talk about except for business deals. That's what Raziel is all about, at least to the naked eye. Money. Raven's the same, with a slight addition--fame and money. So theoretically, they could hit it off, but somehow, they don't.
Not can't. Don't.
"So," Raven starts slowly. "How are you, Miss Raziel? Been a while since we catch up, eh?"
Lies. They haven't even talked to each other with real intent. Ever.
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Post by raziel of the autumn court on Aug 11, 2018 19:31:15 GMT
Raziel offers a hum in agreement as Raven points out the others' tardiness. The merchant disliked when their time was wasted -- they could at least agree with the entertainer on that point.
Since they had know way of knowing when the others would arrive -- if the others would arrive -- the merchant, too, decides to take a seat, but in one of the less comfortable chairs. (The couches were as comfy and very squishy as money could buy, but getting out of them seemed more trouble than it was worth.) They'd been raised to maintain a perfect posture, knives prickling at their back as their mother's ship rocked and crashed against the irritable sea, so one simple wooden chair was no issue.
Quietly, their mind drifts back to the analysis they'd been in the midst of just prior to leaving for the Knight's Hall. Demand for gold was down due to some new rival from Gale Valley flooding the market -- broken tracks were delaying shipments of raw ore and driving up prices -- it was nothing worth conversing about. It could have been detrimental to discuss, in fact, with someone just as opportunistic as themselves.
It is no surprise that Raven speaks first.
Ah, and it's small talk...
"Ah, you're right, it has," they agree, leaning just a bit towards the singer and resting their arms neatly on the table, "I've been well, thank you. And yourself? I'm surprised you were able to stop by with all of the shows you're involved in."
Post by raven delacroix on Aug 27, 2018 3:31:38 GMT
Ugh. Raven dislikes this situation so much. Her mind drifts, not really interested in Raziel's answer. "Right," Raven drawls. "It's been a hectic schedule. But the Circle is one of my priorities. It's been a while since we last gathered, so I figured this must be important."
Ah, yes, her schedules. Being reminded about that makes her expression sour. She's missing a lot today. She remembers all of her appointments. She's lucky most of them are small ventures. She would hate if she would miss a big company's commercial because of this meeting... And they'd been literally fighting over her. In the end she can only attend to one advertisement, which is a series of photo shoots and gigs.
"What about you?" Raven asks, crimson eyes focusing on the small blonde. "My clients are scrambling for any form of advertisement. Well, at least in my side of the market which caters to mundane and vain human needs. It seems your industry has been bracing for... I don't know, a blow in the market or something. They're taking precautionary measures."
Raven isn't still entirely sure. She knows Raziel is involved with something heavier, someone working in the background, while Raven on the other hand is always upfront. Her job is to divert attention from scandals and issues and corruption. Introducing a new fashion trend or releasing a new musical tend to crowd the newspapers and replace the headlines, effectively hiding the spilt oil or the dead hands or nightmares plaguing Sundial. Somehow the people is more than eager now to take any form of normalcy.
And it's Raven's job to provide for that.
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