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.
This was so boring. This lady was going all out and seemed to want to control the field. She had spread ice everywhere. That was annoying. He just wanted to go back home. A nap sounded nice.
"A boar familiar? So strong. So manly. So cool," he said while giving a thumbs up to the boar as he teleported and jumped around thanks to the magic of... well being a former circus act. It made these kinds of things so much easier. That and it was so fun to watch the boar struggling to throw ice at him in the air.
He kind of just wants to fuck with them. The boar doesnt seem to be moving as much as the girl so like... time to spam light magic.Besides with the burn side effect of his magic it might heat up a little of the ice at least and that had to be annoying right? Sure. Cue beams of light coming down from the sky (Gates of Heaven) He wished he could just do what he usually did. It would make things end much quicker. A knife and a vanishing potion.
Dr Puddy would drop the potion. The potion bottle, if it hit the ground would.... you know explode into flames (Aquapyre) that would... if not contained... spread wildly like the potion often did. There was a reason it was asked to not be used in the city. Did he do it more than he should? Yes. Did he care? Nope.
The familiar would be annoyed by this dropping. Since she couldnt open her mouth properly thanks to the glue jinx she would shoot single shot out of her eyes. Annoying but hey if it work sit works. Laser beam cat go (Single Shot). The cat would try to edge the woman closer and closer to where the boar and her witch where moving towards them slowly with her squares of light. Maybe a few more minutes.
Post by claire fermont on Dec 24, 2018 7:31:04 GMT
Ah, the cat drops the vial... and it explodes into flames. The creeping fire starts to melt the ice barricade, as well as melt the thin sheet of ice on the ground. That is unprecedented. Claire does not want to deal with fire, not at all. She's not used to warmth of any kind. She doesn't need it anyway as she has a relatively strong tolerance for the cold, being an ice witch and all. If it makes sense, fire makes her uncomfortable. What more to Vani...
As such, she makes a wide arc using SKATER, getting away from the fire that is slowly creeping around the arena. With stiff yet precise movements, she readily dodges the beams the cat shoots out at the same time going straight for the feline. Vani, on the other hand, handles the fire a little bit rougher. He keeps backing away, narrowly dodging the light shots. This time, though, it seems he has no escape. The heavens open and in an instant, blinding light shines upon the boar.
Not before Claire does a pirouette on ice, points her wand towards the boar, and casts a Claustra (AUGETE: CLAUSTRA) on the boar. Crackling blue energy shoots out from the tip of the wand, enveloping Vani in cerulean hue, moments before the light technique hits him. It's a grand display, Claire can say that much. A roar would be heard next, sounding through the arena, as Vani thrashes around. A deadly one, too, that would end the match rather quickly. Can't let that happen. All these people went here to watch the duel. They should at least put on a good performance. The light fades then, and Vani emerges unscathed. He looks angrier than usual. More than usual, apparently, as the boar roars. It's hot when the technique hits. It's hot, uncomfortably so, but it does not burn. Vani wants it to burn. Angered, Vani charges for the male witch, then, lifting itself from the ground using LARGE SPREAD. Time to maim this bastard.
Claire points her wand, then, to the feline, and if the spell does not miss, the cat would find himself surrounded by a thick layer of mana (SPATIAL SCROLLBOOK #2) effectively trapping it inside.
notes // Also yes sign me up for DE
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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
The seer knows that something is about to happen. It had been simmering for a while, since that night of collapsing buildings and walking dead. No... even before that. He isn't sure exactly when it had started, but feels that it had been building for a while. Maybe since the night of shared lethal nightmares? Or, perhaps there were related deaths even further back than that... It's so tangled, and trying to follow the multi-hued threads makes his head spin.
What he does know, is the stadium is currently suffocating in a dark aura that reeks of crimson-copper death, and he was drawn to it like a shark.
The seer settles in to the back-most bleachers, no snacks in hand nor festive colors worn. He seems disinterested in the duel and the chattering of the crowd. His eyes scan about lazily, wondering where the first spark of disaster will appear.
ooc spells used: guide (adv) des is here for the death, sign him up for DE thx
[attr="class","i1scroll"]his interest is piqued. infrequent are the times he bothers to visit such events — they are loud, exhausting, and more often than not, not quite as interesting as advertised. though perhaps his standard for excitement is set a little higher than most; a life on the seas, short-lived as it had been, gives one a certain taste for adventure that is not too easily forgotten. he has tried, of course, to stifle it with the sharp burn of alcohol or the dizzying aromas of a flower shop, but one can only dull it for so long.[break][break]
he meanders along the food stalls for a while, picks up a pretzel for himself and an extra for desmond just in case he might want one ( no matter if the seer doesn’t, taylan would never say no to a decent warm pretzel ), his eyes wandering. the air is suffocating in its fanfare the closer one gets to the front seats, and he is quick to retreat to the back of the stadium.[break][break]
“desmond,” he raises the extra pretzel towards the seer. “want one?”
Post by raven delacroix on Dec 27, 2018 14:36:07 GMT
Luckily there is a bigger event going on, so Raven doesn't have to try that hard to disguise herself. No one would look at her today, anyway. Everyone's eyes are on the duelists. They're pretty impressive, Raven admits, but really, she isn't here for the duel. But she has nothing else to do so she decides to watch for a bit. She has an appointment for a portrait sketch due in an hour.
She probably should go.
She doesn't.
Raven is always late to her jobs, though, they're probably used by now. This client in particular is a regular, he has Raven read in a blink of an eye. He's decent. His business is one Raven doesn't particularly hate. He protects the artists well, both from the traditional and performing arts.
For the first time in literally years, Raven is in an event where the attention is not focused on her. Feels good to belong in a sea of people. By now she has already realized that unless it's official, people doesn't really care about her on anyone in the performing industry. Her following is insignificant in the population of Salem. They can barely recognize her. She has been afraid for nothing. That makes her feel kind of silly, but mostly, she's just relieved. Today she doesn't put on a mask nor dyed her hair. She just applied a bit of make-up just to protect her skin from the sun and she's done. Just like that, Raven Delacroix is just a name. Not any artist or singer or performer. Just Raven Delacroix.
She still feels a bit anxious, though, seeing the media so close to her. They are just right there. But their lenses are not trained on her nor their pens writing about her. Today, she is just Raven of the Helios Knights enjoying the Empyreal Cup. Nothing more, nothing less.
notes // pls take her de virignity
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Just let me cry a little bit longer I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to Hey man, we all can't be like you I wish we were all rose-colored too My
"You've redeemed yourself, my child. I've never seen a flock so populous as this," says a woman's voice, drowned by the roar of the crowd as fire, ice, and light all mingle on the battlefield far below. Her hand gently squeezes the shoulder of the young girl sitting in a wheelchair in front of her. The girl, barely in her teens, is robed in what appears to be an oversized jacket, covering up all but the bottommost length of a hospital gown. She smiles, a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and pride wearing on her features, which seemed no less malnourished than when she'd been discovered in Amagika Park by some ill-fated strangers on the same night that Sundial was plagued by the walking dead. The woman gently strokes the dark hair of the young girl, and asks: "Would you like to rest now, my dear?" [break][break] "Yes, p-please," the girl's response is barely above a whisper, and her eyes are beading up with tears. [break][break] "You've done so well," the woman says, leaning forward to kiss the girl atop her head and allowing her own teal locks to pool around the younger witch's shoulders, "Sleep." Nearer to the dueling area itself, Medeia just nearly avoids a collision with a gryphon and its rider, aiden emerson. "Good morning," she replies in kind with a warm smile, "I appreciate Perry's enthusiasm, but please be a bit more careful around our guests." More injured citizens under the care of the Helios Knights was the last thing she needed right now. Even so, sensing the young boy's nervousness, her own tone is nothing but supportive. "Miss Fermont was not allowing any visitors this morning, and I have no intention of making her needlessly anxious. Although she is part of our coven and I am truly proud that she's made it this far already, I hope that she duels for her own satisfaction rather than a sense of duty." [break][break]"Pardon me -- High Priestess? We need to get going," a young male at her side, one of many Knight-affiliated guards, interjects. [break][break]"Ah, well then, I'll be on my way. You two enjoy the rest of the festivities," she says with a friendly smile as parting words to Aiden and his mount before making the rest of the way to her seat. [break][break]The danger in the stadium is not immediately apparent. Most of the crowd continues to fill the air with cheers, and there are no sounds of panicked shrieks or clashing steel break through the din. The first sign of this danger is quiet, and manifests as a ripple of slumping witches in a back corner of the stands as about 100 people fall unconcious in their seats. Those who approach the affected area would begin to feel drowsy, eyelids heavy. [break][break] Near the front of the stands, around where Medeia and some other highly ranked Knights and MVPs sat, guards begin speaking in a flurry of murmurs. A silent alarm had triggered at the use of unlicensed magic. An illusion? For what purpose? [break][break] "Well find them," Medeia hisses to the Knight providing her an update, neglecting to cover her lips or hide the furrow in her brow. OOC REMINDER! The third portion of the thread has begun! No new characters are allowed in this thread at this point.
[break][break] The next staff post will be in 3-5 days
[break][break] Current participants are listed below, with (DE) next to their name if they have consented to their character risking death for additional end-of-thread rewards. If you wish to change whether your character is participating in this thread with the DE risk or not, please do so within the next 2 staff posts. [break]heath ambroise (DE) [break]Billy Kasparian (DE) [break]ninos knight (DE) [break]Zephyr Hart (DE) [break]@emery [break]aiden emerson (DE) [break]claire fermont [break]Desmond Grey (DE) [break]taylan karga (DE) [break]raven delacroix (DE)
Post by heath ambroise on Dec 30, 2018 4:24:30 GMT
Heath frowned at the alchemist as he chewed through his food. You would think that after agreeing to go hunting for weird monsters with him, Billy would’ve been more willing to help him out. This was his rent after all. He narrowed his eyes at the joke, but kept his mouth closed. The pinkette nearly choked as the guy managed to steal some of his food, letting out a muffled noise in protest and pulling the skewer away. As the finalists are called to the stage, Heath attention drifts to the large screens, catching sight of Billy’s opponent. Just as he’s about to send the guy off with something encouraging his words warp into a surprised yell. “BILLY!” is all that he manages as the alchemist more or less absconds to begin his half-hearted duel. He didn’t think he’d use that in his article.
The journalist throws out the empty skewer, purchasing another one and sticking close to Zeph to watch their friend not try??? Super hard at fighting. It’s kind of a shame to be frank. After all the bragging he’d done one he reached adept he’d been looking forward to watching Billy go all out on something. Still, hopefully not trying didn’t mean not trying to get maimed by a boar. Vani had almost gotten him once and it’d been a pretty scary experience. Tusks so thick it was probably more blunt than sharp, making it worse as a piercing object. At least no one was hurt yet. Heath stared up intently eyes shifting from Claire to Billy before pausing for a moment as something strange caught his eyes in the corner. Though, as soon as he looked to it the shot changed to something else. Still the duel but just a different shot of it.
“Hey…did you see something weird just now?? In the corner of the screen?” he asked looking over at Zephyr and Spock.
The young man winked at the boar as the thing charged for him. For a brief moment it almost seemed like he would strike. Smoke would be all there was though as he made a beeline for the female witch instead. It was kind of funny... you know not for the boar but whatever.
"I wish I had a jacket, its a little chilly here for my taste~" he hummed as he raised his hand outward. Light seemed to pour out of it like strings that wrapped around his feline familiar. With a taught pull the cat was yanked away from the spell Claire was attempting to cast and towards Billy. Thank you Prismawire.
He kind of just wants to forfeit the match. The boar seems so mad right now. Like really mad. Well he kind of figured this would happen given how he tried to bbq the thing before. Well he really should just vanish and then it'll all be good. I mean... not really but he just kinda wanted to go home. Of course what was going to happen soon wouldnt allow that now would it? No.
Dr Puddy would be back in her witches arms within seconds. The young man hummed and would give her a scratch behind the ear despite them being in the middle of a battle. What would be the next course of action? What should they do?
The young man waved towards the woman whom he was fighting. "Hey I'm kind of tired. You're clearly strong so like I think this is enough right? So like is there a ref or something. HEY REF!!! CAN I FORFEIT OR SOMETHING???" He shouted this out looking for a ref as people seemed to be leaving? At least the important one he had been watching during the fight so far. Her. He really didnt want this to drag on for much longer. He just kind of wanted the whole thing over with. It was a pain in his side. Stupid tournament getting in his way.
[attr="class","inkpost"]a proud representative of the helios knights, he takes it. “she’s definitely crazy strong,” he agrees amiably, recalling their brief spar in the previous rounds. there is an undeniable raw strength about the knight-enchanter, bold and brazen and ( to put it bluntly ) terrifying to face in the arena. billy, on the other hand — that one’s a wild card. try as he might, ninos cannot decipher what on earth goes on in his covenmate’s head, though that could probably be attributed to the fact that they’ve scarcely interacted. that’s on him, honestly.[break][break]
he turns his attention to the field, just as he feels a warning gust of wind from the back and he sidesteps neatly, just in time to avoid being clipped by a gryphon’s wing. miro scrambles out of the way, diminutive in comparison. there is affection apparent between the girl and the creature, and he’s probably about to comment something trivial and inane, but his eyes are inadvertently drawn towards the VIP seating area, where a small unease has seem to fallen over the crowd; some are leaning in, exchanging hushed whispers ( or what he assumes are hushed whispers, from this distance ), their body language shifting abruptly from calm-collected-proud to being overlaid with a thin veneer of unease.[break][break]
so instead he says, low and conversational as he straightens up, scanning the area, “something’s happening.”[break][break]
@emery[break] time for death i guess
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2018 22:42:13 GMT by ninos knight
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"]Aiden is quick to nod at the High Priestess in agreement. He mumbled an ‘of course’ before staying quiet once more as she continued to talk. He’s simultaneously relieved and disappointed. He’d wanted to at least see Claire before her fight but at least he wouldn’t run into Charani Petrov this way. He gave the woman another nod as another knight approached them, interrupting the conversation. Aiden’s not about to protest however, more nervous than excited to be this close to his coven leader. “Thank you ma’am.” The redhead replied with a slight bow of his head. Peregrine, eyeing him and the coven leader relented and bowed his head slightly as well. Once she was well away the gryphon’s tail lifted upwards to smack the weaver upside the head lightly and letting out an amused squawk at him. Peregrine had never seen Aiden so nervous. It was funny.
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The rider huffed loudly smacking the large gryphons side while he let out what Aiden assumed was the screech equivalent of a Gryphon’s laugh. “You should be more careful, Perry. It’s cramped here.” He said while the large beast snorted before bending down to preen himself. The duel began and he’s a little amazed at how easily Billy could talk, even taunt, Claire. With a presence like hers he seemed entirely unfazed. Then again, he wasn’t in the coven anyway so maybe it was way different. Peregrine stands by Aiden, obeying his requests to minimize trouble. That is until a very loud pretzel vendor sneaks by the beast and he bends down to swipe four soft pretzels of varying flavors. Aiden’s focus on the match is interrupted as the vendor lets out a disgruntled ‘Hey!!’ and he sees Peregrine, beak to the sky, tossing up pretzels into his mouth hungrily. “Is that even good for you?!” Aiden screeched as the gryphon easily swallowed his loot before grabbing three more. At that point the vendor scrambled back with his wares while glaring at the bird and then at Aiden. “Sorry…here I’ll pay.” He replied hands quickly patting himself down until he reached into his bottomless pouch and pulled out a bright yellow coin purse with a canary’s face on the front. He shelled the gold quickly as the man retreated before casting a glare at his mischievous companion.
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“What if I hadn’t had the money for that Perry? You gonna cough up gold too? You aren’t sneaky you know.” He scolded but the bird seemed focused on else as he swallowed the soft pretzels. Dark eyes narrowed and Aiden to find the source. Just as he did there seemed to be a ripple that left him panicked as he watched a witch fall from their seat, then another and then tens more. “Uh oh.” Before he can even think, Peregrine flaps his wings, nervous and cautious while Aiden moves forward, making a beeline to the area. Peregrine tugged on his clothes as he reached the stairs grumbling something at him. Aiden turned frowning at the beast before patting him on the head and coaxing him to let go of his uniform. “Stay here, I’m just going to check on them ok?” he murmured as he scratched the gryphon. With a quick smile, the witch turned back to the stands climbing upwards, eyes sharp as he looked around for other knights to help him.
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As he approaches the first fainted witch he hesitated getting any closer, eyes swapping color as he activated his Clear Sight looking for the source of the sleep. This was obviously unnatural. His vision pinpoints something else that strange aside from a radius of mana, but a familiar sleeping face. It seemed so out of place really. The hospital gown, the gaunt features, but a name is on the tip of his tongue nevertheless. He stepped forward before immediately feeling the exhaustion he’d been hiding for weeks suddenly multiply. The redhead staggered, blinking a few times before touching his palm to his chest, mana sparking for a moment as Purge began to work its way through him, fighting the sleep while he moved closer. “Hey- Kid?!” he called out scooting past sleeping witches, a worried frown creeping onto face as he remembered the child that had been severely injured in the park. He racked his brain for a name before calling out to her once more with conviction. “Chrysanthemum!! Are you ok? Have you been released from the hospital?” Teal hair mingles with black and he slowly moves his eyes away from the child up to that. Her caretaker? A nurse? He didn’t know.
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[attr="class","a1notes"]fall @all hk sorry idk where everyone is in relation to this qwq but assume if ur nearby Aidne was like PLZ. s/n debuting lav's beautiful tempt i love them so much sobs
Last Edit: Dec 31, 2018 4:30:58 GMT by aiden emerson
Post by raven delacroix on Dec 31, 2018 12:11:23 GMT
Raven isn't really watching the match. She couldn't care any less about the two competitors. She isn't bitter, she really isn't. Her match with the blind girl ended up in a draw. Imagine, you're fighting a handicapped person and you still lost. Raven's pertaining to herself. She was miserable for about a whole thirty minutes. Some awful media people tried to catch an interview with her. As much as Raven wanted to give them the holy middle finger, she calmed herself, and rejected them with a perfect smile. As if she wasn't affected by how pathetic she was.
It's easy for her to notice what is wrong. She is one of the few ones not paying attention to the duel. She is watching the audience--watcheption--and is still dumbfounded over it's sheer size when suddenly, a quarter of them falls slack. It's easy to see, but hard to believe. Raven sits up slowly and blinks several times. Is she dreaming...? There is a hue of long teal locks at the very top of the stands. She remains standing in the midst of the slumped bodies.She tries to rack her brain of the reason why a bunch of people suddenly decides to sleep at once, but none came.
Now that she pays attention, though, she can see that the High Priestess Medeia is around and seems to be whispering to the Knights... about something. Raven is also at the VIP area, and it's quite far from the scene of the commotion. There are a few Knights starting to make their way to the area. Raven does, too. There is a Knight already close to the woman with teal hair, but he seems not to be talking to her. Right, he's talking to a kid in a wheelchair. She's still halfway through. She hurries, but her speed isn't enough.
"HEY!" Raven yells, hopefully loud enough for the red-haired Knight to hear. "That woman--she did not fall unconscious when the rest of these people did!"
It had been a while since Desmond had felt suspicious of any food offered by Taylan. Whereas scrying into the surface of his drink or peering at a meal's guide-colored aura was his standard procedure for food provided by nearly anyone else, the seer accepts the pretzel from the florist with barely a glance. A short "Yes," is the full extent of his reply, uttered after he'd already reached for the snack. Lan Ya had often chided his curtness towards those with whom he'd grown familiar, but her advice was not at the front of his mind at present.
It was in this glance towards Taylan that he saw it -- not even ten seats away, just across the aisle, people's heads hung limply from their necks and their eyes lay settled shut. And it wasn't merely a handful of people. Dozens, or perhaps hundreds, seemed to have fallen into this state. His gaze hovers over the fallen (Unconcious? Sleeping? Dead? He couldn't be sure) for just a second before standing from his seat and grabbing Taylan's wrist in one swift motion. "We need to move," he says, offering little in explanation as he begins to hastily make distance between himself and the sea of unresponsive witches. He couldn't claim to understand the nature of this danger, and was not reckless enough to face something with such a wide-reaching ability without reason.
He leaves his fate to his eyes, letting his vision blur into color and following the least dark hue.
[attr="class","i1scroll"]the pretzel is taken — he expected as much — and had he been any more expressive of a person, he may have smiled. as it stands, taylan moves to take a seat, eyes drifting to the stadium below where the increasingly one-sided match continues ( though not by virtue of a skill difference, but seemingly because one simply doesn’t care for it ). he doesn’t quite manage to settle in his seat, though. [break][break]
he finds himself, instead, in the process of being dragged away from his seat. the pretzel momentarily goes flying — he snatches it out of mid-air with his free hand before he begins to follow the seer, trying to the best of his ability to match desmond’s hurried stride through the row of seats. [break][break]
“we do?” he asks, brows drawing closer together in confusion. was there a better view elsewhere? perhaps desmond just noticed an old acquaintance neither wanted to meet. he spares a glance over his shoulder at the now-abandoned seats, and now he sees them: a whole crowd of people, slumped in their seats chin to chest, fast asleep when they should not be. “ah.”[break][break]
his step hastens after desmond; he spares a moment to kick the back of an oblivious stranger’s seat, nodding towards the unconscious witches. “move.”
[attr="class","gearcore"] Spock whines and slumps with disappointment when Billy says he doesn't care about the tournament and didn't expect to win. She wanted to have a party -- and Merlin knew that any excuse for celebration was long overdue in her and her witch's life.
But, with the finalists being called to the stadium, there wasn't time to argue.
"Ah, well... dependin' how he plays it out, I s'pose ya could write 'bout how th' match was intentionally thrown," Zeph offers to the interview-deprived Heath with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Spock makes another disappointed whining sound, however, and the crafter's free hand is prompted to retreat from Heath to scratch the back of her head. "Or throw some gold in a last-minute bettin' pool," he adds after a moment of thought. The only reason he wasn't doing that himself, is that Billy was exactly the type of person to say that he was going to throw a fight and then end up winning the whole thing anyway. He was an unpredictable one for sure.
To Zeph and Spock's disappointment, the atheneum screens which projected the battle showed that Billy had been honest about his lack of interest in this fight.
And then Heath asks if they'd seen something weird. "What kind o' weird?" Zeph asks with genuine inquisitiveness. He'd been paying attention more to the fight than the audience, unfortunately, and missed the first sign of danger. Maybe it was nothing, but, even if that were true, Heath's words did prompt Zeph to realize that they were only getting to see the parts of the fight that the Helios Knight athenians wanted them to see. There wouldn't be any harm if they captured it from a different angle, right?
Summoning up his hologram-like atheneum interface, Zeph sends a few fragments of it over the walls of the arena. The vision of the drones begin to pop up on his main interface as separate screens all at different angles. "D'ya remember where ya saw it?"
Heath sighed at his friend. “I suppose…” He didn’t quite remember if there was even a prize for winning the duel anyway, so he imagined it wouldn’t be incredibly scandalous if the match had been purposely thrown. Whatever the case an article was an article. He had to secure an interview with Claire. That would at the very least cinch the whole piece for him. He definitely perked up at the thought of throwing in a last-minute bet on the match. “Maybe- If we could find a booker real quick-” he murmured, taken with the idea before Sinclair piped up loudly at his feet. “Don’t even think about it! You don’t have the gold to spare right now.” The coati hissed loudly. He could barely get Heath to eat his hours and rest his stupid wounds and yet he wanted to bet on the off chance he could make a lot of money. What an idiot.
The journalist growled something back before focusing back on the match. It seemed for the most part that Billy hadn’t been lying. He covered his mouth about to burst out laughing as the alchemist seemed to pick up Dr. Puddy, Heath’s favorite in this match, and try to call it off. His attention snapped back to Zeph during this, pausing for a moment before speaking up again. “Uhh…I’m not sure but it was like… a weird movement behind Claire? In the way back of the stands.” He explained leaning closer to his companion and pointing at someplace on the screen. He took a moment to look over Zeph’s interface curious about other witches with the same affinity of his, having only tinkered with it for a bit.
Still, it was pretty useful for his line of work. He was glad he picked it up. It….didn’t exactly compliment plantshaping like alchemy, but then again he’d been trying to not fall back in with his old boss anyway. And they understood, if they were disappointed, for the most part. Good or bad, at least Heath had his work ethic to fall back on. “Sorry, I just caught a glance. Could’ve been a food vendor.” He added in case he was making a big deal over nothing.
Nearer to the dueling area itself, Medeia just nearly avoids a collision with a gryphon and its rider, 
