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.
[attr="class","incarcerate"]Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
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[attr="class","denomination"] Attempting to get back into the business was difficult. A theif in the modern time simply wasn't well payed unless they could pull off a miracle or three, and Rhea was in the middle of just that. Or at least, an attempt. A robbery in braod daylight, now that would have attracted some attention. Unfortunately, she hadn't made the swooping cut that was required for it to happen smoothly.
Zerif was going to have a field day with shouting at her later, but for now, both the bird and the mistress refrained from any kind of conversation except direction giving and taking. Zerif took to the skies, and since Rhea hadn't quite figured out how to see from his eyes yet, she'd have to blindly follow his directions through the maze called the Sundial ports.
She was running. And she was running hard and fast, as fast as she could go. Which, considering over six years of being actively involved in this kind of crime...was pretty freaking fast. It was a full thirty seconds of her top speed before Zerif gave her the okay to slow down, and she gave Zerif the okay to fly somewhere inconspicuous and trash his red hankerchief for the time being.
She jogged, slowing down enough so that she could become aware of her surroundings. She felt a sickening unease because of Zerif's distance from her, but she swallowed it down with the fear and the exhaustion. There was a small gash across her forehead and blood was pouring out of it, and the rest of her clothes weren't exactly in top condition.
She paused at a turning point and muttered a dozen profanities, pulling the scarf off her neck to try and tie across her head. She was in the middle of the pulling action when she looked up, seeing someone on the other end of the little passway made by two huge blocks of cargo.
Rhea breathed out heavily, smiling a crooked and dangerous smile. "Why hello there."
[attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
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Honestly, Anair wasn’t sure how things turned out the way they had. One minute he was relaxing in his own little apartment and then the next he was chasing after Blair because she’d decided to randomly appear in front of him before darting off. He could strangle the overly large fluff ball at times. However, being too far from her created an odd twisting sensation that sent him into what he could only guess was a panicking feeling. It was probably why every so often she would stop just before it got to that point before starting all over again once he was close enough. He wasn’t quite tired yet but his patience was beginning to wear thing and he was beginning to consider just stopping all together and seeing if he could deal with the odd sensation that was caused when he was far from his familiar.
Blair had just darted around a corner when he was considering that and he followed behind her, only to stop when she was nowhere in sight. He could feel her presence, feel the cold comfort her shadowy form brought to him and unthinkingly his body unwound itself from its tense posture as his gaze flickered about the entrance of the passway. He eyed both cargo boxes trying to decide which he should check first to end this ridiculous game the mischievous creature was playing when a noise caught his attention. His gaze snapping up in time to see an all too familiar face…
Rhea. Fucking. Gale.
Fuck. No.
His feline familiar was all for herself he was getting the fuck out of there because if Rhea was in the vicinity that meant nothing good was going to happen. He turned right back around, ignoring her “dangerous” smile and was about to make a bee line for the corner again when Blair stepped out in front of him. An all too smug look on her face and a satisfied air hovering around her as she sat down, tail curling around her feet delicately. He gave the feline a frigid glare knowing exactly what she was up to and none too pleased with it. Reluctantly, he slapped on one of his signature goofy grins and turned back to Rhea as though only just noticing her, “Rhea? Well, well, well what are you doing here? …In a place like this?”
[attr="class","incarcerate"]Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
[attr="class","incarceration"]@anair
[attr="class","denomination"] It was Anair. They'd gone on a few missions together, and Anair was a little too mild for her tastes, to the point where she often glossed over him. Regardless, she didn't feel any adversity (or really, anything at all) towards the male. "Oh, Anair, that you?" Her facial recognition was getting wonky it seemed, judging by her response time. Or maybe it was the fact that she was still catching her breath.
You've lost them for now and you can praise me later, Zerif informed her, and Rhea snorted dismissively. "Yeah yeah, thanks a bunch." She spoke while distracted, quickly taking up her scarf and tying it across her head in tight circular motions.
Once she was finished, she outstretched one hand to the sky like she was summoning a gigantic sword, just as Blair appeared before her. From the skies, the Eurasian magpie swooped down and slowed dramatically, makign Rhea's make-shift headband spin in the wind. He pearched carefully on her fingers and she pulled the hand down, all while listening to what the cat had to say.
"You see me bloodied and bruised runnin' in the docks and you can't put together the pieces?" she said teasingly, though there was a smile on her face. "Let's say some nasty folk are on my trail for now, yeah. What about you two? Come to sight-see?" Even as she greeted them, her eyes began scanning the surroundings, looking for escape routes should she need to run again.
As you could tell, Rhea wasn't the type to mince words, whether with friend or foe. Or, in Anair's case, someone in the between.
[attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
[attr="class","windysapphire"]
Anair could never tell if his companion and familiar was ever actually serious when she gave that considering look to other people’s familiar. It was a hungry look that immediately got her tail swishing and her claws unsheathing but so far she’d only ever tried to eat one persons familiar…hopefully once was enough cause he wasn’t too fond of the way she was currently eyeing Rhea’s familiar…as she’d done many times before. There had been a few times where she’d openly contemplated attempting to eat the avian companion when they were home and he had no doubt that this was her attempt to get a closer look at the avian during a less severe time since they weren’t on a mission. A part of him knew that there would be no restraining her if she did decide to leap up and nab the bird. However, his attention was drawn back to Rhea when she began to speak up once more after addressing what they’d just asked.
See? She was absolute trouble with a capital ‘T’. Once more a part of him wanted to turn right around and leave so he could escape anything that was no doubt going to happen because of her mischief. Instead he merely cocked an eyebrow at her response and gave a mildly amused grin. “Oh? What have you gotten your hands in this time? Anything good?” His eyes also began to comb the area, making sure that if someone did come looking for the female; he’d be out of sight long enough to be left alone by anyone chasing the girl.
“Blair needed to get some fresh air and she must have noticed you because she suddenly took off.” Not a complete lie but not the whole truth either. He leaned against the closest wall and gave Rhea a thoughtful look. Supposing he might as well lend a helping hand he shrugged his shoulders as he spoke up in a hopefully helpful tone, “Do you need a cover story if someone does happen to come looking?” he pointed over his shoulders as he said, “It might be wise for us to start walking if you’re up for it, that way we don’t look like some random but suspicious strangers meeting in a fairly empty passage.” And with how uptight some people were it would indeed look suspicious enough for some questioning if anyone passed by and looked in…perhaps anyone important wouldn’t even ask questions.
rhea gale , i apologize wrote this while falling asleep x.x
[attr="class","incarcerate"]Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
[attr="class","incarceration"]@anair
[attr="class","denomination"] Zerif ruffled his feather uncomfortably. The cat's stare made him uneasy, and he hopped from Rhea's hand to her shoulder, eyes trained on the cat and spirit wary as he waited for it to make the first move. Its tail was swishing, but Zerif's eyes were trained on the cat's eyes. Still, but ready to fight. Or take flight. Whatever came first.
Meanwhile, Rhea was undisturbed by her familiar. They didn't have a 'loving emotional' bond, and she supposed Zerif's concerns were his own and there was little no nothing she could do about them (if she even sensed them in the first place). "Hmm?" she asked, shaking her head teasingly. "No, no. That's a secret you don't need to worry yourself with."
Generally, she would have been a bit more aggressive when someone was curious about her goods (territorial, people said, but she thought it was more protective) but given that Anair was a member of Leviathan she gave him the benefit of the doubt. "D'aw, you that fond of me?" she asked, smiling ear to ear as she looked back at the cat. Zerif gave no comment.
Rhea blinked for a bit when Anair spoke. It took her a while to process the offer that came out of nowhere, but she flashed the boy a genuine smile (you could tell because it wasn't half as big or an ounce as threatening). "You're a good guy, you know. I'll take you up on that offer," she said, suddenly feeling a stark nostalgia for the days she could rely on her fellow banded thieves. She could trust Leviathan, sure. But she hadn't quite taught herself how to depend on a group so shrouded in mystery just yet.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get walking. You know a good alchemist round these parts? Hopefully with steady hands and tight lips, if you know what I mean. I knew a guy, but the last time I visited he told me he'd gone clean. Hah."
She shook her head, walking boldly forward and a little too close to Anair. Zerif, giving up, took to the sky again.
Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
