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.
tae doesn't look up as he curls his fingers around each other, the skin of his palm warm underneath the sunlight provided. he's standing in the shade of a building, leaning against a wall of a building. it's an interesting one, as buildings go (and he stifles a chuckle at the thought, because since when has he exhibited an interest in architecture?). at any rate, however, it sates his thirst for something interesting in the rather dull day for around three fractions of a second before he straightens up.
cleverness is a good trait, he assumes. a positive trait to possess, a sort of feeling that he enjoys when he actually gets to put that cleverness to use. but right now? it feels dull without something to occupy his mind.
does that make him demanding? hard to please? almost definitely, perhaps. he's meticulous with his work, careful, a perfectionist-and demands that not only of others, but of the world as well. why should he put in his effort and care and devotion into something that doesn't reward him in ways that keep him occupied so he can continue to procure that level of work (and perhaps it's arrogant to assume that his work is on the level of good that he does, but it's something that he cannot stop himself from believing.)?
the answer is simple: he doesn't.
it does reward him. he meets newer, more fascinating people that are so much better than the tired, trite acquaintances that he himself remembers procuring. and one of them...he tilts his head, eying the reflection of sunlight on the shining stones near the potted plants before him. tae clicks his tongue absently. yes, he's supposed to meet one of them around this time. he had departed early just to remind himself, and they haven't even shown up yet. for shame.
@misty
and we said this has only just begun in the end time forever favors the young
The conversation that he had with this unknown character was to put it absolutely outlandish. In the high of this conversation yesterday, Lars gave the man a proposal: if you truly wish to befriend me, then give me something in return. Show me the customs of this place and I’ll consider it. Seems that he kept his word, since he gave a meeting place for the first excursion of modernity. Lars was bluntly speaking, nervous as all hell about it. There was an excitement running through his veins, but fear at the unknown. It was a strange concoction that didn’t happen so often, but it was a daily reminder with every person he saw that didn’t have features like his.
And that was none so far, mind you.
As any hunter would do, he surmised, is to gather as much information as possible. Recently joining Leviathan was a good step in the right direction, but taking the initiative to go out on his own was just as well meaning. As was making friends as much as a failure he was with this. It was not his forte, and he doubted that people could read and interpret him from just physical touches and stares. But the way this man spoke, maybe there was something to be gained with learning how to speak more eloquently? But as he walked along the path to his destination, he shook his head.
No, what use is that? He speaks crudely and bluntly and it should stay that way. Yes, a curl in his tail indicated his rising positive mood at this conclusion and soon he saw the man in the distance. “…” Should he say hello? Alert him to his presence somehow? His thin brows lowered, knitting into some expression of inner frustration, but whatever it’s not like he knew the guy well and had to make a stellar first impression because he had to.
“You.” A grunt, long tail curling from behind further. “Hello.”
there's a flicker of a pause where tae doubts the other will show up. charming as he was (and here he stifles a low chuckle), there were others who could guide him to his goal and in far better ways than he. after all, tae could be...difficult. he had proven himself as such many times before, and that didn't seem to be likely to change now, not after all these years. and for the sake of simplicity, it seemed like the witch had chosen to not show up, perhaps in search of another guide. good for him, bad for tae. he sighs, brushing a hand through his hair. how depressing.
but though a part of him expects the worst, another part of him brushes off the worry. why be concerned, after all? lars had seemed awkward, out of place, unsure. he wouldn't have looked for someone.
the possibility of doing such might have never surfaced in his mind.
he catches a steadily approaching black blur, which makes him-well, he can make out the figure of the other. he straightens up, pushing himself off the wall. oh, so he did come. excellent. tae raises his hand in a wave, already beaming and practically radiating light, though not literally. who had the time for that, after all? (he actually did have the time for that, if he had the time to escort the equivalent of lost kittens around the city and escort them and inform them, but that wasn't the point.) tae takes a couple steps forward, accidentally jostling a woman and taking the time to make sure she's alright. by the time that he looks up, lars is already fast approaching and if possible, his smile grows even brighter.
"hello," he chirps brightly as soon as the other enters his hearing range. tae dips into a bow, inclining his head as soon as he comes back up as if he were taking a second one. he chooses his next words with razor-sharp care, his expression perfectly innocent but eyes dancing with something similar to mischief. "it is i, friend. i wonder what brings you here-though i don't complain in the presence of such fine company."
@misty
And we said This has only just begun In the end Time forever favors the young
Lars didn't like a lot of things about Tae. First off, he was beaming a smile that Lars himself felt was unnecessary. There wasn't really anybody besides his companions in the woods that so much as found his presence to be positive. Then there was how Tae spoke in general. The transfigured man could only describe him as a fop. A really foppish man that liked to hear his own noises. So, when Tae greeted him in a much more cheerful voice, Lars's own expression was like a sour grape that had the ability to convey wariness. He didn't like it. Let his gut not fail him today.
He pursed his lips at the bow, even understanding that such things were done out of respect and formality. His words were met with an annoyed stare. Bad enough this guy was taller than him, but to hear him feign ignorance for why he was here? Unacceptable. A low growl settled at his throat, wisping from his lips like gas slowly seeping out from a barely open pot. "We aren't friends. I'm here from our deal, so stop playing dumb and let's start it already." They may as well had been complete opposites. Two individuals that weren't meant to meet and mingle with each other, and yet here he was anyway.
the other's expression is hardly a deterrent, though tae can practically feel the displeasure radiating off of lars in waves. instead of responding in kind, he innocently tilts his head. such blatant dislike is something that he secretly mocks in waves of disgust inside of him, contempt bubbling up in his blood like the surface of a bubbling potion. his affectations are fickle, his pleasant demeanor more so, and sometimes he feels far too much to be healthy, masking withering glares and acidic insults with saccharine smiles and heavy-lidded eyes. this is not quite one of those times, merely a rush of distaste rushing through him, but he still...
he still what? tae brushes off the emotion like a water fowl brushes off liquid on their feathers, projecting his beaming smile to reach a new level of brilliance. however, lars continues to frown at him, and growls.
is he truly a beast? tae's smile quickly reverts to a frown, and the witch blinks.
"fine, fine, whatever you want," he secedes, allowing the other to do as he wishes. his expression smoothes out, returning to a carefully neutral countenance, but his eyes sparkle. tae takes a moment to pull out the pocket watch he took the liberty of bringing from his pocket, clicking it open and taking the time. the face is smooth, glossy, and cool-he runs his nails over it absently as he reads. ah, they're right on schedule. that's charming-he nods to himself, satisfied, and snaps it shut, feeling the curve of the watch slide down into his pocket, turning to the other. he waves his hands around, punctuating each word with a movement of his wrists. the intricate ring he always wears on his index finger gleams in the sunlight. "so, my dear companion. do you have a particular interest in any location?"
there's a beat where tae takes the liberty of invading lars's space, just for a moment-he's extroverted, not suicidal. he skims his fingers against the edge of the other's shoulder, and then leans back, smile quickly growing on his face. acting as if nothing happened, tae turns around, motioning for lars to follow his footsteps. it should be a short trip, he believes-or, at the very least, it can be. or it could be a longer one, but he doubts the other will allow him to stay for that long. how stingy of him, to be perfectly frank.
@misty
And we said This has only just begun In the end Time forever favors the young
He really wished that this guy wouldn't play dumb with him so much. Lars had a quick idea to just up and go, but he didn't like breaking oaths or vows. He was stuck out of his own moral code and pride here. How vexing. While he appreciated being given whatever option he liked, Lars didn't exactly know many places at all. He stayed with a guy his age (albeit a bit older) at his place out of general kindness and a need for shelter. However, besides where he met up with his fellow coven members Lars knew little of his surroundings.
What a careless hunter he has become, trying to be sheltered when the world was so large and vast sans his forest. He ponders this carefully. How do you tell a pretentious man that you know little of this place in a tone that is acceptable to his socially awkward yet proud standards? He wasn't so engulfed in these thoughts to ignore the gentle touch to his broad shoulder. It caused him to whip his head in the direction of it, growling briefly. "I'll learn of places as I go along." It was a gruff response, but the growl would speak on its own for his lack of delight of being touched without permission or knowing him well. Now it bothered him as he followed after him as if a bug had touched it and he needed to smack his shoulder.
"What is a good place for foraging? ...." But then again, did people here even forage? Maddox brought him food, but he never learned how he got it in the first place. "...foodstuffs?"