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.
Eleanor was positively brimming with energy and happiness. The way her eyes lit up so had Roderick suspicious that she truly had much in store for him these few days. Her brief usage of crude language had the cherubic man's eyebrows rise just a little. In such an environment, such language would be frowned upon, but it was just more to marvel at from how refreshing the whole thing was.
Freeing up his schedule was another matter entirely though. He had discussions to be made and meetings later tonight for his next performances, but perhaps he could get some time in for himself?
They did value him getting as much exposure as possible so pitching the idea of acting like a normal person in society but functioning as an advertisement for himself at the same time was possible. That should work. "No, I do not. Mostly meetings and talks with various high class parties. If I've impressed them today, they will want to invite me to their events." He explained this, a never ending cycle. There is always money to be had for those that watch his performances. Thus, each had to be at his best. There was no such thing as a shoddy ill-prepared performance when you want to sell a performer.
Post by Eleanor Afolayan on Jun 27, 2017 17:18:11 GMT
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@rodie
baby i can see your halo
[attr="class","diag"]His expression shifts. There is surprise without the characteristic furrowing of brows that judgement entails. Amusement, perhaps, at Eleanor's words. She notices this first, but there is also a shift in their surroundings that she notices only once her eyes fly past Roderick's silver tresses and settle on the scandalous yet very expected sight of a positively drunk Brunhilde being very nearly dragged across the ballroom and towards a chaise. Even Eleanor can't find the courage to sigh, but her head tilts to a side in resignation and a manner of affection towards the flashy woman she'd come to the party with.
"It's settled, then," she turns to the young man briefly, just long enough to look at him in the eye and let him know that he wasn't allowed to back down from their appointment. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9," she says, already readying herself mentally for the literal hurdle that taking Bru home would be. Thank the spirits above that she had a carriage to take both of them back, because Eleanor sure as hell wasn't going to carry the plump woman herself. Even with magic, she wasn't strong enough for such a feat.
Her heels click against the floor as she starts to make her way towards the scene. After one last glance back at Roderick, she adds with a smile, "Dress casually!"
Both women would be out the hall's doors in a matter of minutes, but the party would go on without them.
