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.
Claire sighs as she balances herself. She feels the touch of the other woman, soft, light, comforting. It does put her at ease. Claire does not let go of those hands. She holds them as lightly as she can. "Okay," she says, letting go of her glum voice, instead opting to sound more... enthusiastic. Or at least she hopes too. She further relaxes her stiff stance. Soon, she is not only stepping right and left, but she is actually trying to swing around. If Evanora would follow, then the duo would be dancing in a small circle.
Claire takes the lead. "You're too kind to me," she says after a minute of dancing. "When this is over I'd like to meet you again, when I'm not making a fool of myself."
She's genuinely interested with this woman. She's beautiful, and she knows how to deal with people, with someone like Claire. The Knight is quite surprised when, even after being uncooperative, shitty and awkward, she is still here. She can always leave. This is swing dancing, you can leave your partner anytime.
She's still here, that's all that matters to Claire.
They are about to part ways. Before that could happen, Claire slightly tightens her hold to Evanora and looks at her in the eyes. Claire is still not happy about this. But nothing an be done except the woman's suggestion.
"Thank you. I'll try to enjoy myself."
Claire lets go, finding herself in the arms of her new partner.
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[attr="class","caliPost"]The dance was now in full swing and Drakos was only just getting there, granted it wasn’t his fault completely. The babysitter for Anya canceled last minute and he’d had to scramble to find someone else to watch over the little girl…thus the reason he was so late and perhaps looking a bit disheveled when he came through the grand doors. Max had apologized repeatedly for not being able to stand trying to stretch their distance but Drakos could understand. They weren’t strong enough yet and he’d had to soothe the musk ox before it finally calmed enough that he could come here without worrying Max would over work himself. He sighed as he shook his head, amused at how his familiar could act at times before looking around for his wayward friend…or perhaps he was the wayward one this time?
His gaze fell on the dark head of hair instantly as he noticed Artemi on the dance floor and he couldn’t help the small amused titter that escaped him. He wished there was some way he could have had someone record this but alas he’d missed it. Deciding he might as well join in on the entertainment he straightened himself up a bit, dusting off his soft blue suit that matched his hair and straightening the matching tie over the white button up shirt he wore. His impossibly long hair was in an intricate bun that somehow still managed to leave his features somewhat androgynous.
Drakos skillfully moved through the crowd, greeting people that he needed to greet or that he just recognized but he made sure to give a wide birth to elitists or possible family members. He didn’t want to deal with that kind of drama thank you very much. When he finally got to the dance floor, he tapped the person who was with his friend and gave them a polite smile, bowing slightly as he asked, “I’m sorry but do you mind if I interrupt this dance. I promised my friend a moment of my time.” Amusement lilted his melodic voice, secret laughter glittering in his eyes as they rested on Artemi, knowing it was his fault that the raven haired male was in this situation in the first place and enjoying it.
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Post by Billy Kasparian on May 21, 2017 23:29:15 GMT
TAGS @party NOTES dancing on the line GD7tl5Xf
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There was a ton of people dressed all fancy for this swing dancing ball party thing. Honestly if it wasn't for his mother pretty much forcing him and his sister to buy something mildly respectable he'd live in his over sized sweaters, red rain boots and skinny jeans. But he was told this was not the place to be wearing those kinds of things. He had a little bit of rebel in his wearing red sneakers instead of the high boots that were usually reserved for these kinds of functions but that was as far as he strayed. He didn't want to have her wrath upon him.
There was also some kind of raffle going on? He was never very lucky with these kinds of things but hey he'd give it a single shot. He hadn't been dancing with anyone so far thus it should be prudent for him to do something at this party after all. Maybe a little liquid courage would help him find an older man to chat up. Maybe a guy with a little salt and pepper to his face. He'd make an okay step dad after all... well to young kids at least.
The black haired young man headed over to the bar area where all the drinks and food were stored. He fought the urge to stuff some things in his pockets for later like a little kid and grabbed a small plate of snacks and some wine. He wasn't that big a fan of wine but its what adults drink right? He was much more a hard liquor man himself. It wouldn't be good to get smashed at this party though. He'd learned that the hard way at a Jester's Den gathering during prank week when he was a fledgling. He'd never forget that night... or well... technically he didn't remember it but he had been told it was wild.
He watched other people dance and it seemed to be a younger crowd then he expected. He thought it'd be like older families and old dudes but there looked to be a healthy mix of people his age... give or take a few years or so. It wasn't a bad thing but that meant more competition. Not that he was here to find a husband. That'd be way to much to ask for. Maybe just a boy to make out with drunkly in the back for a little bit. That was his goal. No names; no no questions; just lips and groping hands. After a few glasses of wine first.
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Of all the people who could have arrived so gallantly to his aid (which, between us both, could likely be counted on one hand), it had to be the man that Artemi had no desire whatsoever of seeing. The reason behind why he was even here, the root of his discomfort, the indirect cause of his embarrassment, his bane. His friend. Pah! The man had been rescinded of that title the moment Artemi had arrived here and found him absent! As dashing as he may have trussed himself up - a refined vision of soft powder blue in his suit and equally hued hair which, for once, was teased back into a subtle yet complementing bun - it would not spare him from the alchemist's pique! [break][break]
But... meekly... he allowed himself to be escorted away from the indeterminate dancer. For now. He mumbled something akin to what must have been an apology, but it was drowned out by the announcement calling for a small pause in the raucous music. At least he'd be spared their reaction; whether it be one of offense or amusement at his expense, he'd rather not know which he'd be offered.[break][break]
Once they were a relatively safe distance away, he let a scowl marr his features and the ungainly shuffle in his gait be more pronounced. The hint of colour in his cheeks and the shine to his eyes persisted. In Drakos' absence, he'd allowed himself to get comfortably acquainted with the wine they had to offer here so... his current state was Drakos' fault as well. It was all his fault.[break][break]
"About time you were so good as to grace me with your presence," he hissed mockingly, not even trying to conceal the vehemence in his words now that he'd been aptly loosened up by the local fare and the dancing. An inebriated Artemi was a little more... casual about the collected airs he usually kept. Ruffled, the ice conjurer took the small pause as an opportunity to correct his attire as he wandered near the raffle. He straightened his black tie and brushed back his onyx tresses, more unruly than ever given his recent exertion.[break][break]
With how his night was faring, he decided he might be a little blessed in other aspects of luck. Almost unthinkingly, he placed an offering for a ticket and plucked another glass of wine, yet his incensed gaze never retreated from the pastel-coloured male.[break][break]
"You didn't say I'd actually be required to dance. It was horrifying, Drakos. They just..." All of a sudden, aware of the timbre of his own voice now that the music had temporarily quietened, he hushed himself a few decibels. Back to a hiss over the brim of his wineglass, an ample amount of honey liquid swilling in its wide globe. "Horrifying. They just dragged me out as if I were some rag doll to swing around. Your idea to come here was - to be quite frank - dismal."
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Post by lynnelia arnett on May 22, 2017 5:03:21 GMT
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Sometimes she wasn't sure why she even bothered. [break] She hadn’t wanted to go, thought it to be too dangerous, but it was hard to resist when your familiar is so insistent. [break] You’re young, not everything out there wants to kill you. Live a little. [break] It’d been lectures like that dogging her the week before the event — Medea reminding her of her youth, of how she was “ruining” her young adulthood, how she should “loosen up” because of the amount of stress she’d been in lately. Once her excuse of the dangers had worn out, Lynnelia brought up her lack of proper attire — it was formal, after all, and while Lynnelia’s wardrobe wasn’t left wanting anything, she doubted any of it would suit the tastes of high society folk. [break] Then, out of nowhere, a variety of boxes had arrived on her doorstep — a beautiful dress, heels, and matching jewelry found inside. Lynnelia had not remembered paying for any of it — let alone having gone shopping any time recently — and all she had to go by was Medea’s suspiciously smug expression when she’d opened the packages. Do they even sell things to foxes? True, Medea was beyond ordinary and very capable of speech, but really? [break] Then came the issue of her attendance; she doubted people like her belonged anywhere near a place like that, but all Medea told her was that it was Nothing to worry about, Lynn. [break] So here she was, heart thumping erratically against her chest, donned in an elegant, white dress cutting a hint through her cleavage and leaving her back bared to the breeze, all of the dancing aching from the heels that just barely brought her to 5’5” in height (at least something good came out of this), standing off to the side of the ballroom without knowing what to do with herself anymore. She’d met many people, though fleetingly, and couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed herself thus far. She figured, however, that it was time to take a break from the festivities and sit down to rest at long last; she wouldn't ordinarily spare any bit of money toward the auction, as she was very careful with her funds (though, again, where her outfit even came from she didn’t know if she’d ever find out), but she figured for the occasion it wouldn't have hurt to try. [break] c6M7Xn3w [break] Right when she was about to sit down once more, she felt the brush of fingertips against her forearm, and before she knew it, she had been whisked away into the throng of people before her yet again. It was going to be a long night.
The dancing appeared to have come to a halt when the intermission had set in and it was an almost unfortunate event, despite not indulging in these events often; she would have found some solace in dancing with others even if it was just for a moment. She breathed out a small sigh, a gentle huff of air slipping past her lips as she pushed past the grand doors and entering the main hall of the event; eyes peering out onto the guests that filled the room nearly to a brim– everyone appeared so lively.
It was almost amusing, the atmosphere contagious as she glanced around the hall and it almost threatened to bring a small smile to her lips though she remained poised; aloof to the laughter and chatter surrounding her. It only took moments before she excused herself to an available seat, simply comfortable near the sidelines of the hall, she found there was no need to mingle with others; at least not quite yet. Eira pulled out one of the seats, settling down on the piece of furniture as she gazed out upon the crowd idly while her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress.
“I suppose I should’ve arrived a bit earlier…” She trailed, slumping a bit in her seat before she forced herself to correct her posture; it was something that her family had constantly corrected her upon in her childhood, it was mannerism that simply stuck onto her.
Despite the night drawing on towards a close, many people still enjoyed the lively atmosphere of the dance. [break][break] After what seemed like a thousand different dances and songs, the music suddenly stopped as a huge cheering was heard throughout the crowd of dancers, the loudest cheer coming from the pack of gale valley dancers that had initiated the dance. [break][break] In the arms of Vincente Mallori was none other than eira vadén . [break][break] A magical shower of multi-colored lights flashed over the dashing couple, Mallori smiling and looking as though he was dancing with his daughter, if not for his stark black and graying hair. [break][break] eira vadén has received:
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After the declaration of the winner, the night’s festivities are over. The next day after noon, the guests are invited back into the hall which has been dressed again for a more formal event. A stage has been set up, along which three distinct pedestals with contents covered by beautiful hand-woven cloths. At the center is a much taller pedestal whose contents are similarly covered. [break][break] Vincente Mallori, the mayor of Gale Valley, takes up the stage and begins a speech regarding the importance of city connectivity, transport, trade and co-operation. It’s well-delivered yet to the point. He then thanks a few sponsors and reflects on the funding of the charity and the raffle organized the other day. He gives a smile to his final dance partner in the crowd and begins to announce the raffle winners. [break][break] @misty has received:
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After the winners are given their well-wrapped gifts, the Mayor returns to announce the winner of the super raffle.[break][break] “And the winner is---”[break][break] A sudden noise, like something vacuuming up the very air of the room begins, a huge vortex-like-noise accompanied by the shattering of glass. Even with razor quick reflexes, the lights would be out before the witches could determine the source of the noise. [break][break] A shout of “Mr. Mallori” goes out, as glass shatters again and the guests begin to scream. Most of them have reflexively ducked to the floor under the cover of their tables or chairs. [break][break] A flicker of light goes on, followed by dozens of other flickers of light. Light-affinity wielding witches of the Starwatch have arrived on scene, and a huge shuffle are escorting the Mayor to a safer place.[break][break] “This place is in lockdown, starting now! Nobody move. We will identify the culprit. Do not do anything to incriminate yourselves.”[break][break] What’s going on?
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For some reason, all scrolls have stopped working and the mana in the area has become highly unstable.
Fledglings are likely to feel an oppressive, if not an out-right suffocating atmosphere.
All exits have been secured by members of Starwatch, and the huge hall is now lit only with a few glowing orbs of light summoned by Starwatch-affiliated witches.
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Lars couldn't believe this. He wasn't the type to follow and pursue luck. If anything he made it for himself with raw effort, but when the numbers of his ticket were called he had to do a double take. Shyly, he skirts up to the pedestals and receives his gift. Well wrapped indeed, and undoubtedly he looked like a blushing apple with how embarrassing the whole thing was. He merely nodded his head in thanks and held the thing close to his chest and returned to his table away from most prying eyes.
When he unwrapped it, he was befuddled, but upon touching the blank inside he noticed that there was fabric. He could've done back flips when he learned what the thing was and quickly put it on. Undeniably, he wasn't expecting it to show whatsoever and it wasn't but a cloak of invisibility? Truly the fruits of his labor! A welcomed blessing for a hunter and witch like himself!
He cracked a smile, as wide as he could make it whilst Schatten chuckled in his mind. She was also very pleased, purring mentally at this gift. And yet it all came to a standstill when a loud noise eradicated the calm and positive vibes the party had upon the goers. Glass shattered powerfully, and Lars covered his ears from the sound of it itself. He hadn't wasted time in diving under a table as soon as something was amiss but it was no less jarring.
What an oppressive energy that has befallen this place... Schatten chimed in, coaxing herself to appear by his side with Lars peering past fabric to get a glimpse of anything useful whether its the culprit or of the situation. Another blast, more screams, and Lars growled under his breath. This is why he hated parties. They were giant targets for villains to mess with at their leisure. It is a good play though, if anything considered. She added in, while Lars agreed he didn't exactly favor that it was against him. "It's hard to move...and breathe..." Schatten sighed as well, feeling the strain of such conditions weighing upon her as well. "What's going on...?" He was hard pressed to get out from under the table as if some grumpy cat that was hiding from some dogs.
Post by lynnelia arnett on May 23, 2017 5:58:49 GMT
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Lynnelia watched with a pleasant expression as those lucky winners went to collect their prizes; she was happy for them, and not at all bothered by her own loss — as least her money could do some good from where it was spent that evening. She was sitting at the same table she'd occupied the night before, leaning back in her chair with her leg crossed over the other and her hands resting upon them. Her pale blue eyes scanned the crowd, a force of habit, as if looking for someone, before resting back upon the mayor; Medea had taken her place beside her witch, sitting gracefully on her haunches beside Lynnelia, watching the events unfold with a cool, sharp look about her. [break] No one had been expecting it — or so everyone made it seem, for you can never trust anyone in situations like this — before the telltale shriek of shattered glass had punctuated the air and the gala was bathed with darkness. Lynnelia reacted immediately, throwing herself under the cover of the table, Medea having done the same, though she was almost guarding Lynnelia with the way her body was positioned. The screams of those around her filled her mind, and she had to remind herself to stay calm in a situation like this; she didn’t know what or who was behind this, and this wasn’t a moment to act rash or draw attention to herself needlessly. Everyone was already in a panic, and Lynnelia was well aware of the realms of what one can accomplish amidst chaos. [break] Are you alright? [break] She heard Medea’s concerned lilt filter through her mind, though Lynn merely nodded in response; the fox, however, was not looking at her, but instead watching the crowd around them — studying the room. [break] There’s no way out. They have all exit routes guarded, she said at last, solemnly. Understandable, of course. [break] At this point, Lynnelia could hardly pay attention, and Medea knew why; she could feel it, too. The immense, almost overwhelming pressure held above them. The entire atmosphere had shifted, and Lynnelia’s paranoia was beginning to kick in. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, and the lack of an escape route only worsened things for her, though she collected herself soon enough as she felt the fox’s muzzle pressing against her cheek; a reminder. Don’t do anything rash. [break] Taking as deep of a breath as she could, Lynnelia tentatively pressed her palms into the edge of the table above her, using her strength to pull herself upward enough to get a clearer view around her. She could feel Medea bristle defensively, but she knew the fox was likely feeling no better than she. She looked to her surroundings, noting a few struggling just as she was. A look of concern came over her. “Are you alright?” she asked to the person closest to her, a genuine air of kindness accompanying her words.
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Eira had almost considered it an amazing feat when the festivities continued once the brief intermission had come to a close and without word, she was whisked away into dance; short conversations with temporary partners before they would part their ways and be met with the next new face. It appeared that her late arrival to the gala hadn’t hindered her interaction with the party and as the night grew to a close, her last dance was met with a flash of dazzling lights overhead and the boisterous cheers of the dancers around her– Vincente Mallori, the mayor. The dance did not appear different from the rest though the smile she received from Mallori brought a small wave of comfort similar to a daughter dancing with her father and she made sure that she would provide the mayor a most memorable dance before she would parts ways with the rest of the guests; she was grateful to say the least.
Nestling herself among the crowd, she would return to the event the next day upon invitation like several other guests and her eyes were fixated on the pedestals before her; listening intently to the encouraging words of Mayor Mallori– her interest piquing slightly when the raffle winners were announced to the crowd. The victories seemed short-lived when the lively atmosphere transformed into something more heavy. Like several, she winced at the sound of shattering glass and ducked instinctively to shield herself while her eyes darted across the crowd in some feeble attempt to find an answer.
What’s going on? Eira would hear the faint echo of her familiar’s voice, she was at a loss for words; she couldn’t think clearly under the heavy atmosphere, “I’m not sure Lucia…” The witch would finally manage, she was unsure how to respond to Lucia’s concern.
Confusion, she could feel the confusion among the masses though she did not allow that to shake her bold demeanor, yet there was only so much she could do; her mind barely being able to focus under the suffocating feeling. What the hell was going on? The exits from the hall were blocked and it appeared that they were at the whim of Starwatch.
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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Well that was quite the uneventful evening. Apart from meeting a really cool monkey, he didn't get to make an impression on anyone else he partnered with that night, nor did he meet anyone he could really remember. Worse, with all the dancing he did, he didn't even get to grab a raffle ticket. That night he slept relatively peacefully, dreaming of chasing after monkeys holding tickets.
The next morning, Tony stood along with everyone else, clapping and congratulating the winners being announced on stage. It was unfortunate that he didn't get to win anything, though it wasn't a great loss. At least he got to enjoy the food and the dancing. This day promised to be another fun-filled festive afternoon, until the lights suddenly went out.
"Hell's Bells."
Every muscle in Tony's body tensed as he glanced around at all the noises that suddenly erupted from the commotion. In particular, he caught the sound of shattering glass and wondered if there wasn't something criminal afoot. As one small light after another came on, he saw several men and women arriving to take control of the scene.
Tony knew the drill. He stayed silent but alert as he stood close to the crowd, aware that any kind of shouting or protest would only bring trouble on himself. He happened to glance at the mayor as he was being led away, then scanned the area for anything else that seemed suspicious.
[attr="class","caliHead"]I wanna love you You make it so hard not to love you So take my hand take me away Don't want to wonder what we shoulda coulda been a perfect fit a big mistake Doesnt matter I have to know either way I let my heart come undone Hold on to me before i turn and run I wanna love you The corners of your heart no ones been to I wanna know you
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[attr="class","caliPost"]The bluenet was expecting the rant he got…or at least he had been expecting one but not to this magnitude. He took a close look at his friend and was amused to find that…Mr. Artemi seemed to be quite inebriated and how fun that was. A slow smile began to creep up on his face before he forced himself to fix it and give his friend an innocent look, “I hadn’t told you? I could have sworn I mentioned it.” Of course, Artie continued with his rant and how displeased he was about being forced to dance before finally Drakos tutted softly to interrupt his friend before he could start up another rant. “Now, now Artie this is a gala what did you expect. You cannot tell me you didn’t have at least a little fun. Besides it’s over now and I’m here I can’t help that I had to find another sitter for Anya.”
He was about to continue when his attention was grabbed by the announcement of prizes. Curious he shushed anything else that could have come from his friend’s mouth and watched in wonder as prizes were given away. He wondered curiously what the boxes held but was amused to see the raffle ticket he’d unconsciously bought on his way in had yet to receive him a prize not that he felt any which way about that considering how late he’d managed to arrive. Leaning towards his friend he asked, “What do you suppose they got?”
Drakos was about to speak once more when havoc broke through and he straightened up significantly, stepping in front of Artemi protectively as he watched. However, just as quickly the lights are off and his hand reaches out for his friend to make sure they stay together. “Artemi???” There is a little strain to his voice and unthinkingly he creates a flickering orb of light just as the room gains an almost oppressive feel to it. He has to grit his teeth and cling to the front of his suit with how it feels like something is slowly pressing down on his chest and to make matters worse he was having a hard time holding on to his orb. He could feel it wanting to break and the moment his concentration on it broke as he looked to see if he’d managed to grab ahold of his friend…the orb burst with an almost violent pop.
It made the light user feel oddly sick and swayed for a moment before ignoring it, part of him wanted to worry for his daughter but he hoped that as she wasn’t here there was nothing to be concerned about. However, for now they were stuck here and that was the more pressing matter. “What’s going on?” There was only a hint of stressed annoyance in his voice, worry for what could possibly be happening out there added to the oppressive feeling within made it so that he wasn’t feeling fond of being trapped. Remembering Artemi’s plight however long ago he scowled lightly and growled under his breath so only his friend could hear, “This had better not be some prank.”
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the dance is almost familiar by now. "glad to hear that," is a smooth response, coupled with an easy smile. old steps, old dance. their conversation -- new, unfamiliar partner notwithstanding -- that is. "it's been great so far. i mean, they have free drinks." he laughs then, borderline boisterous, but reined in with an unexpected sense of propriety for the circumstance of his birth ( relative to the typical person who frequents such events, he supposes ). "what's not to like?"
later, when the winner of the dance is congratulated, he maintains his opinion -- the event is progressing rather perfectly. not a hair out of place, not that he can tell. granted, by this point his judgement is debatable, and he wants nothing more than to retire to his room to sleep.
( and so sleep he does. it is not till shortly before they are recalled does he scramble around to get dressed and wrangle himself into some semblance of presentability, before he is returned to the ballroom once more. )
prizes are given out, winners make their way onto stage; maddox looks almost proud as lars makes his way onto stage, the only familiar face to find his way to the ballroom stage thus far. it all changes very quickly: glass shatters, and it sounds as though the very air around him is screaming, roaring furiously, a slash of angry crimson with that telltale shriek. immediately, he finds himself on the ground -- not under the cover of a table unlike some smarter souls, but unlucky enough to bash his shin against a table leg -- cycling through his memory to recall whether the attack is one by leviathan, or by an unknown assailant.
'you're an idiot.' an immediate remark courtesy of his familiar. the moose does not materialise, but scoffs loudly regardless. maddox, at this moment, can't quite refute the statement. instead, his eyes are darting around the room, looking more curious than afraid. for a moment, his next breath is difficult, and he almost has to gasp for air, but the feeling slides off him like water on a seabird. ( a witch of leviathan thrives in conflict, he recalls his father telling him, and wonders if this is why an impulsive grin now tugs on the corners of his lips. )
"are you alright?"
he looks over, and makes a conscious effort to smooth over the smile. it would probably be suspicious. "quite," maddox replies quickly, then feels slightly guilty about not reciprocating the concern. pulling himself into a crouching position, he nods towards the stranger. "yourself?"
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Post by Ambrose Bellamy on May 23, 2017 17:52:46 GMT
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The raffle time begins, and Ambrose listens to the winners' names announced with an amused smile. He never truly expected to win, and so there's been no lost dreams on his part. It's too bad he didn't win, but he'd taken a gamble. No matter - his luck would even out later.[break][break] Or would it?[break][break] There's a sound that sounds like a whirlwind, a sound like shattering glass, then the lights fade out. Someone yells out to the mayor, just before the noise and screaming are accompanied by more breaking glass. Ambrose ducks his head, holding his arm out to prevent anything from falling on his face or into his eyes. He keeps his demeanor cool and calm - no use panicking and losing any sense and reasoning. His icy gaze sweeps over the scene, hoping to spot any clue that might indicate what happened.[break][break] The starwatch files onto the scene, quickly stating the place is on lockdown before escorting away the mayor. Ambrose's eyes narrow as he sees all the exits are covered. So much for any escape route. He supposes the best thing to do is simply wait and see how things play out, but he can't shake off that feeling as if something heavy is on his chest. He wants to summon even a small beam of light if he can, just to better see, but he supposes that's not a good idea right now.[break][break] His breath is shaky, though not from fear. He's having trouble breathing, and he can't figure out why. Perhaps it's the magic? Is the mana in here unstable? He can't tell for sure, but he's at least staying upright and on his feet, ready to move at a moment's notice.
Post by Matteo Garcia on May 23, 2017 18:15:15 GMT
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[attr="class","jarburnbbat"] Zephyr Hart || rip gotta get that ap
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[attr="class","jarburnbblyr"]Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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Just moments after he's gone up to Zephyr, the mayor starts announcing the winners. A lovely gal is the last one to be in the mayor's arms, and Matteo claps enthusiastically to congratulate the winner. The later announcements go on to announce the raffle winners, and as Matteo glances at his ticket stub, he sighs with disappointment. No win tonight. Oh well.[break][break] He's about to barrage Zephyr with more questions when a noise which makes him think of a vacuum permeates throughout the room, followed by the shattering of glass and the lights dimming. There's yelling and confusion about, and Matteo's among the ones who are totally baffled with what's happened. He's about to take out a MiniLitesaber^TM when witches from Starwatch flood in and the lights flicker back.[break][break] "Lockdown?" he mumbles, astonished as he withdraws his hand from his toolbelt, leaving behind the MiniLitesaber^TM. Frankly, he's a little horrified. He was hoping to head back home, kick up his feet, get a hot bath or something. As much as he enjoyed the dance, parties of this caliber really weren't for him. But now he'd been caught up in something far more serious, and it worries him. He doesn't want to worry his mother, either.[break][break] "What do you think happened?" he asks offhandedly, in an attempt to keep himself from getting worked into a panic. "Monsters?"
