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.
Post by Billy Kasparian on May 23, 2017 22:49:45 GMT
TAGS @misty NOTES dancing on the line
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There was a lot of applause as each winner came up and got their prize. Three winners and the fourth having won some big prize for being the last one with the dude in charge at the end of this party. Or it would be the end if things didn't go so very wrong.
Billy was just sipping his drink like a good... mildly tipsy witch when it all started to happen. There was the sound of glass smashing... it didn't sound super close but it was for sure within this room. His natural instinct to not die kicked in and he ducked under the nearest table. Said table was also currently home to a probably invisible boy that he was not really paying much attention to as the commotion was pretty easy to get lost in.
Dr Puddy however seems to have bumped into him and was currently attempting to rub up against the poor kid with her cheek. She didn't seem at all like she cared about the commotion that was going on. Damn cat. Billy could feel his breathing become labored, the air thick with something. Intent perhaps? He couldn't be sure... it just... everything felt off. Strange.
"Well this is awesome..." he hummed to himself sounding a little bit annoyed. He was still buzzed enough that it tempered his reaction. He was still a little happy and giddy because of the wine so he wasn't in full blown annoyed anger at someone crashing a party like a dick. Not the good kind either. The annoying kind that nobody liked.
Lars flinched when a gust of air moved through the underbelly of the table to which Schatten looked to whom had entered. Another male had entered and while Lars would grunt and gain distance something soft and warm was brushing up against him. Now, because the hood wasn't up on his trusty new cloak, he was most certainly not invisible. Lars's eyes immediately trailed down to her, not a care in the world as she lovingly gave him affection. While it was very cute to see her squishy, furry face press against him like this, Schatten was less than pleased.
Practically appearing from the side and peering at her like an enraged phantom. Stepping up to her, she wordlessly put a paw to her face and pushed forward so at least she knew of her presence and to back away. The Bombay cats copper eyes were fierce and she despised that this creature was so close to him and a fellow cat no less! Unforgivable!
Lars's ears twitched, merely looking at the man that now shared his space. "...who even are you?" What an incredibly underwhelming reaction. Half tempted to be that one child that doesn't want to share but in this case its under the safety of this table.
Post by Billy Kasparian on May 24, 2017 1:00:53 GMT
TAGS @misty NOTES dancing on the line
❀
Billy looked over to the young man who had like just his head floating? What kind of neat trick was that. It was like that box that sawed people in half from the circus! That is so freaking cool. Like super cool.
Dr Puddy didn't seem to really pay any mind to the other cat. She was acting like she had done nothing wrong of course. She just looked at the bombay cat with an innocent look on her face and made a soft mew. She didn't seem to put much weight in the other cat's angry eyes. She hadn't really said a word either, just acting like a regular house cat. She turned her attention back to Lars, mewing at him because he was not currently petting her or giving her attention.
"Oh um... my name is Billy? And I did not make glass shatter...? Well I may have dropped my wine glass during the commotion so that might not be totally true but uh" he coughed a little embarrassed about that last fact. Well it was so sad too. That poor glass of wine didn't get to be finished. He didn't even really like wine that much but tipsy Billy liked any alcohol.
"AH LOOKIT HOW CUTE." Yes that screech was way to loud when they were hiding. He was of course pointing and referring to the bombay cat that was currently right by them. She was so adorable he could probably spend hours petting her. He was currently sober enough to hold back from doing so. I mean who just pet a strangers cat? That's weird.
[attr="class","gearcore"]Before the chaos ensues, Zeph hears his name called by a familiar voice. Spinning around, eyes searching, he grins when he sees his friend approaching. "Matteo! What'd'ya mean what am I doin' here?" As if to prove a point, Spock leaped to his side and clasped their hands together before the two dipped down in a tango-like pose. The synchronization of the brief display was impressive -- only possible between a bound human and familiar. "We're always up for a dance." As he stood back up straight to resume a normal posture, Zeph lifted up the arm which Spock was clinging to, allowing her to take a seat on his shoulder and get a better view. "What about you, though?" he asked the other tinker with a tone of genuine curiosity, "I didn't think this'd be your kind o' scene. Wish I did -- I would've had someone t' pester earlier. Oh! But did ya get over to the table o' food yet? The cooks in this city are fuckin' awesome." The blonde's eyes flicked briefly to the table in question, wanting to wander over there before the next event started.
Alas, this was not to be.
Zeph had quieted down to let his friend check the numbers of his ticket, patting him on the back when all three prizes were awarded to others. "That's Luck for ya. She must've known ya already make cool shit for yourself an' rigged the game." Not soon after, however, it sounds as if air around the stage rushes unnaturally, followed by shattering class, darkness, and panic. Zeph's eyes immediately darted to the stage, trying to see what had happened to the v.i.p. announcer. This series of events screamed assassination, which was a bit concerning since he hadn't heard about any plans like this from Leviathan. There was some unknown individual (or faction) with unknown motives in here. It could have been anyone.
"I dunno, mate..." when his friend asks what happened, "I reckon monsters would've been causing more of a ruckus right about now." Although his voice sounded casual enough, the smile had left his face and Spock clung to his shirt like an adamantium vise-grip. "But, uh, ya don't have any o' those confetti things on ya right now, do ya? That'd be one helluva misinterpretation." Zeph was, of course, referencing Matteo's confetti bombs, which were styled to look like real bombs: less than ideal, given the current atmosphere. Matteo Garcia matteo pls, a plastic litesaber isn't going to help u
Post by artemi zakharchenko on May 24, 2017 3:41:13 GMT
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This night just certainly kept on improving...[break][break]
Everything felt as though it happened simultaeneously before his very eyes. One moment Drakos was asking him for his suppositions on what the secondary raffle prizes could be and the next... they were plunged into darkness before Artemi could even begin to formulate an answer. The telltale shattering of glass filled the air but, coupled with all the shouting and screaming, there was no telling what or where it came from in the tumultuous din. There was also a peculiar... whooshing noise, as if the air from the room was being siphoned out all of a sudden. Odd but... disturbing. [break][break]
As the racket grew - people shouting names and orders across the vast room - so did the uneasiness in his chest. It was an eerie sensation that was difficult to put into exact words... perhaps... like an ominous claustrophobia gripping his chest, squeezing his lungs with his own ribs and starving them for oxygen. Each breath he took felt laboured and forced. As if the barely impenetrable darkness itself was pressing down on him. Drako's hand grabbing for his arm rooted him though and, on instinct, Artemi's reached for the hem of the other witch's suit so to anchor himself, both physically and mentally. [break][break]
The very brief flicker of light Drakos was able to produce before it was consumed by the darkness was appreciated, but once it was gone it made the lack of light even more oppressive. [break][break]
"I... have no idea," came his voice in reply, quiet and weak-sounding among all the hub-bub and considerably sobered at such a jarring surprise. "Let's get by the wall, at least." Everyone had been instructed not to move - that much Artemi had been able to make out - but it wasn't being respected by all the dancers and guests. Two more people shifting about in the dark wouldn't make much of a difference. With a sense of urgency, the sable-haired witch pulled on his friend's suit jacket in a bid for him to follow without being separated amidst the confusion. If he could at least have his back against the wall, Artemi would feel a little safer,[break][break]
Could this be... another of those pranks now that Drakos had mentioned it? Another visual trickery? Something... had to be afoot, he debated, what with the other unable to even produce a perduring orb of light; the simplest feat of his ability. Umbrakinesis, he assumed, with how thickly the room had been swathed in darkness. Or perhaps some illusion again. It was hard to believe your eyes after seeing the sky be ripped in two only a couple of weeks ago... and discover it was only a trick.[break][break]
"I honestly don't know what I'd prefer," Artemi replied once he reached the wall, referring to whether he'd rather this be a prank or not. His chest rose and fell heavily, slightly out of breath. Darkness... had always had a certain ease when it came to unsettling him, unearthing thoughts, memories, he'd rather keep buried. The witch swallowed quietly and felt his fingers flex tighter in the smooth fabric of Drakos' suit, feeling how it wrinkled in his grasping hand. Starwatch members were filing in, bringing with them glimmers of light, although Artemi couldn't feel a sliver of relief, at least not so early. "Though this is... the last time you invite me anywhere; just so you know."
notes, spooky[break] tag, @drakos
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Post by claire fermont on May 25, 2017 5:00:48 GMT
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258 words
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Claire anticipated it. It does not exempt her from being surprised at the sudden change of scene. She ducks instinctively, covering her head. Shrapnel hits her legs, tearing her dress. She does not feel the brunt of it, though. Once the situation is relatively calm again, with all witches in a confused state, she plucks out the pieces of glass embedded in her skin. Blood flows, but she does not mind.
The lights are out, and it's dark for a second before light elemental witches rushes to illuminate the place. The winner, it seems, has just be announced. The festive mood doesn't last as for reasons unknown, everything and everyone is halted. Vani, sensing the immediate danger, struggles to materialize to Earth. "What the hell Claire? You are tense, something is happening!" Claire knows he will make a ruckus if it happens, and so she struggles to contain him in the familiar world.
"Vani," Claire hisses, vocally. "Hush. I'll call you if it gets any worse than this."
She contemplates the best course of action. Judging from the way the foreign coven Starwatch is holding everyone up, Claire cannot do anything except to wait. She wants to know what is happening, desperately. She hates being kept in the dark. As a Helios Knight she is used to being part of the scheme. If she does not know, she will know.
But now is not the time for that. Claire crosses her arm, feeling no emotion rather than calm and collected, as she waits for what would unfold next.
It was utter chaos and confusion in the ballroom. With nowhere to go and no idea what to do, people were left stranded as they milled about and discussed what was happening or wondered what was going to happen next. Regardless of that, Tony realized he would have better chances of surviving if he was with friends or allies.
In the dim light he could barely see faces in the crowd. He didn't think the Starwatch would really stop him if all he did was move around the room and look for people. While muttering apologies, he began pushing and swerving around in search of someone he recognized.
A flash of blue caught his eye as he kept looking. There weren't many witches in Salem who had blue hair, and he happened to know someone who did. With his target in sight, he waded closer to the man he recognized as a Silvertongue member.
Ambrose Bellamy was one of many whom Tony passed by at Hireling's Keep from time to time. While he didn't know the other that well, he figured being with a fellow member was better than nothing.
He approached the other man, who seemed just as tense and cautious as everyone else. Stopping to stand next to him, Tony grinned. "Bellamy right? Remember me? It's Anthony Skies from Silvertongue." After he finished introducing himself, he crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced around. "Who would've thought something like this would happen huh?"
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 25, 2017 13:10:01 GMT
and i won't feel a thing
reality is a lovely place, but i wouldn’t want to live there
sometimes, kasimir feels as if he has the worst of luck.
his expression is frozen in a blank mask as he steps forth to receive his prize, an unreadable void of expression belying none of the turmoil writhing through his blood. were he anyone else, winning would be a joyous fortitude, celebration writ with gold and brilliance in the light of his eyes, the curve of his smile - but he is not anyone else. he is an assassin, a ghost, a faceless being who lives in the twilit grey between life and death, belonging not under the radiance of the sun nor the eye of society's spotlight, but in the invisible shadows, in the gaps of their memory.
he is all too aware of the weight of everyone's eyes as his name is called; he is vulnerable, naked, on display with his every move magnified by the lense of the audience's stares, thousands of judgements being formed and discarded within those precious few seconds all too centred around him; in his line of work, attention is all but tantamount to death. is it any wonder that he wishes it were appropriate if he were to flee?
( the bitter irony of his situation does not escape him: the one least desiring to win the lottery, the one who had in fact hoped that he would not win, has instead his name drawn in what others would call prosperity but he himself would call misfortune; such is his life )
the second he is allowed to rejoin the ocean of people, he utilises every skill he has so painstakingly learnt from his unwilling career to blend back into the blur of faces, to redirect attention, to become insignificant, to vanish as a good assassin should. thankfully, aiding him is the anticipation so heavy in the air for the announcement of the final prize; everyone's eyes are fixated on the mayor as kasimir makes his way to a quieter corner of the room. at least the possibility of himself winning this raffle is so minuscule it may well not exist.
and then
years of experience is what allows him to detect something wrong the moment before glass shatters, instincts carved so deeply in his soul that they are inseparable from the magic he was born with; kasimir throws himself under a table in a defensive manoeuvre as the lights flicker out, mana coiling at his fingertips and hands clenching around the hilts of his daggers as he prepares to guard himself if needs be. the air itself weighs heavy in itself in a way he knows will make it difficult to breathe for witches less experienced; and suddenly, the ambient mana present everywhere at all times flares wild and untamed, turbulent in a way he recognises as stopping scrolls from working.
if this is a terror attack, it is a very good one.
he wonders, morbid professional curiosity flaring up despite himself, how many people coordinated this attack, and what they plan on doing next. if this is an assassination attempt, he wonders who the target is. the mayor may be the obvious choice, but....
Post by Eleanor Afolayan on May 26, 2017 1:58:23 GMT
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rose gold
baby i can see your halo
[attr="class","diag"]Part of her wants to laugh at the turn of events. This part of her is overshadowed by the part that is utterly terrified for her daughter's wellbeing. Eleanor feels the gentle tug of her little girl's hand, and immediately her arms are wrapped around her small, blithe body. "Sshh," she soothes preemptively, as she pulls on her mana and summons an orb of light to circle around the two. She knows other light witches are doing the same all around the room, but Eleanor cares only for Nina at the moment. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Anyone watching the small family would notice the sheer, shimmering layer surrounding them. Eleanor's gone an extra step to build a wall of light around them, so that anything attempting to approach them would be momentarily blinded by her light. This was as much a protective measure as it was a double-edged one. After all, if someone with good intentions approached without Eleanor's notice, they would undoubtedly end up cursing an array of colorful words.
Nike, especially, would just have to rely on the light summoner's reflexes whenever she caught sight of them. Nike, and... Hugo, as well. After the previous night's events, she had Hugo to consider again. Eleanor wonders where he is, if he's even attending this ceremony after what happened last night. Had Nina not wanted to know what was planned for today's entertainment, she wonders if she'd bothered to show up at all. There was still too much to mull over. She wanted to see him again, make sure he was all right, yet she didn't want to face him so soon.
A careless mention of monsters has the unease the general public felt morphing into proper panic. Eleanor scoffs where she stands, disapproving. Regardless of how asphyxiating the pressure in the air felt, instilling panic into everyone else's hearts was far from the right move.
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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Of course he should have expected Zephyr to be here. These sorts of wild parties were just right for him, but his initial reaction was one of surprise, anyways. The place was a little posh, and he hadn't really imagined that Zephyr would crash such a fine party. But - the food was a good allure, and it was what had brought him here.[break][break] The little ditty between mechanic and monkey was amusing, and Matteo laughs at the sight. They're a really good pair, those two. On the other hand, he's got a lazy, good-for-nothing lizard that sleeps all day. He loves Bandy with all his might, but wishes he had something a little more proactive. Bandy gives him a low growl in his mind, and Matteo quickly mutters an apology. Bandy can be scary when angered.[break][break] "T'was the food that brought me here," he admits, gesturing to the array of snacks and assorted tidbits. "The stuff they've got here is delicious! I agree with you - totally." The cooks had indeed outdone themselves in creating the dishes that had served to fill Matteo's belly. And Matteo could eat quite a lot if he wanted to. Unfortunately, he spent so much time forgetting to eat that he's remained scrawny throughout the years, and he doubts that's a habit that will change easily.[break][break] He takes in Zephyr's note about his poor luck with a simple nod before the chaos ensues.[break][break] "True," he says, noting Zephyr's comment with a thoughtful gaze. Monsters would indeed attempt to destroy just about everything. So, it could be Leviathan then. Or possibly an attack of terror. Whatever it is, he's uneasy here, and he wants out.[break][break] As to the confetti bombs... Matteo actually does have some in his pouch, but should he give them to Zeph? He trusts the guy completely, but in a situation like this? Is it really a good idea to take out something that looks almost identical to a real bomb?[break][break] He debates the notion for a second before simply handing the toolbelt to Zeph. "There's some in there. But hey - I want my toolbelt back when you're done," he says, a grin on his face. However, it's quickly replaced by concern. He's seen that Spock's clinging to the male's shirt as if her life depends on it, and Zephyr's face no longer has that carefree grin from before. He wonders what Zeph plans on doing, but he'll put his trust in the guy and see.
have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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Asha blinked about three times asnd made sure it really was her before she walked up to the stage to receive her gift. She had signed up without her last name, which seemed to confuse the announcer for a bit but they continued smoothly as though nothing had happened. She shook hands eagerly and walked quietly back to her table (secretly, of course, reveling in all the attention). [break][break] She started talking and accepting her "congratulations"s but quietened up for the winner of the final reward. And then everything was perfectly still in the hall for a split second. Until something seemed to rip apart the atmosphere and the glass cracked. [break][break] Asha screamed but quickly quietened because by then she was afraid she'd never quite be able to fill her lungs again. She fell automatically to her knees and then to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her cheek but too afraid to touch it. Instead, she shut her eyes forcefully, telling herself there would be another announcement and this would all just be another illusion. [break][break] Polaris, she whispered, afraid to even make a noise inside her mind. [break][break] There was a silence, but the comfort of a familiar presence remained. I will protect you. He responded simply. [break][break] Asha managed a nervous wreck of a smile. That's not a good idea right now. [break][break] I know, but I will still protect you.
the scene is terse as members of starwatch take over the scene, uncertain murmurings filling the room. what seemed like a happy occasion has turned into the opposite. lights flicker as witches attempt to stabilize their mana. slowly, the flickering starts to slow. the lights glow for a slight moment until the room is envoloped in darkness once more. [break][break] it is then that a scream resonates around the room and bright lights flood the room. [break][break] where the super raffle prize once stood, is a hissing mess of snakes. [break][break] and where the mayor's wife had stood on the stage, is a pool of blood and a body hastily hidden in the shadows by other witches. [break][break] at once the room explodes into chaoes; the starwatch members struggle to contain the crowd. screams and yells fill the room as panic sets in, the names of silvertongue on everyone's lips. [break][break]
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[break][break] In the days following, everyone is taken to be questioned before eventually being sent back to Sundial. [break][break] By the next day, news had already spread like a wildfire--the mayor's wife had died, prize stolen. Prominent voices in Sundial are quick to point to Silvertongue as the culprits, and strangely enough, the coven hasn't denied any accusations. [break][break] with tensions high, it seems like silvertongue has been stepping into dangerous territory. only time will tell if they will pay for it or not. [break][break]
swing dancing is officially over! thank you to everyone who participated. stay tuned for the next event!
