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.
These kind of conversations were the ones held between a thirty-three year old man and his seemingly "elegant" panther of a companion. In truth, it wasn't uncommon for Lazarus to sit somewhere away from pondering eyes while eating his breakfast and listening to Bagheera lap away at a mocha frappe. But he wasn't exactly keen on giving the feline that much sugar especially when they were going on their early morning runs.
Bagheera insisted that the sugar would be good for them and their intense bouts of energy would give Lazarus a goal to keep up with. And although that made sense somewhere in the back of his mind, he would never agree with his familiar aloud.
Nonetheless, the pair enjoyed the atmosphere of the Sun Cafe. It was brightly lit with windows that allowed natural sunlight to bounce off the walls. The adornments and people only served to lighten the place up even more and Lazarus couldn't say that he wasn't the slightest bit interested in sticking around. He enjoyed the quiet like anyone else would but there was something about being around people that made things a bit more bearable.
Especially when those people seemed to be happy to be around others themselves.
He thanked the cashier as he took the bag of croissants and tray which contained a mocha frappe and one black coffee. Bagheera's distaste for the black coffee only made it easier for him to keep something to himself rather than sacrificing it for his bottomless pit of a friend.
Why couldn't you choose something e-
He jolted forward as someone knocked into him from behind and before he could react, the containers of coffee and frappe fell to the ground. The heat caused him to step back and he looked over his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
He could hear Bagheera's mournful cry and rolled his eyes internally.
If there was one thing to be said about Damsel, she was constantly ....everywhere. Between missions and looking for her friends, and her own escapades, she was a rather busy young ...person. So when she ran through the cafe that day, her only day off, with a sparkle in her eye and a new possible lead on a fellow red cloak, she hardly noticed as she crashed into someone. Bouncing off of them she practically saw stars dancing in her eyes, and blinked blearily as she looked down first. she heard it before she saw it, and was mortified to see the drinks spilled on the ground.
"I am...so so sorry! Let me, let me-"
She patted the pockets of her shorts, and made a general commotion under her red cloak. She sighed in relief as she pulled out her wallet, thumbing through the few notes she had tucked away. It would really ruin her plans to eat for the rest of the day, but she shoved the money at him with a bright and hopeful look, smiling slightly.
"To replace them!"
She chirped happily, feeling the disapproving tug at her familial connection. Bambi could scold her later though.
It seemed like he was having his own fair share of misfortune over the last few days. Witnessing someone falling from a height, knocking into others, and spilling his breakfast being at the top. While Bagheera bemoaned the fallen, Lazarus was distracted by the frantic young woman that he'd collided into. She piled a few coins into her hands and gave it to him which was a little startling if hew as going to be honest. He quirked a brow and looked to the coins before his gaze focused on her.
The smile she wore was shaky, evident of guilt and perhaps hopefulness that he'd accept the offering. An offering to which Bagheera was happy to take on seeing as they'd lost so much.
Oh, don't be so dramatic, Lazarus chided them.
Bagheera huffed in response but was otherwise silent.
"It is quite alright," he reassured her. "An accident after all."
He returned the coins to her hand and sighed.
"But this is a bit of a mess, isn't it?"
He looked down and frowned slightly at how much cream was covering the wooden floorboards. That wouldn't bode well especially if someone were to pass by. And he also had the issue of a young lady on his hands, one who seemed remorseful and wanting to make amends.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "Why not join me for breakfast as a way to make amends."
Bagheera hummed and reminded Lazarus that they had a schedule to keep for the day. Having lunch with someone probably a decade or so younger than him wasn't exactly a part of it.
Damsel admittedly wilted a little bit. Was this....was he making fun of her somehow? Her smile was fragile and hesitant, and she almost dropped her hand from surprise. It may have been an accident but people weren't forgiving in this city, she'd learned that the hard way.
"I-I'm really sorry."
She teared up as he mentioned the mess, and she stared down at the cream and coffee that had splattered on her shoes. She hunched her shoulders, cloak trembling as she did.
"I can clean it."
The person behind the counter just sighed and waved Damsel off as though she were a bother, bringing out a mop from the back. They motioned for the two to back up, giving Damsel a glare as they cleaned the mess. Damsel was a mess by this point, frantically rubbing her eyes with a frown.
"J-join you? I-I mean if that's what you want, then okay."
