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.
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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@nana
Tony needed some stress relief after some harrowing weeks of missions. And his means of relaxing had always been the same since he was a teen. Gambling and pranks.
This time he was back at the keep, preparing for another elaborate setup for his soon-to-be victim. He chose a random witch in the common room where some of the members slept in.
It was late in the morning, so most of the witches were already up and about. But there were a few who were not morning persons, and preferred to sleep in and wake up past noon. This particular witch who was still sleeping in his room was known to be a heavy sleeper. Nothing save for a bucket of cold water, or a violent shake could rouse him. So Tony took advantage of this particular information and filled up his room with balloons. There was hardly any space left for a person to move in.
That morning had him inflating each one with his own breath. And though it was exhausting and nearly had him faint from so much air going out of his lungs, imagining the reaction of the witch when he woke up energized him and kept him going. The next difficulty was in stuffing all the balloons inside. He risked accidentally popping them and causing the other to wake up. Fortunately none of that happened and he was able to shut the door without much trouble.
Now he leaned against the wall beside the door, smiling smugly to himself as he glanced down at his watch from time to time.
Normal morning, normal day, normal people. There was one word that could sum up this day: Boring. Nana was walking around the keep, keeping an eye out for people of interest. A thing she had observed was that silvertongue had a lot of attractive people in their midst, but it appears that none of them were around today. Damn.
With a click of her tongue, Nana turned into the area where some members took up residence. While she wasn't going to wander into anyone's rooms, loitering around the hallways would be fine, and hopefully someone would provide her entertainment, or an aesthetically pleasing view?
"Or we could just go home, Nana. You still have to do the dishes. Don't-"
Nana cringed mentally and thought back at her familiar. "Okay, but um no. I want to do something fun! I'll do the dishes tonight I swear!"
"You said that last night, Nana."
"Minor detail, now shush! There's a hot guy at 11 o'clock!" Nana slowed down slightly and casually pulled up to the guy who just looked at his watch. "Waiting for something?"
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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@nana
The sound of approaching footsteps made Tony stiffen in alarm. If someone with authority came at this moment, the prank would be instantly over without it ever taking flight. But glancing down the hall, he saw a cute black haired woman approaching casually then stopping right in front of him. He let his head fall back to rest against the wall as he mentally sighed in relief.
As someone who was a Silvertongue member for several years now, he knew most everyone with a high rank in the keep. Seeing their familiar faces would instantly have him running in the opposite direction. This woman was someone he hadn't seen around yet, so she was either a new member or someone he just hadn't bumped into yet.
At her question, he grinned and nodded. "Yup. I'm waiting for my friend to wake up. I don't want to disturb him though, so I'm just waiting out here." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he went on. "I wouldn't go in if I were you. He's more likely to attack the first person who wakes him up."
He hoped with all hope that this woman didn't know anyone who slept in this particular common room - or actually slept there herself. To try and distract her, he began speaking further. "So I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Anthony Skies, Tony for short." He held out his hand with a bright smile on his face. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
The apparent relief on the boys face was a bit suspicious, but Nana let it slide when he actually answered her question. Good. He seems nice enough. And he's waiting for his friend? Well then he has time to talk... Which he proceeded to do.
Nana raised an eyebrow when he introduced himself. "I'm Nana. Nana Morningstar. And I would hope you haven't seen me around, because I haven't seen you, and I'm not really feeling like having a stalker at this point in my life." She grinned at her own words.
After shaking his hand, Nana continued. "It's nice to meet you too. Now, do you go by Tony as a simple nickname, or do you just not like being called Anthony?" Nicknames have always confused her. Might as well get an answer now before she calls him by his full name and he gets offended. Besides, Anthony is a nice name. Cute. It suits him. She'd be a bit disappointed if he didn't like it.
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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@nana
A look of mock horror crossed Tony's face. "I would never! And if you do have any stalkers, tell me and I'll beat them up!" He made a show of lifting up his fists and punching some invisible enemy. "Someone as pretty as you would probably have many I suppose. Ah, such is the life of the gorgeous." The only stalking Tony did was at his targets for stealing or missions. His father raised him to be better than a sleazy pervert who followed girls around but never truly approached them.
Lowering his hands, Tony grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not that I don't like Anthony, but people have been calling me Tony since I was young, and I guess I got used to it. Also mom only calls me Anthony when I get into trouble." The memory of her angry, scolding tone echoing in his head made him shiver visibly.
Then he recovered quickly as one side of his lip curled up and he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed in an attempt to look suave. "But you can call me anything you want." He even threw a wink for good measure.
While speaking to Nana, he'd been paying close attention to the room behind him. His target was still fast asleep it seemed. No one would wake up to a room filled up with balloons and say anything. Just a few more minutes, he hoped, before he could see the fruits of his labor.
The little act this male put on was quite entertaining, by Nana's standards at least. He seemed nice, and flirty if that wayward compliment was anything to go by, so she decided to stay and talk to him instead of walking off (Which is what she would have done had he proved to be a jerk). Her giggles only subsided when Anthony began to talk about his name, taking it as a prompt for her to get at least a bit more serious.
Smiling at the comment about his mother, and the clear shiver that racked through him, Nana couldn't help but snort a bit, which she proceeded to cover up with a cough and quick glance to the side. His comment about calling him anything she wants almost flew over her head had it not been for the fact that she was listening readily.
"I'll be sure to call you whenever I need help with stalkers, but I'd need your number for that, don't you think, Anthony?" She flashed her pearly whites and sent a wink his way. Hopefully she turned the tables, at least a bit. Flirting was almost a secondary hobby to her, and when she found people that were not only gorgeous, but also liked flirting? She kind of had to pull out all the stops. It as an obligation.
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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Tony could've sworn she winked at him. It wasn't a blink. Only one eye came down, closing briefly before opening again. That was definitely a smile and a wink, one that he usually tossed at women and never actually received. His arms fell to the side while he stared dumbly at her. In his head, he began to hurriedly, mentally prod Loki.
"Is it just me or did she wink at me?"
"Against all odds, yes, she did wink back at you. And asked for your number. The poor girl has no idea what she's getting herself into." Loki let out a heavy sigh.
There was a moment of silence as Tony opened his mouth to respond, hesitated, then smiled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh...yeah. Of course. I'm often in the keep too, so you can just find me here anytime." He was trying to take this seriously, uncertain whether she'd actually been flirting back or if she just wanted him to help her out. Either way was fine for him really.
All of a sudden he heard a loud yell from inside the common room. Eyes twinkling he glanced towards the door and grinned as balloons started popping one after another in a symphony of light explosions. This only made the person inside scream even louder. Tony could only imagine how painful it would be to have balloons popping right up all over your face and body. All perfectly according to plan.
"Yes!" He was laughing for a few seconds, then winced when he heard his name.
"Skies you piece of shit! You're dead when I get my hands on you!"
"Time for me to make my exit." Glancing at Nana, he grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling her away with him. "Don't want you to get into trouble just by being here. Come on!"
Amusingly, Nana was able to watch his arms drop and his confident air scatter into nothingness. Had she not been trying to be a flirt, she might have broken out in laughter, so she simply maintained a grin on her face as he rubbed his head. His next few words were a bit awkward, and it was fairly obvious that he didn't know how to respond to her flirting back.
You would think that a guy as good looking as him would get all the ladies, especially with that personality of his. It honestly dumbfounded Nana. Responding was her plan, but at the sound of popping and screaming, she simply stared. What?
Anthony began to laugh, so she assumed immediately that he did this, and after a man cursed at him, she knew for certain it was him. Did he just... prank someone? Nana found herself giggling despite the surprise she was getting over, and before she knew it, Tony had a hold of her and was dragging her away.
He didn't have to tell her to follow him, cause she was already running, laughter escaping her. "What did you even do to him? Balloons? Oh my gooosh he sounded so pissed! You have to tell me what you did." She snorted. "And I hope you have a will waiting. He might want revenge,"
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Nana's laughter was a good sign. Her willingness to run away with him was even better. Some would think twice about going with a complete stranger, especially after he was being singled out and threatened with death like that. She seemed like the type who liked a good prank, so Tony was more than happy to share his great plan to her.
But only after they were as far from danger as he could get them.
There were lots of rooms to choose from. Tony picked a random one - after making sure it was empty - and ushered her in first, before casting a simple illusion on the door to make it look like another wall. No one would really notice it if they weren't looking for it.
When he glanced around, he noticed that he had brought them into one of the storage rooms. There were several crates stacked up on top of each other, and dust was all over the place. Taking off his jacket, he laid it on top of one and gestured for Nana to sit. Then he sat down across from her, sighing and letting a few more chuckles out as he remembered the chaos from earlier.
"Balloons," he began with a grin. "I decided the guy needed something to brighten up his day and stuffed the room with balloons. How was I supposed to know they'll pop the moment he started moving around." He expected it - and even hoped for it to happen.
"I'm not too worried about him wanting revenge," he added with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He'll look for me for a few minutes, maybe an hour. And once he realizes can't find me he'll give up and move on. I do it to him all the time so he's pretty used to it."
