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.
Fane watched bemusedly as everyone seemed to get to their places, a great many fledglings whom she hadn't met yet crawled in from all corners-- all styles and manners of people seemed to be present, from the two timid boys to the enthusiastic Zephyr who jumped towards her to greet her. [break][break]
Fane opened her arms, anticipating the hug and hugging back- her grip firm and warm despite being restrained by her cloak. "Oh, well let's just say I managed to squeeze some time in. I don't know how long I can stay, though," she said, and true regret flashed over her features for a second before she blinked it away with another contagious smile. [break][break]
"Can you get a plate for me? Anything'll do, I just have to pay Aeris a quick visit and I don't want all the good food gone by then, you know." She began removing her cloak and walking away from the crowded scene, hoping the kids would settle down by the time she was back. She made her way to the front of the smithy to greet her old acquaintence. [break][break]
"Aeris~~ Dragged your son into our war, have you?" She chided, waving nonchalantly to the male before her. He turned from his book to respond to her, at which she tsked. "Of course I'm not complaining," she said, shaking her head. "I was going to ask where he was, actually, until Pappsukal told me they filed a Rothscus for a novice rank and I had to do a double take." [break][break]
She shook her head at his reply. "Tell me about it..."
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[attr="class","intext"]Oh that sad smile again, an apology hiding under curled lips. Sima didn't get it. Just what was he making that face for? "I'm doing good." He smiled warmly, "Help yourself to the food, Rowan darling. If you can't find anything to your liking, just come find me or Maddy and we'll make you something." He smiled again, trying to reassure him and maybe ease him a little, but he wasn't sure if it worked. "We'll be around." And he turned and pulled away, looking again around the area. Zephyr's excited voice caught his attention.
Sima paused for a second, eyes lingering on Fane, before striding quickly to Maddox. "You didn't tell me that Fane would be here." He hissed in his ear, anxiety leaping up, "I would've made something better if I'd known." He couldn't recall seeing her before, but oh, he at least knew her name. Suddenly he felt like he should've reconsidered his choice in dishes in order to maybe impress her, but he tried to push the feeling away. He ate another piece of lokma to keep from picking at his fingers. It's not that big of a deal. It's food and he's an excellent cook, as is dear Maddy. This isn't the time to try to impress his boss, it's the time to relax and get to know people. That's what the point of this was. That and pasta in general.
He paused again and watched Maddox carefully. Really, this affected Maddox more than it did him. Aeris, after all, was his father and Fane wanted to talk to him? He chewed over his options, but decided for now to just give him a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder before pulling back into the crowd again to try to play host. He strode up to Lynnelia, deciding that an unfamiliar face was one that needed welcoming the most. He'd called for her to come in just a few moments ago, but he he'd done it in such an over the shoulder manner that it could hardly be considered an interaction of any kind. "Welcome!" He cheerily greeted her, "I don't think we've met before? I'm Sima. If you have any questions about the food or, oh, I don't know, dietary restrictions, don't hesitate to speak up to me or Maddox he's uh, he's over there." And he pointed through the crowd, hoping that Lynnelia would be able to follow his finger to the right person.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 31, 2017 18:56:35 GMT
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Sima's warm smile helps to ease some of Rowan's worries. Some, not all, but at least he no longer feels quite as pressured and anxious as before. He's truly grateful, but he can't tailor together words enough to express it. "Thank you," he says, his smile a little wider than before. Sima turns, their part finished, and Rowan slowly inches his way over to the food table.[break][break] It smells delicious. Perhaps it doesn't look like what is served by his chef in the manor, but he's happy for the change - welcomes it, even. Fine dining doesn't allow one to even be the slightest bit messy, and frankly, Rowan has a reputation for screwing up. Or at least, that's his Grandmother's words, not his own.[break][break] He takes the spaghetti first, scooping a small portion onto his plate. He notices something else - it looks like a spicy dish. Or possibly just soup noodles in some sort of tomato broth. He can't really tell, but he's willing to try, so he takes a portion as well.[break][break] He has the spaghetti first. He nibbles on it in an open corner of the room, watching the others with a sort of patient, quiet wonder and contemplative gaze. He's always been the type to observe rather than get himself involved, and though that led him to having a very small friend circle, he prefers it. He's not sure he'd ever be able to party hard like many other young men his age did.[break][break] The other dish is next - and Rowan is caught completely off guard. He was expecting something mildly spicy, though where that assumption came from, he's not sure. And though it tastes absolutely delicious, it's far too spicy. To the point that his eyes are starting to water a bit. "Water," he gasps, looking around to see if there's any cups or water, and not quite finding any...[break][break] tl;drRowan says thanks to Sima, grabs himself some food, finds the Laksa is too spicy and is desperate for water - or milk....
Sorry, Rowan Ashworth, Erin ain't helping you here. julius kingston should come crashing in, though. Erin's mostly minding her own business by the table.
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A low hum would be
all the answer Sima got from their comment on their boyfriend's taste. Erin had nothing against Maddox, personally. If anything, she quite enjoyed his company, if only because he was one of the few witches who could actually stand her presence, and he was a decent mission partner. Quite handy to have around. To go as far as calling his taste fine, though? Well. Erin couldn't afford the effort to lie.
"Can I grab one of those?" she asks instead, eyeing the plate full of fig-shaped deep-fried sweets. At least, she assumed they were sweets. It hardly looked sensible to make anything other than sweet in that shape and presentation. She reaches for a fork with which to pick one up, and gently raises it to her mouth.
There was no time for leisure, though. More important matters await her. Namely, annoying Zephyr. She's watching him closely, eagerly awaiting his next retort. It's one of the few things she finds pleasure in: arguments, banter, anything and everything that could get the gears in her mind spinning. "Can confirm," she adds to Sima's comment. Her grin widens at the blond's reaction. It may not have been exactly what she hoped for, but the knowledge that she'd filled her daily quota of annoying Zephyr is enough. Perhaps he'd hear a muffled chuckle as he retreated.
Commotion can be heard coming from the door. Great, the fledglings arrived. She's not planning to turn and welcome either of her—they were all beneath her—until she hears Fane's name called out, and at this she does turn. Erin doesn't know the pink-haired woman nearly as well as Zephyr does, but in the couple of years that she's been around she's learned to respect her mysterious authority. Really, she wonders if any of the witches present know her at all beyond her name, and the fact she "works" at Bell's Bar.
Fane moves on towards the front shop in as much a novelty furor as she came in, leaving a good handful of new faces in her wake. Erin turns back to the lokma, deciding they are a deviously delicious treat. You're eating a lot of calories, Erin, her familiar points out.
Things appear to have calmed down, and Erin's happy to ignore the newcomers, until one of them starts gasping for water. If only Julius had been around, things would have been resolved already with a helpful splash of water to get the poor boy drenched; but as he isn't, and Erin suspects it has a lot to do with a certain black-haired friend of hers, she only watches the scene in mild amusement.
He needs help. You should help him.
Erin stares at the vampire bat still draped around her shoulders as if she's grown a second head. After making it a point of rolling her eyes, she raises her voice to call for the attention of anyone not already aware of what was happening. "Maddox, this one needs water," she says, pointing at the apprentice.
Dating-- or so they were now, apparently. It had been a while, and Cassidy's more integral role in Julius's life had, at the very least, Hermoine in high spirits. The owl was likely sleeping now, though. Julius could practically feel her hissing at the blaring sunlight and heat haze of summer. He had just been in a restaurant with said Cassidy, and Julius wasn't quite the type to think or give attention to how he was feeling. [break][break]
But they'd gotten a pigeon the other day to arrive at Maddox's workshop. Julius, of course, had presumed Maddy meant next week and it wasn't till Cass pointed it out that he realized their two events crashed. And now he was pulling his girlfriend by the wrist and weaving through the crowds of downtown sundial. Cass didn't seem to mind, considering her hand was busy holding the map and musing things just loud enough for him to hear.[break][break] "I know," he grumbled, somehow refraining from pointing out that the only reason they were late was that Cass had ordered a full course meal, somehow eaten it all and then demanded they head to Maddox's place anyway to meet the other leviathans. He stopped in his tracks and grit his teeth, spinning to the right as Cass read out directions.[break][break] He had to legitimately do a double take at what Cass said afterward, but he shook his head. She had always been like this. This just meant no more restaurant dates from now on. "We just got back from lunch, Cass," he informed, voice dulled and monotonous as he finally found the workshop. He sighed dejectedly at her response. At the very least, he wouldn't have to pay for this one. [break][break] Behind him, Cass was still musing while staring at the map, mumbling uncertainties. "It's this way," he told her, walking towards the opened back door of the decent establishment. A crocodile greeted him and he shifted stance before sighing. Pearlie still creeped him out, despite Zephyr and Maddox both warning him about the crocodile in advance. [break][break] His hand left Cassidy's wrist in favor of a dramatic wave as he invited himself inside the house. "Hello," he said, wondering how many of these faces he had met before. His mind was still twitching over the half-hearted date, so when Erin asked for water for whom he presumed was one of the hellion's friends, a giant orb of water hovered briefly over the reddening boy. At the same time, a Eurasian Eagle-Owl appeared on Julius's shoulder. [break][break]
"Ask and you shall receive," he said boldly as the ball of water crashed onto Rowan and Julius shook his head before his eyes traveled to Cassidy, wondering what she was doing and if the pasta had already received her fury.
When Cassidy had been young, her mother had sat her down, out of hearing range of any strangers, and pinned her with a piercing gaze too intense to move from. She says the next words in a gentle but firm voice.
Do not change yourself for a man, because he'll never change for you.
From then on, she'd taken that advice to heart--she focused on her studies and her blade; those brave (or dumb) enough to approach her soon realized that it was a lost cause. Cassidy was far too invested in everything else to focus love.
At least, until a month or so ago.
She'd come to the realization that maybe her relationships had been so short because she could never feel as close to those strangers as she did to Juls, or because there was always something missing about them. So when Juls had come to her with the proposal, she had...tentatively accepted. Never had she ever felt so uncertain about this thing called dating, especially with someone she'd considered her friend for the longest time.
Their date at the restaurant hadn't been so bad--in fact, she'd enjoyed it. But she'd realized a few hours too late that Leviathan's Pasta Night and their date had conflicted, and that they'd have to run to catch the event on time. "Juls...we're late." She mumbles, and hurriedly pulls out a sparse map, not mentioning how she'd managed to eaten a full course meal. She scans the map distractedly, letting Juls lead while she directs. "Take a right at the next street." She says, following him as he twists away from the direction they'd be walking in. She hums. "Do you think they'll have any food left?" Despite eating, she still has room for more. A constant appetite that could not be tamed. Juls is certainly aware of her voracious tendencies.
"House 139. It's around here...somewhere." She says, before he pulls her to the back door of another house. She drops her map, the piece of paper forgotten as she enters the establishment. When they enter, it's awfully crowded--there's so much going on that she's not sure where to start.
Except of course, the food.
Juls has already started trouble by the time she leaves, and Cassidy's conflicted over whether she should be amused or not at his watery antics already. She hides a laugh from under her fingers and locks eyes with him before turning around for some well-deserved pasta--but then Cassiy spots Erin on her way to food and stops, reaching forward for a small embrace. "Erin--sorry we're late. We had ah, a little too much to eat." She smiles, as if she hadn't been the one taking so long to eat. "What's happening here?"
there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying
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Julius's arrival was
hard to miss. Always had been. His hand wave and the consecutive loud sound of water splashing against witch and floor were hint enough. At this, Erin merely stepped farther away from the young man and what she was sure was about to happen, and let her eyes wander the rest of the room for a glimpse at his companion, ironically Erin's own closest friend, Cassidy. Despite the time the entire group of friends spent together lessening over time, Juls and Cass had found their way in the same coven as Erin, and so the time she spent in their company was marginally greater than her time with the twins.
Until about a month ago.
"Cass!" she exclaims, and for the first time in the entire evening there's a big, genuine smile on the purple-and-pink-haired enchantress. She returns the small embrace happily, and lets Cassidy settle next to her, near the desserts. "Knowing you, that little was actually a lot," she teases. For once, Erin's tone is not harsh or mocking or condescending; but merely playful. She cares little about what impression she may be giving the rest of the room. "I'm glad you could make it, despite the mishaps." At this, her pale-eyed gaze returns to Juls.
She would've clapped if it were anyone other than Juls. Erin refused to give him the satisfaction.
Picking up another lokma with all the nonchalance that the current state of affairs did not deserve, she proceeds to answer her friend's question. "Nothing much's happened." Erin shrugs. Nothing entertaining until then, that is. "Fane came over; she's at the front talking to Madds's father. Oh, and that," she ends the small breakdown of the evening, nodding in Juls's direction. That was definitely worth pointing out. She notices him turn in their direction, likely looking for Cass, and offers him an innocent, inviting wave.
"How was the date?"
Neither of them had mentioned much to the rest of the group, but Erin had eyes. She'd noticed the slight shift in the way the acted towards each other. She was fairly certain she knew where the two's date had happened. Julius was, after all, predictable in his so-called romantic choices. I never knew the day would come in which I'd put his name and romance together in the same sentence. Gross.
[attr="class","m2content"]and the guests just keep on coming. to lynnelia, he offers a bright smile, gesturing towards the door in a manner he hopes is welcoming. the next calls out, and he redirects the grin to her. "of course, of course!" he's starting to be rather relieved that they had prepared so much food -- panic paid off. it's faded a little since the preparations, but now that the number of new faces are steadily increasing, it creeps up ever so slowly.[break][break]
belatedly, he registers fane's presence, and spins on the spot in an attempt to relocate her. all he is rewarded with is the glimpse of zephyr's enthusiastic greeting, a flash of pink hair disappearing into the smithy, before sima is next to him, hissing into his ear. "she comes and goes as she wants," is his only response, bordering on laughter." "besides, your food is fantastic!"[break][break]
a moment's distraction is enough for two more to waltz in, these remarkably more familiar than the stream of fledglings. he catches erin's call just in time to witness julius' intervention -- the orb of water and the eagle-owl appear, and he's a moment too slow in interrupting the spell. the water crashes down, and like the sea parting, the people around rowan sidle out of range. [break][break]
spying a clear shot, his lips quirk into a grin. it doesn't look any less welcoming than the one he had offered to the fledglings. "juls! man -- why does it feel like i haven't seen you in a while?" there shouldn't be a breeze in an enclosed space like this, but elemental magic, especially accompanied by the sudden appearance of a giant moose, couldn't care less about those rules. for the briefest moment, the gale howls, enough to shove juls back against a wall. "nice to see you too."[break][break]
then he's moving rapidly towards the poor drenched soul, grabbing him by the upper arm and ushering him towards one of the rooms with a laugh. "if you want to hit him later, be my guest," he tells rowan in a stage-whisper. moosely, cloven hooves clacking against wooden floorboards, follows close behind them like a giant antlered guard. "for now, let's get you some dry clothes and something to dry off."
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Post by Rowan Ashworth on Jun 1, 2017 16:34:30 GMT
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Rowan's whispered cry for water is heard and at that moment, he's relieved. Whoever the girl with black hair is, he supposes she can't be all that bad if she's willing to ask someone to give him water.[break][break] A couple enters the homestead and Rowan blinks as the male quickly says "ask and you shall receive". Perchance this man is Maddox?[break][break] His hopes are soon dashed, however, when the male conjures up an orb of water and sends it splashing down on his head. Rowan, utterly shocked, is now also utterly drenched. He can't quite comprehend it for a good, long moment, simply staring at the male who'd soaked him (and was now turning away to watch his pretty female friend) with complete disbelief.[break][break] In that moment, he feels a spark of anger mixed in with his confusion and feelings of betrayal. So much for thinking that perhaps the members of Leviathan were not quite the evil creatures he often made them out to be. He's embarrassed and horrified and lost, and his small ball of fury doesn't have anywhere to go.[break][break] But years of hiding have made him complacent, and when he finally regains his senses, he simply slumps his shoulders and walks over to the table to grab some napkins. The toxic ball of emotions dissipates to nothing, and all Rowan can feel is desolation and solitude. He didn't even want to be here, and his short attempt at simply being there is already too much.[break][break] Rowan can feel the tug of Diana on his mind, hoping to let him know that she's there and that he's not alone. He's grateful for it, but he also knows she will not fight his battles for him. She will not give any help here.[break][break] However, it's a male, one of the first few Rowan saw at the party, who comes to his aid. He's extremely grateful, but he can't manage much more than a simple "Thank you," said in a whisper to the fellow Leviathan. He's not sure he'll take up that offer to hit the man who'd drenched him later, simply because he's so unconfrontational, but there's a part of him that wishes he had enough courage to.[break][break] Shaking his head, locks dripping, he follows after Maddox.
[attr="class","jcontent"] Julius has started a lot of shit in his life, so he knows. [break][break] He, more so than any other, understands the fundamentals of shit-starting: they involve some kind of unwelcome or irrational external stimuli, some form of pride, dignity, and or reputation that is kept on the line, and then some undue or due reaction to the aforementioned provocation that begins the preestablished shit. [break][break] Unfortunately, even while half distracted by Cassidy, he feels no anger, frustration, or even irritation coming from the male. Instead, he only feels a void of a presence, and when he turns back the male's shoulder are slumped and he looks...defeated. By a water blast. Hermoine squawks in an attempt to get Juls to apologize but Julius shakes his head. His lips open as though to say something, but the sheer...hilarity of the scene stops him, his mouth a freeze frame between an awkward 'Hi' and a burst of laughter. [break][break] Becuase some things are so sad they turned hilarious. [break][break] Thankfully, he doesn't need to react because Maddox walks into the room, and before Julius can offer the obligatory fist bump he sees Moosely materialize beside his friend. Ah, fuck-- [break][break] Knocked into the wall with a satisfactory thump, Julius slides down and assumes an oddly comfortable position on the floor with one knee raised and the other legs kicked out, hands wordlessly adjusting his glasses. "Come on now, Maddie, friend. Is that really how you greet your teacher..." he voice, however, fades into a pained snicker as he waves easily to Rowan who is ushered out of the room, whether he sees it or not.. [break][break] Hermione squawks angrily, flapping her wings loudly as she dances across the ceiling, 6 foot wingspan proving a nuisance for the guests. Julius seems to take his jolly good time standing up grumbling something about it being a joke while standing up and brushing himself off.
When Erin's eyes suddenly light up with recognition, Cass can't help but return her big smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "What's happened to you? You haven't smiled like that in a long time." She snickers, and shrugs when Erin teases her. She's not wrong. "Of course, I wouldn't miss such a rare occasion."
She nods as she hears about Fane's appearance, and watches as the mess unfolds at Juls' arrival. Chaos springs up as Juls' water orb makes its mark, drenching the poor witch with water up to his feet. She turns, only to see Maddox quickly stepping in for damage control; Cassidy can't help but sigh. It's simply in his nature to cause trouble, and she can't help think this is a record set for how quickly he's caused things to sour.
"It was good--" She says, before she sees Hermione flap angrily around the room. "I guess it's time for an intervention." She says, smiling wryly at Erin before standing. It's so crowded that she manages to bump into lynnelia arnett and percival grayreme on the way, offering half-hearted apologies in response.
She reaches for his familiar as feathers fly (hopefully not into anyone's food) and hopes that she'll be able to calm her down. "Hermione--! It's okay, calm down..."
She makes a mental note to apologize to Maddox for causing so much trouble in his own home.
Quite happy with his plate of spaghetti, Percy further retreats in the corner. He watches the whole scene unfold in front of him. Well, he'll waste away if he stays in this corner, but at the same time he can't muster the courage to talk with all of these people. There's simply too much going on, and he can't keep up. New faces keep showing up. Recently there's a couple, and then the next second there is water splashing.
Taking another bite of his pasta, Percy thinks, "That's rather inconvenient."
Anyway, he doesn't mind most of the action inside the room. The pasta is good, though, and he helps himself a second serving of spaghetti, with a one scoop of laksa. Percy really doesn't know how would the laksa taste, but oh well, it's worth a try.
While he's preparing his plate he hears Seraph echo from the familiar world. Percy sighs. "Okay, I got it. I got it! Well, we just gotta see who we can talk to." Percy then eyes the crowd, more carefully this time. Then he sees them, those like him, hanging out in the background, not really talking to anyone.
And so those are the people Percy approaches. Two pretty ladies, both with white hair, only difference is the length. He does not strike a conversation instantly, instead he hangs out a safe distance from them--which is not a lot, really, considering that the room is jampacked right now.
All this time Percy is eating pasta. He says, then, gazing at the two's general direction, "You should really taste their food. They cook well, apparently. Would you like me to get you some?"
[attr="class","m2content"]if maddox hears julius' greeting, he gives no indication; only moosely swishes his tail pointedly in response ( though it is admittedly difficult to tell whether it is the familiar's typical, ornery behaviour, or some form of downplayed retaliation ).[break][break]
truth be told, maddox is all too familiar with the antics of his friend ( and occasional mentor ), and had it been any other occasion, been inclined to allow him to get away with it. but, as it stands, it is an event held within the increasingly cramped confines of his homestead, and he fervently wishes that the house is still intact and standing by the time the night is over. he keeps his smile to himself, and tries his best to look sorry for the boy that he escorts away. it isn't a difficult task, and for a moment, he really does pity the poor soul.[break][break]
the room, upon entering, is easily identifiable as a bedroom, either a guest one or maddox's own. maddox is quick to rummage through drawers, pulling out a towel ( white, fluffy ) and tossing it at rowan. in fact, the towel -- and the clothes that follow in a graceful arc afterwards -- seem to be almost cushioned by the air. a more discerning eye would catch the familiar's dark eyes following the items in fierce concentration.[break][break]
"dry yourself off, you poor thing." he looks faintly amused by it all. "the clothes should fit, i think." rowan seems to have a slighter build than himself, but perhaps luck will, for once, be on their side. "bathroom's down the hall on the left."[break][break]
"i'm maddox, by the way." he gestures briefly back into the dining area. "i'm just gonna get that puddle cleaned up, so yell if you need any more help." backing out of the room, he skirts the edges of the crowd to the next room; the commotion of the gathering is blissfully muted in the smithy, with its flickering oil lamps and ember-lit forges. he finds the person he's looking for with little difficulty. "dad, someone decided to drench a poor kid in water and--"[break][break]
belatedly, he realises that a brief lull in a conversation is very different to the lack of one, and that fane is still very much sitting there talking to aeris ( and he, stupidly, clumsily, barged in ). "right-- i'll just come back later--"
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[attr="class","gearcore"]"Slim chance there, seein' as it's all good," Zeph replied to Fane's request for some food before all the good stuff was gone, "But yeh, I can pull a plate together for ya while you're havin' a chat." It seemed like a simple enough task, but the subsequent events of the next few minutes would bump up the challenge.
He hadn't even put two things on the new plate before the sound of Julius' voice and the appearance of his giant owl familiar made Zeph jump away from the direction of his gaze. He had a general idea of what was coming and had no desire to get caught in the crossfire. In a fairly rapid succession of events, the Ashworth kid got drenched, Moosely appears out of nowhere to take up a sizable portion of the room, Jules gets thrown against a wall by what can only assume is a wind gust from Maddox, and Hermione freaks out and starts flying all over the place.
From her seat atop the table, Spock raises her arms above her head and claps at the grand performance.
Not wanting to wait until the table of food got knocked over by any of these huge familiars (or a poorly-aimed elemental orb), Zeph quickly took a few more samples for Fane and began weaving his way across the room towards the forges. As he passes by Jules, he waves with a free hand. "Ey, nice seein' ya! I'll be back in two minutes -- don't flood the place while I'm gone, yeh?"
Just before leaving the room, he belatedly remembers that Fane's going to need utensils to eat this with. Glancing back at the table near the opposite wall, he huffs and lifts one of the metal forks, sending it flying towards his raised hand and hoping no one gets in the way of its trajectory.
With fork and plate of food in hand, he makes his way to the forge. He can hear Maddox on the other side, so he doesn't bother knocking as he opens the door. His hair has become comically unkempt from the combination of Maddox's gale-force winds and Hermionie's relentless flapping. "An Ashworth kid," he chimes in to the end of the air elementalist's tale. Zeph's scars made it hard for him to hide his identity, and his clanky prosthetics made it hard for him to do anything sneaky, but he made up for his inadequacies in the coven by knowing about everyone worth knowing and developing a ridiculous web of connections. "Hi dad," he grins genuinely at the man who took him in and raised him, "And Fane, sorry for the interruption, but I wanted t' get your food to ya b'fore it got covered in feathers."
@leviathans -- mostly maddox rothscus ✨ , julius kingston & SOLSTICE tldr; spock applauds the chaos zeph gets food for fane & says hi to jules (also possibly whacks someone in the head with a flying fork) Fane gets food
[attr="class","jcontent"] Hermoine is freaking out because of Julius's sudden summoning and Cassidy's pleas to get her back in order. While she does feel comforted by a familiar presence, she attempts to glare at Moosely as he leaves the room. Before she can manage that, however, she get blindsided by a flying spoon and begins her descent into Cassidy's arms. [break][break] Julius had nodded easily at Zephyr's request. "Sure, sure. Catch up later," he had said, but then he grabbed is head and wobbled when Hermoine was knocked out of the sky. Sighing and outsrteching his arm for Hermoine to perch on, he wondered if perhaps karma was real. As Hermoine reluctantly left Cassidy in favor of dematerializing at Julius's touch, the dark haired boy made uncomfortable eye contact (blindfold contact? what was the term these days?) with a certain girl he had gotten involved in a very particular mission with. But that was a story for another day. [break][break]
Finally, he moved once again towards Cassidy's position nearby the snacks, far too full to have anything himself. Nestling on Cassidy's side and comfortably not too close to Erin, he eyed the entrances through which Maddox and Zephyr had appeared. When he turned back to address the girls, his smile was wry.[break][break] "Oh look, it's like a family reunion." Around him he saw the leviathans slowly starting to talk with eachother, bonding over pasta or whatever else. The room was crowded but it wasn't as awkward anymore what with the dramatic water ball to break the silence. It was a family gathering in more ways than one, he thought, but his attention shifted back to Spock [break][break] "Someone's having a good time," he called to the familiar, waving. He wondered if he could recognize the other leviathans too? His gaze ended up shifting back to eira vadén and the other white-haired girl standing near here and the boy that seemed to be trying to talk the two of them up. [break][break] tl;dr [break] +says hi back to zeph[break] +catches eira's gaze[break] +hermoine gets whacked by a spoon[break] +stumbles and greets erin and cass[break] +waves to spock[break] +juls is a bad boyfriend dont trust.