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.
She spent the next few minutes catching up with Aeris, talking about things and lamenting as he did about his wounds and the need to gain power as a coven-- their passionate talk was interrupted, however, when the door was opened. Fane, who had been leaning her chin into her opened palm, lifted her head a bit and cocked an eyebrow at Maddox. [break][break] For a split second, her gaze was almost chilling as she appraised him- new novice and son of Aeris Rothscus. Despite her only looking into his eyes, it would likely feel as though she'd stare his whole body up and down. Until Zephyr cut in awkwardly and her eyes softened and she shook her head. "No no, don't be so apprehensive. It is your home, isn't it? ...Oh...An Ashworth? "She smirked without standing up, gesturing to Aeris instead. "Looks like you're on clean-up duty again." [break][break] "And it looks like I have some fresh faces to meet. Hopefully not too soaked to speak, but we'll see." She stood up, soon followed by Aeris. With a bowl of yet-to-be-tasted pasta in hand, she entered the common room again. A few feathers littered the floor and a portion of the carpet was wet. She chuckled at the revelation, wondering if she ought to gather their attention, but then quickly decided that the appearance of three novices and herself through a doorway would likely be enough. [break][break] Fane would let the three of them move back into the room as they pleased, choosing to linger at the threshold for a bit longer and truly observe everyone present here. As lackadaisical as she was, she wasn't here entirely without reason. Finally, if there was anyone present that was still standing or hadn't found themselves something to eat, she would gesture for them to sit down and be comfortable. [break][break] judges maddox, teases aeris, accepts the food and enters the room again, lets aeris do the shazaam, waits a bit for people to settle down.
[attr="class","m2content"]the next breath he takes lasts an eternity. ( counterpoint: does he breathe at all? ) frozen as he is, his gaze shifts from tense to a stubborn steadiness, and he's almost certain this is a staring contest until zephyr chirps up at his side. he blinks, and, barring the slightest hints of defensiveness, smoothly recovers, "don't like interrupting, that's all."[break][break]
he moves aside as aeris and fane pass back into the main room; aeris offers zephyr a genuinely warm smile and hearty clap on the back; to his son, he chuckles as he moves along, seeming simultaneously amused and resigned to be on 'clean-up duty'.[break][break]
sliding past fane to follow his father towards the scene of the crime -- which, by now, seemed to be the entire place -- the purifiers set to work quickly. another gust of wind, this time smaller and far less forceful, sweeps the feathers away from the serving area, while aeris prods the wet carpet with a foot and concentrates. a few moments later: pearlie, in her corner, is happily amusing herself with the few feathers maddox has redirected; the puddle on the carpet has been reduced to a small damp patch, one that would hopefully dry on its own after a while.[break][break]
seizing the opportunity while everyone else settled down, maddox scoops some laksa into a bowl for himself, and promptly tries to locate sima -- upon finding them, he scoots over to sit down. as much as he wants to ask sima more about how the party has been progressing on his end, maddox finds his attention inevitably drawn back to the pink-haired lady in the doorway as she gestures for everyone to settle down.
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Post by Rowan Ashworth on Jun 5, 2017 18:21:04 GMT
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What a way to stand out, Rowan thinks to himself, morose and subdued. Grandmother will be so happy to hear of this mishap.[break][break] Maddox - he learned that this was Maddox, and not the man who'd gone and blasted him with water - kindly gave him a towel and a change of clothes. They were a little big - the sleeves hanging over his hands, the pant bottoms had to be rolled, and Rowan's shoulders didn't fit into the shirt too well - but he was grateful to no longer be in drenched clothing. "Thanks," he mumbles, hoping he's loud enough to hear.[break][break] Maddox moves to talk to a man who seems to be in a conversation with Fane. He recognizes the male vaguely - he had probably visited somewhere wherever the Ashworths were. Rowan can't remember - he's an observer, not someone who goes up to people and ask for names. But the male is obviously Maddox's father. Another person - Rowan briefly sees blonde hair and a scarred face - chimes in that the 'kid who got drenched' - that being Rowan, obviously - was an Ashworth, and the extra addition made Rowan want to sink to the floor. So much for bringing honor to the family. Rowan already knew he was a disgrace, but this incident just seemed like another large embarrassment to add to his list of faults.[break][break] Fane makes a mention of Maddox's interruption and of his name before she stood. Rowan almost feels like there's a hidden message in Fane's smirk. He can't tell - maybe it's derision or mocking - but he's too tired to care too much at this point. Or maybe he's just scared of how his grandmother will react once she hears of this. [break][break] He gives Aeris a nod as the man leaves along with his son to help clean up - it's one of acknowledgement and apology, despite the fact that Rowan was not the one to cause the large puddle in the middle of the room. But he still feels like perhaps some part of it is his fault, and the slight tinge of guilt refuses to go away.[break][break] He's not quite sure if he's ready to head back out to the main area, so he lingers by the wall near the guest room, hoping he's not being noticed. But it's impossible for him to not notice Fane standing nearby, also hovering by the threshold. But he doesn't move. Rowan stands there, observing the scene quietly, hesitating to move forward, much less engage in a conversation.
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[attr="class","intext"]Sima chatters for a bit and then moves on, trying to interact with everyone at least once. Sure this wasn't his idea, but he still lived here, so he would play the gracious host throughout. It would, however, be easier if people didn't drop water on others. Ah, poor Rowan. At least Maddox quickly took to that situation, whisking him away with a quiet threat to Julius. He held the threats at the edge of his tongue, doubting that Julius would take him seriously and Sima was simply not in the mood to deal with any troublemakers. So he ducked into the kitchen to fetch some towels. It took him a few minutes to gather ones he felt would do the job best and so by the time he stepped back out of the kitchen, Aeris was already in the process of cleaning up the puddle while Maddox took care of the rest. He sighed and flashed a lightly apologetic smile at them both for no getting it cleaned up sooner before he placed the towels on a nearby end table for easier retrieval in case it happened again. It probably would, he felt, if that was how the man decided to introduce himself. Sima didn't think they were going to get along, but thankfully there were plenty of other people to interact with. Like Rowan. Where was he anyway? He couldn't see among the others, so maybe he was still getting dried off? Ah, but there was Maddy and surely he would know. He quickly strode over as Maddy sat down at the table as gestured by Fane. "Maddy, baby, do you know where Rowan is?" He asked, but while Maddox didn't offer up a definitive answer, it was good enough, "Thanks, I see him now. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Rowan still stood in the doorway separating the work space from the living space and Sima briefly wondered by he hadn't see him before, but he decided it was the angle. From where he'd stood in the hall from the kitchen to the living room, he just didn't have the right angle to see Rowan. Especially with Fane also standing in the doorway. Anxiety welled up in him and he tried to quell with a confident stride, a warm smile, and a nod of greeting to Fane. He turned his attention quickly back to Rowan. "Are you okay?" He spoke quietly with the intention of keeping their conversation just to themselves, although with Fane's sheer proximity she would probably hear it all, "We can kick him out, it won't be a problem." Sima excelled at noticing things. He picked up on the subtleties of conversations, even as an uninvolved party, but it didn't take any of his skills to know that Rowan was a bundle of anxiety. Was he nervous because of the crowd? Or because someone had decided to be a dick to him? He didn't know and he wasn't really going to ask, he just wanted to help Rowan feel more comfortable.
tl;dr Nods at Fane in greeting and tries to make Rowan feel more comfortable
Post by percival grayreme on Jun 9, 2017 13:11:23 GMT
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Lev babesss. percy's sleepy lmao
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So far, Percy hasn't made any real progress in this gathering. He had made his move, but then it has to be halted because apparently the woman who pushed him in before has something to say. At least, that what Percy believes, judging from her words and gestures. Percy finds an empty seat, beside the two girls he's yet to know who, and there he makes himself comfortable. Somehow, Percy is convinced that the only company he would get tonight is his plate of pasta. He is not entirely upset about that. At least he gets free food tonight. He is quite in a tight budget nowadays, and so he'd grab every opportunity he could get to save up.
Funny how Percy describes himself as social. Only now he realizes... he's not really a social type that would do well in a group. He does better when just faced with one or two persons. He simply can't entertain multiple conversations at a time.
He watches as magic worked through the room. It seemed like the room is cleaning itself, wherein reality, as Percy sees it, it is the work of a purifier. Interesting, Percy thinks, eyeing the guy. Percy makes a mental note to stay after the party just to have small talk with the guy. He... had some curious questions about not just the affinity but the whole coven as well.
As he waits, Percy wonders idly why Rhea isn't around. Probably has some errands to run, Percy thinks, but nonetheless he is sad that she's not here. If she is here then he'd probably not be in this corner right now. And he has so much to tell her, to, from the Apprenticeship Exchange Program to missions and about this guy he met in the Starshow. Oh, he can't wait to meet her again.
His mind wanders off, thoughts getting out of context, as he waits for the woman to start speaking. Percy's eyelids flutters as he struggles to stay alert, legs crossed, chin on elbow. Would she tell them a bedtime story? That'd sound really good... sleep sounds good, too...
[attr="class","gearcore"] "Don't worry 'bout it too much, yeh?" Zeph offers to Rowan before they leave the adjacent room, giving the apprentice a light nudge on the arm, "Everyone knows Jules 's a cunt, an' no one takes the shit that happens at pasta night seriously. This ain't some fancy high-class shindig -- relax, an' get yourself a bite." Zeph had a theory that with more guests came more chaos, regardless of who those guests were. There always seemed to be a tipping point where a fairly simple act could spark the surrounding commotion turned into an event. It was especially inevitable with family (or maybe just Leviathan).
Returning to the main dining area, Zeph didn't make any effort to clean up the mess that'd been made, which was fairly typical for any mess he didn't consider his fault. Aeris had it under control. Probably. Instead, he claimed his seat. Spock had left him a bit of everything on their shared plate, but only a bite-sized sample remained of her favorites. "Ass..." Zeph muttered under his breath, to which Spock countered with a smug primateish chitter and a few choice thoughts, though didn't seem to have any inhibitions in climbing down from the table to make herself comfortable in his lap.
Fane seemed to have something she wanted to say, so Zeph went ahead and started eating. He couldn't start a proper conversation with a mouth full of food, after all.
@leviathans -- mostly Rowan Ashworth tldr; Rowan gets friendly shoulder-bump Zeph gets food Spock gets comfy 10/10 ready for story time and/or announcement
She delights in seeing the novice get worked up and then defend his actions, but she supposes she can bottle a spell of laughter if it ends in her favor. When she lines up to step outside, she pat's Maddox's back sympathetically but makes no inclination that she's even aware of what she's doing. It's enjoyable messing with people of all shapes and sizes. [break][break] She finds Rowan in the hallway- recognizable because she thinks that she has seen him before. "Hello there!" she waves to him and raises an eyebrow at what Zeph says but at this point doesn't question it. "You must be Rowan." She addresses him with no honorific and doesn't even acknowledge his family name. Instead she gives him a sympathetic look. "Your grandmother is a very accomplished person, but I'm confident she can't make pasta taste this good. Do you want my bowl?" [break][break] Before he can respond, she puts the bowl in his hands and gestures to the common room. She'll wait for him at the threshold. Sima comes to convince the girl and Fane watches them pass with a soft but still present smile, not returning the gesture. She'd wait a bit longer, watching everyone eat and suddenly feeling hungry herself. [break][break] "Hi," she says from the threshold unceremoniously. Because if there was anything she disliked in particular about the Helios Knights, personal grievances aside, it had to be the about of glitter that they claimed to be gold. Simple things, when effective, made a larger impact on the ground [break][break] "I'm glad I have everyone's attention." And she does look glad- hands serenely grasping each other as her body leaned against the frame of the door. "At any rate...maybe I should start with introductions?" Oh, the irony. "My name is Fane, and I'd tell you my rank, but I never did take the tests for an acolyte license, or anything beyond novice, really. It felt like a bad waste of energy and was too conformist for me, but I do encourage all those of you who can to test yourselves. " [break][break] She leaves out the bit of not really even having a witch's license, or really any form of registration with the government of Sundial. [break][break] "Ah, I'm not very good at talking about myself, you see, it doesn't come in the job description." She smiles lazily. "But I came here with the purpose of welcoming you all to Leviathan. I don't think, however, I have the right to do that until at least I know all of your names. Let's start with you, there. I want to make sure you all get a chance to introduce yourselves. For my sake, and everyone else's."
[break][break] teases maddox, gives her food to rowan, smiles at sima, introduces herself and makes a bad joke, asks for introductions. EVERYONE, EVEN THOSE WHO HAVE NOT POSTED IN THE THREAD BEFORE, IS ASKED TO POST FOR THIS ROUND.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 1, 2017 3:23:59 GMT
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She really didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed so quickly, but there was simply so many people she had seemingly lost her ability to make sense of it. It wasn’t long before someone talked to her, and Lynnelia was grateful it was someone who she at the very least vaguely recognized. [break] “Yeah, I remember,” she replied with a kind smile. “Even though the whole event ended in a mess… how are you now, by the way?” It was only courteous that she ask after him, considering she witnessed his fall; could’ve been rather painful. [break] She had been called in, so Lynnelia was slightly more comfortable as she moved further into the building, taking in the room — and the people — before she was addressed yet again; people were very welcoming here, weren’t they? That’s a bit of a relief, I suppose. [break] “Hi,” she greeted, again tossing a smile Sima's way. “Pleasure to meet you! Thank you.” She’d never really tried much “coven bonding” before, always too scared even though they were the only people who could know her real name; growing up with no friends, however, does have an impact on social confidence… or so she guessed. [break] Okay, so far, I haven’t, like, set anything on fire or something. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. [break] She had a bit of trouble locating the person Sima was pointing to before realizing Maddox was actually the man she’d met at Gale Valley. Funny how life works that way, huh. [break] She had decided to try and walk around, see who she could possibly mingle with when suddenly she felt an impact— it seemed someone had bumped into her, though she held no hard feelings. It was a bit hard to move, so it was only natural that at some point Lynnelia would collide with someone else. The girl apologized, to which Lynnelia told her it was fine though she had taken her leave of Lynn moments later, but she understood why— the girl was trying to calm a bird, probably her familiar. Lynnelia wished her luck. [break] She was gazing around, finding herself next to a similarly white haired woman near the edge of the “party” simply minding her business, as how the cramped the room was getting had her a bit claustrophobic. However, it was nice to talk to people, and someone seemed to be talking to the both of them. [break] “Good cooks, you say?” she said with a raised brow and a light laugh. “Oh, you don’t have to get me any! I’d hate to be a bother, but I’ll be sure to grab a plate and report back later— to confirm, of course.” [break] Lynnelia couldn’t help her almost teasing, though still definitively kind and genuine tone, as it came so naturally to her. It was all good-natured, and usually sincere— or, well, as sincere as she could be, all things considering. But, these were her coven members, so she wasn’t as paranoid as she’d usually be. Besides, they seemed nice. [break] True to her word, Lynnelia took her leave and began scouting for the pasta, getting herself a plate and returning to her previous spot before gathering some on her fork and tasting it. [break] Her eyes widened, nodding her head with a pleased expression. “You were right, have to admit it. It is pretty good.” [break] She hadn’t noticed the woman who entered, though it seemed quite a few Leviathans were at least a bit familiar with her, and Lynnelia couldn’t say she wasn’t even a little bit curious. [break] She didn’t, however, expect the woman to point her out when she had caught the room’s attention for introductions. Oh, wonderful. Now I can make a fool of myself in front of the whole coven. [break] “Oh, uh,” she began, eyes wandering around the room, almost studying everyone. She had to say her real name; the coven was likely the only thing she could trust even a little bit, and she had no doubt she’d likely be punished — or worse — if her dishonesty was uncovered. [break] “My name is” — she swallowed thickly — “Lynnelia Arnett. But, well, it’s kind of complicated for reasons I’d rather not say right now, but outside of Leviathan, I’d prefer — insist, really — that you use the name Ophélie Dodier. Just… a safety net of mine.” [break] She didn’t really recognize what was going to doom her before it was too late. Once she’d finished the sentence, she’d crossed her leg over the other, a nervous movement, only to lose her balance— with the plate of pasta tipping and beginning it’s descent onto the floor that will forever haunt her dreams because why am I so clumsy, Merlin— [break] Or, well, it would have fallen to the floor if Medea hadn’t been there. She hadn’t even registered the fox’s sudden apparition, she was so mortified, only to find that the beautiful creature was carefully balancing the plate on her head. [break] Medea looked around from the corner of her eyes. [break] Perhaps I should speak? she asked, sensing the nerves welling inside of her witch. [break] “It seems you’ve dropped something,” she said silkily, voice smooth as velvet. “Might be a bit cold now, however. Sorry.” [break] Lynnelia let out a sharp breath, her lips curving into a relaxed smile when Medea subtly pressed her tail against the witch’s thigh — a sign of comfort. She picked the plate off of her head, her expression suddenly sheepish. [break] Now free from the thing weighing her down, Medea turned her head to properly survey their audience, chuffing, though it sounded more like a laugh. “Oh my, it really is rather crowded here, isn’t it?” [break] tl;dr because i have no self-control: said hi to maddox, asked how he did after gale valley bs responded to sima bc sima is pure said it was okay that cassidy bumped into her lowkey teased percy and got pasta to confirm that yes it tasted good introduced herself by her real name and also that in public you gotta call her by ophélie dodier dROPPED PASTA AND THEN MEDEA SWOOPS IN AND SAVES THE DAY
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into a quiet, peaceful beat. It's a bit disappointing, if you're willing to ask for her opinion, but Erin doesn't mind peace. It allows her another bite of Sima's lokma while she scans the room. There are many new faces—a lot more than she expected to see tonight. Maddox's place sure was becoming popular. "Right?" she answers Juls's version of a greeting. "Pity you had to come and ruin the moment." Erin doesn't truly mean this last part, but she'd be damned if she didn't take advantage of the opportunity to mortify him.
The athenian is still recovering from the shove, and from the spoon to Hermione's head, when Fane announces her return. Literally.
She's surprised to find out that Fane isn't even a single rank higher than herself. Have we been taking missions from a novice all this time? she asks her familiar and herself. She's certain Fane has been around since before Zephyr even joined the ranks, which had to be a long while as well even if Erin had no exact dates. Not having risen higher than novice sounds like a lazy excuse, but the pink-haired witch was someone even Erin respected too much to call out. The mysterious air, the laid back confidence. Those were goals.
And, suddenly, it's introduction time. Like her first university class all over again.
The first one down is a white-haired woman she happens to recognize. Ophélie, Siri notes, her ears perked up at the sight. Although the visit to Venetia Beach had been a certified mess, both Erin and her familiar had ended with a good impression of the witch, and they were honestly, unironically glad to see her there. Erin makes a mental note to greet her later as she listens in on the introduction.
She frowns. Well, isn't this reunion full of surprises? Lynnelia Arnett is quite a pretty name. It has Erin wondering what circumstances force her to go around with another name, even outside of missions. If she was trying to keep a double identity, why confess her real name now? She turns her gaze to the woman still idly resting against the doorframe. It could easily be due to the figures of authority currently present, in which case Erin wonders if she ought to be offended, as a novice-ranked witch herself.
It's already too late to dive for the plate of pasta, or rather to let her magic do it for her, by the time she turns her attention back to Lynnelia, alias Ophélie, and her familiar. The latter is balancing the plate on her head, elegant as ever. "Medea, isn't it?" Erin asks the arctic fox, though not for confirmation. Siri remembers, Siri remembers almost all, and she whispered the familiar's name in her ear just a fraction of a second before Erin spoke up. "Nice save."
Then, she turns to the rest of the coven. It's, technically, not her turn to speak, but Erin had already gone and caught some of the room's attention with her comment. Might as well finish.
"Erin Caulfield. Codename: Circe," she introduces herself, without further preamble. The words come easily to her, like a practiced speech just waiting to be used. She skips the part about her Mirrorlight roots, and the part about being fairly new to the scene. She skips any explicit mention of her rank, as well, though her next sentence makes sure to address the topic in the most authoritative way possible: "Yes, I'm the one sending you fledglings and apprentices on errand missions to pick up alchemical ingredients for me."
If she feels any shame or remorse at utilizing her rank to practically slave people around, it doesn't show. "Better be careful with those, or I promise I will skin you alive," she adds. Although her words are delivered to sound as sweet as honey, the threat beneath them is all too real. Erin would not stand for defective materials.
"If you haven't seen me before, that's probably because I partner almost exclusively with Febr—I mean, Aeolus, one of our kind hosts, and Zephyr," she continues, and she can't help the smirk quickly forming on her lips at nearly, accidentally but totally on purpose, revealing Maddox's old codename. Funnier codename. Her eyes search the crowd for each of them, silently encouraging their own introductions once hers is finished.
Having been one of the few odd ones to rest languidly against the buffet table, rather than sat down, she takes this chance to move towards the fireplace and the comfort of a sofa's thick armrest. "However, considering we're all fighting for the same cause, do feel free to call me whenever you're in need of help. Even if I don't want to come to your aid, Siri here will undoubtedly force me to." Perched on her witch's shoulder, the vampire bat is impossible to miss. She doesn't speak up, like Medea did before her, but Siri offers her audience a shy bow, before quickly retiring to the cover of her witch's hair.
Erin hums comfortingly for her, thus putting an end to her brief introduction.
[attr="class","m2content"]there are many things he expects, but somehow, introductions aren't on the list. or rather, they are very far down the list, likely under a special subsection reserved for more unusual events. on second thought, the surprising amount of new faces this time perhaps does qualify this gathering as one.[break][break]
he sneaks a look towards the other known novices at fane's announcement -- maddox finds them unreadable, and, following their lead, keeps his own surprise silent. but there is no mistaking the pink-haired witch's seniority within the coven and, frankly, he has no arguments whatsoever. with everyone's attention directed at the round of introductions spurred on by fane, aeris slips back into one of the corridors by the side to stand with a sulking moosely, the familiar disgruntled by the lack of space. for the pair's cumulative size, they are quiet observers.[break][break]
the first to go for introductions is the girl he met at gale valley; a false name makes itself apparent; maddox's interest piqued. it is dutifully noted down, mentally, just before his eyes widen in horror as the pasta plate makes it descent. his fingers twitch, as if to work a spell, just as lynnelia's familiar swoops in to save the day. he hears a half sigh, half grunt of affirmation from moosely, and he relaxes once more, disaster averted.[break][break]
attention is quick to shift: erin is next, unapologetic as always. when she turns, eyes pointedly seeking his ( and some others, following her gaze, rest upon him as well ), he begins his introduction ever so eloquently. "um," he says, wondering if there is anything possibly more awkward than a forced round of introductions. when a brief pause grants him no better alternatives, he offers a wan, almost sheepish smile. "maddox rothscus. aeolus, on occasion."[break][break]
"just your friendly purifier, ready to help," he continues, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. it's up to debate about just how amiable he is, but barring the half-hearted retaliation on rowan's behalf earlier, and in comparison to erin's own declaration, his words seem fairly truthful. "don't mind moosely, though." the familiar in question gives a shake of his head, and continues glowering in ominous silence, antlers avoiding a wall-mounted light only by virtue of several years of trial-and-error. "he's always grumpy, so don't take it personally."
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Those following her seemed to be a bit more open about themselves, giving true name and code name, as well as showing off their familiars. After Erin and Maddox spoke up, he supposed it was only fair that he introduce himself as well. "Hey. I'm Zephyr. Also known as: Zephyr," he joked, breaking the double-name trend that had started up, "An' this's Spock. She ain't much 'f a conversationalist, but she'll spar ya if fightin's your thing." He motioned to the monkey on his lap, who seemed quite content to ignore everyone and just keep eating, offering little more than a quick wave with one of her spindly arms. As Zeph spoke, his gaze looked to the fledgelings, since Fane already knew all he was going to say and more. He was not nearly as curt as Erin, nor did he appear to feel any awkwardness over the situation like Maddox or Lynnelia. If anyone, his casual way of speaking most closely resembled Fane's, though he seemed comfortable with filling in some additional details.
"I've been a novice for a while now, since I got more 'f a knack for tinkerin' with machines than throwin' around spells. If ya need somethin' built or broken, I'm th' guy t' ask. An' honestly, feel free t' ask me anythin'; I'm not one t' judge or get offended easy. I'm th' kid brother o' that purifier dork," a fork was pointed back in Maddox's direction, "So it's not much 'f a challenge t' find me if ya ask 'round this house." He could go into how he'd gotten his scars, or the fact that his legs were fully artificial, or why he and Maddy looked and spoke so differently, but he didn't want to ramble on for longer than anyone who'd gone before him. If they wanted to know, they could ask. "Anyway, that's 'nough from me. Don't be a stranger," he ended, waving his hand to whoever was sitting next to him to prompt them to continue the string of introductions.
Post by percival grayreme on Jul 16, 2017 14:37:33 GMT
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Percy's ears, if they could twitch like an animal, probably would have twitched when the girl replies to him. He looks at her as she speaks with a gentle voice, and he smiles at her easily. "Yeah, go ahead," he says, needless at that, as the girl is already walking away. Surely enough, she comes back with her very own plate of pasta.
He isn't exactly worried about the feedback. Everyone with sanity would agree that, although it may not top their interests, this recipe is pretty good. "See?" he chides, nudging her gently, playfully. "I told you so. Spaghetti's my favorite."
They aren't given a chance to continue their conversation further, as the room is called to order. It's time for introductions, and he begins planning his own. He looks around, spots a medium-length mirror, and he grins.
Perfect.
He sits beside the girl who speaks first. He learns her name, Lynnelia, and her code name, Ophelie. Almost everyone had code names. He notes the name of the purifier, Maddox; the enchantress, Erin, and the engineer, Zephyr. They're the novice trio.
And then it strikes him. Is he supposed to carry out a code name? Goodness gracious, he breathes. He doesn't have one, but quickly thinks of one. It comes to him as quickly as he worries about it.
Somehow, it's his turn. Percy stands up, straightened his shirt, then flashes the group a wide smile. "If I can request everybody to look in the mirror right there," he says, gesturing towards the mirror's general direction. If they would look they would see a vivid display of an ancient city, bird's eye view, slowly zooming in to show a parent and son with makeshift wings. The illusion would continue up to the point of the son's fall into the sea.
"Percival Grayreme," he says, accompanying the illusion. "I go by Percy. I don't use any code name as of now, but when the time arises, I am to be called Icarus, the man who fell into the sea."
His speech ended together with the illusion. The images in the mirror blurs before clearing, showing everyone their reflections again. "I am an illusionist, as you can see. My... mother was here in Leviathan, but not for long. I got here because of a recommendation." He glances at the older woman, at Fane, he supposes, after hearing her name thrown around before, and he wonders if she had been in Leviathan to know a novice who quit the coven to give him a secure life.
He looks around one more time before giving a polite bow. "I hope we can work together magnificently. That is all, thank you."
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AND BE REPLACED BY PINTS OF WHISKEY, CIGARETTES, AND OUTER SPACE---
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Erin's response is characteristically dry, but it's not like Julius was behaving any better himself. He's cranky from Maddox's little brand of humiliation and of course from the undue pain of getting hit with a spoon on the head. Honestly, Hermione needed to take better care of herself. [break][break] "Of course I did. Can't have you stealing my girlfriend, right?" he asks, raising an eyebrow above the rims of his glasses to give Erin a defiant challenge. She might be two ranks a head of him, but he really can't bring himself to think of her as anything more than the annoying junior that had skipped to their class back M.U. [break][break] Which makes sense, because when Fane speaks, her rank sort of flies over his head. Rank is not the issue, power is. And whatever this woman may be, her presence and lazy smile are enough to make Julius feel uncomfortable. She speaks serenely-unperturbed by the crowd or whatever happened a moment before, and it's no wonder her sudden declaration makes the next girl drop her plate. [break][break] An arctic fox swoops in, and Julius blinks, catching himself saying "Nice save" the same time Erin does, or maybe a split second before. He gives Erin another shit eating look before acquiescing the stage for her introduction. She's followed by the other novices, and finally... a boy. Julius has to press his lips together to prevent himself from saying something at his unconventional introduction, feeling Cassidy's glaring presence behind him. [break][break] He sighs the labored sigh of a laugh held back, and swallows to make a serious-looking face before his introduction. "Ah, I'm Julius Kingston. Came here from Mirrorlight and the only thing I regret is letting this chick get ahead of me." He spares Erin a gesture. "But yeah. I'm your neighborhood friendly athenian, no one special, I promise."[break][break] He gestures dramatically to Cassidy. "This, on the other hand, is the lovely Cassidy Wolfe." Cass isn't as extroverted or shameless as he is, so he assumes she'll freeze up or do something equally as cute upon having the whole room's eyes on her. Smirking slightly, he adds, "Special beyond words, am I right?" [break][break] Becuase he might be a shitty boyfriend, but he is a damn smooth shitty boyfriend.
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[attr="class","intext"]She was a novice? Sima kept his eyes firmly away from Fane, mostly on Rowan, to hide his surprise. Well, by the nature of Leviathan, she could easily be a novice only in official name. Just because she thought the tests a waste of time didn't mean she didn't have the power of someone much above novice. She was where she was for a reason.
Rowan seemed okay and so Sima slipped past Fane again to return to sit next to Maddox at the table as introductions began. Lynnelia (he flashed her a smile again), Erin, Percival, and Julius. He carved their names and faces into his memory and then, ah, it was suddenly his turn. "I'm Sima." He hated introductions like this. They always felt so stiff and forced and he felt he had to watch his every word or people would find something to dig their grimy hands into. "I'm an enchanter and live here with Maddox and his family. Otherwise, there isn't anything particularly interesting about me." A small shrug, half of a smile, and he turned back to his food, apparently unwilling to let it get colder than it already had.
He guarded information about himself closely, dreading the idea of unnecessary (or even necessary) drama, usually stemming from his brother being part of Helios Knights. Fane surely knew, but he'd prefer to keep it a secret from the other coven members. He really didn't care for the trouble it would bring. And like this, at least, he could pretend that it wasn't going to be a problem in the future. A potentially very real, very serious problem.
Sima wondered if these introductions were going to culminate to some dramatic speech from Fane about how they were doing the good work and how proud they ought to be for being in Leviathan. He could really do without, especially since he'd thought this would be a much more casual thing. "It's just a bunch of us getting together to eat good food." Maddox had said. Maybe he wasn't expecting this either. There wasn't anything they could do about it now, so Sima leaned back, continued to eat, and watched everyone else.
tl;dr: Sima goes back to Maddox and gives a very short introduction
Post by Rowan Ashworth on Jul 17, 2017 21:34:04 GMT
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Rowan chews on his lip as Sima comes over and quietly asks if he's ok. He nods in response. He's strong. He'll get over it.[break][break] Another person comes over - the scarred one. Truth be told, he's glad to be finally talking to someone, but at the same time, he's not sure he enjoys all this attention. Attention begotten from pity. Yes, so he was made a fool, but honestly, he's not sure if he'd rather be left alone or showered with condolences and niceties. [break][break] Heck, even Fane gives him her bowl of pasta. How low had he gotten to receive a favor from Fane of all people? Whatever the case, he takes the bowl in his hands with muted thanks and chews on the pasta slowly. [break][break] He's quiet as he listens to the introductions. He's preoccupied with twirling his pasta around his fork, however, and he misses one or two names. There's some who obviously have been acquainted before, and others he's never seen in his life. Of course, his turn comes up while he's got a pile of spaghetti in his mouth. His face turns red as he quickly swallows, nearly choking in the process, and when he does speak, his voice is slightly hoarse, and not much more than a quiet mutter. [break][break] "I'm Rowan. Summoner. Pleasure to meet you." His voice slowly trails off, and though his introduction is short, he's spoken quickly, as if he's trying to get it over and done with. Which he is.