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.
Lots of things happen in the next five minutes, so fast that Cass nearly can't catch up. Hermione, the poor owl, takes a not-so-soft spoon to the head, and she swears that she could see Juls wince from the pain. He has a low tolerance for pain and an even lower threshold for humiliation, so it's no surprise that he's snappy.
Her bestfriend and--as much as she hates the title--boyfriend are constantly at odds, and for once, she seeks to stay out of their slightly terse exchange for once. Fortunately, before anything else happens, Fane speaks up. Her introduction comes to no surprise; if there's anything that she's learned about Leviathan, it's that the coven revolves around the very concept of anarchy, defiance in the face of law.
It's perfect for Juls.
For Cassidy, however, it's slightly unsettling. Not so much that she would leave--no, she loves the people; they're kind and nice and she doesn't feel excluded, but they're also lawbreakers. Criminals, by default. It's supposed to be liberating and free, but Cassidy can't help but feel suffocated under the pressure.
She blinks back into reality when she sees sudden movement on the side of her vision; someone had dropped a plate. Cassidy braces herself for the inevitable clatter and crash of glass, but luckily for them, one of the familiars had managed to dash in and save the day.
Nice save, says both Juls and Erin. She snickers behind a hand, although it's certainly loud enough for both of them to hear. As much as they wouldn't admit, they're more similar than they think.
When it's their turn, their introductions are true to their personality. Erin's is so her that it's kind of funny, deadpan and blunt. Julius' is snarky yet friendly, and Cassidy's just about ready to say her spiel until he gestures dramatically and talks for her, adding affectionate compliments to boot.
She flushes red, heat burning at her cheeks as she suddenly feels attention shift to her. Cassidy's never been afraid of the spotlight, but to have it suddenly beam on her in that way...it makes her sheepish. "Ah...yes. My name is Cassidy." She says, grabbing for words. Her attempt at a serene smile comes off as nervous, and she resists the urge to play with her hair or the threads of her clothes. "I'm an augmentor, but I'm by no means unapproachable. It's nice to meet you all."
When the next person starts their own introduction, she relaxes. But she does not forget. I'm going to kill him after this. She thinks, flashing a severe look towards Juls. She loves him, she really does, but this is something she can't forgive just yet.
listens to fane talk, laughs at julius kingston and Erin Caulfield when they say nice save at the same time, blushes profusely and stutters when she introduces herself. going 2 kill juls later. i'm sorry i ddin't interact w/ much of u guys im just so bEHIND ON POSTS AHHHH
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Jul 24, 2017 2:13:46 GMT
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"you know you don't have to do this, saoirse."[break][break]
the mellow voice sounds beside her ear, small claws gripping the material of her dress on her shoulders, soft fur tickling the back of her neck. marchosias is displeased with her decision to go to this gathering of people. he finds it incredibly stupid; a stupid evening, stupidly consisting of stupid people eating pasta. curling tighter around her neck, he could do little to influence her overall judgement, but he could offer better suggestions. [break][break]
we can work on your next book together. take another bath. play a game. maybe sleep? saoirse!"[break][break]
at her name, she stops by the entrance and gives a soft sigh. lifting a slender finger, she rubs her familiar's temple affectionately in an attempt to calm him down. she speaks softly and slowly, her tone tranquil and unfazed by his agitation, "marchosias. this is something we must do. this is my coven now, the least i could do is introduce myself." giving him a soft kiss on his snout, she knocks and pushes on the door, stepping into the house. [break][break]
the first thing she sees is a large reptile by the doormat. feeling just slightly uneasy, she forms a small smile and squats down. marchosias is restless upon her shoulders, unhappy with her being so close to another familiar. ignoring his childishness, she holds out a hand and murmurs, "pleased to meet you, my name is saoirse."[break][break]
she can hear voices deeper within the house; many in fact. while not exactly shy, there is a small amount of hesitance in her steps towards them. leviathan had never been on her agenda and the abrupt appearance of maddox on her doorstep was even more so. her presence in the coven was a spontaneous decision and whether or not she'd be accepted at all was up to the other members. [break][break]
walking into the room with a natural and gentle smile, she doesn't attempt to interrupt the chatter and instead, stands by. the aroma of pasta is delightful and she feels her stomach rumble in want. blushing slightly, she turns to marchosias, who perches on her shoulder, "well, we're here now."[break][break]
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ooc: purple is marchosias' speech! and i hope this was okay! <3[break][break]
She watches them introduce themselves one by one, and for each introduction, she has something to say. "A fantastic partner you have, Ophelie." she muttered to lynnelia arnett , the name stored deep into her memory and then plastered over the surface with Ophelie. She was no stranger to the game of names- all witches played that one when they first received their familiars, after all.[break][break]
Fane chuckled at Erin Caulfield 's introduction but nodded nevertheless. "oh i'm sure he's a sweetheart," fane said lightly to maddox rothscus ✨ , letting the response flutter and fade into the next introduction. she only gave Zephyr Hart a knowing smile, because no other words are necessary.[break][break]
she blinked at percival grayreme 's introduction but then clasped her hands together. "lovely, an illusionist! i look forward to working with you. and tell your mother her contributions are invaluable." she smiled at @julis and cassidy wolfe , in the way the old look at young love, but only said "nice to meet you both" before she moved to the next introduction. "good to meet you as well, sima."[break][break]
she nodded at Rowan Ashworth and @saoirse with soft eyes and by this time the group had hopefully caught on- people would respond to the introductions so they didn't fall flat on the floor. at the very least, there would be no excuse for not knowing the ones they'd met today. which was good. [break][break] "there really are a lot of new people!" she said, relaxing her posture as though satisfied. "now that i know all your names, i think i can finally formally welcome you to the coven. we are a coven chased down and driven off- but you can never vanquish an idea nor a symbol, so long as it exists in the hearts of men. we are leviathan, and all of sundial is our sea."[break][break]
it was said without pretense- there was no air of a commander leading her troops to battle, nor a mighty rise nor fall in her voice (which, by the way, remained a few knots above a whisper the whole time). she grinned at Sima Pahlavi 's and maddox rothscus ✨ general direction. "now if someone could get me some pasta that'd be wonderful."
[attr="class","m2content"]the introductions continue. one gives them quite the show -- an illusion takes over the living room mirror, and, unbidden, he quirks an eyebrow; it is unexpected, to say the least, and as it ends, leaves him with more questions than answers. somehow, he gets the feeling that it's not the type of questions you just bring up at a casual dinner party. fane interjects after each face makes themselves known, quiet and unobtrusive if one could ignore the power than underscored her voice ( which, maddox thinks, is rather impossible ). likewise, it is impossible for him not to keep looking back expectantly, as though she would break off into a speech at any moment. which she does not.[break][break]
then comes julius' introduction, which is somehow so very julius of him. there's a twinge of sympathy for cassidy. soon, it is sima's turn; a gentle curve of the lips offers wordless encouragement, eyes soft for a fleeting moment ( then it passes, and he and sima both turn their attention back to the introductions that follow ).[break][break]
( it is also at this moment that saoirse enters, and the crocodile regards the other familiar with a critical eye, but brushes against the girl's hand with a scaly snout nonetheless. it is an invitation if there ever was one. )[break][break]
and finally, finally, she speaks up, after the introductions have faded. there is nothing special, a casual observer might have said, about the way fane speaks. and the same observer might have said that there is nothing remarkable about a spider waiting in its silk-web palace, disregarding the poise, the poison, the spider in its entirety with its glittering eyes and the patience of a god ( and, in some rights, equal parts divine and terrifying ). and there is something about the casual claim, all of sundial is our sea, that makes a shiver run down his spine.[break][break]
not that any of this silent reverence makes it to the surface. instead, he blinks, and protests without much heart behind it, "didn't you just--" a huff of laughter as he moves towards the pasta table. "i'll get it."[break][break]
belatedly, he realises he doesn't quite know what sort of pasta fane likes, and ends up with a plate full of various kinds. when returning, he has the grace to look a little sheepish. "ended up getting you a little of everything, hope you don't mind."
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[attr="class","gearcore"] Although many of the people here were analyzing someone or other -- whether it be Fane's tone or the other members' illegal activities -- , Zephyr found it difficult to view any of them as anything other than a part of his home. He'd been in this web for too long to see anything else. It was odd, though, that so many of them seemed to be around his age. He had been the "kid of the family" for the majority of his life, and wasn't yet used to having such a large number of similar peers.
As the introductions come to an end and Mads stands to get Fane some more pasta (she really did have an awful habit of losing what was hers), Zephyr relocates to sit near Juls and Cass. He promised Juls earlier in the evening that he'd talk to him, after all. "Y'know, mate, I think I'm gonna have t' start takin' bets on who kills ya first. Maybe it's just th' concentration o' people, but it looks t' me that you're just pissin' off everyone t'night," the crafter says to Julius wth a smirk, "Personally, though, I think I'd put money on your girlfriend."
As Zeph is busy talking to his friends, Spock approaches the pink haired girl who had arrived late, handing her a fork with insistence and pointing to the serving table. It's unforgivable for anyone to be without food at pasta night, but unfortunately the monkey is too small and lithe to reasonably carry a plate from one table to another without dropping its contents all over the floor.
Post by julius kingston on Sept 21, 2017 15:37:35 GMT
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if my woman were a fire, oh she'd burn out before i wake[break]
AND BE REPLACED BY PINTS OF WHISKEY, CIGARETTES, AND OUTER SPACE---
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When the introductions trudge forward, Julius feels his eyes flicker to the pink-haired woman. She responds to almost everyone personally, to the point where it's almost unnerving. But the tension in the room is shattered. It only returns when she speaks again, and even then in the smallest of traces: a grand declaration. But no glitter plastered over it, no glory at the end of their fight, no promised wealth no revenge, least of all any kind of consolation. [break][break] Truth never screams, it whispers. [break][break] Julius feels a rush down his spine and the thrum of adrenaline. He only realizes he's been staring intently at Fane when she tears her gaze away from them, and it feels like he has just surfaced from the most extraordinary illusionary spell of all time. [break][break] Zephyr approaches him, and Julius is quick to push aside whatever intensity arose in that moment, and pull forward the rhythm of banter from a well-accessed part of his memory. "Do I get a split of the profits?" He asks instantly, smiling as a spoon drives into his pasta. His eyes distractedly go back to the pinkette and how she's receiving a bowl of pasta from Maddox, but his vision focuses instead.[break][break] He laughs at Zephyr's remark, shaking his head. "Oh my bet's there too." Cassidy Wolfe definitely has it in her to kill a man with looks alone, if all his years at uni and in Sundial have been any indication. [break][break] "How about you? Found a home girl or are you still married to the machines?" [break][break]
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asks zeph if he's got a sweetheart :sparkling_heart: