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.
The wind brushed against his skin and sent warm tingles down his spine. He could hear the sifting of grass as he took one step after another. And even smell something salty which made his nose itch a little.
"Are we near the ocean," he called out.
Rufus was leading the way as she usually did but this time, she was much quieter. Sometimes she'd warn him of rocks or animals that were in his path. He could feel them but she took it upon herself to serve as his eyes anyway. It was her duty, she'd say, but today it felt a little different.
We're almost there, Flynn.
That's what she said the last few times he'd try to make a guess over where they were headed. To be fair, it was getting a little old. She'd woken him at some hour of the day or night and decided that they needed to head out somewhere together. Urging him to put on his boots and keep his eyes shut which wasn't much of a problem, he jokingly reminded her.
Only this time she didn't laugh or scoff in return.
Rufus didn't say anything at all.
And even if he wasn't going to let on, Flynn was worried.
Okay, stop.
He came to a slow halt and crossed his arms behind his head. Turning his head left and then right, he hummed.
Okay, what do you see?
"Darkness."
She grumbled and he laughed heartily.
Flynn, this isn't a joke.
But he wasn't joking. That's all he could see.
I need you to do this for me, for us okay?
"Do what?"
Take off your blindfold.
Every thought he had came to a screeching halt and he raised his hands.
"Rufus I—"
Please, Flynn. We have to tackle this one way or another.
A moment of silence followed before he felt himself cave in. Reaching up to undo the tie and letting his blindfold slip into his open palm. When he cracked open his eyes, he found that it was dark outside. Dark enough for him to see the silhouette of Rufus in front of his face and the glimmering of moon rays on the rolling seas.
Flynn opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by sounds of footsteps.
there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying
that i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
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It has always been
rather funny to Erin, how Sundial had two twin lighthouses built along its coastline. As a recently arrived city girl, she'd assumed it to be a mistake—wouldn't two lights confuse sailors? how much higher were the costs of maintaining two lighthouses rather than one?—and the fact only one was used at a time most nights was doing nothing to help. Later, after a helpful visit to the local library, she'd come to learn that they were called leading lights, and that they could be and were indeed often used to guide ships by aligning both lights to symbolize a correct route.
Erin hums as she climbs the last of the way up the cliff. She's wearing boots tonight, rather than the high heels she usually favors, though even this pair of leather boots has an inch of low heels to enhance her height. The soft thud thud they make against the ground is comforting, if not as comforting as clicking heels against porcelain.
She's not alone, she finds out soon enough. She can see him, light hair and dark clothes, thanks to the help of her familiar. Siri's eyes glow a pale silver, product of using her enhanced night vision. A question flies out, hangs in the air, and she has to fight the urge to laugh. Another beat passes before she decides to speak up. "Do you realize how dumb that question sounds? Do you want me to answer 'No, there is no one here, carry on'?"
The rotating lights that Moon shed grows closer. For a moment, they orbit around them like a proper satellite would, before flickering off and reappearing a few feet away. Actually, Erin isn't sure which of the lighthouses it was, and no one she'd asked had been able to give her a firm answer, but she was happy to name the night time version of the two now. She'd always had a knack for poetry and drama. It shows when she next chooses to speak, too.
"A question like that can get you killed," she says at last, letting the young man connect the dots for himself. It's not worry she feels for the stranger. She couldn't care less if he got into harm's way for being somewhere like this in the middle of the night. As is the case with most of Erin's carefully timed quips, she just wants to get a rise out of him.
Flynn can barely see but the snark is inadmissable and even warranted considering his uncertainty. Sometimes, it was much harder to tell where someone was or if something was moving without his blindfold on. He wasn't sure how Rufus got around with the amount of noise and colors that just seemed to be endlessly ricocheting from one plane of existence to the other. But as his familiar was distracted with the presence of another person, he closed his eyes and felt better by a small margin.
The blindfold was a comforting weight in his hand and despite their newfound friend's snarkiness, he was happy. A fond smile formed on his lips as he settled on hand on his hips. He probably looked funny standing there with his eyes closed but it was a risk he was willing to take.
"Giving yourself away isn't exactly the smartest thing to do either."
He raised his hands to link them behind his head, tutting before letting loose a drawn out sigh.
"So I guess we both have some things to work on in the name of stealthiness."
Flynn's hands dropped to his hips again and he made sure not to let his blindfold slip from his grasp.
"But if you don't mind, could you turn out the lights, it is hard to see."
Even with his eyes closed, he could see little circles dancing in shades of colors that he wasn't interested in seeing. So much for a trust exercise.
"I had this under control," Rufus said.
Ah yes, but sometimes the unexpected should be expected.
I wasn't sure what lights he was talking about (sweats) but I assume it's his synesthesia? Lmk if I was assuming wrong/anything needs changes! @flynn
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there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying
that i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
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Curious. That's the first
word that comes to Erin's mind when she notices him close his eyes, and fail to reopen them even as he answers her and their exchange carries on. The smile, too, doesn't go by unnoticed. It's so odd, so out of place, that she can't help the frown quickly forming in her face. She doesn't understand why someone would smile at a situation like this, and it bothers her greatly. Sure, she was no authority on human psychology, but she liked to think she knew enough to provoke outrage when she meant to.
That same soft hum from earlier returns. It's shorter now; pensive, more than anything. Erin could hardly consider this person dangerous, despite how confused she was about his actions. In the hypothetical situation that she did indeed mean him harm, she would certainly be done with him in a matter of seconds. They were both still standing and intact, which spoke miles about her intentions.
"Touché."
She has more to say, frankly. She could go on about the implications of her decision, or spook him about the dangers of the coastline at a time like this, or even emphasize her generosity by choosing not to prank him, and a hundred and one other tangents. She doesn't. They're unimportant. Erin doesn't need to prove anything to him. It is his next question that really catches her attention, and refuses to let go.
Turn out the lights? she repeats in her mind. Confusion couldn't have a clearer face. Of course, he can't see that, what with his eyes being closed. Erin can only assume he means the lighthouse's, in which case he was shit out of luck. "As flattering as it is for you to assume I have that kind of authority, I don't. Even if I had, I don't believe I'd be inclined to." The most she could do for him, without recurring to the less orthodox methods she reserved for Leviathan's and her own goals, would be fixing the lantern's shadow, so that it stopped moving. From this distance, she really couldn't be assed to try even that for a stranger.
While she speaks, Erin's gaze flickers down towards his hands, and the blindfold he's holding tightly between his fingers.
Again, all she can think about is that the young man in front of her is curious indeed. Intriguing, even. The situation itself made no sense to her. Evidently he wasn't blind, because he wouldn't be complaining about the lights if so. Was he high, then? No, Erin couldn't see or smell anything off. "Are your eyes overly sensitive? Are you an albino?" she asks, tactless as ever. This theory at least was starting to make a little more sense. Erin had noticed his hair color was very light, but its exact shade was harder to discern even with her night vision.
