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.
[attr="class","elihnotes"]@jd squad / 1000 years later.
[attr="class","elihcontent"]WHEN IT HITS HIM, elih takes a moment to reconsider his existence. 'it refers to, upon a closer-than-comfortable observation as it flies towards his head, is a prosthetic leg, hurtling towards him at terminal velocity. the amount of pain it causes when it collides seems about appropriate.[break][break]
internally, he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation. there are many things that could fly towards one. prosthetic legs are not the norm. he also wonders why he had dragged himself here in the first place; it's not like he knows anyone, nor is he the type of person typically associated with social gatherings, or the wild sport of mattress surfing.[break][break]
"oh, shit," is what he ends up saying, in the most underwhelming manner one could ever exclaim an expletive. oddly enough, he finds himself sitting cross-legged on the floor, head spinning slightly from the impact. he is also not sure whether the following events are an odd hallucination, some terrible nightmare sprung to life: cain agrees to test the system, and a blur of energetic teenager blurts a warning, crashes headfirst into cain, and tumbles onto the mattress.[break][break]
in any other situation, he would be glad to see a familiar face. in this situation, he only manages a quiet "oh dear" from his position on the ground, somehow both surprised and resigned. perhaps a first-aid kit will come in handy.[break][break]
before he actually gets up, he notes the offending leg, lying still and innocent beside him; this, he picks up cautiously ( as though it would come to life on its own and deliver the finishing blow ), offering it towards the blond who he can only assume to be its owner. "um, so, this is yours, right?"
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[attr="class","gearcore"]Zeph hadn't actually expected Cain to agree to being the first victim tester of the makeshift pulley system cobbled together by a monkey, but the mechanic's face lit up when he did. "Aw c'mon, mate, ya really think all the dozens o' Jesters here would just sit back and watch if ya dropped? You'll be fine," the blonde starts, but is soon interrupted by one of the Jesters tackling the Den's leader onto the recently-ridden mattress. Zeph would have taken that moment to add some stipulations to his definition of "fine", but, with his second leg detached, Cain was the only thing keeping him upright.
He wobbled, began to tip, and, with failing arms finding no purchase, hit the ground with a graceless thud.
Someone asks if something is his, so Zeph turns his head to see his second leg being offered in his direction. "Wow, how'd ya guess?" he teased lightly, smiling despite the immediate pain of impact. He pushes himself off the ground and walks on his hands over to his lost limb, sitting next to Elih so he could take the prosthetic and and begin to re-attach it (though it would take him a few minutes).
The rest of the party, however, didn't seem to know how to proceed. Many appeared deeply concerned about the current treatment of their leader, while others continued to glance up the stairs, evidently wanting to ride down themselves. It was about time they got this party started, wasn't it? "Well go on!" Zeph shouts above the mumbling, "Help 'im outside b'fore he changes his mind!" It seems that a handful of the more mischievous Jesters are willing to comply, gathering around the mattress and hoisting it up, carrying the fallen duo towards the door.
Post by astartia zamóre on Aug 21, 2017 0:05:11 GMT
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At least he’s laughing, Astartia thought with a suppressed chuckle, smile growing wider at the coven leader’s reaction to their rather ridiculous endeavors. Salacia let out a gleeful hiss. [break] “Oh! Watch ou-” she warned with an amused, though alarmed, look as a young girl went to tackle Cain onto a mattress, unable to hide a good-natured giggle. “That’s one way to do it, I guess.” [break] She watched the exchange with raised brows, though yet another blunder caught her attention, and Astartia shook her head, tsking in the process. “Oh Merlin, this is looking good on us, isn’t it… you alright, Zeph?” She said the last bit with a half-laugh at the end, watching as he maneuvered over to Elih in order to reattach his prosthetic before turning back to Cain. [break] The half-breath of her laugh morphed into a boisterous one at Zephyr’s command, throwing him a playful “Will do!” before joining some members in hoisting the mattress with the two up and making their way toward the pulley system. “You know, leader, I don’t think we’ve properly met before but I guess this is as good a time as any,” she smiled as they all set the pair up for the ride of a lifetime. “Astartia— pleasure to meet you. Oh, you too, of course!” She winked at the younger witch with a pleasant look to her. [break] “Anyway, enjoy the ride!” she laughed as the pair were put under the mercy of the pulley system, sending them off with a mischievous wave and a shit-eating grin before going back toward Zephyr and Elih, hands resting idly on her hips. “He’s in for the ride of his life,” she snorted, turning her head back to where the pair were previously and letting out a chuckle.
[attr="class","gearcore"] "All good," Zeph assures Star with a thumbs-up from his position on the ground. Nothing felt cut or broken, and that was generally the line he would have needed to cross to identify as not okay.
"By th' way, are you alright?" he asks Elih as the parade of Jesters leave the room with Cain atop a mattress. The crafter realizes -- belatedly -- that there wasn't much open space for his leg to land with such a dense crowd, so it was much more likely to have hit a person before the floor. "I know this thing can pack a punch. Ah, well, kick I s'pose," he notes as he waves the limp prosthetic briefly before rolling up his pant leg to reveal the stub where it would be re-attached and beginning the process of strapping it in place.
He's almost done by the time Star comes back inside, though he pauses a moment to chuckle at her comment. "Fuck yeh he is! This's the best mattress surfin' course Salem's ever seen," he affirms with a grin, not mentioning this was very likely the only mattress surfing course Salem had ever seen.
At the top of the course, Spock smiles and waves through the window, motioning for the ascending duo of Cain and Ling to climb inside. She had already set up a mattress for them (with the help of a pile of rocks she'd lifted inside), and even wrote up a few instruction cards on a notepad, flipping the page as they completed each step.
<-- Please take your seat here.
Hold on tight!
Do not exit the ride until you reach the 1st floor lobby.
Have fun!
Before they had a chance to ask any complicated questions about the safety of the ride, Spock lifts the rocks to shove the mattress down the stairs.
astartia zamóreelih kartallíng lù-xīlucena zamóre @jesters tldr; Zeph asks if Elih's okay & gloats a little about his & Tart's work here Spock sends Cain & Ling down the stairs together on a mattress.
There's this piano jazz in the air, this ephemeral glide of notes, a light trill of joy, of the electric that is crowds, of covens, and their mischief. Maybe it comes from so many people being so intrinsically connected to mana being so close together, but it feels like a holiday, like jazz and those self-important saxophone solos, and yet Elijah finds herself walking to the beat with her familiar by her side.
As a newbie to the guild, she was not versed on any of the antics they were prone to, and had only heard of them by rumor. She misses the musical cue in the air and wanders right into the thick of it, watching conversation with a face so completely confused she had to pinch to lips as if to keep it from twisting completely out of shape. What's worse? She remembers that she'd seen the flyers. "Oh, that's today," and she cradles her face in her hand. It's no wonder her supervisor let her off today. But Izrail jumps for joy, "Oh, it's Today!!" and he canters into the crowd.
"Izzy!" She hisses, lurching forward, and looking about the crowd before she smiles. Perhaps not so secretly, she really does "dislike" it when her familiar gets her into situations. At least it's an adventure. So she rushes in, her familiar ahead of her, about when ... prosthetic leg? (Really?) ... yes, a prosthetic leg is hurtled at someone's face, the leader is shoved unto a mattress, and ... Elijah looks up at the rig, this makeshift pulley system for mattresses. Elijah, in complete shyness at being dwarfed by the homebrewed splendor that are all rickety gadgets, shakes her head, "Nope," and chuckles. "That can only end in tears~," But she decides to stick around anyway, wondering if she'll just pass as a wallflower for now.
((TLDR; She walks in, and is taken aback by the system. She doesn't think this can end well xD))
She Acts. / He Follows. "She speaks." / "He responds." She thinks. / He whispers his thoughts.
[attr="class","elihnotes"]@jd squad / 1000 years later.
[attr="class","elihcontent"]THE OWNER OF THE LEG ( an odd phrase ) eventually comes over to retrieve his leg, reattaching it through a series of unknown and complicated-looking mechanisms that elih watches in silent curiosity. he doesn't get up just yet, instead watching the mattress surfing events unfold with the kind of fascinated horror a bystander gives to a bar brawl gone wrong. granted, there is a lot less violence and injury, and elih hopes fervently that it will remain as such.[break][break]
"i'll be fine," he reassures the stranger, raising a hand to gingerly touch his forehead -- oh, oops, there's definitely a bruise forming. he winces. "sort of." a small, flat shard of ice appears in his palm, and he presses it gently against the darkening bruise. it probably looks worse than it is.[break][break]
he turns his attention to the course instead, and against his better judgement, cannot help but feel intrigued. an idle question lingers on his tongue -- 'what inspired all this?' -- but before he knows it, the mattress takes off, and he watches with bated breath.
The running tackle took him by surprise, and thus Cain suddenly found himself sprawled across one of the mattresses. [break][break] "Ah-- are you alright?" he asks on instinct, hoping the enthusiastic fan hadn't hit anything at an damaging angle. The good news was that she appeared to be all in one piece. The bad news was that the mattress had given the rest of the mischievous partygoers a convenient base with which to lift them up and carry them over to the pulley system. After taking a few moments to find a position that felt even moderately stable, he can't help but laugh at the situation. "And here I thought I'd have an uneventful return," he comments, shaking his head at his own foolishness as the excited coven-members begin to pull them skywards. [break][break] "Astartia... I'll let you know if it's a pleasure when I reach the bottom," the Den's leader jests, the edges of his lips upturned. [break][break] At the top of the lift, he helps Ling inside and follows the primate familiar's instructions, albeit with visible hesitation. He is little concerned about his own wellbeing, since he has faced much worse than the dangers of gravity and momentum in the past, but rather about whether he should be enabling his coven like this. With a sigh and light chuckle, he succumbs to the inevitability of this set-up and takes a seat on the readied mattress, wondering idly if this was not merely the product of neglectful leadership, but, instead, an intentional prank thought up by Valerus. [break][break] However, the monkey leaves little room for thought as she lifts nearby stones (apparently brought up to the top level of the cafe for this exact purpose) to give them a strong initial push down the staircase. Cain is not a loud person, so aside from an audible inhale near the beginning of the ride (which isn't fully released until the very end) and an awestruck glistening in his eyes, there is little indication of his opinion of the track as the mattress zooms downwards. Even after skidding to a halt once they reached the first floor, Cain seemed to be at a loss for words. [break][break] "That... turned out drastically better than I'd expected," he admits, unable to fully wipe the smile from his face as he looks to Zephyr and Astartia, "Unfortunately I won't be able to stay for the full event, but know that this has been the best mattress surfing course I've ever been on, and I think the work that went in to putting it all together is admirable. Just... please avoid breaking anything important." Like limbs, primarily. The leader offers a sparklingly white smile. "Other than that, I think the familiar upstairs had the right idea: have fun!" [break][break] And with that, Cain's body appears to vanish into thin air, leaving behind nothing but glittering hints of stardust in his wake. [break][break] cain has left, but has given this party his blessings. Feel free to either continue posting or wrap up the thread.
The running tackle took him by surprise, and thus Cain suddenly found himself sprawled across one of the mattresses.
