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Private AU/PSL RP. A tale of two brothers from alternate 1879 France, and the witch, her golem, and other colorful characters, who get entangled in their lives. Urban fantasy, steampunk, magic, guns, and coffee collide. ➤ PART I ➢ "La Caravane".

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[pragnanz]

Then why ask?

[ No, really, he genuinely wants to know— what's the point, is what he says with the dubious upquirk of a brow. ]

If you all find me so repellent, you should leave me well enough alone. No need to continue reinforcing it.

[nerine]

[She's eye rolling like mad here]

It's interesting. [go trainwreck(?) go???]

Probably because it seems like you haven't decided yourself.

[pragnanz]

Assumptions are dangerous. You've no idea who I am, miss— I've known you for little over half an hour.

[ A soft laugh. ]

Will I be interrogated every time I come here, or only on the odd occasion?

[nerine]

Fortunately for you, my shifts aren't regular. I'm just surprised we haven't met earlier.

Thank god for that, hm?

[pragnanz]

Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I've no ill will towards you, I'll have you know.

[ And that's the truth of it, however much he's chosen to be stubborn about staying 'true to form'. ]

I'm just of the opinion that I'm not worth your time or investment.

[nerine]

I can decide that for myself.

Kind of like how you decided to come here of your own volition.

[pragnanz]

...

[pragnanz]

I may have come here to see Oren, you know.

[ THROWING OREN UNDER THE BUS ]

[oren]

No.

[don't involve him human baby!!!]

[nerine]

Not the first nor the last for him.

Granted, it's fun to tease him like Iona, but they are two different beasts entirely.

[pragnanz]

He hasn't a sense of humor for teasing; exhibit A.

[ Motioning towards that cold 'no' he's just received from the other side of the room. ]

I do admire your ambition, however.