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sweethymns2016-05-13 10:52 pm
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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. ➢ "La Caravane". |
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[And truly, Oren is quite heavy... He's made of tougher stuff than humans after all even if he feels human on the surface. Iona does Gus a favor by dragging the golem by the arm and making him lean on her.]
We'll probably have to extend our stay at this rate.
[The witch looks very worried. Problems keep piling up, one after another.]
The Grind should be fine since Monts has access, but Oren...
[Oren needs time to recharge. Berna isn't around and Iona doesn't have her grandmother's expertise when it comes to maintaining him.
It's complicated magic stuff.]
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[ Doctor instincts, sue him. It occurs to Claude that Oren is a magical being, and that the usual sort of human remedies won't work on him.
How interesting.
But he manages to steer away from his practical desire to see how the golem ticks, and decides upon a more productive, possibly more polite way to approach his companion's maladies. ]
Unfortunately [ he stresses this word... ], the flat next to mine is empty. If you require medical assistance— as outdated as ours is sure to be, for you— it would be convenient if you took up shop there.
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[Her right hand that supports Oren unconsciously grips his arm.
Iona's eyes show her surprise at Claude's offer. It's... She can't say she expected it really? He'd be more stand offish wouldn't he? Or is she just assuming things again?]
... The flat sounds great, Claude. And if we got a ghoul in the opera to deal with, might as well make a base!
[Her voice returns to its cheery and heartened tone.]
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It makes him sick (not in a bad way, which makes him feel sicker), because he knows that connections are important.
God, he hates relating to people.
After he makes his offer, he turns away so that Iona won't be able to see the way his expression twists just a fraction. She's such a bad influence, why is she making him empathize with people, ugh. ]
...We'll let him rest, then. Auguste, will you be fine on your own on your way back?
[ His brother knits his brows, but ultimately nods. Of course, Gus'd wanted to stick around and explore a bit more, but that would be foolish, even for his standards. ]
Tomorrow, I'll see if I can't find a map of the underground. Something for Oren to look over while he's bedridden.