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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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[crafting]

[ He hears warning bells in his head, sirens that start low and grow louder with the pound of his hear in his own ears.

No, he thinks. I don't like this, she's gonna be sad about this later.

So En isn't demure or gentle this time around: he grabs Monts by the shoulder, hauls her backwards and pulls her into an approximation of a bearhug. If she fights him, he'll deal with that later— better that than letting her do something that she really might regret. ]

—That's not kinky!

[ He's pretty sure he's heard this term once?? Being used this way?? So.

He Tried. ]

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[nerine]

[The bearhug takes her by surprise, both her and the dark creature under her skin, so much so, that when he pulls her, she stumbles backwards and then forwards, essentially falling to the ground.

Monts's mind is feeling confused and hazy, a combination of the innate negativity causing the creature within to try and take control AND her own self trying to process just what the hell En meant when he used that word.

But first, fall recovery.]

... Ow?

[nerine]

[She lays there, hands limp at her sides. En was holding her. It was... Give her a minute to register this, screw the ghost girl who's probably hovering over near them.

When she finally speaks up, her voice is normal, despite the dark veins all over her body.]

En.

You don't know what the means do you?

[crafting]

[ He's still holding her when the collapse into a heap, his back to the floor to cushion Monts' fall.

(The ghost girl across the room covers her mouth, stares at the both of them, and scowls.) ]

Ow... Huh?

[ His grip tightens, obstinate. Maybe a bit suspicious, as if he's worried she's just saying that to make him let go. ]

Means that something's wrong, right? [ A little jostle, to insist that he's not going anywhere. ] C'mon. I got you.

[nerine]

[She wriggles her arm out, just enough so that her finger can stroke him under his chin, but it's more condescending than enticing.

And very flatly and without any regard to the ghost and their dire situation, she says:]

It's a sex thing.

Not the best thing you can shout in front of a murderous ghost and a girl with a demon in her body.

[crafting]

[ That takes a second to sink in properly, and. Well.

When it does, he's squirming under Monts, arms up and waving at the ceiling as if he's an upended turtle. ]

Taking it back! Taking it back.

[nerine]

[Monts rolls her eyes and pushes herself up by her palms, positioned above En's shoulders. From the perspective of anyone else, it looks like she's pinning him down and she could be doing that intentionally i mean.

Her veins are pulsing, but her eyes are clear and so is her voice as she reprimands En.]

Honestly, you worry me sometimes En.

Now can I get the ghost to piss off or what?

[Okay, so maybe she seems a bit snappier, but that's just her in a stressful situation, really.]

[crafting]

[ Flat on his back, En almost balks at the contact— but he doesn't have much time to do so, since the ghost behind them is getting angrier by the second.

She stamps her feet, strangely childish despite the fact that the air grows colder and a thick fog starts to curl from under the tatami: like a plague or a pestilence. ]

"It's not fair...! Why does Big Sister get to have friends? You're sick too, aren't you?"

[ The little ghost stomps again, and the walls seem to shake. ]

"He'll hate you too! Everyone will!"

[nerine]

[Monts falls silent as the fog starts to surround them. She takes a deep breath before sitting up, pulling En with her so that he can sit up next to her.]

Whoop. There you go.

[She's not disregarding the angry apparition however. Her gaze is cold as she stares back at the ghost, coolly, and appearing unaffected even with the creature blackening her body.]

You're one stupid kid. I already know what it's like to be hated. Hell... [She runs a hand through her hair.]

I know what it's like to die.

[Monts turns back to En.]

Any ideas on how to handle this. Because if it were up to me, I can't promise she's gonna get off lightly for doing this to us.