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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]

[ 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.