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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]

[ Do you ever play yourself: the life. Claude does his level best to look away from Iona after he sees the edges of contentment seep into her expression, letting his hands busy themselves with adjusting his collar and tie.

I'll be back in a minute, he says, before quickly disappearing into the throng of books and archaic equipment, into the archives where he fishes for records of orphanages and births happening around the operahouse within the past 30 years or so. Those are the dry books he'll skim through, the ones that don't exactly spur imagination— the records he brings back for Iona are the ones with more of a story to them, old newspapers and handwritten stories of a boy with a sad voice who lives in the sewers.

When he comes back, Claude sits down so that he covers Iona from any passersby, leaving her free to pick up the books without worry. ]

Oh good, you're still here.

[infusion]

[When he comes back, he'll find her with her phone in her hands (it's weird, there's technically no signal, but she had received a text from Solomon before she had left her room).]

I'm not gonna ditch you, not when this is our first time out together by ourselves.

[She glances at the newspapers as she sets the phone in her lap.]

Well, that's more than enough to work with. Eerie too really...

[Iona takes one of the papers skimming through it before going back to the beginning to read the lines carefully. As she does so, without redirecting her gaze at Claude, she asks rather casually.]

Are you familiar with anyone called Raoul by any chance? He's got a fancy title... Like a viscount...?