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Private AU/PSL RP, set anywhere from 1879 alternate history France to 21st century North America. A tale of two brothers and the witch and her golem who gets entangled in their lives. Urban fantasy, steampunk, magic, guns, and coffee collide. ➤ PART I ➢ "La Caravane".

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[pragnanz]

I imagine it's your magic, then? Judging by your age.

[ Or, wait... ]

...Or your Master's?

[oren]

Been here long before me or her. Berna found it. Built upon it.

[Oren rearranges a few chairs and tables so that they're in a more aesthetic position.]

Then gave it to Iona. She built upon it more.

[pragnanz]

And made it a home to be a part of.

[ He says so flatly, as he rolls Gus onto a comfortable-looking armchair in the corner of the room. ]

I apologize if Auguste trampled into her heart a bit more wildly than you would've liked.

[oren]

No one else for him? In Paris? Or too difficult to pair up?

[pragnanz]

Once things settle, possibly. There are things that need to be put into place, but afterwards, I'm sure he'll find a way to settle down.

[oren]

[He stares at Gus. And then back at Claude.]

Are you sure?

[Oren.... Golem of little faith.....]

[pragnanz]

[ Oren?! Gus deserves this rudeness, though... Claude shoots him a look, and the guy frowns in his sleep, as if he Knows. ]

...Possibly.

[ CLAUDE... ]

[oren]

Well.

He's got time.

[Why are they both so mean...]

[pragnanz]

[ For Claude, it's out of love, don't worry. For all of the minor jabbing, his opinion of his brother is much higher than the sum of those insults; that's just how things are. ]

And the tenacity. [ His expression softens incrementally, before falling back into that careful distance. ] Are you concerned?

[oren]

He's good.

[That's Oren's answer to that anyways.]

People would like him. Unsurprisingly. Although Iona likes most everyone.

[pragnanz]

Most.

Do tell me how to get on her blacklist.

[oren]

Ah.

Tired of getting along with her?

[At least that's what Oren thinks. Iona being bratty and acting younger than her age was just one of her many forms of affection.]

[pragnanz]

Surprised that she's bothered, would be a better assessment.

[ Bluntly, with a raised brow. ]

I'd imagine that it'd only be troublesome for her, in the long run.

[oren]

Why surprising?

Kindness makes bothersome people.

[oren wait that was supposed to be a nice thing you said right...]

[pragnanz]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but kindness should reasonably be given to those who would benefit from or appreciate it. A human doesn't show kindness towards a brick wall— there's no point.

[oren]

Will correct then.

Kindness can work that way. Equal exchange. Makes sense. But changes from person to person. Can be reasonable as you said.

[He pauses since this is Oren being wordier than he usually is.]

But unreasonable people exist. [He points at Claude]

Unreasonable brick wall.

[And then he turns and points to the door that opens up with Iona who blinks at this unorthodox greeting.]

... Unreasonable kindness.

"Pardon??"

[pragnanz]

[ He hardly takes offense to being called a brick wall— if the shoe fits, etc.— so he just laughs, watches Iona come in and greets her with a similarly unorthodox: ]

You should chastise your friend, he's accused you of having an unreasonable affinity towards brick walls.

[infusion]

Yeah, well guess who lives and works with one.

[Dry as dry can be.]

[pragnanz]

Ah.

That would make him incredibly vain about having your affections, then.

[ As casual as can be... ]

[infusion]

Hm. Fancy that.

[And Iona and Oren leave it at that. Their connection with each other is a topic for another day.]

Alright, here's the plan. Oren will tail us, but from a good distance away. No one will see him either. I'll stick with you and Gus and we'll also go unnoticed. Simple enough, right?

[pragnanz]

Very. You'll only need to take us as far as his apartment: once we deposit him there, I'll do fine on my own.

[ Will he???? Truly??? Is Claude ever fine??? The big questions.

But he moves on over to Gus to shake him, shake him harder, and then give up. Carrying it is. ]

[infusion]

[She's about to say, "Whatever floats your boat, but I doubt it," but stops to watch him try and shake Gus awake.]

... Want me to carry him? It might be awkward with him being a giant, but I'll be able to hold up well enough.

[Iona... It'd be awkward for other reasons...]

[pragnanz]

Ah. Will you? I'm sure he'd be far happier waking up in the arms of a pretty girl than his family doctor.

[ Iona to the rescue... ]

1/2

[infusion]

Right, right, he'll have died and gone to heaven in my arms-...

[infusion]

Oh my god.

[She brings a hand up to her mouth and her brown eyes sparkle in mock confusion.]

You called me pretty...!!