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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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[effet]

T...twenty, going on 21...

[ Ah... he finally lets go, to dramatically fall on his hands and knees. ]

But! As suave as a 25 year old!

[ As if this makes things better?! Somehow?! ]

[nerine]

[Aw. Monts squats down to ruffle his hair once again. She's finally met dog in human form, it's kind of amazing really.]

You're not quite there yet, hon, but given time I think you have a chance.

[effet]

—You're probably only older than me by a few months! You don't get to treat me like a child, Miss.

[ He lifts his head and flashes her a semi-cheeky smile, though he can't deny that he's enjoying the ruffling... ]

[nerine]

True, true.

[Monts shrugs as if to conceding to his point.]

Does Iona treat you like that?

[of course]

1/2

[effet]

[ Instinctively: ] Yes...

[effet]

[ WAIT... ]

—No, I meant no!!

[ FAKE IT....FAKE IT!! ]

[nerine]

Oh, so you go for the "big sister" types. You're that kind of guy, huh?

[THE TEASE LEVEL IN HER VOICE IS OFF THE CHARTS]

[effet]

If 'that kind of guy' is 'charming, sweet, and very manly', yes...? Yes?!

[ Gus... he sounds so indignant but he's also so offended!! ]

[nerine]

Well, I think, "sweet" might just be the only place you're at right now, but what do I know after all, hm?

[She taps her cheek with an exaggerated sigh.]

We've only just met after all.

[effet]

Mm! You're making this very hard for me, mademoiselle. As charming as I want to be, I don't want to make Iona sad...!

[ Stay optimistic, Gus. The only thing he has going for him, honestly. ]

But I'll never say no to making your acquaintance. All of Iona's friends are my friends!

[ L...ogic. ]

[nerine]

Good. I was hoping we'd be acquaintances. Iona can't object to that.

[monts where are you going with this...]

[effet]

...What do you think Iona would object to?

[ He's both curious and afraid... ]

[nerine]

[Well, since they were friends, that also meant Monts and Iona, over time, have been able to discern the behavior and habits of one another. And Iona knows that Monts has a habit to... play around.

Monts would argue that it's harmless. Usually. Heck, she'll even cut straight to the chase since poor Gus is too innocent for her usual shenanigans.]

She'd object to me bullying you.

[effet]

[ Bully.

Gus stares for a moment, uncomprehending... before bursting into laughter, bright and entirely too honest to be malicious. He doesn't look put-upon at all, not with how his features scrunch into his face, nose wrinkled like a rabbit. ]

Would you? Now I'm kind of curious!

[nerine]

[god now she feels guilty, gus she can't bully doges]

It's a bad habit of mine. I really should stop so I'll let you off the hook. At least for today.

[effet]

Ah, come on— it can't be so bad, can it? You do it lovingly, I'm sure...?

[ Gus's worst vice is curiosity, Claude would say so a thousand times. For example, right now, as he leans towards Monts and looks at her with clearly glittering eyes. ]

[nerine]

Lovingly...

[For the lack of a better definition, maybe, but that's sugarcoating it for Monts.]

Well, if Iona doesn't already bully you...

[Again, her way of trying to gauge what's been up.]

[effet]

Iona doesn't bully me, per se— Oren does, and she's my gallant princess against his raincloud!

[ Does that even make sense... Gus is hopeless, but he seems. Happy enough about this. ]

[nerine]

Oh?

[Oren bullying a person? And someone who doesn't even have anything apparently supernatural about him??]

That. That is impressive. Being bullied by Oren I mean.

[So Monts isn't completely letting Gus off the hook, but on the other hand she is impressed!]

[effet]

...Impressive? What, isn't that his job? [ A wave of the hand, here. ] Being rude to whoever talks to Iona, I mean. He seems to do that a lot, but less so with—

[ —Claude, he almost says, but she wouldn't know his half-brother, so he clamps down on it. ]

—Other people, it looks like. Maybe he just doesn't trust me, what a spoilsport.

[nerine]

It just means you have a force of a personality. Just like Iona.

[She says this simply enough as if it was just a matter of fact.]

Though if you're aiming for Iona, of course he'd block you.

[effet]

Huh. That's something I want to know, actually— does Oren, you know.

[ Gossiping like a 16 year old girl: Auguste Aubert. He leans in conspiratorially, lowers his voice to a (loud) whisper. ]

Have feelings for Iona.

[oren]

Don't serve him anything.

[SURPRISE ASSHOLE]

[effet]

[ WOW...OREN?! ]

This is a private conversation!!!

[oren]

[Monts waves to Oren who just focuses his thousand yard stare at Gus.]

Hear everything. Not that private.

[aka ur loud gus]