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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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[oren]

[The next morning, Iona wakes up at promptly 6:30 AM (accompanied by groans and mild complaints), freshens up, and then has her breakfast made by Oren who also packs her lunch and inspects her glamor to make sure she's ready to spend the day outside among the normals. She's out of the house by 7:30 AM.

As for Oren, he would usually spend his time inspecting the Grind, cleaning the apartment, or just sitting and waiting for Iona to call him, or to come home. But today, there are guests and Oren needs to provide for immediate needs, like hunger. Now what will he make...??

... He might have gone overboard. He's not entirely sure of the Aubert's tastes though (or at least Claude's; Gus's taste could use some...), so might as well have variety to greet them in the morning.

All of this is accompanied by orange juice that's freshly squeezed and poured into chilled glasses. Oren's a goddamn professional.]

[pragnanz]

[ It's taken Claude some time to get used to all the new attire: all the clothes he's picked out of the box are still... well. Modern, and the cut is still unfamiliar to him, all the tapers and strange length of sleeves and collars. He manages to get comfortable in something simple but reasonably sharp, while he runs into his brother, who's gone for something a little less put-together. Gus looks thrilled, though, and bounds down the hall where he oohs and aahs at the amazing breakfast Oren's made for the both of them. Good golem wife, best golem wife.

Claude pulls up a chair, settles down and watches Gus take all the sweet variations of toast. ]

Good morning, Oren. Has Miss Iona gone to her university already?

[oren]

[Oren nods in response to Claude's question as he finishes pouring juice into the second glass and then proceeds to stare at Gus as he takes all the sweet toasts. C'MON SON YOU CAN'T LITERALLY JUST RUN ON SUGAR.]

Leaves early. Needs to beat traffic. Could use magic, but would raise suspicion.

[effet]

Traffic...!

[ Gus sounds enamored with the idea, between huge bites of toast. There were cars where he's from, but never enough to warrant huge lines or long backups— the idea is thrilling. ]

Hey, Oren... I was thinking, you know...

[ Oren should know exactly where this is going, 'I was thinking I could be a moron and run around 2015 unattended'. ]

[oren]

Eat something that isn't sweet.

[AND HE DEFLECTS...!!!]

[effet]

[ Claude, munching on his simple buttered toast, silently slides the sunny-side up to his brother.

Gus sulks. ]

You know what I'm trying to ask...!

[oren]

[EAT ALL THE TOAST. EAT IT.

Oren is clearing away some of the mess he's made before replying to Gus.]

Asking what exactly?

[effet]

If I can explore? I'm good at it, so don't worry.

[oren]

Not by yourself, no.

You don't speak English. Not many here speak French.

[effet]

...?

Wait, what language are you speaking with me right now?

[ This is so difficult. ]

[oren]

Magic.

[WOW OREN SO HELPFUL]

Basically, you hear what you understand.

That said. I know French. I speak in English though.

1/2

[effet]

Magic isn't a language?!

[effet]

But alright...whatever, you can speak to us, right? But no one else here can? Can't you...just magic it so I can?

[oren]

[The golem closes his eyes as if making a, "Lord, give me patience," expression. And thus, he patiently explains to Gus.]

Certain spells aren't simple. Takes comprehension and potency. I have both, mostly the latter. I'm not the same as Iona.

[It's been heavily alluded that Oren isn't human after all.]

Still. Gives me an idea. We'll go to Iona's school. I'll make her cast it.

[effet]

[ The 500 years thing's clued Gus in, thankfully, so he just...selective hearing-s the rest, for the sake of his own sanity and his quickly overflowing mind. Too much info coming in at once, he has to pick and choose.

But he looks significantly more pleased when Oren suggests an outing! Not that he wouldn't have been fine staying in and taking apart computers, but he can do that anytime. ]

Now you're really speaking my language! I'm ready to go anytime after I finish this piece of toast.

[oren]

The one that isn't sweet.

[Not even a, "Right?" to confirm. Just. No sugar.]

[effet]

Yeah, yeah... the one that isn't sweet. God, it's like being home all over again...

[oren]

Balance important. I saw what you ate in Paris.

Terrible.

[OREN...]

[effet]

[ And, with slight petulance: ]

Who's the one that said not to ask too much from each other?

[oren]

Not asking. Telling it like it is.

[SEE WHAT A BABY OREN CAN BE TOO]

[pragnanz]

[ CHILDREN...

Without saying a word, Claude reaches for the rest of Gus's food, finishes it off in a few quick bites, wipes his hand on a napkin, and gets up. ]

Problem solved.

When will we be leaving?

[oren]

[Oh my god that doesn't count!!! Well, whatever, Oren supposes.]

20 minutes. Be ready. Will lead you around the city.

[Because he's going to wrap up the rest of the toasts and put them in a basket to give to Iona's classmates. Yeah.]

[pragnanz]

Whenever our host is ready.

[ It's not like Claude hasn't been ready since he got dressed...but still. He moves over to his sulking brother, fixes his hair for a few seconds (Gus lets him, as sullen as he looks), and then steps back: Gus is a better fit for this century, he concludes to himself. Not that it surprises him, knowing how malleable his brother is in most situations.

Meanwhile, he tries to think of the few English phrases he knows from literature and the occasional foreigner that he's met. He tries out a 'hello', then a 'how do you do'. Has language evolved since the 1800s...? He supposes it has, but it can't be helped. He'll have to make do with 'how lovely' and 'yes, very much so'. ]

[oren]

[Oren, while also adding some bottled water (college students these days love free foods and drinks), overhears Gus.]

Hm.

Could reread some French myself.

[effet]

[ Gus's English is a little less stilted than Claude's, but they've both decided that they'll make do. I mean, Oren does fine, and he speaks in syllables... sick burn.

A shrug, and Gus gets up, smooths his new ~modern~ threads down. ]

Well, good thing you have conversation partners right here. The best way to learn anything is by doing it firsthand, yeah?

[ Says the guy that has a knack for picking things up, but shh. ]