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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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[infusion]

You may be way taller than me, but nah.

You're all fluff, hon.

[effet]

I'll make you eat those words one day...

[infusion]

Big words coming from a guy who's only had one semi-successful date so far.

[effet]

Look me in the eye and tell me that this isn't a successful date!!

1/2

[infusion]

Well, then...!

[And she actually... Gets in close. Like. Really close. So close that she pulls him towards her and...]

[infusion]

[... And releases a puff of breath to tickle his ear. She lets go of him, looking quite pleased and wily at the same time.]

Well, something got done anyways.

1/2

[effet]

[ Ah.

He looks appropriately bewildered for a moment, shoulders hiked up to his ears... ]

[effet]

[ But, not to be outdone, he also gets up close to her, close enough that his lips brush the tips of an ear.

And he pulls back. ]

Two things.

[infusion]

[OI OI OI!!! And she's splashing him for that.]

Down boy.

[IONA HE'S NOT A LITERAL PUPPY GOD!!]

[effet]

[ He gets a faceful of water, but he's smiling through the whole process....what a nerd. ]

You started it?!

MEANWHILE

[oren]

[Oren stands perfectly still as he watches the two from a distance. Then he turns to look at Claude.]

Your brother.

He might need a shot.

[OREN...]

[pragnanz]

Come, come. You've not even set foot in the water, don't be such a wet blanket.

[ CLAUDE...DON'T ENCOURAGE THIS?? ]