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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 state of this room's cleanliness is distressing and Oren, who had stopped to sweep a bunch of papers into his arms... Releases them upon Iona's order.

Look... No place should be this messy...]

[pragnanz]

[ It's full of... Stuff, bric-a-brak, half-completed projects and half-read papers and reports. Claude motions to a divan in the corner of the room where Iona can deposit his brother, piled high with wiring that he moves onto the floor.

Yeah. Sorry, Oren. ]

He prefers it this unclean, he says it makes for inspiration.

[infusion]

Ah. Kind of like Grandma and her workshop. She never allowed Oren to clean it up.

[Iona carefully places Gus down on the divan. Oren, as if wanting to make sure this depositing job was as thorough as possible, sets about arranging Gus's limbs to make it look as if he collapsed on the seat itself to make it more natural. Iona's fondly ruffling Gus's hair.]

Cute kid. I hope the door stays apparent for him.

[pragnanz]

[ Her words seem to exasperate Claude for just a moment...

...but it fades, and he concedes. Strangely enough. ]

It will, knowing him. He has a knack for finding people.