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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]

She sounds like someone who would, your former Master.

Are you going to let Miss Iona wander around inside, or are you averse to bad influences?

[oren]

[Iona is immersed in a conversation between two girls about a troublesome client who was being a stiff when it came to payment so Oren shakes his head.]

Controlling herself. Fine for now.

[And then it occurs to him...]

... Gus. Goes here? Rejections?

[OREN YOU ARE SO MEAN...]

[pragnanz]

Auguste... well.

[ A heavy sigh. ]

He tries. Valiantly.

[ Gus: 100% certified loser. ]

[oren]

[Have Oren shaking his head almost sadly?!]

Always end terribly?

[pragnanz]

Terribly, or with Auguste ringing me in the dead of night to ask me for help, because someone's taken his shoes and jacket.

[ Ah... ]

[infusion]

Oh, so you DON'T come here to have fun. Should have guessed as much.

[Iona bounces back to Claude and Oren looking thoroughly amused at what they're talking about.]

Ah, but Gus has already ventured into the heart of darkness, huh?

[pragnanz]

[ Sidestepping the issue of Gus entirely for now— because it isn't his place to say— Claude lifts a brow.

And tilts his head. ]

What makes you think that I've never come here to unwind?

[infusion]

Wellllll... You strike me as more introverted than anything??

[pragnanz]

And what makes you think that an introvert is incapable of fooling around?

[infusion]

Fooling around or making annoying jabs at people?

[pragnanz]

I admit that I'm more proficient in the latter, but I've a feeling you already knew that.

[infusion]

Ah, well. Whatever a 30 year old man does at the cabaret surely isn't any of my business.

I'm done here! Let's get you back home safely.

[pragnanz]

Ah, is that it? I expected far more fussing on your part.

[ A light shrug. ]

But if you insist. To my apartment it is.

[infusion]

I could fuss, but I've had a few strange and wild Fridays every now and then. [Iona's been getting the full college experience after all!]

Probably nothing on the level of what goes on in there though... Unless you count having to save a friend from being abducted by supernatural forces in Las Vegas as pretty out there.

[YEAH, IT KIND OF IS]

[pragnanz]

[ He stares at her blankly, because he only understands approximately 50% of what she just said. ]

I'll take your word for it.

[ he could try to sound more impressed... ]

1/2

[infusion]

[Oops, awkward pause there and for a moment, she looks confused, but than realizes...]

Oooh, yeah. Las Vegas doesn't exist yet.

[oren]

Also known as, "Sin City."

[Helpful interjection by your local golem. Iona's eyes light up with an idea, but Oren's already prepared.]

Not taking them there.

[pragnanz]

Every city is 'Sin City', if you know the right place to look.

[ He says so definitively, matter-of-factly, before turning on his heels. ]

—Do try not to be a further bad influence on Auguste.

[infusion]

[She's about to correct him (because seriously, Las Vegas), but Oren passes a look along to her, one that carries more weight than words and Iona quietly concedes.

Oren's told her how Berna sees a little of herself in Iona and it's times like these where it shows; the element of trouble excited the both of them and turning it around to make it theirs was something that they both enjoyed in their own way. But it wasn't a good thing when all's said and done.

Her golem stops every once and a while, glancing around. While she's not afraid of leaving him behind, it does make one wonder...]

Oren?

"Making sure there's no one searching around."

Well, we should be fine on that front, right...?

[pragnanz]

[ That seems to remind Claude of the communicator that he's muted, and he reaches inside his jacket pocket to check its status. ]

Ah, no. There are some people who've linked me to our little incident.

[ aka seen him trailing Iona and Gus, thus opening the way for questioning. ]

But there should be very little incident if you stay invisible. Yes?

[infusion]

For the most part.

[There's a pause from Iona, but she decides to go on and ask anyways.]

Do people keep trying to buy you off, even before we showed up?

[pragnanz]

Constantly. Logically speaking, I should be the one most likely to turn tail.

[ His tone is flippant, as light as his footsteps taking him down the street. ]

Does that surprise you?

[infusion]

... I think so.

[She puts her hands behind her back, tilting her head quizzically at Claude.]

But it's not confusing.

[pragnanz]

Mm. But this is likely one place your nose should stay out of— hasn't Oren warned you enough?

[ Read: 'do you really want to know about all of this messy business'.

The topic has him slightly more aware of the people around him, not that anyone can tell that he's around— glimpses of dark jackets or impatient feet that tap a little too loudly against cobblestone. ]

1/2

[infusion]

[She wants to retort again, wants to say something about how they already know so much about her, a witch who was supposed to keep herself and the nature of magickind a secret, so it's not like anything they tell her will be--...]