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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]

[ Listen...he has his rent to consider. ]

And where does that leave you?

[ The big question. ]

[infusion]

[Ah... Iona keeps to being chipper regardless of how she's actually feeling.]

Oren and I might explore more! But we'll have to go back eventually. I've had my fun after all.

[So she says, mostly to convince herself.]

[pragnanz]

[ He watches her for a few seconds after she finishes, eyes swimming and brows furrowed.

Ugh.

He feels compelled to say something nice. How... novel. ]

...You're a charming girl. I'm sure you'll forget all about this in a matter of days.

[infusion]

[The first part makes her surprised before she replies, flapping one hand in the wind.]

Hey, give me some credit here! You and Gus have made things memorable for me so I don't think I'll forget that easily.

[pragnanz]

Well. I suppose you might be seeing Auguste again, knowing him— so, yes. You might not.

[ A light laugh. ]

I'd rather not find you again on a surgeon's table, is what I'm saying.

[infusion]

[Iona shakes her head, but looks considerably cheered up, all the same.]

You owe me, remember? I expect you to visit me again before I ever end up under the knife.

[pragnanz]

Stay invisible, then. I can't visit a cafe with no owner.

[ Banter, this is new. He huffs a soft exhale, then turns to the side of the building where he'll have to take the ladder to his destination. ]