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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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[healbuff]

Ah, that last one would be too inhumane. Making you forget, well, that would be the norm.

[AW YEAH, HE GETS TO BE THE BIG BOSS; most people who know Hei tend to overlook him or underestimate how in control he could be. He continues to be pleasant to Gus.]

As I said, Miss Iona would be displeased, especially if I was untoward to a repeat customer. I'm assuming the "repeat" is correct?

[The warlock glances at the small hill of gifts. That is a nice dress...]

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[effet]

[ First impression of Hei on Gus's part: 'I really don't like this guy'. He should be used to that kind of attitude by now— look at Claude, for example— but something about being talked down to about utility is, well.

Okay, he gets it. He's not magic, he shouldn't be here. Yeah.

Hmph. ]

[effet]

[ Instead of saying anything, he pelts a macaron at Hei.

Mature. ]

[healbuff]

[WHAT THE FUCK HE ALMOST GETS HIT, but he moves his head in time for it to hit the wall instead.]

S-Sir?! What on earth was that for?!

[well, his calm disappeared quickly]

[effet]

Boooo. Bring back Ionaaaaa.

[ Cupping his mouth as he's saying this, beckoning to a few kids sitting near him to join him in this chorus.

Again: mature. ]

[healbuff]

[THIS JOB ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE STRESSFUL, HE'S OLD ENOUGH AS IT IS. Hei sighs, shaking his head.]

She's busy with other obligations, mainly the educational and artistic kind. It's not within my power to call her back.

[effet]

Boooooo....

[ Gus trails off, mostly because no one is joining him in this crusade?! Traitors.

A hmph, and he sprawls himself in his chair. ]

Yeah, yeah. I can wait, you don't need to be a magic person to wait.

[ warlock...the word you're looking for is warlock, Gus. ]

[healbuff]

Ah. Good. Good then.

[The other customers are laughing at with him at least?! Hei decides not to correct him, since it seems Iona didn't tell him all that much.

There are more important questions at hand here.]

So... All of those gifts are for her?

[effet]

[ Boo hisssssss. Gus curls his arms around his stash when it's pointed out, and retroactively regrets throwing that cute macaron at the guy. One less for Iona... ]

It's not for you, that's for sure.

[ BUT WAIT. THIS IS A GOOD OPPORTUNITY. He holds up the dress that he's brought, furrows his brows. ]

But while you're here, tell me what color Iona likes! Does she like red...

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[healbuff]

Uh. Generally, I find that she likes vivid colors, but nothing gaudy...

[Wait, why does he have to tell you such valuable information?!]

Actually. I have to ask, are you her new boy--...

[oren]

Gus.

[The looming presence of Oren emerges from the kitchen with a tray of drinks to be served to an awaiting table. The golem had already heard the loud Frenchman from the back, but regardless, greets him, drywall-like as usual.]

You're back. Met Hei.

[Hei shifts a little when Oren comes out. The both of them are civil with each other, but...]

[effet]

[ Mercifully (???) for Gus, Oren's appearance doesn't faze him too much anymore— not after the cockblocking that went on earlier. In fact, he looks a little happy to be seeing a familiar face at the Grind, even if that face happens to be very...stoic. Better than nothing.

Perking up, he gives the golem a wave. ]

Afternoon, Oren! Looking as chipper as ever.

[oren]

I see. Rested well.

[Oren is... Well, who knows how he feels about seeing Gus again because he knows he's not the reason for the visit. Hei is still looking at the gifts wearily and Oren casts a glance at them.]

For her? Relentless.

[oren, was that a compliment or...? Even Hei looks confused by his choice of words.]

[effet]

[ He'll take it as a compliment... ruthlessness is charming, in his line of 'work'.

Brushing that jab aside for now, he holds up the dress in Oren's general direction this time around, looking incredibly pleased with himself. ]

For her, who else? I made her something too, so you're going to have to put up with me until she comes back.

[healbuff]

He threw a macaron at me.

[not helping Hei]

[effet]

It didn't even hit you!

[ TATTLETALE?! ]

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[oren]

. . .

. . .

Only one?

[healbuff]

You want MORE things thrown at me!?

[effet]

[ Slowly

picking up a stuffed bear from his pile of things.

Guess what he's thinking of doing with it... ]

[healbuff]

Sir?! [ Oren is just shaking his head at Gus as his way of saying no ]

[effet]

[ He considers this carefully. He really does.

But a beat later, and with a mischievous grin—

—he tosses the bear at Hei's head. ]

[healbuff]

[Catching the bear then, GOD. With the teddy bear in his hands, Hei sighs.]

I don't suppose you'll be wanting something to drink now, will you? I mean, as long as you're staying.

[And assuming he's waiting for just Iona...]

[effet]

[ Booooo.... there's a bit of a sulk when his blow doesn't land, but whatever!!

The mention of a drink mildly placates him. ]

...I would, but I can only pay in Francs.

[ The most outdated currency in the world. ]

[oren]

Acceptable.

[Hei blinks, but allows Oren to decide this one. He took the coin that Claude paid with after all!]

Iona's almost done. Will be back to work soon.

[Aaand the warlock seems to brighten up at the prospect.]

[effet]

[ Well! That settled, he reaches into his pocket and produces one shiny gold Franc (which incidentally doesn't look like the currency they used to use, but. hey.), which he lobs at Oren. SO much throwing being done today. ]

Alright, alright. Coffee and a cake for me.

[ And he starts fussing with his hair, pulling it up and then deciding against it, slicking it back experimentally before deciding that he doesn't like that either. Tryhard... ]

Oren, Oren. Do you think Iona likes this... [ posing with his bangs pulled back, trying so hard to smolder like the Hoff. ] ...or this? [ shaking his hair out like a big labrador. ]