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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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[effet]

It's in a week! So you have time to get ready, and I can always get you another dress or two?

[ !!! who cares about anything else when Iona is saying that she'll indulge him... but oh, yes. Claude!! ]

Claude's alright, I think? No one's said anything about him being dead, so that's a good sign.

[ GUS?? ]

[oren]

[As Iona's about to make a remark, Oren returns to gather the gifts from Gus, including the dress.]

I choose colors.

[OREN]

[effet]

Don't micromanage!

[ A warning that he feels he needs to make... ]

[oren]

[guess what asshole, this asshole reaches into his pocket with two swatches already prepared.]

These. If nothing suitable, I choose.

[effet]

Don't you think you should, you know... let Iona choose...?!

[ WHY IS OREN SO PREPARED ALWAYS ]

1/2

[oren]

[Ignoring and taking out this color swatch]

This one. Preferable. Prioritize.

[infusion]

Oh, yeah, cream white! That might be best, since the brighter colors might be too garish for a ball!

[well, oren knows iona's taste for one thing so she's not being disagreeable here...]

[effet]

Like a wedding dress...

[ DON'T RUIN IT, GUS... ]

[oren]

Rejection.

[effet]

Yeah, yeah. Mother hen isn't ready to have her chick leave the roost.

[infusion]

So, we'll see you in a week then? For sure right? You better not get beat up halfway or else I'll be all made up for nothing.

[effet]

...

[ A LONG...PAUSE HERE. ]

I...can try not to fall off roofs?! Or get beaten up, but.

N...o promises.

[ GUS... ]

[infusion]

... Wait here.

[Iona stands up to walk over to the door, leading to her apartment. She's gone for a few minutes, but returns and holding out a dark striped pendant.]

Berna made this. It's charmed and it's supposed to give the wearer protection.

[effet]

[ !!! WHOA, a real life witch charm...! This is exciting. ]

Wow, really? Is it going to give me 50 years of good luck?!

[infusion]

[SNORT.]

I think a week's already pushing it. Magicked luck isn't cheap.

[effet]

Well, I can deal with a week. As long as I get to see you in a ballgown!

[ His thirst is so real.

And now he's craning his neck forward, like a literal dog waiting for a collar to go around his neck. ]

Put it on for me?

[infusion]

[Iona proceeds to put the chain over his head and around his neck, adjusting the pendant so it sits squarely in the middle.]

There. That should give you less scars and bruises for the week.

[effet]

I can't have a black eye for the ball! I have to be good-looking for you.

[ Gus... a lesson in futility. ]