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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]

[And when they finally make it back, Oren already has hot drinks at the ready at the counter which he stands behind like a statue. His head turns to see Iona with Claude's coat around her shoulders and Claude with his arm wrapped up in the glimmering sleeve of what used to be part of her gown.

Typical.]

Welcome back.

[He can be lenient when he wants to be... Sometimes...]

[pragnanz]

[ Ah. He'd expected more of a quiet reaming than that, so Claude laughs, lets Iona wind her way back into the store first before closing the door behind him.

Gus looks up and makes eye contact with his half-brother for a second, then goes back to picking at his drink. It's always a little awkward, when these things happen. ]

Good to be back. [ Flopping into a seat, now— what an ordeal. ] Did you two bond while we were gone?

[oren]

[Oren takes the coat from Iona and pushes her gently towards the back room to change into more comfortable clothes. While she's away, he replies to Claude.]

In manner of speaking.

Your arm. Needs better bandage.

[pragnanz]

Better?

[ He laughs at that, a low, reedy sound that he garnishes with a vague hand gesture. Essentially waving that point of concern off, as it were. ]

I should think that this is the best bandage money can't buy. A young lady sacrificed her garment to dress this wound— I should keep it on as a token of her generosity, no?