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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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[infusion]

Ouch. No jinxing though. Too tricky and it backfires too much to be actually useful and productive in the end.

... Though, you know... If you really have no one else to turn to, you know I'll help, right?

1/2

[pragnanz]

[ Ah.

She keeps saying things like this. ]

Miss Iona.

I've never had anyone to turn to my whole life, and I won't be changing that anytime soon.

[pragnanz]

[ Is that uncharacteristically honest of him, or it is just another thing he's said to get under Iona's skin? It could be either— the answer is a tossup, and he certainly doesn't make it any easier for Iona to gauge, because he's right back to smiling calmly and tapping one index finger against his chin, almost as if he's amused that he's said that much. ]

But, of course, if there's heavy lifting to be done, I've your address on standby.

1/2

[infusion]

[infusion]

[And then she reaches over to pinch his nose.]

[pragnanz]

[ AH.... THIS AGAIN... ]

If you're really so invested in my nose [ he says, his voice appropriately nasal thanks to his nonexistent effort to pull away ], I can have it cast in plaster.

Alternatively, I'm in possession of a scalpel, if you need it.

[ CLAUDE... ]

[infusion]

[She oh so graciously lets go of his nose, holding back her laugh.]

God, that's always worth it.

[pragnanz]

[ WELL... U KNOW WHAT

He reaches out and returns the favor!!! Because he's a Mature Adult. ]

I see the appeal.

[infusion]

[!!!!]

'Ey. 'EY!!!

[And have a nasally Iona in return, THANKS CLAUDE]

[pragnanz]

Tit for tat. Our family always likes to return favors.

[ A laugh, and he twists her nose lightly before letting go... nerd. ]

[infusion]

But that was supposed to me my thing...!

[She's rubbing her nose as she gives that childish reply.]

I only do that when I can't think of another way to say you're wrong anyways so...

[pragnanz]

That would be because you don't have an argument.

[ Wryly. Don't be rude, Claude. ] Which would make me 'not wrong', wouldn't it.

[infusion]

You just said you never had anyone to turn to, but like. Helllllooooo??

[Gestures wildly at herself.]

I'm not just anyone, duh!

[pragnanz]

[ Okay, this gets him to laugh. ]

The point I was trying to make was that I don't intend on asking anyone to be my crutch.

[infusion]

Who saying anything about crutches?

I could carry you, your brother, and Oren like you guys were bags of flour.

[A beat.]

Okay, maybe not Oren. He'd be able to carry all three of us though.

[pragnanz]

Carried.

...


...Then I'll have to decline your offer for being someone to go to, for the sake of the last remaining shreds of my tentative pride.

[ CLAUDE... ]

[infusion]

Look... You should be secure in the fact that I'm not punching anyone...

[NO ONE FEELS SECURE IONA, SCARED SHITLESS MAYBE]

[pragnanz]

Not punching anyone.

Yet.

[ HE SEES RIGHT THROUGH U IONA... ]

[infusion]

I... Won't punch you or Gus...?

[very reassuring truly]

[pragnanz]

The upwards lilt in your tone would say otherwise.

...

This may be my cue to leave.

[ He's just being difficult, of course... ]

[infusion]

C'moooon.

[She can tell he's kidding. Somewhat. Maybe.]

You know I like you both too much for that!

[pragnanz]

I'm trying to figure out what it is that makes you dislike someone.

[ No, really, he's curious. ]

[infusion]

[A pause. And then a shrug.]

I'm not sure. Like... I know there is something, but I wouldn't be able to pinpoint it until it's too late for me.

Vague, huh?

[pragnanz]

Funny. Usually people have a laundry list of things that make them dislike other people. For some, it's as simple as breathing.

[ It's a testament to Iona's good heart, he presumes.

It's foolish, but he hopes it stays that way. ]

[infusion]

It takes a lot of energy to dislike people, much less hate anyone. I'm someone who rather uses energy for other things.

[She snaps her fingers as she realizes something though.]

Ah, yes! I guess an immediate annoyance would be anyone who makes a big deal about how I look. But that's kind of a given, but it's pretty irritating when it comes up in my period. You'd think people would move past it by now.

[Alas, the woes of looking different on the outside even in the modern age...]

But otherwise... Yeah! I'm generally optimistic about people who don't pose an immediate threat.