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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]

[ 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.