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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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[nerine]

You're absolutely right.

[A little snap to indicate his correctness, good job French Doge.

... Also, he's criminally adorable in that weird way where Monts wonders if it's actually okay to tease him. Not that she's pulled out any of her big guns yet, but. Yes. She takes his hand, assuming it's for a shake.]

It's very nice to meet you Gus. I'm glad Jackie has other people who like her as well.

[effet]

The pleasure is mine, miss.

[ He says, light and breezy: the way he was taught to. But the sweep of her hand to his lips is distinctly him, not because the gesture is outrageous, but because he grins against the back of her lips and chuckles there, briefly. ]

I like 'Jackie' very much, so please tell her I said so.

[ Still faux-polite. ]

[nerine]

[WELL.]

...

[She reaches up to ruffle his hair. Monts cant help it. It's so. Fluffy.]

1/2

[effet]

?!

[ Headruffles again?! He thought he was being suave?! ]

[effet]

Is... is that a gesture women do to handsome men in the year 2121?

[ Firstly, he got the year so wrong.

Secondly, keep dreaming, Gus. ]

[nerine]

Gotta knock off a few more numbers there, Gus.

[With crossed arms, Monts is thinking deeply again.]

You're taller, but I can't say you're actually older than me...

[effet]

Hm... I know it's impolite to ask a lady her age, but...?

[ What if she says that she's like, 350 years old... he can never tell, with these magical people. ]

[nerine]

21 going on 22.

[Huh. Normal.]

You?

[effet]

T...twenty, going on 21...

[ Ah... he finally lets go, to dramatically fall on his hands and knees. ]

But! As suave as a 25 year old!

[ As if this makes things better?! Somehow?! ]

[nerine]

[Aw. Monts squats down to ruffle his hair once again. She's finally met dog in human form, it's kind of amazing really.]

You're not quite there yet, hon, but given time I think you have a chance.

[effet]

—You're probably only older than me by a few months! You don't get to treat me like a child, Miss.

[ He lifts his head and flashes her a semi-cheeky smile, though he can't deny that he's enjoying the ruffling... ]

[nerine]

True, true.

[Monts shrugs as if to conceding to his point.]

Does Iona treat you like that?

[of course]

1/2

[effet]

[ Instinctively: ] Yes...

[effet]

[ WAIT... ]

—No, I meant no!!

[ FAKE IT....FAKE IT!! ]

[nerine]

Oh, so you go for the "big sister" types. You're that kind of guy, huh?

[THE TEASE LEVEL IN HER VOICE IS OFF THE CHARTS]

[effet]

If 'that kind of guy' is 'charming, sweet, and very manly', yes...? Yes?!

[ Gus... he sounds so indignant but he's also so offended!! ]

[nerine]

Well, I think, "sweet" might just be the only place you're at right now, but what do I know after all, hm?

[She taps her cheek with an exaggerated sigh.]

We've only just met after all.

[effet]

Mm! You're making this very hard for me, mademoiselle. As charming as I want to be, I don't want to make Iona sad...!

[ Stay optimistic, Gus. The only thing he has going for him, honestly. ]

But I'll never say no to making your acquaintance. All of Iona's friends are my friends!

[ L...ogic. ]

[nerine]

Good. I was hoping we'd be acquaintances. Iona can't object to that.

[monts where are you going with this...]

[effet]

...What do you think Iona would object to?

[ He's both curious and afraid... ]

[nerine]

[Well, since they were friends, that also meant Monts and Iona, over time, have been able to discern the behavior and habits of one another. And Iona knows that Monts has a habit to... play around.

Monts would argue that it's harmless. Usually. Heck, she'll even cut straight to the chase since poor Gus is too innocent for her usual shenanigans.]

She'd object to me bullying you.

[effet]

[ Bully.

Gus stares for a moment, uncomprehending... before bursting into laughter, bright and entirely too honest to be malicious. He doesn't look put-upon at all, not with how his features scrunch into his face, nose wrinkled like a rabbit. ]

Would you? Now I'm kind of curious!

[nerine]

[god now she feels guilty, gus she can't bully doges]

It's a bad habit of mine. I really should stop so I'll let you off the hook. At least for today.

[effet]

Ah, come on— it can't be so bad, can it? You do it lovingly, I'm sure...?

[ Gus's worst vice is curiosity, Claude would say so a thousand times. For example, right now, as he leans towards Monts and looks at her with clearly glittering eyes. ]

[nerine]

Lovingly...

[For the lack of a better definition, maybe, but that's sugarcoating it for Monts.]

Well, if Iona doesn't already bully you...

[Again, her way of trying to gauge what's been up.]