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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]

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.]

[effet]

Iona doesn't bully me, per se— Oren does, and she's my gallant princess against his raincloud!

[ Does that even make sense... Gus is hopeless, but he seems. Happy enough about this. ]

[nerine]

Oh?

[Oren bullying a person? And someone who doesn't even have anything apparently supernatural about him??]

That. That is impressive. Being bullied by Oren I mean.

[So Monts isn't completely letting Gus off the hook, but on the other hand she is impressed!]

[effet]

...Impressive? What, isn't that his job? [ A wave of the hand, here. ] Being rude to whoever talks to Iona, I mean. He seems to do that a lot, but less so with—

[ —Claude, he almost says, but she wouldn't know his half-brother, so he clamps down on it. ]

—Other people, it looks like. Maybe he just doesn't trust me, what a spoilsport.

[nerine]

It just means you have a force of a personality. Just like Iona.

[She says this simply enough as if it was just a matter of fact.]

Though if you're aiming for Iona, of course he'd block you.

[effet]

Huh. That's something I want to know, actually— does Oren, you know.

[ Gossiping like a 16 year old girl: Auguste Aubert. He leans in conspiratorially, lowers his voice to a (loud) whisper. ]

Have feelings for Iona.

[oren]

Don't serve him anything.

[SURPRISE ASSHOLE]

[effet]

[ WOW...OREN?! ]

This is a private conversation!!!

[oren]

[Monts waves to Oren who just focuses his thousand yard stare at Gus.]

Hear everything. Not that private.

[aka ur loud gus]

[effet]

I've seen people get their ears cut off for that!

[ Is he joking? Is he being serious? Gus's tone is light, but he's definitely seen this before. ]

Monts, do you have cotton to stuff in Oren's ears? Be a dear and help me out...?!

[nerine]

I'm afraid not, sweetheart. He and Iona are my employers so I can't very well risk that. ♥

[The most helpful... Anyways, Oren stalks off because go to hell Gus]

Anyways... To answer your question, I'm not an authority on magic humanoid rocks. The best I can make of the situation is that it's complicated.

[effet]

Well. Isn't it always.

[ That's a mild sulk, because it doesn't answer his question. Lips curl into an exaggerated pout, and he rocks back and forth on the legs of his chair. ]

It is what it is, I guess. I'm not gonna pry if it's not something I'll understand, but still.

[nerine]

They're not kissing each other if that's what you're wondering.

[monts.......]

[effet]

—Oh good, that's a relief, then!!

[ SO, SO EARNESTLY... ]

[nerine]

... She wouldn't have had that one ex if that were the case...

[monts dropper of drama bombs???]

[effet]

"X"...?

[ That modern lingo goes over his head, somehow— he tilts his head for some confirmation. ]

A mysterious suitor?! How do I fight him?!

[ GUS... ]

[nerine]

[Do you really want to fight a mind reader Gus, do you... Well, Monts shakes her head, making an "X" with her index fingers as she explains to him.]

No, no, an "ex" means he's a past suitor of sorts. He's out of the picture.

[Iona didn't talk about him a lot and even Monts wasn't certain whether it was because of bad blood or if he simply faded away; one of those rare times where Iona let go.]

[effet]

[ yeah well WHAT IF HE DOES

that's to say, he has no idea hat he's in for, or what he's up against, but his logic is simple: ]

Well, in that case, if he made her cry— I'll fight him even more.

[ Gus... ]

[nerine]

You should ask Iona herself. If you've talked to her long enough, you know how honest she is.

[Alright, enough about her witch friend, more poking around this guy like a cat does with a mouse toy. Yeah.]

It's rubbed off of me too. Kind of. I like to keep my cards close to my chest.