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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]

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.

[effet]

[ He's about to continue pressing the point of this faceless, nameless LOSER, but here's Monts changing the subject, and— ]

Haha, she has that effect on people, doesn't she? Even for you, huh?

[ He almost sounds... pleased, as if this is good news. ]

I think that that's what I like about her, you know. She makes you feel like you can say anything.

[nerine]

[Somewhere in Las Vegas, Dominique sneezes.]

Hm. Funny, she says I still need a lot of prompting on that point.

[Granted, Monts says what she wants, but her words are more restrained on that note. As if she can say anything and nothing at the same time.]

[effet]

So you're secretive, huh...

[ gus don't do it ]

How about... you tell me something kind of secret about yourself, and I tell you something sort of secret about me?

[ gus don't do it ]

[nerine]

[There's a small hum from Monts as she considers his words.]

Are you sure you want to know about me?

[effet]

Me? Sure? Always!

[ And he sounds so confident about that, too: even if his track record with people are abysmal, even if he may get betrayed, the people who've stuck with him, he holds in high, high esteem. It's something he likes about his life, the one thing he has freedom in— finding new company. ]

Lay it on me, mademoiselle. ♥

[nerine]

Well then...

For one thing, I give Iona a run for her money in terms of strength.

[Not boasting. She's being as real as it gets.]