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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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[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.]

[effet]

[




Well. ]

—Could you kill me with your pinky?! [ This is actually kind of cool?! ]

[nerine]

I'd have to put in a little bit more effort than that, but.

Let's not.

[effet]

She's beautiful and dangerous...!! Why are all the girls I know like this!!!

[nerine]

Maybe it's a sign that you should tread carefully.