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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Loki, Lexie, and everyone whose situational cost-benefit analyses came up benefit somehow (or got ignored)
WHAT: the dubiously legitimate wedding of Lord Loki of House Asgard and Lady Alexandrie de la Fontaine and some totally unpredictable fallout
WHEN: Pre Elf Times
WHERE: Hightown
NOTES: Questions? Find us! (Loki: hikuswing, Lexie: shaestorms)

Post-fight part of the log in a couple of days! ♥

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[cozen]

The hand gestures were not very subtle. He could have done better. In fact, he does do better. Anyone paying very close attention to him might notice the way he moves when they move, or the way his trajectory across the floor periodically deviates from the logical route of a noncombatant just trying to get out of the way, but who has time to give Bastien that sort of attention in the midst of all this? And without it, everything looks mostly accidental. Darting out of someone's way but tripping them in the process. Shoving furniture aside to block a path. A stumble into an assailant that he emerges from with their sheathed dagger in hand.

He doesn't shed the appearance of dumb luck and accidental competence until he's reached one of the two bards, and then it's only long enough to bash the pommel of the sheathed dagger against one of their temples.

Probably they aren't dead. But the instant drop is the same, either way, and the other rounds on him with an open blade and exactly the degree of annoyance and calculation—the professional absence of careless outrage—that he'd expect. He holds up both of his hands, just for a moment, and sneaks in a little bit of a smile, mostly around the eyes. No hard feelings, it suggests.

drags gwen in!

[coquettish_trees]

She'd seen the flicker of bard handtalk as well, seen the direction. And so she checks for them once, twice, quick over her shoulder when she has moments to judge their progress, see how long until they—but then to her surprise there's Bastien, with one of the pair on the ground at his feet, his hands raised and open, seemingly lacking a weapon.

To encourage Bastien to look away from the man now watching him might have unfortunate consequences... but Gwenaëlle, who'd been in the assassin's path before he'd turned to address the drop of his partner...

Alexandrie snatches a vase from the table beside her, throws water, thorn, and blossom with great force into the next face she doesn't know on the approach, and twists in the space she buys to call out "Gigi!" waiting only for the barest of eye-contact before tossing her the now empty vase. Of course, the moment after it's left her hands she has reason to wish she'd kept it as a dripping fellow, now fetchingly bedecked in flowers, lunges at her with blade in hand.