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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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III. Once More With Feeling

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At some point, the next person to hit the ground is the last, and it’s over.

There’s quiet, for a long moment, and then a disheveled and blood-spattered Alexandrie moves back to the high table, picks up a glass and rings it with the thin flat of the blade she still carries—ignoring the subsequent crack and tinkle as said glass gives up and shatters in her hand—and pitches her voice to carry through the space.

“We seem to have lost our officiant,” she begins, rather mildly and collectedly all things considered, scanning the gathered guests with lofted brows, “Are there any among you who could conceivably be considered to have the authority to perform a marriage?”

Despite her light tone, her stance is intent: Alexandrie is walking out of this room a wedded woman.



[ ooc: roll betwixt possibilities came up Merrill; what a beacon of multicultural tolerance this wedding is! ]

[chainlightning]

Well. That was all... quite a lot.

Merrill smooths some of her hair back behind an ear; it had been braided for the ceremony, but there had been loose strands for Fashion. Some blood is smeared over her face, highlighting her vallaslin and mixing with her makeup. It's that same hand, blood on her fingertips, that pulls away from her face and lifts into the air when Alexandrie asks her question.

Conceivably, as the Keeper of her clan (of one), Merrill absolutely has the authority to perform a wedding ceremony. She just had never really thought it would come up.

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki, who is busy retrieving and cleaning his knife in a rather dramatic swoop, rises from the body he's knelt over and glances out across the room. Alexandrie is being suitably dramatic and, given the circumstances, a bit of drama seems to be merited. When the little wild elf's hand goes up, however, so too do his eyebrows.

He knows Alexandrie quite well and the sound of determination in her voice is not to be trifled with.

He is going to have a wild elf wedding. How...unexpected.

"Gods' we don't have to strip down and dance naked do we? Apart from the company...the remaining company, that is, even I would object to dancing over corpses."

Though he would certainly claim to have done after the fact.

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Despite her seeming nonchalance, Alexandrie had not been expecting a single affirmative response. Had been readying herself to be once again unmarried on her wedding day, forced to make some statement of continued intent, spin a story that made the delay a kind choice. Perhaps one for the benefit of the missing priest: he should be looked for, found safely, they would wait until then.

But then a hand. One attached to the now shining and serendipitous friendship born of afternoon teas and socially transgressive fashion endeavors. And Alexandrie smiles and dips her head to Merrill.

"Should such a thing be required," is the serene response to her very-nearly-husband, "there are, to my knowledge, no corpses outside."

Given that she had, due to its very flattering but slightly restrictive silhouette, been obliged to slit the cloth of her gown [green and gold, naturally] near to the thigh already, and she does not look unprepared to doff the rest. She does not look unprepared to do near anything.

"But I think it unlikely."

A quick eyebrow raise for Merrill: right?

SORRY work is trying to eat me alive ;;

[chainlightning]

Loki is not given a withering look - partially because Merrill is terrible at them, and partially because, at the end of the day, Merrill is doing this for her friend. She does raise an eyebrow at him, though; just enough to, she hopes, let him know that she doesn't appreciate his jump to stereotypes.

"Well, I don't know how human countries do it, but the Dalish don't strip naked or dance over corpses. We try to keep our bonding ceremonies away from corpses, as a matter of fact; this is actually probably the closest." The last bit is said thoughtfully, Merrill almost getting lost in the thought.

"We can skip over the bit about Loki having to prove he's a worthwhile match," she tells Alexandria, alluding to a conversation months ago with her and Wysteria. "As long as you have vows, I think it'll actually all be very similar!"

Man ain't that just a mood.

[hwaaaitsme]

"Vows we have," Loki assures her and, despite the reprimand from his nearly wife--they would be wed even if it was over these assassins' dead bodies--and the sidelong eyebrow from the elf girl, he seems not entirely put out by the change of plans. He is a bit relieved he doesn't need to strip down but he would have, had he been given no choice.

"Though I expect I should probably omit the religious section if we're to change the ceremony on whole." He looks at Alexandrie, then, and all her determination is visible in her stance.

"Shall we take this outside, my dear?"

we're all fashionably late

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Alexandrie breathes, straightens, and then moves to take Loki's arm with every iota of gentility she can muster, managing a veneer of calm certitude that implies everything is entirely under control despite her own nervous adrenaline, the evidence of generalized chaos still remaining in the room, and the abrupt trade of Priest for Dalish Keeper. She pitches her voice to the room.

"Let us make sure our guests are seen to—and our 'guests' secured—and then... we shall."



[ooc: timeskip to outside though? :3 She's just doing image control inasmuch as that's... even... possible.]