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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lady Alexandrie and her Lounge Brigade
WHAT: Irreverence and indolence for the sake of morale
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Unofficial Tevinter Embassy (i.e. the Asgard estate in Hightown), and other places around Kirkwall
NOTES: Catch-all for closed starters; pm/plurk/discord/smoke signal me if you want to plan something. ♥

The undead walk the land, there's mountains of work to be done, ten tasks for every hand, so...

Champagne, anyone?

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[coquettish_trees]

Simultaneous with the kick to Bastien's heel, Alexandrie 'stumbles' at one of the abrupt stops and steps on his toe.

"No!" she exclaims, Fereldan again as she leans back behind him to speak to Fifi, "it will be glorious." Then, eyes sparkling conspiratorially, "I heard him say he could keep pace with you."

[cozen]

It’s a coin toss. Kicked and trod-upon, he could protest that he would never say such a thing, that he learned that lesson the hard way and cherishes his knees and dignity both too much to try again.

Or he could do what he does: slip loose from their arms to turn and walk backwards with all the nimble-footed competence he’d just been pretending to lack.

“I can,” he says.

He cannot. He can go backwards down the stairs that cut behind him, when the street takes its downward turn past two posted guards and toward Lowtown, and he can do it without hesitating or glancing over his shoulder to confirm the drop. But that’s a different skill. Fifi will destroy him, if she wants to, and he will go down insisting he had a chance, because he wants to.

“I have been practicing,” he assures her, which isn’t particularly true. “Preparing for this very moment.”