closed | noblesse oblige

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lexie and Gwen
WHAT: Murder and slave rescuing in honor of #squad
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Seere, in Rivain
NOTES: it's to Make Some Friends

I think that went rather well.

[ It's said with as much courtly decorum as Alexandrie can manage, the which is only slightly damaged by her being bent over with her hands braced on her knees, panting with exertion. And the hair that escaped unevenly from the sturdy braid wrapped and pinned tightly to her head. And the blood.

(There's a lot of blood.)

After another moment there she straightens up and walks to the nearest of the erstwhile smugglers and bends again, although this time it's to retrieve the knife buried in the body's chest rather than to rest. ]

Yes?

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[coquettish_trees]

Your idea of reason, or mine?

[ It's accompanied by the kind of bright and winning smile that has made people very literally trip over themselves to oblige her. Alexandrie knows very well it has no such effect on Gwenaëlle— unless it's to render her even more recalcitrant— which means she's just being impossible for long enough to have it register before the affect is discarded for one of more standard cheer. ]

Mais oui, madame, we can be tyrannical critics and decide what ought to be let to burn. No statuary unless truly priceless, paintings sans frames, rare books unless we hate the author, rare wines unless we hate the vintage; loose gemstones and jewelry first, coin for our new acquaintances for the ease of it?

[ She's looking over her shoulder by the end of her list, already starting to walk towards the little group of the newly freed to inform them that looting and arson are in the happy futures of those who would like to help everyone start their new lives on the right foot (financially speaking).

Let's go shopping~! ]

[elegiaque]

We can part with some of the jewelry if they like,

( more graciously, as gwenaëlle follows after her, conscious of the way that alexandrie does slightly manage her predisposition to being fucking recalcitrant and deciding to ignore it. though, after a beat: )

We'll go first, ( she explains to their new wards, gesturing between herself and alexandrie, ) and you don't go anywhere that we haven't already double-checked is clear.

( if they make an oddly-matched pair, and a curious choice for more or less the entirety of this task: her stubbornness on this point is clear. she isn't risking losing one of them to carelessness at this late stage, not when they've been so successful so far. if anyone had hidden—

well, they'll find them first. )

[coquettish_trees]

[ And so in they go.

It's always interesting going through a place again when one is not embroiled in a general brawl. For some reason, Alexandrie always has the urge to right chairs that had been knocked over, cluck over the ruined finish on end-tables that had been used as shields. It matters even less than usual, as they're going to burn down the house, but even so she finds herself going so far as to reshelve a few fallen texts as she methodically checks a bookcase in the office to see if she can find any secret panels within it. ]

How is the storeroom coming? [ Called gaily down the hallway as she goes, ] Are there any— ha!

[ It's a noise of delighted triumph over sliding wood... and then, quickly following, a yelp of surprise and the sounds of a scuffle. ]