[Open Commentlog] - Old Persian - Found Prince 001

[makesowndestiny]

[Unfortunately, Dastan only reads that very first line written by Lord Deior before he snapped the journal closed, frowning before absent-mindedly tucking it into his belt. Sorry, Deior, but he believes he has a way to fix this, and if time isn't on his side he has to move now so it soon will be. First objective: find the dagger. He certainly can't

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[commentlog] This cool bro? *can change w/e*

[tigressina]

[She’s outside - human, this time and clothed in much warmer gear than what she’s used to wearing. It’s hot in the Underground - much, much hotter than what even the Keep is on a regular basis, so all these clothes make moving around a little awkward.

Still, it’s and incredibly wonderful thing to be able to experience real snow as opposed to any kind of failed attempt at generated weather.

She kneels and pulls off her gloves, letting the white, powdery substance sift through her fingers again.

No, she could never tire of the sensation. Ever.

As she’s absorbed in this, a distinct noise from above catches her attention - she’s observant, she has to be from years of being chased and hunted - and she stumbles back and out of the way as someone tumbles down the side of the walls, smacking against it before stopping, dangling a few feet above the ground.

What in the name of the Gods.]

Are…you alright?

[Her voice is incredulous - what had he been doing? She scrambles to her feet and hurries over - hesitant at first, reaching to

[commentlog] Totally cool! Beyond cool! Excitedly cool!

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan dangles, stunned and attempting to regain the breath that had been knocked from his lungs as well as his senses. When he can finally breathe again he grins.]

Well that wasn't awkward at all.

[Then he hears a woman's voice--words completely indistinguishable, and Dastan turns his head incredulously, wondering why he did not understand her words.]

I'm fine, really. I do this all the time--make a fool of myself while performing dangerous stunts few can do. It's fun, really. And... you... can't understand a word I'm saying, can you?

[commentlog] yay!!!

[tigressina]

[He’s still dangling and his weight tugging on potential knots is going to make it a little…difficult to get him down.

His voice, however, makes her freeze.

It’s not because he’s speaking a language that doesn’t compute, it’s because that voice is familiar. With shaking, trembling fingers, she carefully spins him to face her, and stares down into a painfully familiar face.]

Jack?!

[Any and all traces of weariness leave her face - she’s elated, joyous, even - she can’t believe it, he’s here, he’s actually here with her, right now! Granted, he’d just done something…incredibly stupid but…well. Jack was always reckless and rarely thought of consequences before taking action. This was…no surprise, really. Having him hanging upside down in front of her from a rope really…is not a big thing.

When she speaks again - it’s not in Common. It’s in a completely different and probably equally foreign language to a more than likely horribly confused Dastan.]

By the Gods, I’m so glad to see you.

[And this would be that horribly awkward

[commentlog] HAHAHAHA! OMG THIS THREAD. ALREADY. I LOVE IT. LOL!

[makesowndestiny]

[The unknown woman is trying to help untangle him--which is sweet, really--but Dastan is usually pretty capable of getting out of his own messes. Still. He doesn't want to let go of the rope to land on a complete stranger, so he hangs awkwardly instead, staring into the features of a very pretty woman as she spins him around to face her. His mouth clams shut as his mind turns off, feeling awkward and wondering if now would be a good time to simply climb back up the rope to avoid future awkward.]

Eh?

[He doesn't recognize the word, but a part of his mind notes it sounds a lot like a name. The intense look she gives him, coupled later with her complete elation has both of Dastan's brows shooting up in surprise. His surprise escalates as she switches to completely more complicated sounding language entirely.]

Ah...ehm...excuse me, but--

[Dastan drops to the ground, dusting his hands off and thinking of explaining, or getting answers, or perhaps learning some bit of information when his already flustered senses deplete altogether. She

[brynkitten]

[Bryn has been playing in the snow ever since it started falling. It's distracted her enough that she didn't notice the man using the Keep as a jungle gym until he plummeted almost down to the ground near where she stood.

Eyes wide, she looked up at him with her mouth open, before speaking.]

A-are you okay?

[makesowndestiny]

[Scrunching his face in displeasure at his blunder, Dastan makes a mental note to step more carefully and look for ice next time he scales the roofs. He hangs, gathering his bearings and waiting for the world to right itself in his mind's eye.]

Well. That was fun. This is why living in the desert is so much nicer.

[Then Dastan realizes he is not alone in his embarrassed failure, and twists his body to awkwardly glance behind him at the woman there. A blond woman. He stares, wondering where in the world he was to be in a place covered with freezing snow and people who spoke different languages.]

Fine. Ah--I-I'll be going now.

[His words are cheery, if not perhaps a little forced in his panic at dealing with another pretty woman, and Dastan quickly turns to face the keep's stone wall, gets a foothold, and climbs the rope half a foot before his footing slips on more ice and he tumbles fulling to the ground.]

I hate ice. [Lying sprawled on his back, Dastan looks in Bryn's general direction.] Have I ever mentioned I hate ice? [

[brynkitten]

[Oh dear. She can't understand a word he's saying, and now he's trying to climb the walls? Bryn watches with a furrowed brow, and when he falls to the ground, flat on his back, she makes a startled noise and moves to his side.]

It's too cold and slippery to climb, I think. You're going to hurt yourself. Are you okay?

[And then she realizes he probably has no idea what she said either. Bryn attempts to mime that she's asking if he's okay, complete with a thumbs-up and OK hand gesture, but it's clear from her expression that she's frustrated by the language barrier.]

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan lays there, in the snow, giving her the oddest expression at her movements. He think he understands what she's trying to get at though. At the very least, he can tell by her expression alone she's concerned.]

I'm fine.

[He sits up, feeling cold all over now, and ruffles a hand through wet, snow covered hair before he turns toward her, question in his eyes. Well wasn't this place odd?]

[Commentlog] does it right this time, herp derp

[bondedgryphon]

[Now of course Dastan would have no way of knowing that his chosen escape route was the preferred roosting place of the Keep gryphon. How could he? Even during the surprise snowfall, Zhaneel found herself atop the wall walk by the end of day through the early morning, keen gaze sweeping the Keep's boundaries.

To say she had been a bit startled by the young man pelting past her at full speed would be and understatement. To say that she'd been shocked to watch him quickly scale the wall for a higher perch even more so. Feathered brows arch and she grimaces as his flight quickly fails as he hits a patch of ice and slips, coming to hang several feet from the ground.

She had begun moving as soon as he'd passed her, so it was a simple enough and short flight to reach the man hanging from the wall.]

You might do better with wings, I think ...

[It was quite a shame she'd crept up with little warning on his blind side. Surprise, Dastan!!]

[Commentlog] XDDDDDDDDD <33333333

[makesowndestiny]

Holy--!!

[To say Dastan was surprised is an understatement. He flails, literally, before holding the rope with solely one hand to reach for a sword with the other, holding it out defensively. Then... he stares.]

What manner of creature are you?

[...And how did it talk?!]

[commentlog] I blame just waking up <3

[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel starts slightly, but in truth she is far less alarmed by the hanging man than he might hope. She doesn't understand his words, although the language is lilting and similar to the Tayledras. Similar is not the same, however qnd the wordsmare nothing alike.

She studies him as he brandishes his sword at her and unable to help herself, the gryphon gurgles softly in mirth, beak gaping in a gryphon equivalent of a grin. A sword though it is, she lifts one stubby taloned bird-like forefoot and taps against the blade. If hemlocks, he will see what she is pointing out and the fact that his blade is unlikely as sharp as it was when he left.]

I will not harm you, little man .. although your blade is perhaps not quite what it was, mm?

[She lowers her forefoot again and proceeds to fluff up every feather on her body. Dastan, how can something so adorable be dangerous?? Forget that she's horse-sized and could easily gut a man with a single swipe..]

[commentlog] Mm. Morning, lovely. *makes coffee and snuggles*

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan stares gape-mouthed at the gryphon. Sure enough, he looks at the blade of his sword--and is not pleased.]

What form of treachery is this?

[He glances back up at the gryphon, expression mostly suspicious.]

How did you know about my blade?

[And why was he talking to a gryphon? A rather large gryphon at that! One that seemed to know speech, even if Dastan could not quite understand her language. He was so not falling for the cute act, though. Nope. Not him.]

[Commentlog] :D

[trustedhisheart]

[It doesn't take Tus long at all to decide that while snow previously held a place in his mind as a rare, beautiful sight, one to be treasured, that notion was clearly foolish. Snow may be beautiful, but it is cold, and it is slowing down his progress considerably.

He's trudging through the snow outside - he had not found any sign of who he was looking for in the building where he awoke, and he has now changed his plans to getting out of there.

And then he spots Dastan climbing towards the roof of this Keep, and his plans quite suddenly change right back.

He can't help a brief wince when Dastan collides with the stone, and then he shakes his head, a fond, amused smile on his lips as he hurries through the snow towards where his brother is dangling from the rope.]

Dastan!

[The relief in his voice is obvious, and he doesn't bother to hide it.]

[Commentlog] BROTHER--WAITOSHIT

[makesowndestiny]

...

[Did his ears deceive him? No. It couldn't be. Could it? Flipping around by using his body's momentum, Dastan twists in an attempt to look behind him. Sure enough--it's Tus. It's his brother. Relief and shock tear through him and Dastan drops to the ground as he gapes for a moment.]

Brother!

[Then he remembers Tus still blames him for their father's death--that he may want Dastan dead--and he quickly draws his sword, brandishing it between him and his brother defensively.]

Tus...

[His voice was low, a warning, and Dastan circled away from the wall, going around his brother.]

Tus, listen to me. [His throat felt tight.] I did not kill father!

[Commentlog] XD XD XD

[trustedhisheart]

[He chuckles at the shock on Dastan's face. Not that Tus himself isn't equally relieved to see him, but he cannot help but by amused by his brother's gaping.]

I would say you have no idea how glad I am to see you, but I suspect you might have an inkling of the feeling.

[And then Dastan is drawing his sword. For no logical reason at all. Tus stares at him, wondering if perhaps the snow has frozen his head enough to addle his wits.

He holds up his hands, making no move to go to his own sword.]

What - yes, Dastan, I am aware. We have already discussed this.

[And he uses 'discuss' lightly, considering what they really did was more of Dastan talking at him and then killing himself with a dagger. Something which he is not in a hurry to repeat.]

Unless - how far back did I go?

[Commentlog]

[makesowndestiny]

[That comment alone has Dastan coming to a halt, his sword point lowering slightly toward the ground.]

You're happy to see me?

[It's too good to be true. So much of Dastan yearns for his brother's love and forgiveness, though. Forgiveness over a crime he did not commit. His expression crumples slightly as he stares. Then Tus's words finally reach him and his sword arm drops entirely.]

Wait. We've already--? You used the dagger.

[There is awe in his tone. How was it possible, when there was so much Dastan felt he couldn't remember.]

What happened, brother?

[His tone is low. He needs to know.]

And where is Nizam?

[Commentlog |D] SO LONG AS THIS IS OKAY~

[spellsdeadwrong]

[Dastan, what are you getting yourself into now? Asuka's already seen him running by once--and now he's running by again, and it's looking like it's going to end exactly the same way as last time... and yep, there it was. Now the hitting the wall... Asuka winces. That's really got to be painful.

Buuuut whether it was painful or not doesn't factor in to what he must do next.

Asuka's going to be sauntering on up now, Dastan, an amused expression on his face as he nears.]

You're one of those guys who keeps doing the same thing and thinking you're going to get different results, aren't you?

Re: [Commentlog] Of course! <3 Just remember he speaks Persian :D

[makesowndestiny]

What--

[This time Dastan doesn't even try to hold onto the rope. He could already see the ice covering the side of the Keep walls anyway. Oh how he yearned for the desert. Feet planted firmly on the ground now, Dastan looks at the amused stranger before him, his expression flat-lining.]

Why do I get the feeling you're mocking me?

[He drawls the words, though he is a bit amused himself. After all--his friends and his older brother make fun at his failed acrobatics many a time.]

[Commentlog] As though I could forget!

[spellsdeadwrong]

[Huh?

The language draws Asuka up short. Thus far he's always been lucky enough to always run into people who spoke the same language he did--what's coming out of Dastan's mouth sounds like gibberish to him. He's heard a -few- people speaking gobbledegook over the journal, but this doesn't even sound the same as -that-.]

What in the name of the Maiden was that?

[Forget teasing the guy for his stubbornness. Asuka has to get down to the bottom of -this- oddity first!]

[Commentlog] XDDD <333

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan's sentiments exactly, though he isn't completely aware of that fact.]

Let me guess. No one speaks Persian around here?

[He was greatly tiring of this. How could no one speak the language fo the world's greatest Empire?]