A naked Dastan appears!
Who: Anna tigressina and Dastan makesowndestiny
What: Dastan and Tus went POOF GONE, over the walls of the keep, and now Dastan is running around without his memories--or clothing.
Where: The barracks--then who knows.
When: After Mads has been killed by Anna, and Dastan and Tus made their getaway.
A gasp escapes, and Dastan is quick to sit up in bed, clutching at his chest. Confusion mounts as his gaze swivels around the small room, and panic and denial sets in.
This isn't right.
He doesn't know where the thought came from, who he is, or where this room is that he found himself in. He doesn't stay in bed, contemplating these questions long, however. Leaping out of bed so quickly the sheets wrap and tangle about his form, Dastan twists to get his legs free and senses his momentum slowly pulling his face closer with the floor. Twisting impossibly, Dastan manages to roll and take the brunt of the fall on his shoulder, rather than his head, and finds himself in a crouch moments later.
What...
He doesn't question it--he simply makes a bee-line for the door, roughly grasping the handle and pulling the door open. Trepidation suddenly courses through him--though he hasn't a clue as to why. Instead of bolting out into the hall he flattens himself against it and peers around the corner.
All clear. But for how long?
Racing out into the torch-lit hall, Dastan runs from one side of the hall to the other, slowing in intervals in case someone were to pop up on him. It's as he is braced with his back against a wall, the palms of his hands flat against it and zero clothes upon his form that Anna finds him.
What: Dastan and Tus went POOF GONE, over the walls of the keep, and now Dastan is running around without his memories--or clothing.
Where: The barracks--then who knows.
When: After Mads has been killed by Anna, and Dastan and Tus made their getaway.
A gasp escapes, and Dastan is quick to sit up in bed, clutching at his chest. Confusion mounts as his gaze swivels around the small room, and panic and denial sets in.
This isn't right.
He doesn't know where the thought came from, who he is, or where this room is that he found himself in. He doesn't stay in bed, contemplating these questions long, however. Leaping out of bed so quickly the sheets wrap and tangle about his form, Dastan twists to get his legs free and senses his momentum slowly pulling his face closer with the floor. Twisting impossibly, Dastan manages to roll and take the brunt of the fall on his shoulder, rather than his head, and finds himself in a crouch moments later.
What...
He doesn't question it--he simply makes a bee-line for the door, roughly grasping the handle and pulling the door open. Trepidation suddenly courses through him--though he hasn't a clue as to why. Instead of bolting out into the hall he flattens himself against it and peers around the corner.
All clear. But for how long?
Racing out into the torch-lit hall, Dastan runs from one side of the hall to the other, slowing in intervals in case someone were to pop up on him. It's as he is braced with his back against a wall, the palms of his hands flat against it and zero clothes upon his form that Anna finds him.