A naked Dastan appears!

[makesowndestiny]

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

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[tigressina]

Anna had been listless in the days following Sunday - it was now a waiting game as to when her punishment would take place, and she was...not looking forward to it.

It would be something that would be incredibly, incredibly unpleasant and painful, that much she knew.

She walked through the keep n, her mind in an entirely different place and time as she rounds a corner, and--

Blink. Blink blink.

"Dastan?"

She had to stare, because he was naked

"What...what are you doing?"

[makesowndestiny]

"You know me?"

Desperate, Dastan took a few halting steps towards her. There is recognition in her eyes. A name on her lips. At him. His name?

Then she speaks once more, and Dastan's brows knit together as a frown tugs his lips. Why...couldn't he understand her? Then something clicked over in his mind, and he was able to make slight sense out of her question.

What and doing. Perhaps they were not words he easily understood?

"Please, you have to tell me! What is this place? Who... who am I?"

And why did his words sound so different from hers?

[tigressina]

"Do not be ridiculous, of course I--"

Her words were sharply cut off as soon as they left her lips, because the sudden realization of what he was saying hit her.

The confusion on her face was evident, and she scrambled for her journal.

He didn't remember - when people didn't remember, they had either left and come back, or...

Or they had died.

She flipped the journal over with shaking hands, trying not to look at his nude form in front of her.

"You are Dastan. I do know you - and...please, come with me. We must get you some clothing."

[makesowndestiny]

He edges closer suspiciously, eyes narrowed. She's holding something that seems important, however, and Dastan gets just close enough to peer down at it. See writing on the page.

Writing in odd gibberish, of which he can only understand three or four words out of, and writing he can read and understand completely. His jaw drops, and he points to the page.

"Is that--is that normal?"

Then the written words register, and Dastan gulps, peering down at himself. He was naked, wasn't he? And near a beautiful woman at that. Who knew him.

Slowly, Dastan backs away a step, then another. Something flickers out of the corner of his eye, and he very slowly reaches up, grabs the torch hanging near eye level, lifts it from its resting place, and brings it down a safe distance away from himself, but at what he judged was the proper angle to keep his private bits private.

An awkward grin crosses his face.

"You mentioned clothing?"