[Commentlog + Persian dialogue]

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan kneels on the floor, hands clasped around a pumpkin with a young man's face--that silly helmet of his included. Dastan's face is every bit distraught. He had set out looking for Tus. Instead, he found a Garsiv pumpkin.]

I--I didn't kill father!

[The pumpkin yells and shouts in anger, pumpkin spittle shooting out of its mouth and landing

Comments

[trustedhisheart]

[He has been thoroughly ignoring the pumpkins - it's easier for him, as he does not understand most of what the pumpkins say, and though the whispers in his mind are unnerving, it is nothing more than he can handle.

Nizam's pumpkin had been smashed the moment he'd found it, before all of this, and so he's not had that to deal with. And the whispers that sound like his father, that tell him he is not ready to be king - those are nothing more than what Tus already tells himself.

His opinion of the pumpkins changes, however, when he hears his brother's voice. Tus strides over, anger tight and controlled.]

Do not listen to it, brother. It is not Garsiv, and the things it says are lies.

[makesowndestiny]

"Tus?" Dastan's voice was small, and every bit vulnerable. Hearing another familial voice tear through pumpkin Garsiv's ranting was a godsend, however, and Dastan was quickly turning around as hope filled his heart and his frantic gaze searched and landed on his brother.

"Brother!"

Dastan was already moving toward Tus, a tentative and relieved smile curving the edge of his lips.

"You are alive. We are alive. You are well?"

He moves to clasp Tus's shoulder affectionately, but it is not enough. Not after everything Garsiv left raw and bleeding from within. He moved to hug Tus affectionately, relief causing most of his anxiety to dissipate so he might be able to relax now, finally.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux is wandering about the pumpkins again, wee. Anyway he comes across Dastan and the pumpkin and pauses.*

...Dastan?

OH HAI THAR TRAINING BUDDY

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan turns to look at Sollux, his gaze unfocused. Shadowed horrors and anguish dance behind his eyes, and he can't seem to move away from the pumpkin bearing his brother's face.]

It's my brother. Or... it's supposed to be. Garsiv.

[Slowly, his head turns back to look at the pumpkin still yelling insults at him. Dastan ducks his head, hunching in on himself as memories of his family resurface. A yearning enters his heart. A yearning to see his perfect father, whom had passed. What was worse was the look that had been in his eyes. The look of betrayal as he stared at Dastan, believing Dastan had been the one to poison him.]

"...I didn't kill father."

'sup teach? has dastan been mia since his 'escape?'

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux sighs. He were go again.*

Its a pumpkin. The things it says are just a trick.

*He grumbles and pulls out his journal. Thanks to the ear worm translator grub he could understand Dastan, but he wasn't sure if Dastan had one or not. So Sollux rewrites his statement and shows it to the man.*

Yep! Apparently so.

[makesowndestiny]

[Looking at the journal, Dastan feels his throat tighten before he looks back to Sollux.]

So... the pumpkin isn't Garsiv? He isn't trapped inside?

/sends the worst person ever ALSO she's speaking in Persian.

[agisquodadis]

[Samantha has to admit - she's...pretty deeply disturbed by the pumpkins she's seen littered about. Her parents were out there, and she'd found Claytons too - but his hadn't lasted long.

She'd smashed it out of...

Well. She wasn't quite sure, but at least it was gone.

And then she stumbles over a crazy person, speaking Persian and clutching a pumpkin.

Why was everyone in this Keep an absolute lunatic?]

It's a pumpkin. Get over it.

LOL LOL LOL

[makesowndestiny]

He's--he's my brother! Garsiv! Can't you see that?

[Yep, Dastan was acting crazy all right. He gestures widely to his pumpkin, having let go of it once he heard someone speaking.

Suddenly Dastan's attention is riveted to the stranger before him however, and he stares gape-mouthed.]

You--did you--?

Did you just speak Persian?

Blanket apology, really

[agisquodadis]

Uh, no. It looks like a creepy fucking pumpkin that you’re talking to like a maniac.

[Okay, so all of Samantha’s words might not quite translate, because modern slangs might not easily convert into the ancient Persian language, but.

Her tone probably indicates what she’s saying.]

No, I’m speaking bloody Greek. Yes, it’s Persian.

[Pause. Wait, this is another Keepite - that must mean he’s special and not human.]

WAIT, wait, let me guess - you’re a telepathic stuttering near mute that can weave magical spells when you take a piss. Am I close?

OMFG LOL

[makesowndestiny]

Wha--?

[Dastan looks back at the pumpkin, then the stranger herself.]

Look. There are magics in this world I'm sure most of us could never dream about. This place? It's pretty hard to argue with that fact. There are gryphons, little blue men, and when you jump over the walls of this place you dissolve into dust. Dust. Then--then you're back here and--

[Dastan takes a deep breath, raking a hand through his hair. Why was he even telling her all of this?]

I have seen stranger things. Garsiv turning into a pumpkin... may not be that strange after all.

[He gives her a look at that Greek comment, then his brows rise at her later words and he smirks.]

Now who is the daft stranger here? [He is somewhat teasing, though she may not realize it.] I am none of those. I am merely a man, found and taken in when I was a boy. Now I am a Prince.