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[ Who is on the rooftops? Prince is in the rooftops!
Specifically, he is on the even-higher-than-the-roof-balcony rooftops, perched precariously against the top of one of the turrets. After the subject had been brought up, however briefly, of his previous forms...the thought of his using the Daggertail again would not leave him. So, instead of writing emo entries like usual, he's about to do something incredibly dangerous!
So, with a very sturdy glove on, Prince has the Daggertail embedded into it - because fuck having that shit stabbing into his arm again - and is gauging the weight, height, and distance of a horizontal flagpole poking out. No guts, no glory...
With a leap, Prince flings himself off the turret, hurling the Daggertail out. It wraps around the flagpole, sticking hard, and Prince swings from it like the most Indiana of Joneses. Flying in a long arc, relying only on his own reflexes to survive...it's an exhilarating feeling, something he hasn't experienced in far too long. One misgrab and he'll fall every one of those twentysomething stories straight down to a very messy end.
It's good, then, that it seems his use of the Daggertail doesn't seem to have just been a Dark Prince thing. At the highest upswing of his arc, the Prince gave a sharp yank, the blades coming free. With one graceful somersault, he moves through the air, coming to a neatly tumbling stop on the very rooftop balcony that most of you crazy loners hang out on.
As if it's nothing more than a regular walk through the woods, the Prince pulls the Daggertail back to him, looping it around his glove again. Anyone on the rooftop or looking out their window is free to have seen that! He certainly looks pleased enough with himself about it.
Beat that, Altair. ]
Hm. It is good to know that I have not quite lost my agility from that other form. I may be able to master this weapon yet.
(ooc: OH SO VERY OPEN BTW. Open and journal!)
Specifically, he is on the even-higher-than-the-roof-balcony rooftops, perched precariously against the top of one of the turrets. After the subject had been brought up, however briefly, of his previous forms...the thought of his using the Daggertail again would not leave him. So, instead of writing emo entries like usual, he's about to do something incredibly dangerous!
So, with a very sturdy glove on, Prince has the Daggertail embedded into it - because fuck having that shit stabbing into his arm again - and is gauging the weight, height, and distance of a horizontal flagpole poking out. No guts, no glory...
With a leap, Prince flings himself off the turret, hurling the Daggertail out. It wraps around the flagpole, sticking hard, and Prince swings from it like the most Indiana of Joneses. Flying in a long arc, relying only on his own reflexes to survive...it's an exhilarating feeling, something he hasn't experienced in far too long. One misgrab and he'll fall every one of those twentysomething stories straight down to a very messy end.
It's good, then, that it seems his use of the Daggertail doesn't seem to have just been a Dark Prince thing. At the highest upswing of his arc, the Prince gave a sharp yank, the blades coming free. With one graceful somersault, he moves through the air, coming to a neatly tumbling stop on the very rooftop balcony that most of you crazy loners hang out on.
As if it's nothing more than a regular walk through the woods, the Prince pulls the Daggertail back to him, looping it around his glove again. Anyone on the rooftop or looking out their window is free to have seen that! He certainly looks pleased enough with himself about it.
Beat that, Altair. ]
Hm. It is good to know that I have not quite lost my agility from that other form. I may be able to master this weapon yet.
(ooc: OH SO VERY OPEN BTW. Open and journal!)