Plan of Escape!

[makesowndestiny]

Who: Dastan makesowndestiny and Tus trustedhisheart
What: Dastan and Tus have planned an epic plan of escape--about to go horribly awry. They just don't know it, yet.
When Forward dated to Nightfall
Where: Again: over Keep walls

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[trustedhisheart]

"It would not surprise me at all if the appearances were deceiving, perhaps purposefully so. It may be that they merely wait for one to assume that no one is watching, and take advantage when they let their guard down

[makesowndestiny]

"Hmm. Just what we need, then. Better stay alert."

Moving with his brother, Dastan stuck to shadows, attention constantly shifting as he sought out passersby. He didn't know how well this plan would execute, but he had to remain hopeful and give it his all. Persia needed them.

No. Persia needed Tus.

Glancing at Tus from the corner of his eye, Dastan frowned in thought. Tus may not know or like it, but if they got cornered and only one of them could escape, Dastan was going to make damn certain it was his brother. He was King, after all, and he knew about the dagger. If only one of them could make it out of here, it needed to be he.

Rueful smile quirking one edge of his lips, Dastan could just imagine Tus's response if he knew what Dastan was thinking. If it had to be done, though, Dastan knew his life held far lesser importance than that of his brother's.

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

[trustedhisheart]

It was certainly a very good thing that Tus did not know what Dastan was thinking. To say he would be displeased was something of an understatement. But, fortunately, he was blissfully unaware, and so he merely smiled slightly at Dastan's comment.

"Alert as always."

Tus stuck to the shadows as well, moving quickly and silently, keeping one hand near the hilt of his sword. The closer they got to the wall surrounding the Keep, the more he expected their progress to be halted.

To his surprise, however, they reached the wall uncontested. Still, he knew better than to relax his guard. Perhaps it was only once it became obvious that they were trying to escape that they would be set upon.

"Let us hope the ropes will work."

[makesowndestiny]

Dastan got to work unwinding the ropes that littered his form as they reached the walls, figuring their time was now limited. There was no going back. If they were spotted now, he could only guess as to what might happen.

Grinning and shaking his head at Tus's words, Dastan issued forth a light snort. "Let us hope this rope reaches."

Gauging the walls height, Dastan took a deep breath, readied the thickly coiled rope, and tossed it with as much strength as he could muster, holding his breath as one end slipped over the wall and caught. Saying a quiet prayer, Dastan lightly tugged on the rope, hoping with everything in him that it would hold.

"I don't know how secure it is, but this may be our only chance..."

He glanced at Tus.

"I follow you, brother."