Prince Dastan ◊ 011

[hides_thedagger]

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OUTSIDE/AROUND THE CASTLE

[hides_thedagger]

[gesangvoll]

Tamaki did say he was looking for her. I do wonder if his plan has come to fruition.

[katona_sziv]

I haven't spoken to him since a while ago.

[A worried look crosses her face.]

I do hope he's okay as well. I think this crash ended up causing more damage than it seems.

[gesangvoll]

He seemed all right when I spoke with him not too long ago. I would assume he is still fine based on that. [since being optimistic is the best course of action!]

[flame_ablazed]

*Yukimura stood in front of the broken down building, looking pretty much confused at the ruins. The loud bang along with that deafening impact had woken up from his slumber. And the device he got when he arrived here started growling too - it was odd happenstance for sure. And one way to fine out what's happening? Get to the source.*

Dream world or not, this is most peculiar!

*With his spears ready, he neared the crumbling castle.*

[hides_thedagger]

[Finally able to get out of the castle after his cave in with Judith, Dastan sneaks out of the castle, looking around for his adopted brother in this world, hoping the Italian man hasn't run into troubles when he had gone on his way to help his friend. All the while waiting, the Prince dust himself off, looking for more serious injuries than the few cuts and bruises he has]

[punchesbards]

[ Ezio wasn't as worse for wear as his Persian brother, but he was close. With a few cuts and scrapes of his own. The blood on his robes was none of his, thankfully.

Despite the warning issued by Javert earlier, and how long it had taken him to trudge back to the castle ruins, Ezio needed to make sure Dastan was all right. A mere call on the dreamberry would not do. Ever. Soon enough the Italian assassin arrived. Clearly he had been running EVERYWHERE. ]

Dastan. [ he said as quietly as possible, knowing there were still police lurking. ] are you well? W- -

..What happened to you?

[hides_thedagger]

[Dastan looks at the moving and talking shadow, instantly recognizing it as Ezio. Despite himself, he walks the few steps that separate them and hugs the other man quickly. What? He nearly died in a cave in, he's allowed to get a bit emotional here.]

I will survive. Judith and I got caught in a cave in inside the castle. We barely made it out.

[The smell of blood is strong on his brother and the Prince looks more closely at Ezio, frowning with concern]

What about yourself? Are you injured? Will your friend make it?

[punchesbards]

[ Ezio accepted the hug quickly, going so far as to give his 'brother' a squeeze to make sure he was really there before he let go. ]

Judith is all right, si? [ since he didn't see her around the immediate area, he had to ask just in case. Also he looks like he just had a mild heart attack when Dastan mentioned a cave in. and /barely/ making it out. Not something to tell him. ] I'm glad you're safe, fratello.

I'm fine, and luckily we reached Malik before he lost too much blood.--

[ he silenced himself when he heard footsteps, quiet, slightly distanced footsteps. And motioned for Dastan to listen. Did he hear that, too? ]

[hides_thedagger]

She is. We went each on our ways to evade the guards.

[As Ezio gives him an expression between being about to give him a good scolding and relief, Dastan answers with a small sheepish smile and nods.

But his frown returns as he listens to the same sound of footsteps. Stealthily, he climbs the debris and gives a quick look over them. And promptly curses in native language. Advancing towards them is a contingent of cops, flashlights waving everywhere as they are searching for survivors. Or miscreants like him and Ezio. He drops back by his brother's side, his voice barely over a whisper]

About a dozen of guards are coming our way. We need to get out of here.

[punchesbards]

[ he's about to tell Dastan to not be so wreckless, but then he would have to be loud, and...well that would defeat the purpose of trying to be stealthy. So he waits, nodding when the man drops back down. ]

I feared as much. [ He glanced in the direction of the oncoming police. They needed to split up, it would be easier for them to hide if they did. Less likely that they would be found. as much as he didn't want to separate from his brother, he had no choice. ]

We need to separate. Do not contact me until you've made it home, or at least somewhere the polizia won't suspect. [ since everyone and their mother could probably hear their conversations via dreamberry. He assumed anyway, honestly he had no damn idea. Just to be safe though. He gave his brother another quick hug before turning to head off to hide. ] Stay safe, brother. [ and he was off. ]

[hides_thedagger]

[He nods, finding the decision to split up to be the best way to make it out of this area without getting caught, even if he doesn't like it either. Dastan returns the hug.]

You as well, brother.

[Turning around to run in the opposite direction of Ezio, the Prince starts to run through the debris, head low, listening and watching to choose the best escape route.

Hearing the voices of the beat cops closing in, the Persian looks back, trying to pick up through the darkening night the silhouette of the Assassin, silently praying that he is getting away quickly.]

[chose_death]

[That glance behind him is what cost Dastan, in the end. Had he been paying more attention to what lay ahead and worried less about the police in the rear, he might have been able to avoid the looming shadow that obstructs his path.

THUNK.

Dastan collides sharply with a tall, firm, and very solid object wrapped in thick dark cloth. The Persian Prince doesn't get a chance to look up when a huge, strong hand grasps him by the collar and pulls him roughly to his feet.]

Satisfy your curiosity?

[It is a cold, fierce voice. Javert stares severely down at Dastan. What an irritation! His grip on the prince is solid, firm, and unwavering.]

You are too much. Haven't arrived more than half an hour ago and here you are. I should have expected! Have your comrades returned, as well?

[hides_thedagger]

Get your hands off me!

[The command comes out automatically out of Dastan's mouth, even before he can realize who's hands are on his collar: no one handle a Persian Prince like this. He pulls back, but the firm grasp doesn't budge and he promptly glares at whoever is thinking he can grab him.

While the cold, well known voice should have made him calm down slightly, the Prince visibly tenses and tries to get Javert's hand off his collar, the glare still in place]

I was making sure no one wounded were left behind.

[Would the Persian had not been this exhausted, this moved by the fact that he had nearly got stuck in the castle, he would have remembered that arguing with the Inspector does nothing good. But being manhandled fuels his anger toward the man cloaked in black and the warrior is already seething

[punchesbards]

[ By the time the Inspector had showed up, Ezio was nestled in the piles of stone along the fallen castle walls, and he had only stopped there when he heard Dastan yelling. and the somewhat familiar, stern voice of the inspector. He pressed back against the stone, his heart stopping the moment he looked around and spotted the Prince being snatched up. No.No.No.No. NO! this wasn't happening. He shifted, knocking down a few stones that would more than likely give away his position, but he needed to go and help. he couldn't just leave his brother behind.

Then he remembered the warning he had gotten, and all the warnings before that from Altair and Malik about Javert. It took everything in him now to spin on his heel and continue the way he had been. He could hear the approaching police officers clearly, and he knew that if he lingered he would be caught. So he vanished, using the fallen building to his advantage. Don't think he wasn't going to try and follow somehow though. ]

[chose_death]

You fool. You can't make an idiot of me!

[The deep wrinkle between Javert's brows contracts, and just when he is about to bite out a dry response to the young Prince, there is the rattle and clatter of a shifting stone. Javert's head snaps up, his eyes following the bouncing stone until it settles on the sand several yards away. Without issuing any verbal orders, he catches the attention of the leader of the approaching band of police officers and points to a large outcropping of stone along the castle walls.

Investigate over there, in other words. He smells a rat.

The Inspector's hardened gaze returns to Dastan. He growls out of the corner of his mouth,]

Follow me!

[Do you know where you're headed, Dastan? You're headed to one of those lovely police cars parked near the road.]