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Who: Clint Barton and YOU!
What: Exploring the castle during his Loss
When: All day of the 4th
Where: Anywhere you want to encounter him.
Rating: PG-13

It's been a few days, and Clint is getting restless.

He has the strong feeling that the him with memories wouldn't sit around the clinic moping, so he's up, pulling his socks and shoes on and grabbing his jacket. A little wander around the castle won't hurt, right? Get his bearings?

Hell, maybe it'll trigger a recall...

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The Castle was still full of awkward run ins after that whole family thing, though Vanyel was thankful that he did not seem to have quiet so many awkward moments as others. It made his stay in the Castle easier, and meant he did not feel the need to hide about for fear of reliving odd memories.

He was currently snacking on a sweet roll, padding through the halls in his indoor soft-boots, a book open detailing the chronicled history of one Elvis Presley, and he was not doing a very good job of watching where he was going, especially when he rounded corners...

Clint is busy wandering the halls, too, and, normally, he would be keeping an eye out...

Only, this time, he was busy staring at the ceiling and doors as he rounds the corner, running right into Vanyel and nearly falling back over. One would almost think that he was accident-prone.

It happens to the best of them. If you could see the number of scars dancing across Vanyel's body, you might think the same.

"Oh, I am so sorry, that was entirely my fault," he said, sitting up quickly and getting to his feet to help the other, blinking when he saw Clint. "Clint?"

Clint managed to keep his balance, so makes a dismissive gesture at being offered help.

"I'm fine, I wasn't paying--" And then the man says the name people say he's called. "...You know me?"

"Ah, to a degree," Vanyel nodded. "I suppose this might be the first time we have met in the flesh - well, human flesh. Last time you met me I was stuck as a peacock."

It had been a somewhat traumatic experience in Vanyel's life, but thankfully not the most. Clint had been a help to him and he enjoyed the man's company.

"My name is Vanyel Ashkevron."

"Uh..."

And Clint moves to rub the back of his head a bit awkwardly. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember. I can't remember... Well, anything, really."

_{[That caused the mage's brows to draw together.]}

Nothing?

_{[His hands clenched at his sides.]}

The castle's doing, no doubt.

"That's what everyone's saying."

He sighs.

"I'm walking around, see if anything can trigger them to come back."

"I would say I am a failure at that, unless you've remembered anything? I would offer to attempt to help you recover them through magic, but I am no mind healer," he shook his head.

"Sorry, but I think magic has messed with my head enough."

"I would say it has too," he nodded, and then sighed. "I wish I could do more for you, help you jostle memories lose. I can explain about the Castle again if you need it."

"No, I got the rundown. Magic castle, kidnapping, wishes. Still seems like some sorta dream to me." A sigh. "That's probably the amnesia, though."

He nodded, clapping his shoulder, like a soldier comforting a soldier. His friends in the army and his sister had taught him that.

"That's the gist of it, yes. From what the healers have said before, I would not try and rush them back, for your own sake," he cautioned. "Did you need to help finding a place though? I imagine the layout must be a bit confusing."

"I've suffered my fair share of head injuries in my time. I remember who I am and where I come from, that's good enough."

And Clint smiles at the offer. "Thanks, but I'm scoping the place out myself. If I have any questions though...

Uh. If that's okay, I mean."

"No, by all means. You might not remember, but I remember you helping me when a mischievous child decided to pain my peacock feathers. I figure answering a few questions here and there is fair enough recompense." He grinned at him - well, not grin, Vanyel did not grin, but he smiled.

"Peacock feathers?" There's a frown right here.

"Ah, yes, well, remember how I said we had met before but I was a peacock? For a week, the castle turned me into a peacock," he informed him. "I got paint on my tail feathers, and you helped bathe them to get it off."

Just kinda gonna stare for a moment. Turned into a peacock?

"This sorta stuff happen often?"

"Apparently, more than anyone is really comfortable with, but yes, it does," he nodded. "It was not... terrible, but I felt myself become disturbingly comfortable with being a bird the longer I remained one."

Clint doesn't look happy with this. Not happy at all. He frowns slightly. "That sounds... weird. Very weird... And this can happen at any time?"

"More or less, so far as I am aware. There is a permanent one, but the ones that turn us into animals and other such things are temporary, usually lasting a week," he shrugged, not having to much information to give beyond that.

"Permanent? You lose something permanently by being here?"

"Yes. Mine is my Bardic talent - I cannot sing, compose, or play any music." He shrugged, even though it pained him to admit that. "For some people it is memories or another skill or an item. It varies person to person."

"Guess it'd be better if I knew who I was to figure out what this loss is."

"Uh, I believe you called yourself Clint, last we met," Vanyel supplied.

"Yeah, that's what everyone's told me." He sighs. "I just... hope I remember stuff soon."

She was out and about herself, poking her nose in all the nooks in crannies, going over Wes' tour in her mind and just boggling at the sheer size of this place. Trying not to look too much like some rube tourist, she meandered around, ogling at anyone she passed that looked less than human. And she was still waiting for a chair or something to start talking to her...

Up ahead? A guy wandering the halls as well. Best to put on a smile and hope he was one of the friendlier types.

They're walking in opposite directions, Clint taking the time, every few steps, to look around and get a better view of his surroundings. He found he was noticing things, details, flaws in the architecture and the like...

As he moves to walk past Kenzi, he returns the smile and a nod. He figures if they know him, they'll stop and ask what's wrong. If not? Likely let him continue on his little walk.

Nope, sorry, Clint. She's not the slightest bit familiar with you. So she'll just give him a 'don't hate me, I'm cute' smile, and slip past him.

Aaaand as she walks past, Clint's going to take a good look at her. Not in a checking out kinda way...

...But it can easily be confused as such.

Aware of her surroundings as she was, she noticed him turning as she walked past, and she turned back to give him a pair of lifted brows.

"Can I help you, or did you mistake my ass for a map?"

Oh, god. Caught. Yep, one flustered hawk coming right up.

"Hm? Oh. God, no. I wasn't staring at-- I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry you got busted?" She might have been biting back a smirk. Hard not to, when he was looking like he'd literally been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I--" Crap, crap, crap. Why the hell did he get caught?!

"This really isn't how it looks, miss."

Her arms folded and she gave him a raised brow. "By all means, feel free to clarify."

This was fun.

"I, uh... Well, I..."

Yep. No way to fix this.

"I think it'd be better if we just... ended this conversation and moved on, huh?"

"I don't know. Are you going to get another look if I turn and walk away?"

The fluster was hard not to laugh at, and she really hoped he didn't do anything worse, or she wasn't going to be able to keep a straight face.

"I'll walk away first." Seems reasonable, right?

Oh god, he was taking this so seriously. A snicker slipped through.

...She was laughing at him. Initiate lineface.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

And more laughs.

"No, seriously, what's so funny?"

Not impressed, Kenzi.

"The look on your face. You look like you got caught with mirrors on your shoes after going up to all the girls with skirts."

"Doing what now?" Yep, that analogy is lost on him, Kenzi. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

She just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Never mind, Romeo. You go on about your day and I'll continue on un-ogled."

"...Right." Yeah, that's lost on him, too. So... he's just going to spin on his heel and walk on off.

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