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[compromisedarrow]

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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[compromisedarrow]

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?"

[peacockherald]

"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.

[compromisedarrow]

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

[peacockherald]

"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."

[compromisedarrow]

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

[peacockherald]

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

[compromisedarrow]

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