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[tothethief]

[The video starts abruptly, fuzzing in off-center on a man's face. The details are pretty common--Caucasian skin, sharp nose, mouth downturned in a frown, a five o'clock shadow that's creeping well on towards six or seven o'clock--but the one eye that's visible is startling, all glowing red iris on black sclera. The camera's angle is realigned a

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permavid.

[spadassin]

[Eyebrows raised, green, cat-slit eyes turned up at the corners by her smile. Slight Scottish accent.]

There's a familiar face.

permavid 'tis!

[tothethief]

[This is what Remy's face looks like when he's experiencing a complete lack of recognition and trying valiantly to hide it. Mostly he ends up looking sheepish.]

C'est vrai? You know, I say de same t'ing t'myself every mornin'.

[spadassin]

[Oh, well. That's kind of obvious. Her smile lessens a bit, and she nods.]

You don't remember. Well. My name is Scathach. I knew you when you were here... before.

[tothethief]

[More sheepishness! And an expression like he kind of has a feeling he's going to get her reaction a lot in the next few days.]

Desole. Ain't somet'in' I'm used to, if dat's somet'in' like a condolence. Nice t'meetcha. Again.

...Lord dis place is gon' make my head hurt.

[spadassin]

[He probably will.]

It has a habit of doing this. Taking someone away and bringing them back sans memories, I mean. It's relatively normal.

[tothethief]

Sapristi, dat's normal f'you folks? Dat's 'lmost as bad as de X-Life.

[spadassin]

Believe me, stranger things have happened.