[Kevas is in the middle of his daily training when he reaches the green. Nothing quite keeps your mind of things like working till you drop. Of course he's quickly distracted once he sees as certain redhead wandering around.]
[The voice strikes a chord in her memory, such as it is. Comfort, anxiety, devotion, exasperation, and in the middle of it a grinning green man with tusks poking out under his elongated nose.
It's not the important thing that she's lost -- she can tell -- but it's an anchor. Maybe 'Nel' is her name.]
[She just looks at him, standing awkwardly in her bloodstained tunic, sash, and breeches. The front of the material over her chest is still ripped. She may not remember what happened, but she knows something did.
Even without most of her memory, she can pull off that desert-dry drawl.]
No, waking up smelling like blood is something I do often. Is Nel my name?
[Now, she has no idea she's capable of runology in the first place, so naturally Nel isn't aware that she can reach out to feel with her senses. Duran catches her completely off-guard.
Muscle memory is a different matter. Nel spins on one heel and comes to rest again in a stance poised for fight or flight.]
[Wow uh hi there guy, not too preoccupied with personal bubbles, huh?
Nel considers taking a very large step away as he approaches, deciding against it for the time being. Predator, her instincts hiss. She is inclined to agree.]
[It must just be Nel's lucky day. Because the most helpful individual in the entire Castle has just decided to grace the green with his presence. This round of punishments were pretty unexciting. Nothing to care about.]
[... So why he's out here now is anybody's guess. Unfortunately for the poor woman, Sunstreaker's spotted her.]
[For now, though, he just watches her, scowling as he tries to figure out what in the world she's doing.]
[BOY OH BOY IT'S LIKE EVERY DOUCHE IN THE KEEP IS TURNING OUT ON THE GREEN hi Sunstreaker. You dashing robot, you.
Nel just looks at him like she's never seen a mobile collection of metal boxes, which, to be fair, she hasn't. She takes a hesitant peek over her shoulder, calculating how fast she can run from there to the castle walls.]
[He catches that look, spreading his hands as if to ask her what she thinks she's staring at. Not that he can really blame her. He is good to look at.]
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Nel!
[He's making a beeline right for her.]
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It's not the important thing that she's lost -- she can tell -- but it's an anchor. Maybe 'Nel' is her name.]
Nel?
[She's so hesitant.]
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Nel are you alright?
[Kind of a dumb thing to ask someone who just died but, something isn't right here.]
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Even without most of her memory, she can pull off that desert-dry drawl.]
No, waking up smelling like blood is something I do often. Is Nel my name?
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Muscle memory is a different matter. Nel spins on one heel and comes to rest again in a stance poised for fight or flight.]
Is this your territory?
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You could say that. Your name. What is it?
[He knows already, but consider him curious as to how much she can recall.]
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Nel considers taking a very large step away as he approaches, deciding against it for the time being. Predator, her instincts hiss. She is inclined to agree.]
Nel. Seeing as I told you mine. . .
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[... So why he's out here now is anybody's guess. Unfortunately for the poor woman, Sunstreaker's spotted her.]
[For now, though, he just watches her, scowling as he tries to figure out what in the world she's doing.]
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Nel just looks at him like she's never seen a mobile collection of metal boxes, which, to be fair, she hasn't. She takes a hesitant peek over her shoulder, calculating how fast she can run from there to the castle walls.]
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[He catches that look, spreading his hands as if to ask her what she thinks she's staring at. Not that he can really blame her. He is good to look at.]
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Nel takes a large step away, hoping it will discourage him from coming closer.]
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