15 - Video [Backdated to the morning of the 4th]

[3wayforjustice]

[Mornin' Keep. How are you all feeling today? Probably better than this guy.]

[Video shows him in his room, actually in bed for a change, and propped up on his folded coat. He looks... about as pale as paper, but there's an almost unnatural brightness to his eyes. Almost like a fever. That's hat happens when you chug lyrium potions after

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[sacredbrand]

[WHAT UP, amnesiac post-death spy slinking around outside his cell without a clue in the world that it's occupied at all.

Or why she has sheaths for weapons, but they're empty. Or why there are gaps in her knowledge of her surroundings, but everything is so damned familiar it makes her ache.]

[3wayforjustice]

[And that's when we sense a disturbance in the force.]

[Or because the door is slightly ajar.]

... Is someone there?

[sacredbrand]

[Nel stops, dressed in the now-imprudent chimera-themed gear from the party days ago. She looks considerably less unimposing than usual, with the photorealistic horns spiraling from a dark hood and the animated dragon's tail twitching above her rear end.

The goat skull on her left shoulder isn't a fake construct, either.]

Yes?

[3wayforjustice]

[That was not at all what he expected.]

[And as a result, it has him launching the nearest throw-able object at her, in order to scare whatever that is off long enough to get his staff.]

[Said object happens to be a boot.]

[sacredbrand]

[Muscle memory takes over.

Nel dips backward in a deep bend that would be unnatural on anyone not instructed as she is, switching her weight from foot to hand and whipping her legs overhead to land in a ready crouch.

Once that's all said and done, though, she stares at Anders like he's started sprouting a plague. He may notice that this woman is a tiny thing, if agile. The hood slips off her head from the quick action, as do the horns. The red hair beneath is blatantly hornless.]

[3wayforjustice]

[He's sort of half-dragged himself out of bed -- incidentally wearing little but pants and some bandages -- with one hand on the staff before the lack of real horns occurs to him.]

[Oh. Whoops.]

Why -- Why are you still wearing that?

[sacredbrand]

'Still'?

[Her chin ducks from him, a quizzical gleam in the queer purple of her eyes. Nel watches the staff, too, but mostly him. In all his pants-wearing, bandaged glory.]

I woke up in it.

[Leery of strangers that throw things at her, she's reluctant to say she doesn't remember anything that came before.]

[3wayforjustice]

From the party. If you could even call it that.

[No, he's not setting the staff down -- although now it's more because it's holding him upright than because he wants to fling magic at her.]

[He... raises an eyebrow.]

I see you had fun, then. At least someone did.

[She must have just passed out or something and forgotten to take it off.]

[sacredbrand]

[Nel isn't so certain.]

There's blood on the inside of the collar.

[She stands up, not exactly striking an imposing figure at her height. She turns the collar inside out to show him, as if he can tell her 'why'.]

[3wayforjustice]

Blood?

[Don't mind him, he's just going to sit back down to avoid the inevitable spinning of the room from standing up too long.]

Come here. Let me have a look.

[sacredbrand]

[Is it good manners to sit down if somebody else does? She can't remember, but she hesitates, fixing him with a wary eye.]

Are you going to throw anything at me?

[3wayforjustice]

[He makes a face, and rubs his hand over the bridge of his nose.]

No... I'm not. You startled me earlier. I... may be a little on edge. I just want to see if you're injured.

[sacredbrand]

[Had she possessed full control over her abilities, she might have been able to tell if he's lying. Had she been running at full capacity, however, she wouldn't need an examination in the first place.

Nel goes with her gut instinct, edging closer to him and then kneeling. She turns her head to let him do as he must.]

[3wayforjustice]

[Fortunately for Nel, he's being truthful.]

[Once she kneels, he sits forward, peeling her collar back and carefully probing at the skin there. Nothing is obviously cut, or scraped, but it can't hurt to check.]

You look... fine. Not so much as a scratch.

[sacredbrand]

I thought as much.

[Nel rocks back onto her heels, frowning. It's a bit distressing to find blood on one's person and not know where it came from. Did it belong to the person who was wearing the costume before her? If so, why couldn't she remember? What had happened?]

I-- can't recall if it was there when I put it on.

[Even with amnesia, she picks her words carefully.]

[3wayforjustice]

[He shakes his head. He'd say she might have gotten into a fight, but she doesn't show any signs of that. And there's not enough blood for her to have been assisting one of the wounded...]

From the looks of you, it must have been.