[closed] The Great Nerd Hunt

[altusimperius]

WHO: Abby, Benedict, Clarisse (always be concussed), and eventually Isaac
WHAT: using Chantry-sanctioned blood magic to track a pal, coming out of this discovery
WHEN: ehhhh early Drakonis (March)
WHERE: some fuckin swamp somewhere in Orlais
NOTES: getting you getting you getting you

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[wythersake]

Waare's halfway to some reply: I don't know, it doesn't matter, hurry up — but Isaac isn't listening.

What do they look like? Tall. dark hair, dark eyes; a particular breed of alarmed distaste. At once shocked to find the world, and certain to find it wanting.

"Benedict," Supplies some distant frame. Incongruous to then ask, "Who are you?"

Isaac drops the net, steps forward insistent. Curious. His nose has begun to bleed; stops again, before he's reached to wipe it clean.

(Isaac. The name must belong to this body. In Benedict's cloak, the phylactery blazes with answer.)

[laruetheday]

Clarisse comes up behind Benedict, panting, her boots heavy with about five layers of mud.

She stops short when she sees Isaac. It is Isaac... But nothing about this makes sense, to her—the location, the net, the look on his face, like he knows them but doesn't remember them at all. There's a single drip of blood on his upper lip.

"Whaaat the hell," Clarisse says under her breath. Then, super unhelpfully echoing Benedict, "Isaac?"

She'd been expecting something else, that's all. Like having to break him out of a Venatori holding cell. Like an "about time you showed up." Not... whatever this is.

[altusimperius]

Narrowing his eyes at Isaac, Benedict glances from him to the other and back again. The nosebleed has his hackles raised, but there's no reason to suspect foul play, not quite yet. Not of that kind.

"...Riftwatch?" he casts out, still squinting, "I train under you from time to time?" It's not impossible to believe there's still memory magic at play, but that it's lasted this long, and that Isaac is the one who doesn't remember, this is concerning.