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Who: Michonne and YOU
Where: around the mansion
When: June 1
Rating: ~~PG-13 maybe? Probably?~~ Or R, ~~we just don't know.~~ WE NOW KNOW.
Summary: Michonne left for a canon update and is back just in time to not be IT.
The Story:

main entrance/foyer/whatever it's called

[She's going to kill Negan. The same way she killed the Governor, she's going to take her katana and run it straight through his heart. And if he kills her first with that fucking bat, she knows Rick will kill him. Bound with her hands behind her back, she subtly glances down the line of all of them on their knees, feeling rage seize in her gut when Negan gets close to Carl. Clenching her jaw, she listens to him go on and on, and she knows, one look at Rick and she knows, someone's going to die. This isn't a joke, this isn't an idle threat. One of them is about to meet the end of a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

The rage fades to fear, something she hasn't felt since Carl was shot in the face, and she's shaking as Negan counts them down, using a child's rhyme to taunt them all. When he points at her with the bat, Michonne looks at him defiantly, but as he picks she closes her eyes, squeezes them shut for a moment, too afraid to see who it is before needing to know. But then she's on her knees in Wonderland, inside the mansion. She knows exactly where she is, and air leaves her lungs in a loud, guttural cry as she pitches forward, hands still tied behind her back, a sob wracking her frame with her forehead touching the ground. Someone's about to die and she's back here. Safe.

Pulling herself together she clumsily stands, taking a deep breath and looking around. One of her locs has been crudely cut from her head, but aside from that (and her restrained hands), she looks about the same as she did when she left. She just needs a little help with the ropes.]

video message sent from the bar (action optional)

[She doesn't go back to her room just yet, instead she goes where she knows people will be, people she can surround herself with and know she's safe. She settles in with tequila, starting a video message. It's recording for a good minute before she finds her words.]

I left. That's the second time it's happened in less than a year. But, I'm back now, and as per usual, nothing good happened, so. You need me, I'm in the bar.

[She wants to see the people she calls friends, family. Right now though, she just can't make it room to room.]

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_{[A morning of trying to coax a stubborn kitten into using the litter box results in kitty litter sprayed all over the floor and a cut on the bottom of Anders' foot when he accidentally steps on some wrong in bare feet. Ugh.

Do you know how hard it is to clean that stuff up after it gets into every conceivable crack and crevice? Surfing the network is his way of taking a break from the mayhem, and soon enough Michonne's video catches his eye.

Device in hand, Anders considers replying... then thinks better of it. He can take his breather in the bar as well as anywhere else, hence how Michonne comes to have a mage waltz into the bar and hop onto a seat beside her soon after, with only a moment's glance around the room to find her.]}

I saw your message! I've taken it upon myself to come and be the good news angel on your shoulder. You already seem to have bad news covered.

_{[And he's wearing feathers on his pauldrons--it's an appropriate image! Let's forget the fact he doesn't have an angelic bone in his body.]}

[She honestly would laugh if her nose wasn't (probably) broken and she wasn't already well on her way to drunk. But he still gets a look of something close to amusement.]

So. What's the good news?

_{[Maybe it'd be better if Michonne didn't find a speck of humor in the situation and try to laugh. It looks like laughing would be painful right about now--painful and probably a little too close to crying.

Taking this all in on his first glance, Anders hardly pauses before plunging ahead, shifting into a comfortable perch like he'd always meant to be there and Michonne's message had merely been fortuitous timing.]}

The good news is... _{[A furtive glance around, then Anders is leaning his long torso over the bar to take an empty glass for himself.]} You don't have to drink alone.

_[Tada!]

I could also do something about...

_{[Anders gestures to--well, all of her. All her bumps and bruises, bloody nose included.]}

[He's trying, and he's here, so that's all that matters, really. She'll appreciate the hell out of this later.

Looking at him when he vaguely offers to help, she pauses, watching him for a second.]

Do something? Like what?

I'll try some of what you're having. Is it any good?

_{[He doesn't wait for an answer before tipping a small amount of her bottle into his glass--his guess is she'd gone for whatever would burn the memory of her visit home out of her mind the fastest. He sloshes it around, looking at it curiously. They don't have tequila in Thedas.

Ah, but back to the other thing--]}

I'm a healer. When you get into as many fights as my group does, you need one. _{[Gaze back on her face, he smiles, not unsympathetically.]} You look like you recently stepped out of something that got nasty.

Gets you drunk fast. Good enough for me right now.

[So, he's definitely not wrong.]

Most of it I got here in the last hour. [She thinks of Regina's magic, then nods at Anders. She's not unused to the idea, anyway, or adverse to it, not like she would have been a year and a half ago.]

It'd be appreciated. Long as there's no weird side effects.

Good point.

_{[One of them ought to stay clear-headed in the event that Michonne tips over off of her bar stool. That privilege is his, something that doesn't need to be acknowledged out loud, but he still tips the glass back without hesitation. He can handle his liquor. In moderation.

Using magic on an unconsenting person had been a big no-no back home, perhaps the biggest; he lets her think that one over while he fights the burn from the tequila. He's happy to help, but if she doesn't feel right about it, he wouldn't try to bully someone into accepting even something as innocuous as healing magic if they weren't sure about it. She's had enough magic used against her already just being back here.]}

No, no weird side effects. I save the warts for people who get on my bad side. _{[Is he serious? You never know.]} I could do it right here if you're comfortable with it.

Leave that warts idea on the table for future reference.

[She takes a shot of tequila and since her face throbs after, she nods at Anders, turning to face him better. She doesn't care quite enough to feel like they need to go somewhere else.]

Do whatever you need to do. Should I....stand?

[No clue how this works, so she'll go with whatever. And, if she knew his thoughts about being her sober pal for the evening and his ideas about consent, she'd be very, very appreciative.]

That I can do.

_{[Michonne had let him crash her potluck once--she's earned a "redeem for a plague of warts on the enemy of your choosing" voucher.

If she's comfortable where she is, then she needn't do anything more except relax and recover her strength. He can do all the hard parts--he has a feeling it'll be nothing compared to whatever she's been through. Anders stands before she can, touching her shoulder to let her know he's got it covered. Michonne can handle the booze, he'll handle this.]}

You're fine where you are. It shouldn't be a complicated fix so long as I know what I'm dealing with. Any other injuries I should know about before we start?

[Even as distressed as she is, Michonne is still deeply interested in this, in what his magic is like.]

No, just my face. You can grow that piece of my hair back he cut off, though if you want.

[She's joking as she gestures to the spot where her missing loc is.]

_{[Ah, the woes of long-haired people.]}

The hair might be beyond my skill set, unfortunately, but we could figure out a way to... artfully tie it back?

_{[He's had his hair singed once or twice; he's learned the art of the carefully arranged ponytail.]}

But I'm good for the rest with a money back guarantee. It might feel strange your first time, but that's just the magic setting your body to rights and replenishing your strength. No warts or rashes, I assure you. _{[He rubs his hands together, though the warm up is largely unnecessary, more a gesture to show he's ready to begin]} Now comes the fun part.

_{[He spreads his palms out, a conduit for the energy that manifests in the space between he and Michonne like a wispy, blue-white cloud threaded with sparks of pure power. He directs the flow at her where it focuses in on where its most needed, the feel of it like a cool breath of air that leaves only the warmth of healing and knit flesh in its wake.]}

Hair's the least important, I guess.

[Said with a little smirk.

As he begins to use the magic, she watches the wisps and tries not to tense - nothing is hurting her, in fact the pain is lessening, and it's an odd feeling, to be so aware of things healing all at once rather over time. She's still as a statue, not sure how long it will take, but completely in awe of what's happening, nonetheless.]

_{[By the time the glow dims and Anders lets his hold on the magic go, Michonne's nicks and bruises will be gone and her energy restored. Bloodstains will remain, but they and the missing section of her hair will be the only physical reminders of her long day outrunning Negan.]}

How is that?

_{[He lowers his hands, eyeing his work in case he'd missed something.]}

[She blinks slowly and feels like she just had the best sleep of her life, running a hand over her nose, finding it not sore or tender at all, no hint of what happened.]

Shit. That's amazing.

[So amazing that she's completely forgotten what the fuck happened to her to need the healing in the first place - at least for the moment.]

That something you can just...do? Or you have to learn it, like a trade?

No offense, but you look like you needed it.

_{[He sits again, resting his heel on one of the stool's rungs. He's smiling, though.

Even here, even a million miles away from Thedas and Ferelden and normal life, it's a good feeling to be able to good work. Magic like Wonderland's, the kind that's only used for overindulgence and holding them captive, leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]}

You really want to know? Long story short, people like me have the potential to learn, but it takes years of study to master. The technical term for what I did is spirit healing. I get dragged onto the sidelines of fights a lot, as you can imagine.

_{[That's a lie; he's usually in the middle of fights, the same as his friends. But it's still true that his spirit healing often nominates him for dangerous assignments.]}

I do want to know. Because knowing about you keeps me from having to think about my shit right now.

[So, she listens, a little impressed by the end.]

Huh. Interesting. So are there doctors where you're from, or just...spiritual healers?

Then you're welcome to my shit. There's plenty to go around.

_{[The corner of his lips visible to her kicks up, impish and humored. Whether you want to define it as a colorful life or a shitty life, he has it. He's lived it.

And he understands needing distractions. Most of his shitty, colorful life is built on the back of wanting to think about anything except what matters.]}

There are both! Not everyone is born with magic as I am, and many people fear its use. Plus, you can't have too many people treating strange rashes.

[Michonne lets herself snicker a little, before she rolls her neck and lets herself feel better than she has in a damn long time, taking another shot while she's at it.]

That's some power I'd learn to love. Just healing everybody I could. You get a lot of use out of it here?

[She's betting so, since this place can go tits up pretty damn fast. But then again, maybe not. She knows of at least one other person who can use magic to heal people, maybe three if ~~Zelena~~ she wasn't such a bitch.]

Spirit healing has its uses, and healing physical damage is just one small part of what magic is capable of.

_{[There are very few things Anders lets himself be honest about in front of people he doesn't know well, but his pride for magic is one of them. It isn't inherently destructive as the Chantry would have one believe--it's capable of so much, including small things, like curing a busted nose so a woman doesn't have to sit at the bar in pain.

It's just unfortunate that she'd needed healing at all. It must have been a rough trip back home.]}

Some, given how unfriendly Wonderland can get when its having a tantrum, but not as much as you might think. I suspect that has to do with the different kinds of healers we have. Maybe that's why we're here--for the ten different ways we can cure boils.

[She lets out a huff of a laugh and rubs the back of her neck a little, even though there's not so much as a little ache there anymore.]

My friend Regina has magic. Don't know if she can do that, exactly. Seems like different people's magic is capable of doing different things. In other words, not all magic is created equal. Right?

Does she? She must be a mage. That's what she'd be called where I'm from. Or a witch, or a hedge mage depending on where her allegiances lie.

_{[If they lie with the greater good, then she falls under the safe, accepted, anonymous umbrella term of "mage," or at least that's how the Chantry would tell it. If they lie with herself, that's when the more derogatory names start to stick.

Not at all magic is created equal, and the same could be said for mages.]}

I think you're right about that. Wonderland has a way of opening your eyes to new possibilities. What about your world? Is magic not as prevalent there?

No, not at all. No magic. So this was all pretty damn hard to believe for a while. Coming right in the middle of an event, that helped. I got here and there were uh...[What'd they call them?] ...Titans destroying the place. You here for that? It was enough to make me realize I was a long way from home.

No magic at all? _{[By the look on his face, that's damn hard for him to believe.]} I can't even begin to think what a world without magic would be like. It must be difficult.

_{[Anders hadn't been around for the titans, in fact, and his eyebrows lift to hear of them.]}

... Titans? I must have missed that. Sounds like someone else's world could use some improvements.

Guess you don't know what you don't know. Now that I know about magic, having it would make my world easier. Especially now.

[Well, depending on who had it. Just like anything else; good people do good with power, bad people, well. They all knew.]

Lot of people's worlds could use some improvements.

[Said with a smirk.]

_{[Especially now. The way she says that with a half-empty bottle next to her has him frowning internally. The shadows that still linger in her eyes--the kind of injuries no amount of spirit healing in the world can cure--tell him their own story.]}

Yours included? Is that how you ended up back here looking like you went a couple of rounds with a bear?

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