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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.]

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[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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_{[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?

[When she sighs, it's weary down to her bone; not because of him, but because of everything that thinking about home does to her.]

We fight for our lives damn near constantly at home. First, against a man who killed people for what they had, made himself out to be a Good Guy to people willing to buy into it just for the illusion of safety. Then it was cannibals. Literally. Now it's a man who has me and my entire family bound and on our knees, going down the line to pick one of us for a random execution. Just to prove he's in charge.

[So, there it is Anders. The short, abbreviated version of the shit she's gone through.]

_{[Is she sure she's not from Thedas? Constantly fighting for your life sure rings true for Thedas, but that's a joke he keeps to himself. In the end, it's more sad than funny that a whole multitude of worlds exist out there, but so many of them seem just as unforgiving as the one he knows.

At mention of cannibals, he makes a face from where he's propped his chin in his hand.]}

Cannibals? Really?

_{[It only gets worse. By the time she's finished describing the situation she'd been in, Anders has lifted his head again with a grim focus.]}

That's what you left behind?

_[Maker.]

THat's what I left. Closed my eyes so I wouldn't see who he picked, opened them up, I was here Could be me, don't even know.

[She drinks, a lot until it burns, then goes back to elaborate on the cannibalism.]

There's no food anymore. 'less you hit jackpot on a place that hasn't been ransacked. Or you find an untouched farm.

_{[A sober note of compassion enters his voice.]}

I'm sorry you've had to be on the receiving end of someone else's cruelty. That's a bastard that'll die bloody if the universe has any justice in it.

_{[As she says, it could be her, yes, or maybe in a strange way Wonderland's powers had done her a favor in saving her from living that moment. That said, is it really a mercy to not know what's happened or might happen?

Anders... doesn't have an answer for that.]}

Does that have something to do with the "walkers" you mentioned?

Yeah, sorry. More common term around here is 'zombies.'

[She rubs a hand over her face, taking a deep breath.]

They've come around here a couple times. Not the exact type from my world but close enough.

Zombies? You mean like those monsters during that period of time when spores invaded the mansion? I heard some people refer to those things by that name.

_{[If they're remotely the same, ew.]}

They're a big problem in your world?

No spores on mine. The dead come back, but they only infect if they bite or scratch you. Problem was...no one knew what was happening at first. People just started getting sick, and then they started dying. Sickness was spreading faster than anyone could figure it out, then those dead people started coming back. Happened so fast, the military completely fell apart.

[Not before they nuked Atlanta though.]

We're all infected. Everyone where I'm from. Once you die, no matter how, you come back. Virus is already in us.

We have undead shambling around, but they're not infectious. Not like what you're describing.

_{[The more he hears of Michonne's world, the more disquieted he becomes. The darkspawn had razed Ferelden in their time above ground, but that had been a single kingdom and they'd been stopped in the end.

Anders looks a little green to think about what would happen to the people if the armies fell completely.]}

What's causing the sickness? Do you know?

Things is, no one's actively sick anymore. And no, no one knows what caused the initial sickness. Anyone who did or might have been able to find out is dead. Anyone who didn't get sick and die, has that virus inside of them. It's what makes you turn when you die. From old age, an accident, infection. Anything.

[A never ending cycle of people who have the potential to become walkers.]

When a corpse comes back to life, it's because a spirit decided to inhabit the body and take it for a joyride. At least that's how it usually works at home.

_{[Anders has a stronger background in curses and hexes than he does in diseases; the nearest thing he can equate this to is spirit possession or a spell that activates after death. It's disturbing to think you could be primed to become undead because of some trigger in your blood before you're even properly dead.

This calls for another drink. He pours for the both of them, shaking his head in disbelief.]}

Is there any way to stop them? Cure this virus? When I was healing you, I didn't get any indication there was something amiss.

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