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[what_he_needs]

[It was an accident. Entirely the fault of the small, green eyed kitten that Wonderland had gifted him via his brother. He was not usually so careless, but he had become lax in his behaviors, and less than diligent when it came to his communication device. His pet had played with the device, turning it on. The feed records and broadcasts for hours.

Around three a.m. Saturday morning, Wonderland will be blessed cursed with a startling vision displayed across their devices. Wings out, stretching them, Michael walks past the screen. He's not dressed, but, fortunately, the screen was angled just right that only from his abdomen up will be visible. He sits in the middle of his room - now the top of his head can be seen - legs folded under him, and begins to meditate.

An hour passes.

Then three more.

He remains still the entire time, eyes closed and focused.

Twenty minutes longer, and the feed cuts out; the cat, aptly named Cat, hits the button again and turns off the device.

When the feed begins again, Michael is dressed, and is standing by the window, looking out. He does this, then sits again and meditates another hour without much movement before deciding to sit on the edge of his bed and begin to whittle. It's a hobby, random in nature, that he'd taken up to pass the time. He has a small collection of carvings piled up on a table in his room.

After another hour, wood shavings flying as he cuts into the soft block with a small knife, Michael looks up to see his cat playing with the device. He stands, and goes to pick it up. Sighing, and realizing it's recording, he turns it off.

Wonderland has just been subjected to the longest, and most dry, look into the daily habits of an archangel.]

Mass text sent out later that day;

I apologize for the video.

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[what_he_needs]

It's nice to meet you, Maxine.

But there is no need to apologize. I have found that there are many here in Wonderland that are skeptical when I say what I am.

[But, he'd not met very many who were unkind because of that. Most were accepting, or ignored that fact about him. Michael didn't mind because he knew everyone had to handle things in their own way.]

You'll encounter a lot of magic here.

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[abelmedic]

I've already seen some in use in the clinic. It's pretty amazing, honestly.

[Angels - Big Name Angels, if she remembers correctly - just seem like a different tier than magic. Magic she can at least kind of understand.]

So what does an angel do around here, anyway? Or was the video a pretty accurate representation?

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[what_he_needs]

I cannot speak for the other angels, but this is it for me. Mostly. I've never been one for socializing, but it's hard to avoid here.

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[abelmedic]

Oh? So what did you do before you came here?

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[what_he_needs]

That's a complicated story. Simply put, I tried to stop my brother from killing all the humans.

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[abelmedic]

[Well. Uh. That does sound suitably angelic, she guesses, but. Damn.]

Wow. That . . . sounds pretty epic.

Speaking as a human, thanks.

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[what_he_needs]

You're welcome.

[He would tell her that he wasn't doing so good a job, but that usually didn't sit well. He was trying, but he felt it almost a losing battle most days.]

What did you do before you came here?

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[abelmedic]

The same thing I'm doing now, being a doctor. A few years ago my world had a big epidemic that basically collapsed civilization, so I've been running medical for a survivor's settlement of a few hundred.

[That's the simplified version, at least. The very, very simplified version.]