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I don't mind cooking dinner myself, but catching-- that was more of my dad's thing.

[She smiles grimly. She can fish, even enjoys it, but gutting and cleaning them to get the finished product? No thanks.]

Huh-- you were there when it moved? What did it feel like?

Like I blinked, and then I was here. Didn't actually feel like anything. But now that I think about it, I feel pretty damn lucky all of me wound up...still together.

[She could have been shifted around in parts for all she knows.]

Yeah, you probably lucked out on that one.

[Considering the dining room looks like it might be missing a few pieces itself, though she can't be sure from here.]

Magic is unpredictable-- if you're not hurt, I'd call that a win.

I'm new with the magic. I mean, getting her in general is one thing. I'm just figuring out about it existing other places. Far as I know it doesn't in mine.

Mine does-- plenty of it, but it's not like this. It's not everywhere like it is here-- it needs someone to practice it to make it work.

[Like a witch. She presses her lips together.]

Occasionally, it's useful, but most of the time it's bad news. Witches are always more trouble than anything else.

Yeah. Guess they are to me, too. Here, anyway.

[She always thought when she died it'd be self-inflicted so that she wouldn't become or walker, or she'd be torn apart. But a witch with a hateful attitude about her sister How the hell did that even happen?]

I've only met one person with it here so far that's terrible. Rest are okay.

Yeah? Who's that?

[She's curious-- if there's a known dangerous magic user hanging around, maybe even one she doesn't already have a hunch about, being aware could only be a good thing.]

I mean, I don't doubt it, but maybe you've seen something I haven't-- or we could swap notes.

[Even as she says it, she sounds a little weary, like she can't believe this is her life. Because honestly, she can't. Zombies were easier. Zombies are predictable. Zelena is crazy as fuck.]

Wicked Witch of the West. Also goes by 'Zelena.' Lives on the eighth floor.

[As far as she's concerned, everyone should stay the hell away.]

[She resists the urge to groan.]

I forgot we have two of those, although Elphaba's not so wicked if you ask me.

[She only knows either of them by reputation, but Elphaba has been nothing but well-behaved since turning up.]

I'll make a mental note to avoid that one, thanks. [But also to be wary.] Magic does crazy things to people sometimes.

Someone told me about the other one, haven't met her though. As long as she doesn't kill me too, we're good.

[Shaking her head a little, Michonne can't help but let out a breath.]

I'm still gettin' used to that part.

[They've already established it's new for her, so she won't get back into it.]

Things may not be great where I'm from, but at least no one can change things up with magic.

She killed you?

[Shit.]

I'm sorry.

[She might have gone through that recently, herself.]

Yeah, I've-- never really counted on magic to do anything good. Now and then, maybe, but for the most part, I've only ever seen it abused. Seen it hurt people. Magic might be what feeds us and keeps us reasonably comfortable in this place, but aside from that, I'd rather not touch it.

[It's not that it isn't a big deal, because having her heart ripped out and crushed was...well. Not pleasant. But she hasn't been dwelling on the fact that she died so much as the fact that she didn't come back as a walker, and that she could even come back at all.]

I want to understand it - at least to know what I'm up against at any given time. Not that it always helps, but what's that they say about knowing your enemy? I'm trying.

I can understand that.

[Generally, she would want to know, too. That's why they do so much damn research whenever they get a job back home, but here--

Researching any one kind of magic was a hell of a lot easier said than done.]

There are people here from the same world as her. One of them might be willing to explain a little more-- fore-warned is fore-armed and all that.

Yeah, I've been working with someone. Or at least, hoping to. I don't need to know all the finer points, just want to expect from this brand of crazy with magic.

[She doesn't generally assign the word 'crazy' to anyone, but for Zelena? It seems to apply.]

I hope it helps.

[Jo doesn't love the word, either, but in this case, she's sure it fits-- it often seems to go hand-in-hand with magic.]

If you find anything out and need a supernaturally-minded hand in prepping pre-emptive defenses, let me know? I do have some experience in that area.

What kind of supernatural experience?

[All she can think of is ghosts, honestly.]

Ghosts, demons, werewolves, zombies, witches-- all kinds of things.

[You name it, it probably exists where she comes from.]

I'd say handling that stuff is what I did for a living back home, but nobody pays hunters. Full-time job, though. Wouldn't have traded it for anything else.

Huh. Well. you'll be my number one source then.

[But she's curious, so.]

These things just...wander around to the point you have to hunt them?

[Curious is okay by Jo-- she doesn't mind talking about it when people are actually interested.]

Kind of. Hunters look for patterns-- deaths with unexplained causes, or methods that resemble a given creature's M.O. It can be tough, you have to look for the little things, but you learn what kind of clues to look for early on. If you don't, you've got no business being a hunter.

[Damn, okay, honestly that sounds interesting as hell, and it shows on her face.]

CSI: Monster Hunt?

[She gives a flash of a smile. But seriously:]

Sounds dangerous. One of those jobs people don't think about until their life is messed up and they need you.

Not a bad comparison-- especially since there's a lot of creative lying involved if you want people to talk to you about what's happening.

[Which means impersonating officers of the law from time to time.]

Generally, though, fewer sunglasses at night, more denim and plaid.

[Hunter chic. Just the way it works.]

You're not wrong, though. It's dangerous, but-- once you know about this kind of thing? About monsters, what they're capable of, the things that are out there while normal people go about their lives? It's hard to look the other way. Impossible, even-- for me, anyway. It's all I ever wanted to do. My dad was a hunter, so ever since I was little, I wanted to do the same thing he did.

[It all sounds damn admirable. Dangerous, risky as hell. But those are always the jobs that Michonne's admired most: people who run toward the shit while everyone else is running away.]

And that's gotta carry over here. Too much happens for it not to.

[At least she assumes.]

Good dress code, getting to do what you really love? Sounds like most people's dream job.

[You know, if your dream job involves monsters.]

I do what I can. I'm not the only hunter in town, but a couple of us try to spread around what we know to those who are interested in learning. Not every monster that comes through here is the version we're used to, but a lot of hunting is knowing how to play it by ear and adapt.

[You can't plan for every possible situation, but you can plan to be flexible.]

Well, it's mine, anyway, even if it's risky. I always thought it was worth it. Couldn't imagine doing anything else, not when I grew up knowin' about this stuff.

[Michonne nods as Jo speaks. Adapt and survive, or don't and die struggling. It's the only option back home.]

Some people want to run into danger, that's all they've ever wanted. Yours is just...different kind of danger.

[And looking at Jo, just having this conversation, Michonne's gut tells her she's right for the job, a good person, wants to help people. Maybe she's wrong, but she doesn't think so.]

Not wrong about that, either. Some people get a taste for it early and just can't stay away.

[There are hunters like that, too-- thrillseekers, people who do it for the rush instead of to help people, instead of because it's the right thing to do if you're capable of doing it in the first place.]

I've seen a lot of that. My mom ran a roadhouse back home, we saw all kinds of people come through-- hunters of every flavor, some of 'em just lookin' for the next kill to get their blood pumping. Everyone gets into the life for different reasons, though. Usually it's personal.

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