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[vw_coyote]

[Mercy looks like hell. Her face is a riot of blacks and reds in the bruise covering one half of her face. There's a cast on her left arm, a wrist brace on her right. She hasn't been to work in a few days, and all her phone calls have gone unanswered.

So, she has to do what she hates to do: Ask for help publicly.

And, her body language flat out says she doesn't want to do this.]

I need a bit of help moving tomorrow.

[Because she's not staying in the same house where she got the shit beat out of her. It took her a month to go back into her garage after she'd been assaulted there, back home.]

I also will have a spare room available for rent. I have two requirements in a room mate: Women only and they have to be comfortable with two cats and two dogs around the house.

[A pause.]

Also, I'd prefer no magic users, but that point is negotiable.

[She clicks off the feed, barely keeping the grimace of pain from her face.]

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[vw_coyote]

[Mei lets out a questioning bark from somewhere in the house. Mercy's soft voice soothes the dog before she opens the door.

The bruises are worse up close. And it's a lot more obvious for the observant, that she's got broken ribs.]

Come on in. Don't mind the animals.

[The cats ignore him in their feline ways. Mei sniffs his feet.]

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[electricitytrick]

[Anders grins and pets the dog, although the cooing noises are reserved for the cats and his attempts to get them to look at him. He won't go out of his way to shower attention on them, though, not with an injured person who might need help.]

Maker, you don't look too good, do you?

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[vw_coyote]

[Mercy sighs, goodnaturedly. She waves him in.]

Please, come in and have a seat.

[The couch is still there, though most other things are gone. And there's boxes everywhere.]

And no, I don't. I should've walked away.

[electricitytrick]

[Anders looks around at all the boxes and raises an eyebrow.]

Moving out or moving in? And what do you mean, you should have walked away? Is that how you ended up like this?

[vw_coyote]

Out. I have a new place to go to.

[She sighs and eases herself down onto the couch. Medea curls up on the back of the couch behind Mercy's head.]

I should have walked [run] away. I didn't think it would go that far and I was wrong.

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Fine, don't tell me then. I'm not really here to find out what happened anyway.

[Frowning a bit, Anders leans against the opposite arm of the couch, watching her.]

So are you going to tell me why I shouldn't try healing you?

[vw_coyote]

Unlike her supposed family, I don't speak ill of the dead.

[Mercy doesn't like the angels on the island right now.]

Because magic doesn't work on me, or I would have gladly accepted. It never has. And it is something I'd prefer no one knew about.

[Unfortunately, she'll have to heal the old-fashioned way. Stupid magic resistance or whatever it is.]

[electricitytrick]

Magic doesn't work on you? At all?

[He's obviously surprised by that; Dwarves were resistant to magic, everyone knew that, but Anders could still heal one or use his magic to defend himself.]

But why would you want to keep that-- Oh. I see. So if someone like me has to fight you or defend themselves, you've got an advantage. Take out the mage before they know what's happening.

[vw_coyote]

[She's going to be side-eyeing him now. He's got issues about being a mage, doesn't he?]

In my world, there's a lot of people who keep trying to kill me because I resist their magic. I keep my head down and I'm alive.

Mostly.

[electricitytrick]

[Understatement of the year, that.]

Really? [He stares at her a bit.] Where I'm from, they'd be trying to sign you up in the templars, see if other people could learn it as well for when they decide to hunt down people like me. They'd love your ability.

[vw_coyote]

[A snort.]

I barely know what I am, don't know the extent of my abilities, just that some of them make me prey number one for certain creatures, and couldn't teach it if my life depended on it.

[Oh, and I change into a coyote. That'd put a damper on things wouldn't it?]

I don't think your people would like me very much.

[electricitytrick]

You'd be surprised the lengths some of them would go to just to hunt down a few mages.

[Anders sighs and forces a smile.]

Still, I suppose it's not going to be a problem here, is it? No reason for me to or you to be worried, so long as we just remain friends, yes? And I can see what I can do to help those injuries of yours heal.

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy smiles and holds out her hand.]

I think I can agree with friends.

[She leaves the hunting thing alone, because as far as she knows, she's the only one left. She really does not want to get into a discussion about how the others died.]

[electricitytrick]

[Anders accepts it with a grin.]

I'd never say no to an attractive woman wanting to be friends! And now that's sort of out of the way, how do you feel about potions?

[vw_coyote]

Potions?

[Bliiiiink.]

I don't drink them?

[Confused.]

[electricitytrick]

Why ever not?

[Now he's looking confused.]

[vw_coyote]

Remember what I said about people trying to kill me back home? They'd be the only ones that make potions too.

[HAHAHAHA Drinking Fae made potions? Or those by the witch? Or how about the vampires? No thanks.]

[electricitytrick]

That seems a little odd. Did you manage to annoy all the herbalists in the area or something?

[vw_coyote]

[She sighs.]

We don't have herbalists. Doctors, but they don't use potions. The type of people that use potions don't like me.