EIGHT // Doctor, doctor, give me the news.

[wavewalker]

A: PHONE: UNFILTERED

I have a request to make, and I'm not really one for preamble, so let me get to it: A friend of mine requires the services of a healer. Her name is Mika.

Her eardrums have taken extensive damage thanks to a lightning strike, leaving her unable to hear, which is why you'll find me on the other end of this conversation in her stead. If you require payment for your services, we are, of course, willing to negotiate.

I will warn you the the damage is old, and may be difficult to repair, but I'm no healer, so I couldn't really say.

You can find us at 339 Brady Lane.


B: ACTION: 339 BRADY LANE

[ And, true to his word, that is where he and one Mika Whitepaws can be found. They're in the living room, she on the couch and he standing near the phone, tail swaying easily. He has a notepad in one hand, on which he jots: ]

All that's left to do is wait.

[ Before handing it to Mika for her to read. ]

[ Mika glanced it over, her tail twitching and her nose wrinkling as she peers up at Ian through a thick growth of winter coat. ]

You made sure to say it's my eardrums that are busted, right? And that I'll have to pay them in something other than money?

[ She was sure Ian would have covered that, but the way her memory was working right now, she could never tell. ]

[ Ian sighs and nods, waving around a leaf of paper- he took notes, Mika. ]

((ooc; Green font is Mika. She will likely be threadjacking!))

Comments

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

[He feels that. The sudden rightness where there had been damage. And the magic -- the light -- cuts out abruptly, leaving the mage sagging in his chair.]

[... that was infinitely more difficult than it should have been, now that Justice had returned.]

[]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I...I can.

[Whatever that odd light had been, whatever anxiety had seized her at its sudden appearance, all of her worry and concern was obliterated in the sudden flood of relief that had her laughing until she was breathless and left tears stinging her eyes.]

I can hear everything!

[Her ears twitched toward faint sounds at the back of the house, the building settling, the sound of the breeze outside, Ian and Anders' heartbeats and the sounds of their breathing almost hidden beneath her relieved laughter.]

Anders, I could kiss you, you're fantastic!

[wavewalker]

Not to rain on this perfectly happy little moment, but care to explain the glowing?

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

[At the moment, his face is buried in his hands, while he tries to catch his breath.]

[He manages to wave off the offer of the kiss though, before the question gets through his thick blonde head.]

[He shakes his head.]

It's nothing. Just a part of... a part of my magic.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Despite her exuberance she probably would be too embarrassed to follow through. Still, the question attracts her attention.]

Still, it wasn't something that happened the last time. You got a regain recently, then?

[wavewalker]

[ He just sort of watches. Yes, an answer to that would be nice. ]

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

... Something like that. Yes.

[He holds up a hand, shaking his head slightly.]

It isn't anything you need to worry about. If anything, it's only going to help my magic. [Or so he hopes.] But, I'd rather not discuss it, if it's all the same to you.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Mika just shrugs, shaking her head before she plants her cane and pushes herself to her feet.]

If it makes you feel better, then I'll let it alone. It's not like I can judge as it is.

[She claps his shoulder lightly, her tail waving.]

Thanks again, Anders. I owe you for three times now, I think.