[ Michonne's been here two years. Daryl was here before her, left right before she got here like ships passing each other in the night. Whatever that cliche statement is. She's become friends with Dan because he has Daryl's face but she misses Daryl; hell, she misses everyone. Anyone from home that's a part of her family is what she needs in Wonderland, more than anything.
Every now and then she wanders the mansion, just patrols when it's been a while since an event. Her katana is on her back heavy boots on her feet, and when she passes right under Daryl she pauses. Something makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she frowns, forehead creasing as she looks around, feeling watched, reaching for the hilt of her sword.
That faint ping makes her slightly tilt her head, trying to listen, to hear where it came from, to hear it again. Her entire body is tense, ready to strike if needed, wondering if that sound was the ushering in of something terrible. ]
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Every now and then she wanders the mansion, just patrols when it's been a while since an event. Her katana is on her back heavy boots on her feet, and when she passes right under Daryl she pauses. Something makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she frowns, forehead creasing as she looks around, feeling watched, reaching for the hilt of her sword.
That faint ping makes her slightly tilt her head, trying to listen, to hear where it came from, to hear it again. Her entire body is tense, ready to strike if needed, wondering if that sound was the ushering in of something terrible. ]