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Okay so at this point I can kind of accept the memories..I even kind of understand getting back powers. But..this..

[He holds up a sleek black flute with a red tassel dangling from the end of it.]

I don't even know how to play the flute and don't really have a whole lot of interest in learning. Does anyone know if I'll just magically wake up some day with an ability to play or should I just put this up on my shelf as some sort of decoration?

[He sets it back down and then picks up a piece of paper that is a few inches wide and about eight inches long with red designs scrolled across it.]

Also, anyone know what this is because I've been drawing them all morning and have a stack of various ones now that I'm afraid to touch in case I light the place on fire by accident. I just moved in here so I'd rather not mess it up. I'm really not mentally prepared to start having magic abilities..

[Is he stressed out? He might be slightly stressed..he's had far too many memories hitting him lately and now with the addition of these magic paper pieces and a flute he is starting to panic that the whole controlling ghosts things is in his very near future.]

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[ The loud roar of a motorcycle rumbled up to the curb and a few moments after that Anthony came swaggering around the protective barrier fence, stepping firmly on the 'No Trespassing' sign that had once barred the way but now lay uselessly in the dirt. ]

Nice night for some magic.

[ He approached close enough to peer down at these magical strips of paper but didn't make a move to actually disturb any of them. ]

Any idea how they are supposed to work?

[He shakes his head and picks one up. As he has been staring at them it is like he has slowly started to understand them more. He still doesn't know why he drew them but he can start to tell them apart.]

No idea..I thought maybe I would just toss them towards an empty wall and see what happens. I feel like I've noticed these in my memories before but I never really paid much attention to it.

Go with your instincts.

[ He spoke softly as he wound his way around Wei much like a serpent slithering its way around a tree so he could hover just there over his friend's shoulder and carefully observe whatever came of the experiment. ]

I think, deep down, you already know what to do with those. It's just a matter of remembering it.

[He lets out a slow breath and holds up the one he thinks is called fire. He holds it up and then throws it forward.]

Fire!

[As he concentrates that piece of paper bursts into flame, at first creating a large bonfire before finally settling into something much smaller. It seems rather controlled and only in the place that the talisman hit the ground.]

AH..okay..I guess I'll never need matches again.

Could be useful if you ever needed to light a grill in a hurry. If it's a real fire and not just some illusion.

[ It looked real but the only way to tell for sure was obviously... to plunge your hand down right into the middle of it. ]

[He looks around for something that might burn and spots a piece of broken wood. He walks over and picks it up before heading back to the fire and poking it.]

Definitely feels hot..

[And the piece of wood does start to burn.]

Oh its real.

[He drops the wood into the fire and steps back again.]

[ The wood caused the fire to spark up, making the flames lick up warmer around his hand. ]

Yeah, it's real enough.

[ He stepped back away from the flames, flexing his fingers as they cooled. ]

Try that barrier spell on it? Maybe you could actually snuff a flame with something like that.

[With a nod he goes back over to collect one of the barrier talismans. He picks it up a couple of them and brings them close to the fire. Without a word he holds one up between two fingers and slowly pushes it towards the fire. It's almost like an invisible force is pushing down on the flames.]

I have a feeling this one is capable of a few things.

[It doesn't completely snuff out the fire though and instead seems to burn away before it can, disappearing from his fingers.]

Do you think I'm the one doing it..or is there just something with the symbol I drew?

Barriers can be used for a lot of things.

[ Standing there watching he could think of at least twenty good uses right then, the best of which had the pair of them pranking New York by setting up invisible walls for people to bounce off of! Imagine the chaos! ]

I'd say it's a combination. I don't think those papers would be anything be decorative if I tried to use them, but I don't think they would work for you if they were only blank slips of paper. It's like in these magic books I've been reading.

[ Yes, he admits to reading but it just slipped out... It's not something he would own under normal circumstances. ]

In order to use some spells you need a magic symbol to channel the power.

[Running around pulling pranks certainly sounds like something he would do. Since there is basically only a handful of people that even know these kinds of powers are possible it would certainly lead to some interesting reactions.]

Why are you reading magic books?

[He walks over to a window and tosses one of the barrier papers at it, watching as it immediately sticks to it.]

Seemed the thing to do once I started being able to make things happen... First that business with the flat and then the other things.

[ Anthony tried to recall if that window had glass on it before or if it had been one of the broken ones. ]

And there's Fell. He was talking about these magic circles and trying to summon something. Which reminds, you haven't tried that last one.

[He is poking at what should be a broken glass pane but his finger won't go past the paper. But then he gets pulled from his distraction as he gets reminded of that last one.]

What does he want to summon?

[He walks back over and picks up the summoning talisman. He fears this one a little more then the others..]

What do we do if this summons something really nasty?

He can't remember, exactly... we've only a guess. That it was something really nasty.

[ Him. Anthony's hands landed at his sides, casually at the ready for whatever might pop out of this last magical object. ]

You have a barrier spell, fire, and a demon, we'll come up with something.

[He takes a deep breath and tosses the summon one out. For a moment everything is quiet but then there is a cloud of black smoke that manages to come in through one of the broken windows.

Wei Wuxian takes several steps back until he is behind Anthony. Not at all confident that some sort of fire paper is going to work against a ghost.

The black figure swirls around them and darts around the room as if looking for something. It doesn't appear to want to harm them as it never gets any closer but finally finds a discarded piece of clothing that it dives into, making it rise up and fill out.]

It really summoned a ghost...

[Suddenly his hands go up and cover his ears, his head starting to ache as the voices start to speak to him again.]

[ He probably ought to have felt afraid standing there, watching the clothing fill out as the invisible man... or lady, being invisible it was impossible to tell which... took it's place beneath the folds of fabric. He really ought to have felt worried when Wei's hands flew to his head as the ghost might have been using some kind of psychic attack on the poor guy...
Instead since it had circled them and done nothing but get dressed all this felt oddly normal. ]

Is it trying to say something to you?

[ He grew quiet and listened as hard as he could but the only thing he heard were the typical noises of the New York streets. ]

I can't hear a thing. Oi, you over there!

[ Maybe with a raised voice the ghost could hear him. ]

Try whispering! It's his first time summoning a ghost. Must be overwhelming.

There are lots of voices..I can't tell if that is one of them.

[There is apparently a lot of dead around this place. That is when it seems to hurt the most. But the pain starts to ebb away as Anthony tries to talk to the ghost.]

I don't need to whisper! He called me here and is afraid of me? What kinda crap is this.

[It's a male voice with a pretty evident Brooklyn accent.]

I didn't mean to call you..we were just experimenting. You are free to go.

Free to go? You guys are the first people to hear me in years. Why would I go?

[He looks over at Anthony, unsure what he is supposed to do this this guy.]

I heard that...

[ A look towards Wei, semi-worried glances exchanged. ]

Don't you have ghost things to do? Maybe we are meant to ask you about your unfinished business? You... see a light anywhere?

[ A beat. ]

Or maybe some kind of glowing fiery entrance?

A light? I don't see a light and the only fire i see is the mess you guys made in the middle of the room.

[Wei Wuxian starts looking through the talismans for anything that seems like a release spell or vanish..or anything that might send this guy on his way.]

Unfinished business? Yeahhh..You wanna hear about that. I'll share it with you.

[Suddenly Wei Wuxian's eyes widen and he almost drops the talismans. The man's voice fills his head and without even hesitating he finds exactly what he needs and sends another talisman towards the ghost. There is a scream and the black smoke disappears. Wei Wuxian stands there looking completely traumatized as he breathes heavily.]

He was a monster...a killer..

[ I mean, he had to give the creepy clothing ghost that much. They had made a mess of the... dilapidated ruin that was probably due to be torn down anyway. Maybe the place looked different to his ghostly eyes. Anthony merely shrugged.

Up until the point where Wei had suddenly sprung into action the ghost had seemed otherworldly but not necessarily evil. It had been the suggestion of unfinished business which brought those nagging malevolent undertones and the way that spirit person had looked his way... ]

Ye--yeah, figures really. Anyone dead guy who would rather hang around New York instead of passing on would have to be evil.

You alright?

No..not okay. I'm not here to finish some serial killer's hit list just so he can move on. What the hell kind of ability is this?

[He isn't sure he is the right person to have these necromancy style powers. He's starting to pace and while doing so has put up barriers all around the room to keep any more of those crappy ghosts from showing up.]

I'm not sure I can handle this.

Is that what he wanted?

[ His booted toe kicked at the now limp stack of old rags. ]

I felt he wasn't on the side of the angels but... never expected him to want to run around Micheal Meyers style.

[ Anthony was concerned but allowed Wei to dash around putting up his barriers without any sort of interference from him. ]

I think you did alright. You managed to summon a ghost and get rid of him again when he turned out to be a bastard. You think they will all be like that one? Only the evil spirits stay behind on Earth?

But did I really get rid of him? Or did I just kick him out of the room? I'm not even sure! All I did was react..I wasn't thinking anything except that I wanted him out of my head.

[He finally stops pacing and stares at the pile of clothing as well.]

I can't imagine every spirit in New York is evil..but with how many people die here each day, who knows how it all gets sorted out and what ones have to stick around. If the voices in my head are any indication..just this place has about a dozen hiding around.

[ Crowley pouted at the sad sack of rotting cloth as he didn't really have an answer for that. He could feel the evil presence of the ghost once he had manifested and begun to indulge in his killer thoughts but the whole abandoned building just seemed like that to him. A little spooky, maybe, but he liked spooky...

He hadn't even been creeped out by the killer ghost. A touch worried maybe, but not like a normal human ought to have been. He ought to have been terrified, shaken down to the very core that there was a murderous serial killer ghost reading his friend to pick up where he had left off. That he hadn't been... what did that say about him?

And there was poor Wei, looking to him for some kind of support! What he needed was an angel not a bloody demon! ]

Look he can't do anything without a body. Right? As a ghost he is just smoke and bad memories... He can't hurt you or anyone else.

I want to think that is true..but if my memories are any indication then those smoke things can hurt people. Maybe I just got lucky this time and he didn't know how..or maybe I'm the one that controls them so that they can. I don't know but..I don't like it.

[Why did he have to be the one with the creepy ghost powers? He never even really believed in such things and yet now he not only believes but can talk to and apparently control them. And this is only scratching the surface of what he can do. He doesn't want to think he was an evil person in his previous life but now he wonders. he clearly saw himself harming people in those dreams.]

When they manifest, sure... I could see them doing some damage when they have a physical form... even if that form is smoke. I meant now when they are nothing but invisible entities no one can even see. Don't allow them to take on a shape and what can they do, just whisper annoyingly in your ear?

[ The faint nagging sensation at the back of his mind made him feel like he ought to be encouraging this. Go on, dabble in the occult, whats the worse that could happen?? But the other and more powerful voice replied, yeah but he might actually do it and wouldn't it suck if Wei had his mind taken over by a murderous psycho ghost... ]

Maybe leave off the summoning things for a while... Work with the fire and the barrier spells until you get them perfected. They might help you keep these spirits in check.

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