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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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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.

No one says I have to use these abilities right? I can just pretend they don't exist and then I don't have to worry about ghosts trying to hurt people.

[He tears up the summoning ones immediately. If he really needs them they can always be remade. For now he will do as Anthony suggests and focus on the others. If he decides to pursue this at all. He's just worried that if he doesn't, the Bureau might try to do something to force him. He doesn't trust that they aren't behind these powers showing up.]

At least I can say that writing these is a lot less frustrating then the voices in my head.

[He has at least figured out how to quiet those so they aren't talking constantly. But all of these abilities are really exhausting, especially considering how many more he has seen in his memories.]

It's not a rule.

[ At least not one he had ever heard of. ]

And even if it were you could break it, if that's what you want. I don't think anyone is going to come at you sirens blaring and demand to know why you aren't playing with your army of fire wielding ghosts.

[ As it stood right now the Bureau seemed to him more like a paper tiger than a real threat. Sure they showed up and gloomed at people enough that he had decided to keep his distance from them, ~~and give those that hadn't made the same choice a healthy dose of shit over it~~, but they hadn't actually done anything more than keep things hushed up in typical Government fashion. ]

Pretending your powers don't exist might be a problem if they keep growing. I think I keep using mine without thinking about it... Things just happen. It's why I thought you might do better to work with the two less 'evil summoning' powers.

[ Wei was circled while being given a careful looking over. He looked shaken and he certainly had ever right to be. Who could ever have predicted that the very first ghost he tried to summon was going to be such an evil one! ]

You alright?

[He reaches up and rubs his face. He hasn't been alright since all of this started but he knows he just needs time. He has always been able to deal with anything that has been tossed at him.]

I'll be okay. You are right..I will work with the other ones and see what I can do with it. And maybe if I can get stronger with those then the summoning one might not be so rough. Who knows...maybe I'm going to need that one in the future depending on what else I end up with.

[ There was, 'I'll be ok, things are crazy and I'm having trouble wrapping my head around it all' and there was 'I'll be ok, just going to go and do something reckless'... Wei was watched carefully for the later. ]

If its any consolation... I think you handled that really well.

[Living recklessly has always been Wei Wuxian's way of doing things. He just never expected that it would involve dealing with the dead.]

Thanks. Sorry for making you deal with my slight freak out.

[Ever since the memories started and now the powers..he feels like he is losing some part of himself. He doesn't want to become the guy in his memories but he wonders if that is inevitable.]

[ Tell him about it. The world was a crazier place than Anthony had ever imagined it could be. ]

Nah... It's why I came, isn't it, so you wouldn't be facing this on your own.

You always seem to be coming to my rescue.

[His smile finally returns. Anthony is definitely one of the best friends that he has gotten out of this whole mess. And not just because he scored him a sweet new apartment.]

Does this mean if I get another power, I can count on you to come and make sure I don't blow myself up?

[ Did he? Anthony leaned back giving that statement some curious reflection but didn't see fit to worry about it too much. It's what you do for friends... it just sounded a bit too soft to admit that! ]

You live in the flat below mine, you better not go around blowing anything up.

[ That would be a veiled 'yes'. ]

You need anything, lift home, stiff drink?

[He laughs. He definitely doesn't want to blow up his or Anthony's new homes.]

It's a promise. And how about a lift home..after a stiff drink?

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