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[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]

Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!

[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]

Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...

[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]

What is this?

[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]

Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!

[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]

Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!

[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]

Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.

[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]

Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.

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That is harsh...

[ But I was plotting the murder of a child I helped to raise. There really had to be more to these memories!! Neither of them were monsters! Or so Anthony tried to tell himself as he puzzled over the name.

Elliott Naeuri. The name wasn't immediately recognized, mostly as he wasn't sure if he had ever heard the kids last name before.]

Long hair, thinks religious is actually a cool topic, into gardens?

[Honestly, the whole situation was all kinds of effed up. But Clarence was working through it in his own way. Mostly by ignoring the worst of it and breaking down at convenient intervals.]

Uhh, I haven't really talked about religion with him but it sounds like you got the right guy. He's super nice, like, probably the nicest person I've ever met in my life.

He straight up grabbed my hands while I was calling on my magic to prove I couldn't hurt just by my magic existing.

[ That does seem to be the way most people handle it. They give the details but leave the break downs until they are alone. It had been Anthony's move too... for the most part. ]

That is brave.

[ Foolish maybe since they all knew nothing about magic but Clarence seemed touched by it so all those fears were set aside. ]

Did it work? Do you feel better about having magic now?

Reckless as heck is what it is. But you're right, I did feel better after. At least I know I won't hurt anyone unintentionally.

[But was that really better? It meant whenever someone did get hurt by his magic, he really would intend for it.]

I don't fully understand it, but I have a feeling it's only just starting. I just don't know if I should try to figure out how to use it, or if I should ignore it so I don't end up hurting anyone later on. You know, in case I guess I decide it's okay to just give people heart attacks when they're doing something I don't like.

It's always good to know you won't sneeze and accidentally take out a city block.

[ And he meant that. Anthony didn't have powers and even as exciting and 'do anything you want' as they might be, hurting people with them didn't sound like any fun at all. ]

I wouldn't ignore them. I think it's better to learn as much as you can about them before they get so powerful they control you. You know... if that would happen.

Right? I'm glad Elliott was willing to try and all, but he needs to not be so self-sacrificing all the time.

[Biting his lip, he nods.]

I... think that's the best route, too. The only problem is, all I can do is glow right now. I don't know how to do anything else yet, so I might have to wait until I have more memories.

You could practice your glow, see how bright it can get?

[ Yea, that sounded stupid to him too. ]

You think they will get stronger? Maybe they won't. Since these are only 'memories' maybe any magic that returns because of them will be like a memory too, faded, a bit weak. I'm just saying, don't but surprised if glowing is all you can ever do.

[Clarence grimaces.] I mean, glorified flashlight probably wouldn't be too bad, even if everything ended up looking like a cheap 80's horror movie.

I guess it's possible nothing will come of this. But I know how much damage my magic did in the past or whatever, so I gotta do something to try and, I dunno, keep history from repeating itself.

[ A pout slowly formed as he had similar fears, not about powers so much as he didn't have any but about his old demonic nature. ]

I think its a wise idea to take precautions, see if you have any weaknesses, make a plan... just in case. Kinda rooting for flashlight though.

Weaknesses, pff. [He kinda of deadpanned it but he couldn't help the sneering huff that escaped at the end of the word.] I'm not superman. I'm pretty sure all normal human weaknesses apply. Like, getting shot or stabbed is probably bad for my health all the same. But I guess I can't be super sure; I haven't seen myself hurt in my memories yet, anyway.

Flashlight does sound more and more favorable...

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