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Who: You and all your friends
What: Catch-All log post for the plot
When: For anything involving the Invasion between 9/22 - 9/30
Where: All around NYC
Rating/Warnings: Please put appropriate warnings in the subject line of your threads where needed
Notes: If you want your character to ask for Bureau help, the Bureau will help. However, players will need to handwave that interaction because the Mods don't have time to play out all of that.

The droids are everywhere! There are strange patches of alien worlds - also full of droids! Good luck, fair Different.

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As of late, he sees that he cause a sense of unease and tension when they're around each other. Normally they are strangers and acquaintances whom he is amicable with, but as of late, he senses this unease from Xian, and he felt it from himself too.

"That doesn't seem healthy, but I will have some." So he helps himself to the hot-dogs to have his lunch, trying to keep things to himself. A part of him wonder if he is starting to remember? But he figured he didn't want to remember, so he never brought it up.

Eventually, after some time, after he had his lunch, and he thought about it, he decided to bring it up as eventually, they will part when this over. He figured after this, their lives won't be changed much.

"Xian, I think I remember you. From our past life."

Wei Wuxian has been messing with the talismans that he has been creating since learning how and so the hot dogs were cooked over a trashcan using one of those. And now that the food is all cooked, he uses that same waste basket as a kind of testing spot. Tossing different ones into it like a game to see what happens. First there is the fire, then ice, then smoke which he quickly uses a binding one to suppress before it fills up the whole room and alerts the Bureau to what he is doing.

Just as he is about to toss another one into the basket he pauses as the other man speaks about his memories. He swallows hard and a frown crosses his lips as he looks over at him from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah? And what do you think you remember?"

Lan Wangji sighed at his use of talismans and didn't want to scold him that it's not what talismans are typically used for. Why is he like this? In his memories, he remembers him as a gremlin menace also.

"I will tell you if you can handle it. It's the truth of your death." He said and paused to see if he wants to hear it.

His back stiffens and there is a need to put a little more space between him and this man but he fights that flight mechanism back down. He has the talismans in his hands after all..if he has to use them this would be a good opportunity.

"Oh? So you got to enjoy that little show as well?"

He shakes his head, looking sad. And there's no need for him to attack with the talismans if he lets him explain.

"No. I was devastated. At Nightless City, you lost control of the spirits. After your sister died, it was an accident. You felt too much grief and you're exhausted from the battle with the Sect leaders you want to exact revenge on. You felt to atone for your crimes for your sister and the death you caused, it's better to fall off the cliff."

Since their memories match, and there's no way no one could have known.

"I am the guy wearing in white. I was trying to save you because we were friends in a past life, but my arm is injured and bleeding. Your brother made me lose my grip and I couldn't hold you for long, so I couldn't save you."

He looks down at the floor as he takes that all in. He had guessed about the order of a few of the memories he had received. Confirmation that his sister dying was the same night he died makes the timeline he is forming in his head make a lot more sense. He wished he would just get them in order so he wouldn't have to try and understand them individually.

But at least he knows that he did indeed kill himself and that there was no one to really blame. Not that he feels any better about the fact he died. Which..is strange considering he knows he had to die in order to be born into this world.

"My memories don't come to be in order. I get short flashes..a minute long at most. So it's hard to piece them all together in an order that makes sense. But I think I've seen everything of that night now. It was so hard to understand it made it seem like you threw me off the mountain."

"My memories don't come in any order either. I received them randomly and keep a journal of them, so it's hard to figure out a timeline, but it's fairly consistent. Most of my memories up until now, you're always in them, so we must be quite close friends in the past."

Shaking his head, "I don't think I threw you off the cliff. I held your arm for a long time before you told me to let you go, and I can't." He explains. "It means I didn't want you to die and I'm not your enemy."

A pause, after some quiet thought. "Why don't we compare our memories? Not right now, but another time. Whenever you wish to. I wanted to help. Since our memories are the same, there must be a story behind it. Like a piece of a puzzle. I want to help by studying the memories since I'm a historian, so study and teaching history is what I do."

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He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He'd prefer to just forget all about his memories if he could. For the most part they weren't particularly great ones to live through once, let alone have to describe them again.

"Maybe..I haven't really been writing them down or anything."

He turns and flops down on his back on the little cot that they provide for them. It's no where near as comfortable as his bed back at his apartment.

"Mine are mostly just about fighting and people dying."

He can see he has a lot to deal with from the memories. "You should start writing things down as soon you remember. I know I will and turn it into a book, perhaps. If you do write things down, we can compare and contrast." Lan Wangji sat stoically on the cot.

Lan Wangji started slowly, "There was a war between the sects. One being the Wen sect is trying to rule the other clans under one ruler. So the leader, he tries to kill everyone. You were part of the fight, a rebel using your power for good to stop the war and save the innocent Wen members in the clans from extinction, because the other sects are determined to exterminate them. You and your power are very misunderstood. I know this, because I was your best friend and I knew how your power works."

He listens quietly, trying to figure out if that lines up with any of the memories he has had. He does vaguely remember hearing the name "Wen" a few times.

"If I was trying to save people, then why is it I'm always killing them in these memories?" Because that seems to be completely different from what he should be doing. If he wants to save people then he shouldn't want to hurt anyway. Everything points to him being the bad guy and not some vigilante savior.

When does he get to enjoy the memories where someone actually survives because of his efforts?

"I believed that happened before you tried to save them. In my memories, you tried to kill powerful cultivators with that of political influence. You wanted to protect the innocent people, the common people oppressed from tyranny, but you lost control of the power you had, so people got hurt. And it wasn't your fault."

He took a moment, "You're not a bad guy. I had other memories of you of an earlier time, a much happier time. But I don't know if you want to hear it."

"I'd rather experience them myself. If they are happy then..it gives me something to look forward to. And maybe that is all i really need." Because all the death ones really are crushing some of his spirit and dragging his typically happy attitude into one a lot more somber. And as a performer, it really effects how he comes off on stage if he isn't feeling upbeat.

He had hoped all his memories weren't so depressing so maybe he is getting all the hard ones out of they way so that he can really enjoy the good ones.

"It wasn't much. You are a student in cultivation. You studied this magic, but not raising the dead kind. It's basically magic and using spiritual energy for good. You came to the Lan school with your brother and sister."

He stops for a bit, to see if that makes sense to him. "That's how we knew each other as friends. You and your siblings come to my clan to learn and study the basics."

He sighs softly, "I haven't seen any of that yet." which means he has a lot of questions but he doesn't want to ask them. He isn't even sure which of his memories is the earliest but he has an idea.

"I think the only really happy memory i have had so far is where I saw my sister in her wedding clothes."

But..he knows how that all turns out in the end. Not well.

"I hope you do. In my memories, you're a good student, but you like to break the rules because my clan is strict. There's over 4,000 rules. Unfortunately, that's all I could remember."

With a nod, "I was there also. It was an accident. She came and was rushing to try to find you. You have a brother also. They came from the Jiang sect of Yunmeng." Wondering if that rings any bells.

"4000 rules...no wonder I want to break them. I can barely live with 1." That is such a crazy number of rules..what kind of repressive country did that guy live in? Wei Wuxian would have gone crazy in that kind of environment.

He nods though when he hears about the brother. He had been in both memories with his sister as well. And..then during his death.

"I lived in a strict clan where discipline and self-restraint is necessary. While you lived there, you copy 4,000 rules by each line as part of the daily lesson, and everyone wakes up at 5am to start the day."

He slightly frowns, not sure if he's slightly amused. "So, you're a bad boy who likes to break rules. You seemed to be the type." He said with a shrug.

He shudders at the thought of being awake at 5AM. There are some nights when he has barely crawled into bed at that point. "Nothing wrong with being a bad boy."

But everything wrong with being an evil villain. There is probably a fine line there that he somehow crossed during his life in the other time period.

"Mn. Bad boys usually don't usually do well in school."

He thought about what else to say. "So, cultivation. You're not the slightest interested in learning? From my memories, one start learning by reading the Tao. Are you familiar with the book, the Tao?"

Wei Wuxian was actually a really good student when he was in school. A troublemaker but smart. He just didn't have any desires to continue his learning and went into performing instead. But as for reading, it has been a long time since he has read any book and he certainly wouldn't have read that one.

"Can't say that I know anything about it. I stopped caring about learning the minute I graduated high school."

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