*Is* this how it happens?

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There's a woman in the Bar proper. She's commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.

She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.

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"That will work splendidly," she encourages. "You can assist me by making sure no resentful energy sneaks tags along with the spirit I'm summoning. And I'll appreciate having another adept here to corroborate my findings; lacking a council or publication for peer review, we must be extra diligent if our work is to be taken seriously."

She says all this exactly as if Wei Wuxian is not just a new acquaintance, but a respected colleague. Clearing the table between them, she lays out a fresh sheet of white flimsy and begins to sketch a circular diagram.

"Summoning is easiest when the deceased is both newly dead and someone you know well," she explains, as her pencil moves quickly and surely. "This theorem depends on an anchor, an item which once belonged to or was used by the person in question. The more powerful the necromancer, the more vague the connection between anchor and soul can be. I don't wish to brag, but I can summon a soul multiple thousands of years old, using the pencil that they chewed on in life."

With the diagram finished, she places the paper in the center of the table and sets her ring in the middle of the drawn spell circle, then digs into the sleek twist of her hair to tug out a pin.

"So we have intent, familiarity, a physical anchor," she says, very much as though she is teaching a class. "The last thing we need is food – a tithe, if you like. In this case, I should think just a little will do."

Pricking her finger, she squeezes a single drop of blood, and deposits it gently in the circle of her ring.

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Interesting.

He leans closer, scribbling notes in his haphazard calligraphy as she speaks. Every one of Wei Wuxian's teachers would be dumbfounded by the earnest, eager young man who's replaced him -- but it is still such a novelty to be student and peer both, learning something interesting, something familiar enough to hook his attention and different enough to hold it firm. This is not the Ninth House's necromancy, either, with its head-spinning minutiae that relies so much on the physical. They do bones. Wei Wuxian does spirits, and so does Abigail Pent.

"That is more complex than the workings I know," he says. "But it would have to be, to call an individual spirit! Here -- " He pulls the bamboo flute free of his belt to lay on the table. "I am ready, should anything follow. I will only need this."

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"Oh, yes," she agrees. "The more specific the spirit, the more particular the Summoning. As it happens, I'm very familiar with the soul I'm calling, but well-prepared is half done, as they say."

She casts an interested, approving glance at the flute, arches an eyebrow and says: "Can't wait to learn about that...now then, shall we?"

She places her hands, palms up, at the edge of the table, arms slightly outstretched, and nods for Wei Wuxian to do the same: their hands become nodes quartering the circle of the table. With all in place, she begins.

"You who were betrayed. You who were lost by surprise. You who died protecting that which was most precious to you, listen up!

"I am a spirit-caller of the House of the Fifth. I am Abigail for my mothers, Pent for my people. I bid you come, I offer you a hand in guidance. I name you: Sir Magnus Quinn, Seneschal of the Koniortos Court, Cavalier Primary of the Fifth House, best of husbands and best of men. Dear, come say hello to Wei Wuxian, won't you?"

For a moment, nothing seems to happen. Then, the light gutters, as though the room were lit by dozens of candles all flickering at once. Abigail Pent's eyes are open, the pupils blown wide and black, and she's broken out into a light sweat, but she smiles.

"Come along, darling; we've only got eternity, you know."

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And in the shadows weaving over the table, a third pair of arms materializes alongside theirs.

The vacant chair to Abigail's right no longer sits vacant. Someone has joined them: a man near her age, curly-haired and kind-eyed, his clothes finely tailored and his smile jovial. He chuckles as he takes in the sight before him.

"You still can't resist a formal invitation, can you, darling," he says warmly. "Hello there! Wei Wuxian, was it? Sir Magnus Quinn, seneschal of -- oh, never mind, she already mentioned my full title, I'm sure. Magnus is fine."

He extends a hand to Wei Wuxian.

[acrookedpath]

Who is staring as wide-eyed as if Magnus had extended a sackful of gold to him -- and then he beams, delightedly, at this fantastic trick Pent-laoshi has displayed.

"I am honored, Magnus-gongzi," he says, laughing, and starts to reach for his hand before pulling it back in sudden concern. "Ah, Pent-laoshi, will I disrupt anything if I...?"

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"I'm allowed to want to show off now and again," she smiles, and her clear brown eyes are very fond as she glances from her husband to Wei Wuxian.

"No, not at all. If his hand vanishes in a puff of smoke, I imagine that will just be him having a little joke at your expense." She says this as if it has happened multiple times before, despite the fact that they have only been dead a few days. "It is interesting, though – in this place, revenants appear, for all intents and purposes, perfectly alive again. I wasn't at all sure my blood would work, but..."

[debtstothedead]

"You make your own fun when you're dead," Magnus confides to Wei Wuxian, a twinkle in his eye. "I'm still hoping to find a good length of chain I can rattle spookily."

His grip is firm when Wei Wuxian meets it with his own, and his hand stays politely solid.

"The pleasure's all mine, Master Wei."

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He inclines his head over their hands in a quick bow, still grinning.

"Were I more decisively dead, I would do the same," he says. "But whatever life the inn bestows that let Pent-laoshi call you here leaves me solid and free of chains."

He releases Magnus's hand and glances to Abigail.

"That is where I often stumble in my own work -- I should be able to do things as one of the dead that I could not while alive." Gesturing to the drop of blood on the paper, "Just as you can do things as if you were one of the living, despite being dead."

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"Apparently the Reverend Daughter and Gideon the Ninth are in residence here," she tells her husband. "Perhaps Harrowhark could conjure up some bones for you to rattle."

She has been making notes this whole time; now she looks back at Wei Wuxian, flushed with success. "I wasn't sure it would work, to be honest," she admits. "The rules here are so strange! But it seems that, in order for the living and dead to stay here all together, it offers some...unusual benefits to the deceased patrons. It is a powerful Summoning indeed! And, do you know, I think being dead has increased my ability significantly."

[debtstothedead]

"Are they?" asks Magnus, brightening. "Wonderful! Wait -- they are still alive, aren't they?"

For the first time, his easygoing smile falters slightly.

"Not that I'd be unhappy to see them if they're dead, but it would mean things have taken a worse turn than I thought."

[acrookedpath]

"They are both alive," Wei Wuxian confirms swiftly. "And they are doing well."

(Magnus whooshes out a sigh of relief at that.)

He leans to get a better look at Abigail's notes. "Your ability to control thanergy, you mean?"

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"I have even heard," she confides in Magnus, "that Gideon the Ninth speaks, here. You might finally be able to tell her that knock-knock joke you've been holding on to."

She nods to Wei Wuxian's question. "Yes. Theoretically, a necromancer just on the verge of death would be at their absolutely most powerful...and most useless, of course, as one would only have access to the thanergy bloom for a second or less before succumbing. But being dead, in a place which rewrites the rules so you are almost alive...I have so much research to do!"

She does not look at all put out by this proposition.