Foxy - OTA

Nov. 21st, 2016 11:10 pm
finlay_flynn: (fox - srs)
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There were still no textbooks or youtube videos on how to fairy, and so Fin was still learning by doing. Sometimes he would do his best to focus on something, like reviving wilted flowers or forcing the wrinkles out of his bed sheets. Other times he'd try slightly harder things, like changing an item into another item- Something he hadn't yet mastered, but at least had a grasp on the basics now.

He played with elements, toyed with using his magic to tidy up or take notes for him. Nothing huge, nothing grand. It was a slow build after all.

Occasionally, however, he let his magic lead. It was a part of him, yes, but just as his mind was prone to wandering and building worlds for him to jot down on paper, his magic had a tendency to- Create. An extension of his imagination, he assumed, and he often let it lead as he created small items from ice, or even repainted a whole room with idle thoughts. It was remarkable, the things he could do with little more than a spare thought and a vague grasp on his powers. Will was right, he was powerful. He understood now why the other fae had feared them.

Today he was simply laying on the sofa, a pen taking notes by itself on a pad of paper nearby while he drew random patterns in the air with the tip of his finger. He was working on a pitch for a mini series, something prompted by a friend at the network, but his mind was dancing between ideas, and his magic was, for a lack of a better word, getting a bit bored it seemed. Or, perhaps he was bored and just didn't want to admit it.

The pen slowed, then stopped, and Fin closed his eyes as he sighed softly.

"Perhaps I should leave this all behind, go live in the woods on the Other Side, to be a wild thing like my kin," he mused. "You could come, if you like," he told Keats, opening one eye and looking over at the German Sheppard. The dog simply yawned though, then settled back in to finish his nap.

"No? Alright then. I'll just live alone then. Or, perhaps I'll live with Winter's pixie friends," he joked, smiling as his mind wandered to thoughts of thick forest like areas, wild flowers and strange stones. The many wonders of the world that was apparently his true home. The memories of his brief time there made his magic long for it- Or, again, perhaps it was just him. His secret desires, the needs of his blood. Whatever it was, it was powerful, and as Fin slowly got to his feet and headed for the private rooftop garden for a smoke, he felt something shift inside of him- Then outside.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, yes, he was suddenly small and a touch fluffy, but the sudden shift from human to fox had been painless- Pleasant, even. So much so that Fin had simply gone along with it. It was just more of his magic after all, harmless enough it seemed... At first.

Three hours later, and Fin was still a fluffed up white fox. He'd managed to get back inside the flat, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to make himself human again. He was sure part of that was due to how worked up he'd gotten himself when his first attempt had failed, but now- Now he couldn't seem to calm down at all.

He'd gone looking for Will first, but the other fae was clearly out, and using a phone as a fox was a lost cause. Even if he could have dialled a number, he was struggling to speak. All he managed were some odd purrs and sharp sounds. Nothing intelligible. Clearly he would have to seek out help elsewhere. ...Perhaps Phouka and Winter might help, though they were quite a way away, and he really didn't think any Uber driver in their right mid would pick him up.

Well, a walk wouldn't be so bad. ...Not if he stayed hidden, right?

He'd barely made it three blocks before he'd been spotted, and he was currently cowering in an alley while a rather large and unpleasant man was attempting to whack him with the blunt end of a broom.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,
he thought, unaware that anyone passing by with magic ability or sensitivities could hear him loud and clear.

(OTA. I was going to put this up on Thanksgiving since I'm off all day, but figured there was no harm in tossing it up early. ^_^ If you think your pup could hear Fin's magic telepathic chatter, be my guest. Or if you just want to save a fluffy fox, feel free! As always, late tags and slowtime are welcome.)

Date: 2016-11-22 11:38 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Sprite)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
To Curnen, he might as well have been shouting.

She frowned deeply, puzzled when she first heard Fin but didn't see him anywhere. Down the alley there was only a big man with a broom and a little white fox.

... Oh.

Wildlife was just part of Needsville. The town barely made a dent in the forest, so they were more the invaders than any animals that wandered through. But such was not the same here. She made small signs with her left hand, teasing the man's gaze with a little flash of nothing before hiding Fin from his perception. If Fin had the presence of mind to stay where he was for a moment, it would look only like the animal had taken advantage of the break in the attack and scampered off.

Date: 2016-11-23 12:34 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Sweet girl)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
"Why were you trying to get there?" Curnen asked as she approached instead. She squatted down in front of the fox, tipping her head to one side. Obviously he didn't entirely know what he was doing or he'd be something less... alarming to city folk, but.

Date: 2016-11-23 01:08 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Laughing)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
It probably wasn't very consoling that the first thing Curnen did was burst out laughing. "Oh, you poor baby!" But she didn't mean to be cruel, and her hand stroked gently over the soft white fur. "Yeah, okay. I'll help."

Date: 2016-11-23 02:27 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Hair)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
"Yes, it is," Curnen assured him, but she picked up the fox all the same and held him close as she stood. "It's fucking hilarious. But you're okay," she said, idly rubbing her fingers over his ears.

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Date: 2016-11-23 08:32 pm (UTC)
harrowgate: (wizard)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix had been on his way to see if Finlay was about, since he'd been in the area and he supposed he oughtn't avoid the seemingly inevitable Magic Talk forever. It hadn't occurred to him to ring first, of course. According to his phone's map, he was nearly there, when he very clearly heard Finlay's voice cursing in rapid succession.

With a frown, he turned toward the sound, pausing at the break between buildings. All he saw was a rather intimidating fellow -- certainly not Finlay -- threatening something small and white with a cleaning implement. Felix flicked his fingers, and quite suddenly, the man with the broom was beset by what looked like a horde of tiny green fireflies swarming around his face and getting in his eyes.

: Run : Felix thought crisply, without being fully certain that he'd be heard. He hadn't used thought-speech in many, many years, and he wasn't even sure he could still do it.

Date: 2016-11-24 01:12 am (UTC)
harrowgate: (blue)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
The man in the alley was still swatting at the swarm of witchlights obscuring his vision when the white fox came bounding toward Felix. The wizard almost stepped back -- what was a fox doing in the middle of the city? -- before he realized that the voice was coming from the little animal.

Instantly, Felix's brows drew down and he frowned at the beast. : Just this once? : came very clearly, and very tartly, in Felix's voice. His frown did not flicker in order to speak.

Then, with a huff, Felix bent down and muttered, unnecessarily, "There you are," and picked the fox up with both hands around its middle.

Date: 2016-11-24 05:51 am (UTC)
harrowgate: by skywardprodigal (Default)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Was Finlay actually the fox? Or was Felix being played somehow? The wizard glanced down the alley, and decided to get a few steps away before he let the witchlights dissipate. He tucked the white fox into the crook of one arm like a bag of groceries, and kept his other hand on its ruff to keep it from squirming away.

Now he probably looked like a madman, striding down the street with an Arctic fox in his arms. Good thing Felix was accustomed to stares.

:Clearly. I'm not about to appear even more insane my speaking out loud to you. How in the hell did you end up inside a fox?: One unfortunate effect of the thought-speech was that Felix could not keep up as long a stream of thought as he could of physical speech. He couldn't think in paragraphs.

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Date: 2016-11-25 07:33 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (projecting)
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Not always, but often, before packing up for the day, Em would throw the cards to see if there was anything else she needed to know or do before going home. What she'd seen less than an hour ago was more confusing than usual, but there was something about Fin beind attacked, and she'd recognized both the alley and one of her projections in the vision, so she went to investigate.

When she arrived, she peeked carefully into the alley, trying to stay out of sight, and there was Fin's attacker hitting at a small white fox where the cards had shown her Fin. She pulled a pair of mirrored sunglasses out of her bag, putting them on before glancing down at the card she'd kept from the earlier spread. Three red foxes, one with a swirl of darker fur almost like a cutie mark ran into the alley snipping and worrying at the man's legs, darting in and away, and getting between him and the white fox.

Date: 2016-11-25 08:32 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (projecting)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
That was not normal for a wild animal, and added weight to the suspicion Em already had about the fox she'd rescued.

"Hide first," she hissed, lowering her bag to the ground for him to hide behind, while her projected foxes continued to harry the man with the broom. If she was wrong, and an arctic fox somehow was running around the middle of London, it wouldn't understand and would probably run off.

Date: 2016-11-25 08:46 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (on the lawn)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Once the white fox was hidden away, Em moved her foxes to sit in a line in front of the man, so he couldn't miss seeing all of them. Then, almost like the Cheshire cat, they faded as one, slowly from the dot of their noses to the very tips of their tails. Let him think he was seeing things.

He stomped around the alley a bit, glaring at Em as he passed on his way out, but with her eyes back to their usual color, she'd slid her shades up to hold her hair back and was looking at something on her phone. Nothing to see here. She waited until he was gone before kneeling down beside her bag.

"Please tell me you're Fin, and I'm not crazily talking to a wild animal."

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Date: 2016-11-29 03:50 am (UTC)
phouka: (Default)
From: [personal profile] phouka
The Phouka heard him clear as anything and looked around to see his friend. Instead he saw a white fox being threatened. The Phouka wasn't terribly quick but he could put this puzzle together.

"Oi! Leave it alone," the two meter tall Black man scolded the shopkeeper as long strides carried him to the confrontation. "I'll take him. No nuisance for you. Now...go inside," he said in a voice so tempting, so charming that no mortal could resist obeying the Phouka using his power.

Then he stood over the little fox and smiled at him.

Date: 2016-11-29 04:06 am (UTC)
phouka: (Default)
From: [personal profile] phouka

"Hello, Prince Finlay, my friend," he said warmly, bending so he could scoop the little fox into strong, warm arms. "What have you done to yourself? You've gone puffy."

Date: 2016-11-29 04:22 am (UTC)
phouka: (Default)
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"Shall I take you home? Perhaps the prince will have an idea," he offered. He stroked Fin to soothe him. "Or we could have a spot of fun before going back..."

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