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It was happening more often now. The air shivered with the dark magic that was flowing more and more freely through London, leaving all it touched with a feeling of unease, and promising nasty nightmares and troubles to all who felt it in their bones.

Tonight dark creatures came slithering out of the sewers. Ghosts of the dead with cruel hearts, shadows of villains and wicked souls... They were welcomed into London with open arms, appearing and vanishing, and causing pain wherever they wandered.

Tonight the people of london caught a glimpse of the danger coming. A danger that was making itself more and more known as the year continued on.

(OTA! Wild magic is back, though it doesn't have to be evil, it can just be pestering or annoying if you'd rather this time around. You are only limited by your imagination (and what you care to make your pups suffer through). The only thing of note is that for those who are sensitive to magic, it will seem even stronger than the last time.)
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Date: 2017-08-28 03:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
The magic had surged again, aimless and unpredictable, pressing and nudging against the cracks of London to find its way inside. Without knowing the source, the direction of the incursion, the Cabal could only do so much. The Virtu, the enormous blue jewel suspended beneath the Mirador building, stayed steady and strong. It protected all of England -- that was what the Cabalines had taught Felix since he first came to them. But how and from what?

At least he no longer had to argue it with them. Every Cabaline wizard felt the pressure of the wild magic now.

Felix had done all he could at the Mirador, but he did not recall how he got out onto the street. He could have called a car, or called Shannon, or done anything but wander off into London at night. He'd never felt so utterly drained, and now... was that a trace of pale green light bleeding off his fingertips?

Felix had only an instant to blink at the sight because before claimed him completely, and he slumped over on his feet, directly into the path of another pedestrian.

Date: 2017-08-28 07:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
Prometheus had caught a glimpse of the phoenix, he was hard to miss after all, but hadn't been paying him much mind. There was something unsettling in the air tonight, and he had no desire to linger outdoors. His intention had been to stop by his studio to work on his latest piece, before slinking back home to Robin's for the night, preferably with the windows and doors shut tight.

Those plans, however, were quickly derailed as the phoenix began to fall just as Prometheus strolled past him. It was as though the thick cloud of magic itself had knocked the poor creature right off its feet. Instinct took over, and the titan caught him in strong arms, holding him steady and close.

"Not an ideal place to take a tumble, pet. Come along, let's get you off the street," he said softly, his voice soothing as it cut through the thick fog of crackling magic that seemed to linger in the air.

Date: 2017-08-28 11:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wandandawolf
Magic wasn't something wizards were supposed to think about. It was something you did; something you used. That was all. It was controlled through wards and wands; those who used magic more freely, who were of magic, such as the goblins, the house elves, the centaurs - even the werewolves - they were all a little suspect and frankly unBritish, to say nothing of inhuman.

So Remus mostly squared his shoulders and tried to ignore it. Uncontrolled power was always dangerous power: it was spontaneous and primal. While it made the wolf in him a little less angry, it also made it louder, his reflexes a bit quicker, mood a touch more protective and playful than normal for this time of the month. He'd taken to repeating snatches of poetry in his mind as a way of keeping calm: mostly T S Eliot. It wasn't exactly a Zen koan, but it would do.

He'd seen Felix up ahead, and approached him from behind, glad for the distraction - at which point Felix sagged, and Remus lunged, and ended up with a rather tall wizard in his arms. A few passersby stopped and gawked, and Remus had told them firmly not to just stand there, but help him! - and so with one lugging Felix's feet, the pair of them had gotten Felix to the nearest bench. Remus had thanked the young woman, assured them his friend would be fine, even as he reached to place fingers along the inside of Felix's wrist, to check his pulse, peer at his pupils, loosen his collar. He was almost clinical about it, but then his mother had been a nurse.

Date: 2017-08-29 01:26 am (UTC)
harrowgate: by honeybread (vulnerable)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Everything was a very confusing blur to Felix just then, though a sense of relief cut through it all when he distantly felt himself supported by something, or someone, with more strength than he had just then. His entire body seemed made of lead, filled up with weight, leaving no room for anything else. Not even his magic...

When he realized that he could barely feel his own magic, the constant companion and reassurance he'd known every minute of his life since he was fourteen years old, a blind panic seized him. He froze in the sure grip of the arms holding him, his pulse suddenly racing as his eyes flew open and he struggled to make sense of what he was feeling and seeing. In that moment, the man holding him was a complete stranger, and Felix stared at him in terrified incomprehension, unable to move.

Date: 2017-08-29 01:37 am (UTC)
harrowgate: by honeybread (vulnerable)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
The last thing Felix recalled clearly had been looking up at the stars and wondering where the day had gone. When he next recognized being conscious, he was seated, and it was still dark, but someone was touching him and he didn't know why. His pulse had been steady and vital in the moments he'd sat still enough for Remus to check, which was good, because as he came to Felix jerked his hand away and pulled both hands up defensively to his chest. Curled up, shoulders hunched, he seemed nothing more than a child who expected to be struck at any moment.

After the span of a breath, Felix realized what he was doing, and he blinked his eyes open slowly. His shoulders started to relax, but he peered at the man beside him in utter bewilderment. "... Remus?"

Date: 2017-08-29 02:44 am (UTC)
pecked_by_birds: (<_< ??)
From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"It's alright, dove. You're alright," Prometheus assured him, studying him a beat and then flexing his power a little. He still didn't use it as much as he once had, he was always worried using his power might attract unwanted attention from those back home- The young wizard was clearly in distress though, and Prometheus acted without thought as he flexed time and space around them. It was something he'd not done in a very long time. Something he'd likely not do again soon. ...But in an instant they were tucked away in the old flat above his shop, and he was lowering Felix onto an old but fine looking sofa.

"You may feel a touch sea sick," he warned. "Apologies for that."

Honestly, he wasn't certain how lucid the wizard was, and he took a step back to see how he'd react- If he reacted at all.

Date: 2017-08-29 03:45 am (UTC)
harrowgate: by etherbunny (hmm?)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Maybe Felix had hallucinated that first waking moment of flashback-level fright, outdoors and in the grip of a stranger, for now he was stable and seated. Maybe even safe. Maybe... but now the world was tilting dangerously, and Felix pulled away from the presence of another person and into the sofa that felt solid and real. He was exposed, he was vulnerable, and...

Oh, hells, without his magic he was completely defenseless. Twelve years old again, and at the mercy of anyone who laid a hand on him.

Felix looked like a caged animal when his eyes snapped open and he tried to remember where he knew that face from. "You... you're... Robin's... n-no. Prometheus?"

Date: 2017-08-29 08:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"I am," Prometheus nodded, moving to fill the kettle and placing it on the stove.

"No need to be frightened, darling. Take your time, gather up your ashes, your flame will ignite again when it's ready," he murmured, though he was speaking mostly to comfort the young wizard, rather than actually say anything.

Date: 2017-08-30 03:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex
Hex was off work. It was so bloody nice working for MI6 and not having to take on the long bloody shifts anymore. He liked being a medic, liked being a nurse, but this steady shift with a steady time of clocking out was a wonderful thing.

He was walking to the tube when the ir felt weird. He wasn't too keen on magic, even after being around Fin and all. He just didn't notice. But at the top of the stairs for the stop he looked down and there were bodies. Bodies upon bodies stacked like cord wood and falling in upon the gap. It was just like on Colony 34 and Hex could see them, he could smell them. It was horrifying.

And then it was gone.

Just a vision, he thought. Just one of those odd things. But he couldn't bring himself to go down there...just in case.

Instead, he stood on the curb to call an Uber and wait. Things in London were getting weirder and weirder and it seemed like no one noticed.

Date: 2017-08-30 03:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
His flame... his magic. It wasn't gone, but it wasn't there the way he expected it to be, the way it had been for the last decade and more of his life. Felix was too exhausted to panic, and so the helplessness of his current state settled into his chest like a lead weight of fear. "How did I get... where are we?"

Date: 2017-08-31 12:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"Apologies, I may have tampered with space and time for just a moment. I didn't think you were fit to walk," Prometheus said. "I didn't think about it at the time, but that likely didn't help how you're currently feeling."

Date: 2017-08-31 03:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix rested his spinning head in his hands, though he tried to watch Prometheus through his fingers -- caught between his own exhaustion and his inability to trust anyone trying to take care of him. "What..." he tried, but realized blurrily that what do you want with me? was perhaps not a productive question. Instead he tried, "Why... am I here?"

Date: 2017-08-31 10:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"I just thought you might prefer to land on a sofa rather than cement," Prometheus shrugged. "I can take you back, if you like, petal... You don't seem to be in any fit state to be alone though," he added as the kettle came to a boil.

Date: 2017-08-31 10:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin could feel the magic in the air, it pricked at his skin, provoking him. Even with his hooded jumper wrapped tight around himself, he could feel it, smell it... Taste it.

He was just about to head down to the tube to make his way home when he spotted Hex though, and he took his hood down as he approached the other man.

"Alright, Hex?" he asked. It had been a while since they last spoke, but to Fin no amount of time passed could weaken the friendship they shared.

Date: 2017-08-31 11:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex

"What? No, erm, sorry," he said, his fingers fumbling his phone and turning on the camera by mistake. He closed it again. "There's something down there, Fin. I'm going to get an Uber. Ride with me. Don't go down there."

Date: 2017-09-01 12:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"What do you mean? What's going on?" Fin asked, his voice lowering as he did his best to hide the way he shuddered slightly as a chill ran up his spine.

Date: 2017-09-01 01:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex

"You'll think I'm mad," he said hesitantly, but then realized if anyone would believe him it would be Fin. "There were bodies. I've seen them before. Bodies stacked like cord-wood, waiting to be used as fuel. Hundreds of them. Thousands. I can't go down there and drown in them again."

Date: 2017-09-01 01:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin nodded a bit, because of course he believed Hex. He always would.

"Could be something nasty though. ...An illusion created by another creature. I should look. If there's something down there... It could hurt someone."

Date: 2017-09-01 01:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex

"Oh my God, Fin...please don't," he begged, though he knew that it was the right thing to do. He ought to investigate himself, but it was all just so...It was so real. And he wasn't sure he could stomach it again.

He screwed up his courage, though.

"If you go, I'll go too. I'll not let you go alone."

Date: 2017-09-01 01:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin nodded a little, giving the other man's shoulder a firm squeeze. "Let me go first, alright? It'll be safer for me. Stay close though, if something attacks, we're better off together."

Date: 2017-09-01 02:03 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex

His stomach squirmed, knotted, then uncoiled only to squirm again. He followed Fin down.

There was nothing there to see. Only tile walls and sickeningly bright fluorescent lighting. No bodies, no damp.

He still moved cautiously, though.

Maybe it was all in me head," he said.

Date: 2017-09-01 02:04 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (more than just bedhead)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"I don't know, Hex. ...There's something thick in the air tonight. Magic, you know? Not like any I know, something... Off. I can feel it. I can smell it even," Fin confessed.

Date: 2017-09-01 02:14 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex

"Maybe we should just go back up top," he suggested with an air of urgency. "I don't want to be around when the walls come crashing in."

Date: 2017-09-01 04:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix didn't want to be alone, though if he could have chosen his company, this was not what he would have selected. His panic was subsiding, but he still wasn't thinking clearly. "I remember coming out of the Mirador, but then... I... I blacked out?" He frowned, unable to remember. That blank stretch in his memory, however brief, was almost more frightening than the blank patch where his magic should be.

"You... didn't have to help me," Felix realized out loud. "You don't even like me."

Date: 2017-09-01 02:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"I don't?" Prometheus asked. "Or am I just not as charmed by you as most undoubtedly are?"

He shrugged then, indicating it didn't much matter either way, and brought over two mugs of tea. He held one out in offering to Felix, then sank down lazily into a chair beside him.

"I'm not expert on wizards, petal, but it would seem whatever enchanting energy is currently coursing through London doesn't agree with you at all."
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