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GP - Wild Magic 2: Chaotic Evil Boogaloo

London was a magic epicenter of sorts. Between doors to The Otherside, dormant and active portals, and an active wizarding community, it was a hub of energy, more so now than it had been for quite some time. The city was experiencing a magical renaissance of sorts- Which sounded lovely and made it a prime place to be for those exploring and studying magical energies, but wasn't so wonderful for London's more 'normal' sorts.

Magic didn't care if you were a dark lord or a banker, if it liked you, it liked you- And it was impossible to guess who it would like.

Today magic energy was at an all time high. Another blip in the usually somewhat steady stream of power that flowed through the streets. As a result, odd things were afoot- From mischievous inconveniences, to darker disruptions. Unlike the portals, these bothers were a touch more subtle, creeping up unseen on the unsuspecting.

Last time around the magic had seemed lighthearted and playful- And some of it still was, but... There was an intensity to some of it this time, harking back to the troubles that seemed to roll around every Halloween now. Something wicked was caught in the current, and while it wasn't out to harm everyone, it did seem keen to target a few.

(OTA. Just like the last time, the magic can affect your pup however you see fit. Unlike last time, however, some of the magic has taken a darker turn. It doesn't have to do something wicked to your pup, of course, but the option is there now. This post will be open from 7/18-7/28 or longer if needed. Tag in, tag others, and check back often.)

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Pippa had been keeping an eye on Twitter since she'd received Fin's postcard. It had mostly been silent. Every now and again an American who knew who he was would say they'd spotted him on the train or some such. But today the SMS was blowing up comparatively. In an hour she'd gotten seven messages that he'd been spotted at Heathrow and then later at a salon. Pip had set out to his flat, and finding nothing there she let her magic reach out. She was getting better at this, but the only time she had any real success she was proud of was when she was trying to connect with Fin. Then it was so powerful it nearly took her breath away.

She knew his favorite pub and found her way there. Outside she spotted Fin stopped on the street. She was overjoyed, and yet a bit angry with him. She couldn't tell if she wanted to hug him or kick him. Or both.

Pip got closer and magic tickled all over her skin, like bubbles in a jacuzzi. She rubbed her forearm and looked around, but then she was by Fin and she threw her arms around to hug him.

"You're a basterd. I was so worried, Fin," she said.

The embrace snapped him out of his odd little trance, and he blinked in surprise before relaxing a little.

"I didn't mean to worry you. It was just a vacation, Pip," he said softly. "I sent a postcard, didn't you get it?" he asked.

"I did," she nodded. "How very old fashioned. You couldn't have called? You couldn't have answered when I called?" she scolded, still holding him tightly. Her magic reached out to his to tangle with it and feel that he was alright.

"I needed space, Pip. Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I am, but- I'm a grown man, Pip. I don't need fussing over," Fin sighed, letting his magic tangle with hers, then carefully pulling away.

"Do you want to get a pint? A meal? I'm starving, honestly," he admitted, realising now he couldn't remember when he last ate.

"I'd love to. I'm hungry and the air out here is making me uncomfortable. I feel like something might get away from me. Let's get inside," she replied.

Nodding, Fin grabbed the door and held it open for them both. It was an odd time of day, and the place was mostly empty. A few drinkers had bellied up to the bar, but there were plenty of tables. Fin headed for one near the back, always looking for that extra bit of privacy. He loved his work, he loved acting, but he could live without the spotlight when he wasn't on camera or on stage.

A server gestured that he'd be right over, and Fin took the opportunity to deliver news he wouldn't mind having an interruption during.

"Will's moved out," he said, toying with a napkin that had been left on the table.

Pippa still harboured a tremendous amount of ill will for the fae prince, but she'd promised Fin she'd lay off. And she could see that he brother was in no shape for a fight. Pip wasn't always the most compassionate person and she knew it...but things were different when it came to Fin.

She reached over and covered his hand.

"How do you feel about that?" she asked.

"I left first, didn't I?" Fin replied- But that was a disingenuous answer, and he was sure Pippa knew it.

Sighing, he leant back in his seat, running his thumb over the abused edge of the wooden table, feeling every bump, ding and scratch left behind by the people who'd sat here before them over the years. How did he feel? He wasn't sure. Nothing... Maybe too many things.

"I left, because... The walls were caving in, you know? Our lives were being lived in this little box where we were both so dependent on one another that we couldn't see how we were destroying one another- And we were, Pip. I know he was a right bastard, and I know you hate him, but it went both ways. In the end I was hurting him too. Now he's gone and I- I'm afraid, I guess. I don't know how to exist on my own anymore. I tried in New York, and- I don't know how well I did, if I'm honest. ...At the same time though, it's good. It's good. We need to be apart for a while. I think we both need to find ourselves again."

"You were on your own for so long, Fin. You were fine before you met him. I know your heart and all, but you made it through your days. You're strong. A survivor. You don't need him or anyone," she said.

"And for what it's worth, you're really not alone. Not alone in the world. You've got friends. You've got me. You've got your career and fans. A lot of people love you, Fin. I think you're right. It's good."

The server came over, and Fin ordered a pint and a plate of chips- Then, as an after thought, a burger as well. He waited for Pip to order as well, and didn't speak until they were alone again.

"I feel really alone," he admitted. "And that's not a slight on you or anyone else, I just- I do."

Pippa ordered a burger, too, and a diet coke. She was starving and her mouth watered at the thought of food. But once the server was gone, Fin became a much more pressing problem.

"Well, we can't have that," she said firmly. "Do you want to stay with me? Or I'll stay with you. Or you could invite someone else. I don't want you to be isolated, Fin. Not until you're feeling more yourself."

"No, it's fine. I'm... I guess this is a good opportunity to have the flat remodelled into something more my taste. It's always felt a bit sterile- Maybe I'll have someone come in and rip it all up. Nice wood floors, built ins for my books, plush sofas... This is good. It's good. ...It just doesn't feel good yet is all," Fin admitted.

"It will," she assured him. "Give it time and soon enough everything will fall into place. And until then we'll just have to try to keep your spirits up."

The waitress brought their drinks and Pippa smiled at her.

"Tell me about New York."

"New York was... It was odd. I met another trooping fae, a few, actually, but only one who lives in the mortal realm. Her name's Seren, she's... She's remarkable. She knows so much, Pip. She knows all about magic, about our kind, about everything. I tried to convince her to come to London, but- She wasn't keen. I wish she had though. I wish you could have met her."

More than that though, Fin wished he could spend more time with her. With Seren he'd felt so free. Her independence and strong will had been almost infectious. He missed that feeling nearly as much as he missed her company and her laugh.

Fin's words were like needles. Every fiber of her being was pulled to him, aching to let magic flow.

"You wish," she said, squirming in her seat. "I think...I think you shouldn't say that, Fin."

"Sorry. Sorry I forget," he said softly, rubbing his face. "I only feel it when other people say it. I'll be more careful."

"I'm the same way. I can say it a million times a day, but when I overhear it? It's quite physical how I'm drawn to do something. Though, let's be real, I'm not sure I'd know how to grant a wish. I've been practising and I'm getting much better at controlling my power, but some things are still beyond me," she replied.

"I don't think I want to learn that trick," Fin said softly, rubbing his face and looking down at the table.

"Maybe we only have to be as fae as we want to be, Pip. Maybe being trooping, being scattered, maybe that's an advantage. We don't have to play those games. We don't have to be that way."

"I don't know, Fin. I don't know if I can. Every little thing I learn, I can feel it inside me, like there's so much more. So much power. And I want it. I want to tap into it. But...I'm afraid I'll lose who I am. And I don't think I want to lose this to have that, you know?" Pippa replied, taking a sip of her drink. "But the way it feels? I don't think I have the luxury of choice."

"Well, you are the queen," Fin said softly, almost apologetically. "Maybe it's part of who you are. ...Who you have to be."

"Sadly, I think you're right," Pippa said softly. "It's not all bad. It's just...so much, so fast. Sometimes I wish I could master being a fox the way you do."

Then she laughed lightly.

"I'm sure Ichabod would just be thrilled," she said, thinking of what her iguana would think.

"I wish it was easy to teach," Fin said softly. "All I can say is that you have to focus, and you have to trust your magic. The fox comes easily, but I've learned to be a cat as well- That took a lot more effort."

"What comes easily to me is influencing emotions. Glamours. And controlling the weather," she said. "I can make the wind blow with hardly a thought. I don't need air conditioning anymore, I can simply make my flat cold."

"I can't control the weather. I can cool a room though," Fin smiled, thinking of how he'd taught Seren that trick that night in her boiling hot flat in the city. "The emotion thing though, pip... You need to be cautious with that."

"I've got a much better grasp on it," she assured him. "Now I don't do it on accident, only on purpose, and even then I only do it to make people happy. I had an uber the other day and the driver was so cross with traffic. I gave him just a little nudge and he was much lighter by the time he dropped me off," she said.

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