GP - Wild Magic 2: Chaotic Evil Boogaloo

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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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[sauntereddownward]

"You'll not be able to turn it off. I've seen to that," Crowley said with some measure of Pride. "You'll have better luck if you just give in and let the autoplay into your heart, wizard," he chuckled.

[harrowgate]

"What do you get out of causing moderate annoyances for human beings?" Felix snapped, scowling down at the screen. How long could one unintelligible pop song be? Now he was afraid to scroll further, lest something else start assailing his ears and sensibilities.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, my dear boy, I get immense job satisfaction," he purred, looking quite smug as he lifted his cigarette to take a casual drag.

[harrowgate]

"What's the going rate of pay for large quantities of human annoyance? Is it more or less than selective, manipulative individual telepathy?" Felix sliced off each word with a razor-sharp tongue.

Finally frustrated to a terminal degree by the noise, the wizard touched a fingertip to the charging port of the tablet, and summoned his magic. It was a short but immediate effect, draining enough of the stored electricity in the battery to shut the device off entirely.

[sauntereddownward]

"Individual? Individual? You shut your filthy mouth. I would on the broad spectrum, lad. This little manifestation has brought chaos to billions. Not bad for one day's work, I should say," he replied Proudly.

[harrowgate]

"Do you want to be congratulated?" Felix asked, lifting his chin so he could look down his nose at Crowley. Oh, he knew he was playing with fire -- perhaps literally -- but he just couldn't let the insufferable creature win. "What of your friend, the one with the book store? Is he proud of you?"

[sauntereddownward]

"He's far too Virtuous for such a Sin," Crowley said, pooh-poohing the question with a wave of his hand. "He doesn't even know how the Internet works so, honestly, he won't even be impressed."

[harrowgate]

Felix didn't know enough about Crowley to get under his skin -- not that he wanted to know much more about the creature that claimed to be a demon and Felix couldn't be sure wasn't one after all. "So, you've annoyed and infuriated millions of people. What do you get, then? Extra succubi in Hell?"

[sauntereddownward]

Satisfaction in a job well done, pet," Crowley replied. "Surely you feel the same when you do whatever it is you do."

[harrowgate]

"My assignments don't result in large-scale human fury," said Felix dryly. In all honesty, the work he did for the Mirador was a means to an end only. His own personal studies and projects -- which rarely saw returns for anyone but Felix -- were his true work and his true passion. "Also, they pay me."

[sauntereddownward]

"To be paid serves your Greed. I approve," Crowley said. "When I corrupt more souls, damning so many at once, my reward is that they leave me alone."

[harrowgate]

Felix frowned even more deeply. He didn't see greed as one of his primary sins. Well, at least Crowley had given Felix a hint at how to annoy him in return. "I beg your pardon. Are you insinuating you think my soul is bound for Hell?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I'm sure it is, wizard. Trollop like you? Damned already. You're of little interest to me," he said dismissively.

[harrowgate]

"Trollop?" Intellectually, Felix knew that getting ruffled would only please Crowley, but emotionally, instinctively, he struggled. His gaze clouded over with temper, but he brushed back his hair and leaned back in his seat with his drink. "Points for vocabulary, but not creativity. Questioning my sexual morality only shows you've read the gossip rags. It's passé."

[sauntereddownward]

"While I do enjoy the rags now and again, I don't seem to recall you as a media presence, dear boy. No, you? I can smell it on you. Lust and Greed and Envy. You have the stench of one who delights in pleasures that polite people don't discuss," he said, hissing a bit as he lost sense of himself and slipped a bit to the demonic end of his being.

"Tell me, lad, do you have no shame? You wear your harlotry as obviously as those rings and tattoos."

[harrowgate]

Felix had endured worse, he reminded himself even as he bristled at Crowley's words. He'd endured worse, in word and deed, from someone he thought he'd loved. Crowley didn't matter, Felix tried to remind himself. And yet still his temper flared and he longed to lash out. "I've no use for polite people, nor what they think of me. I can't imagine that's the determination of the weight of a soul. If you conform and judge those who don't, you're good? Everyone else is wicked?"

He forced a laugh. "Come, now. How simplistic."

[sauntereddownward]

"Nothing is ever so simple, wizard. Everything these days is shades of grey. Not to say it's drab, just so indistinct," the demon replied airily. "The determination of the weight of a soul is so much more complex. You can chip away at one, or many, for an entire mortal lifetime and yet, in the end, they could wind up going to the Other Place. Tricky business, what I do. I would so have fun chipping at your soul a while, though," he grinned.

[harrowgate]

"Really?" Felix laughed, short and harsh. "I don't know if I'm flattered or nauseated. You don't seem to think much of me, Crowley. Do you just want to make my sins more interesting?"

[sauntereddownward]

"If you put your back into it your sins could be as interesting as your suit," he replied, then gave a nasty smirk. "Which is a crime in and of itself."

[harrowgate]

Now Crowley had sunk too low. Felix's flamboyant sense of style might have been attention-getting, but he carefully curated and selected his closet, and he knew he was good at it. The paisley-print summer suit and bold contrasting shirt were, now, weapons in Felix's battle against the demon. He was now wearing his clothes at Crowley.

While he bristled, he cast a glance over Crowley's all-black ensemble. "If that's what they wear in Hell, darling, I wouldn't be caught dead there."

[sauntereddownward]

"It is, in fact, not what is worn in Hell. It's a style I've enjoyed for centuries. Black is sssliming," he said. "Mostly in Hell people like you wear flayed skin and tears. For the record."

[harrowgate]

"I'm sure I'll look fantastic in that, as well," said Felix, swift and sharp and tart. His patience was wearing thin and he had no desire to show Crowley how far under his skin he'd crawled. He pushed up from his seat, quite ignoring anything he might have ordered. "Now that you've managed to thoroughly waste my time, I'm afraid I need to be doing literally anything else. Enjoy your quotient of human frustration."