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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[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't do Facebook, but that didn't matter because it seemed like literally every other being on the planet did. Noise came from the phones of everyone around him, which was annoying, but not the end of the world. It was little more than a nuisance- Right up until the moment he heard his own voice. It was a video of him doing promo for the theatre where he'd gotten his start. ...Embarrassing, but not totally cringe worthy.

No, the cringe came when someone's phone started playing a sex scene he'd done for a horror mini series he'd done years ago.

It was about then that he spotted Crowley. "This is your doing?" he asked as he approached the demon's table.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, yes," the demon said, wearing a Proud smile. "Isn't it lovely? But really, Facebook touches so many lives. How could I resist messing people around a bit?" he chuckled as he took a drag.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I could live without hearing my voice blaring out of people's pockets. Don't suppose you could stop it for a while?" he asked, inviting himself to sit. That seemed like the best negotiation tactic here. Crowley might take a break from causing mass annoyance if he had someone singular to focus on.

Maybe.

[sauntereddownward]

"I can't just shut it off, lad. It's in the code," he replied, but then he snapped his fingers and the nearest cell towers all shorted out. He grinned as people began to curse their lack of service entirely.

"What an absolutely scrumptious day, don't you think?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

It wasn't perfect, but it was something.

"Is it?" he asked flatly. "Feels kinda shit, if you ask me."

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, I'm delighting in a job well done. You? Perhaps you should get that curse off your back and have a bit of fun yourself," he drawled, following the words with another deep drag.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"...How do you know about that?" Fin asked, narrowing his eyes and putting his coffee down on the table.

[sauntereddownward]

"It's obvious, innit?" Crowley replied. "Your magic's all constipated. It's as obvious as those awful shoes."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"My shoes are cool, alright? Who doesn't like converse? As for my magic, this isn't a curse or constipation. ...It's like a brace. It's helping it get back in alignment," Fin replied, shaking his head.

[sauntereddownward]

"But you were utterly delightful, what with bleeding Lust everywhere and driving people mad. Pity that's bottled up," the demon lamented as he stubbed out his fag and immediately lit another.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Crowley, even you told me that was dangerous. You warned me to keep it inside," Fin reminded him, pointing at the other being and then picking up his mug again.

[sauntereddownward]

"Ohh, who listens to me," he pooh-poohed. "I was so hoping for a bit more destruction from you, Fin. I do believe you are much safer now, for what that's worth. Do you like returning to being dull?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's better than being stalked and kidnapped, so I'll take it," Fin replied quietly. "Crowley, I know this evil stuff is basically your job, and I can respect that even when it pisses me off, but don't pick at that scab. I'm already low, kick me too hard and I don't know if I'll still be here for you to play with later."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley pushed out his bottom lip in a mocking pout for a moment, then tucked his cigarette between his lips and fished in his pockets for a moment. He came out with a little velvet bag. He handed it to Fin.

"I'm Evil, but I'm not utterly heartless. Here, lad. Take this and carry it with you for a while. Give it back when you're done."

The bag looked like it was filled with stones and hung heavy between Crowley's pinched fingers. But when he laid it in Fin's hand it was light as a feather. And warm.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Magic rocks?" Fin asked, looking confused. "What's this going to do, Crowley? Turn me blue? Make my fingers drop off?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Hardly," he said. Crowley waved his hand and said as absently as possible, "It's an Angel feather. Carry it a while and see what luck you have."

It was a tremendous gift, but the demon acted as if it were nothing more meaningful than bumming Fin a fag. But he knew what he was doing. He was very close to doing something Good. Which wasn't unheard of...he just wasn't very skilled at it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin could tell that this was an act of kindness, and he trod carefully.

"I'm not sure luck will help, Crowley. That's not what's going on with me," he admitted.

[sauntereddownward]

"Carry it and see," he urged. "If you ask me, you could use all the help you can get."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked at the bag a moment longer, then shook his head as he held it back out to Crowley.

"I won't thank you, because who knows what you'll do if you think that I think you're being nice, but I will politely decline. Thanks, but no. I don't want any more magic in my life right now. I'm kinda full to the brim."

[sauntereddownward]

"Faerie magic is chaos," Crowley said but didn't take the gift back. Made no move to do so in the slightest. "You're all so wild, and you...you're so shiny and new. It must be agony for you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin left the bag on the table, sitting between them.

"I won't pretend everything's hunky-dory, but I can't blame it all on magic. I was a mess long before my fae blood woke up. ...I mean, I was dead, remember? ...Undead. Whatever."

He considered the demon for a moment, then tilted his head. "What's your magic like, Crowley? How does it effect your life? Are you happy? Are you sad, hurting, lost? You seem fine, but you're also annoyingly hard to read."

[sauntereddownward]

"My magic is my very being, Finlay. It is as it has always been. Am I happy? I believe I am. I am certainly happy today having achieved such a feat. I'm good at being Bad And my magic is Bad. So I'm good at being me. Perhaps that's your problem, dear boy. It's not the magic, it's that you've no idea who you are," Crowley replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I've considered that," Fin admitted, nodding a little. "I mean, I know what I am, I know my title, but... I'm a bit lost, I suppose."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley stubbed out his cigarette and lit another, the butt of the first nowhere to be found.

"Do tell," he said, leaning in to listen. He was so sure of himself he'd never stopped to consider what it must be like to not have a firm grasp on oneself.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"When I first moved to London, I knew exactly who and what I was. I wanted to act, and I did it. I slept in gutters, crashed on couches, and went to every audition I could get into. ...Now I'm a fae prince who used to be undead, and I don't know what my goals are," Fin shrugged. "And I'm clearly a mess, or I'd not be telling you, of all people, all of this."