trans_9 | Flights of Meh-ncy [Open]

Pixie darted around the skyline of the city, quite honestly bored with herself. She supposed that she could have gone to the media library, but really wasn't something she was feeling all that moment, and one could only groove to so many Dazzler tunes in the Sensoriums before getting bored of that as well.

Exhausting all of her resources (and convincing herself that it would be improper to sell people her hallucinogenic pixie dust), Pixie had instead decided to play Tinkerbell. Sure, it was immature, but she had wings, and what better thing to do than circle around this castle or that, pretending to be the famous fairy that Walt Disney had made his mascot so many years ago?

A lot, actually, Megan, Pixie thought to herself as she circled around the Gotham Clocktower before coming down in the statuary.

She hadn't actually seen this place before either, now that she came to think of it. Hopefully, none of the statues here would show her things she would rather not know. She'd had enough of that upstairs.

She landed in front of Luke Skywalker and flipped a switch at its base. Nothing. She flipped it again. Still nothing. Pixie then backed away and sprinkled sparkly pixie dust on the statue. Still nothing, but at least it looked pretty?

Pixie sighed.

She needed something...adventurous.

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"Well..." She looked down at her plantsuit-clad feet for a moment. "There's one thing?" As she concentrated, black and pink smoke and sparkle started to wrap itself around her closed right fist. Then, with a silent poof Pixie's souldagger appeared in her hand. "I have this? It helps me fight against magical things." Pixie could also teleport, using a spell, but its not a power she used often. She preferred the use of her wings.

Starfire smiled, admiring the wings and the power. What a nice dagger. "Is it only effective against magic?"

"Yes," Pixie nodded. "It's...complicated. I had to lose a piece of my soul to be able to do this." Not that it was something she'd agreed to having done to her. But that was a different, longer story.

Ever-curious, Starfire floated closer. Maybe she should have been afraid, but desire to know more won out.

"Did it hurt?"

Pixie looked down, remembering the night when all of that craziness had happened. It wasn't pleasant - none of it. She closed her eyes, remembering how it had felt when she'd found out that part of her soul had been taken, that...

She shuddered.

"It wasn't anywhere close to pleasant." The souldagger dissipated in her hand, going back to the nothingness where it was kept until Pixie called it forth again. "But it's made me stronger." She looked back at Starfire and hugged herself. "I know that sounds odd, that losing a piece of me made me stronger...because I'm not whole. But...I guess it transformed me. Made me have to stand up and fight off the darkness or whatever. You know?" Pixie smiled then. "Sorry. Apparently part of the price of losing a piece of my soul is becoming melodramatic from time to time."

Starfire didn't think it was unnecessarily melodramatic at all. "No, I believe that I understand. Events, as painful as they are, are often tests. By adapting to pass them, we build strength, but I am still very sorry that this happened."

She floated over and offered Pixie a hug, arms open and forward.

Pixie smiled at Starfire and took the hug. Hugs were always good. They meant friendship, and that's what Pixie was all about when she wasn't about dusting people with pixie dust or dancing to Dazzler's greatest(?) hits. Or fighting for the rights of mutantkind everywhere.

"Thank you. I was sorry it happened too but...well. We've been over that." She grinned.

Starfire hugged her tightly (though not bone-crushingly so), a gentle smile on her face. Yes, this girl could be her friend! Maybe, just maybe, if she was lucky.

"We have. So let us discuss happier things! Have you had positive experiences of note?"

"When I woke up with wings and pink hair? Let's be honest - there's nothing more awesome than that," she said in all seriousness. "How about you?"

Starfire gasped. "But that is wonderful! Your hair is lovely, I envy it so much." And from the look on her face, she wanted to style it too. But she'd wait to attempt that until they knew each other reasonably well.

"I have begun to encounter new friends after a long period of solitude. I...am hopeful that we can begin as friends."

Back home, around the X-Mansion, Pixie had had the reputation of being a fun-loving, perky, friendly girl. "I would love to be friends, Starfire," Pixie said. "Why...were you in solitude?"

Starfire bowed her head. "I withdrew from crew activities because I did not wish to be seen. I felt that I had failed in maintaining our happiness, but now I wish to give it another attempt."

Sigh. "It is...complicated. As the months wore on, I have come to believe that our situation is far grimmer than I first imagined it. We now have a partial key to the mystery of the Ohm, but I am...frightened."

"Second attempts are a good thing," Pixie nodded. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again and all that." She bit her lip and listened to the last part. She hadn't known about any of that. "...what about the partial key is frightening? Or is it something else that frightens you?"

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