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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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And here was Jayne Cobb spending his day like he spent most of them...drunk.

He had lost his way from the bar and was trying to find it again on route home. But for now he was shuffling along looking frustrated and grumpy while clutching a half empty bottle.

Pixie heard some shuffling behind her and turned around to see...that.

She quirked up an eyebrow and fluttered over to him, her black eyes wide with curiosity.

"Umm. Are you okay?"

No, Jayne. That is not the green fairy.

This particular hall was new to Starfire too. She passed between statues of legendary beings of all shapes and sizes, noting the switches at the base. What a strange thing to find, switches that apparently did nothing.

Shrugging, she slipped over a few heads and made her way to another girl exploring the area. Not even the glittery substance she wielded seemed able to produce an effect.

"Is that a spellcasting ritual?" Starfire asked, her bulging green eyes the very picture of almost-creepy curiosity.

Probably almost as creepy as Pixie's large black eyes. The only time irises could be seen in those was when she was locked in magical combat of some sort - they tended to be bright pink.

"Hi!" Pixie brightly greeted Starfire. "And no. Nothing of the sort. The dust just makes people...see things." Pixie shrugged. "I was bored, so I thought I'd just dust up some pretty, you know?"

Starfire giggled, floating closer to the statue and poking it. "What does it make people see? The future?"

Whatever it was, it certainly was pretty.

"I actually don't know? It depends on a bunch of stuff, I guess. It doesn't work on me, so..." Pixie shrugged. "But I guess anything from rainbows and unicorns and teddy bears to, like, Mephisto stealing away your freshly squeezed orange juice? None of it is prophetic or anything."

Starfire darted around the statue, admiring the look of the dust. "Then it is an illusion," she thought, still happy to learn more about another new crew member.

"Have you found anything of interest here?"

Pixie grinned and lifted herself off of the ground, her iridescent wings flapping gently. "There's a ton of statues," she said, nodding her head. "Most of them from Earth? But there's like a ton I don't even recognize. Which...okay, so I didn't really look at art back home. But still." She held out her hand to Starfire, then. "I'm Megan, but most people call me Pixie."

"I was hoping to find something familiar," Starfire trailed off wistfully, quickly shifting into smile-mode when the introduction began.

"I am Koriand'r, translated in this tongue as Starfire," she smiled, completing the handshake. "It is always an honor to meet others, though I wonder why we have not seen each other before. What is your role?"

She absorbed new information like a sponge.

"Let's take a look," Pixie gently suggested. Familiarity was a good thing. Pixie herself had been excited when she'd found the X-Mansion...only to see that a river was literally running through it. "Maybe you might find something? After all, not all of us are from Earth, so...you never know." She grinned, then. "Both of your names are really beautiful," she said. "I don't...really have a role? I mean. Except for being here." She tilted her head. "What's your role?"

"I am simply a combatant," Starfire answered, starting to search the statues. She stroked the faces of one with three heads, eyes wide in wonder. "I belong to an organization of teen heroes known as the Outsiders. We hope to live, train, and fight at each others' sides."

She tilted her head and glanced at Pixie. "Do you have special items other than the dust, Pixie?"

"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.

"Megan?" Sofia couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. "Is that you?"

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.

"If by 'is that you' you mean is that - SOFIA!" Pixie squealed. Sofia had been behind her when she'd spoken, and Pixie hadn't really put two and two together. She shivered excitedly, pixie dust going this way and that before launching herself right at Sofia. "Sofia!"

Sofia nearly flung herself at Pixie too, pulling her in a tight hug. "Oh, I am so glad to see you! You have no idea!" Her words were quickly strung together in time.

Pixie hugged Sofia back just as hard. "I do, I do, I do!" Pixie squealed. "Because I am too!" Pixie had known that Sofia was on board, but since being GLaDOS'd, she hadn't been able to see her, which had sucked in so many ways. "This just made my I-don't-know-what-time-of-day-it-is!"

Jayne blinked once, twice, rubbed his eyes.

Yep, there's a fairy there.

"S'fine." He slurred and tossed away his bottle straightening up. "Just...lookin' round."

No need to let the hallucination know he was lost.

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?"

"Looking around for...?" Pixie asked. "I can help?" Oh, he's not hallucinating yet...but Pixie can change that if he wants her to.

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So sorry about the lateness ^_^;;;

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Awww! <3! No worries! :)