"The world's smallest violin really needs an audience, so let me play my violin for you..." (x)
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New Origin of the Pixies chapter today!
Chapter 43 - “Letters and Numbers”
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Start from Chapter 1
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Since Sanderson came into his adult wings last chapter, it was only a matter of time before his younger coworkers did too. Tensions rise as Longwood and Smith begin to assert their dominance, and H.P. does what he can to ensure his position as Head Pixie remains secure.
Next time we see these kids, we'll be off to war...
(First 1,000 words under the cut)
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Letters and Numbers
Spring of the Yellow Tailfeathers
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Longwood hovered by the tram station, his shades pushed into his hair and his arms crossed. As I drifted up to join him, I raised an admittedly exaggerated brow. "And you're absolutely sure you don't want me to call your Refracted counterpart?"
"I am."
"You realize that after today, you can never enter a Daoist shrine again. Without her kiss as a juvenile, you're impure. Your window of opportunity will have closed. If you ever want in again, you'll have to travel to the High Kingdom and meet on her territory."
"I get it, H.P." He smiled thinly. "I'm Zodii. I'm all Zodii."
I suppressed my sigh. "All right. No ceremonial coming of age kiss. Well, if we're not going to be spending the evening witnessing a dance, I'm glad we're going out instead." I picked up my coat and pulled it on while Sanderson watched from the stairs. "Where do you fancy? Preferably someplace with soda."
Longwood sized me up with a rueful sideways glance. "H.P., I'm 164,000. Adult wings or not, I can't legally drink for 25,000 years."
"… Right. I knew that. So where do you want to go? Hawkins and I went hiking, and Wilcox and I spent the weekend soaring above the cloudlands as geese. You and I have to go somewhere- anywhere you want. A getaway for just the two of us. That's Pixie tradition."
"I want to go to the Leaves Temple and present myself before Thurmondo."
Oh. I wrinkled my nose. "Um. That place by the Frozen Garden Palace? That's what you want? Am I even allowed to go there?"
Longwood nodded. "You're allowed to be on the lower two levels. The echo chamber is on the top floor. H.P., I know you don't believe, but I want you to come and meditate with me. That's my birthday wish."
I watched his face for any hint of ulterior motives. "What exactly do you plan to do while I'm there?"
"Just pray, and think, and listen. It's the Temple of Curiosity. It's sort of a play area up front for the nymphs and pups, and more of a museum in the back. Lots of little puzzles to fiddle with and solve. You'll like it."
"Okay. If that's what you want." I glanced over my shoulder. "Sanderson, you're in charge. No parties."
"Yes, sir."
We took the pilgrimage without magic as best as we could. I would've been content to ping there and be done with it, but Longwood insisted on the trams. At least using magic on the way home wasn't against their self-imposed rules. Longwood and I arrived in Cornflower City on Wednesday, then paid the temple a visit in the morning. I'd glimpsed the temple in passing: lush plants that betray the frosty outdoors and all of that. I'd never been inside before. Longwood walked me to the door. We entered together.
The noise hit me first. Longwood led onward and we stepped from the hall into an enormous brightly lit room.
"Holy chaos…"
Everything was a puzzle. The floor. The walls. The tables and chairs. Puzzles of cloudland cities. Puzzles of the Rainbow Bridge. Puzzles of famous monuments. Puzzles of planets. Puzzles of farms, animals, factories…
I turned a full circle, sliding my hands up to grasp my hat. Mazes of wire. Mirrors that alter your appearance in nonsensical ways. Children's toys strewn all over the ground (Ah, so that's how the Zodii lure you in young). Fairy nymphs and Anti-Fairy pups raced and poofed back and forth, shrieking and chortling as they zipped from one place to another. Amused parents sat on benches along the walls.
Longwood looked at me, awaiting any further reaction on my part. "If it's too much, sir, on the other side of the room, there's a door that leads into the meditation hall. It's quieter there."
I squinted. There was laughter, and crying. Bright construction paper. Train sets with engines and tracks. Interactive wall panels. Tunnels. Slides. Climbing bars. Trampolines. Squishy blue mats. Ringing rainbow xylophones. Spinning hoops. Wooden blocks. Sports balls. Foam balls. Toy blasters to fire those foam balls. Adventure quests and target games you could work your way through with a pretend wand in hand. Scoreboards?
It was every doctor's office waiting room, playground, splash pad, nymph gymnasium, and socializing nursery I'd ever imagined contained under one roof. My awareness zinged in a thousand directions at once, trying to track every rapidly moving kid, shot ball, and thrown toy. Every toenail, every hair, every dust flake, every skin cell.
Howls of pain. Bruises? Blood? Snot? Barf? Pee? There was no way to know what wild kids did when ducking through the tunnels and enriching themselves where adults couldn't see them. I am almost positive everything in there was liable to give you some contagious disease at the simplest brush of your hand. Nothing in there was sanitary. Nothing in there was safe. It wasn't right.
"Longwood," I whispered, "I can't do this. I can't stay in here. Nothing in here is organized. I'm going to have a meltdown. In front of all these people."
"Really?" He looked again around the Temple. "I thought you'd like solving the puzzles and filling in the coloring sheets."
"I will. Oh, I will. Longwood, I'm glad you have the ability to focus on just one thing at a time. To set up just three of a hundred dominos, to rotate a wheel filled with beads just half a turn, to flip an hourglass over when it hasn't timed out, to roll a play cloudcar a short ways across the floor, and then move on with your life."
I met his gaze, tugging my hat lower. "But if you start me on this, I swear I am not leaving until every one of these puzzles is done at the same time, and stabilized that way. And I do not care how many nymphs or full-grown adults I have to bowl over to do so. Either let me absolutely loose, or get me out of here- now."
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Matilda: I can’t believe you talked me into this.
Mia: C’mon, would it be so terrible to bump into Triss?
Matilda: Horrendous.
Mia: Psh, you want to see him-.. besides, I need a tan and a fling with a hot Tartosan goddess.
Matilda: And Ivan?
Mia: Ivan just needs a damn break.
[Matilda folded her arms in silent protest, though still nodded in agreement]
Mia: You’ve could’ve bloody replied, couldn’t you? Chatted, maybe gotten his number, an email-.. but noooo, you’ve gotta be stubborn n’ make me drag you across the ocean like we’re in some shitty romcom.
Matilda: So, you agree it’s gonna be shitty?
Mia: Ough-.. if it all goes to shit at least we’ll be on holiday; don’t be scared.
Matilda: I’m not scared.
Mia: Uh-huh, sure. I brought plenty of factor fifty and there’s a barf bag right there just in case, don’t worry.
Matilda: God, you’re annoying.
Mia: Yeah, but you love me-.. pot kettle black anyway, bitch!
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Pixie: Why isn’t daddy coming?
Ivan: Well.. he’s got some stuff t’do, remember?
[Pixie shrugged absently, fiddling with Ivan’s sunglasses]
Ivan: Y’remember what we talked about, right?
[Pixie nodded reluctantly as Ivan poked her cheek]
Ivan: It might just be me n’ you for a while, you okay wi’ that?
Pixie: I guess-.. Judie too?
Ivan: Aye, on weekends.
Pixie: Okay…
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there making another fop
I've heard! I'm not sure what the status is on it right now, but I saw some concept art almost a year ago, I think. For all I know, it might have started airing, but I haven't been keeping up with it (Not even sure where).
I'm not enthusiastic about the idea, but I don't love being negative on my fandom blog, so I haven't said anything, and if I do say positive things after watching it, there are some uneasy roots beneath. Based on what I've seen, I'm not impressed, but I've heard rumors that they're bringing the Pixies back (about 16 years since their last episode iirc), and if that's true then I've pumped. I miss them so much.
I think I heard there was time travel involved in the new series, something about the future, and if they've killed off H.P. and Sanderson's taken over as Head Pixie, I'm gonna go feral.
All I want is pathetic lapdog Sanderson, H.P defending his title as the sassiest character in all Fairly OddParents, and a reference to a 37-year plan, and I'll be content.
If you are not going to put Sanderson in charge of all the universe's magical paperwork just to have him peace out and run off to another singing competition, then what is even the point. smh. "Fairy Idol," my beloved.
I have serious doubts that a new crew of writers will take the time to study or even want to keep all of H.P.'s subtleties, so his sass is probably on the chopping block in favor of easy dull and gray stereotypes... but I will always love that stupid man who offered Fairy World in a mini golf gamble, nearly bailed 5 seconds later because he changed his mind and wanted to go to a rave, and proceeded to lose to a 10-year-old despite the fact he was cheating the entire time.
Even before Jorgen showed up, H.P. was losing that entire match, and this was after bragging about how skilled he is because "he's magic." He's the best. He's so cocky and so, so silly. I love him.
He spent 37 years taking over the world and immediately after he did, he got drunk, went home, and sat in his hot tub. His job is to fill all the magical paperwork, but he flits around calling people "Meat" and "Dude" and he likes to break dance while wearing a full business suit.
He used a newborn as a yo-yo once. He likes robots, pizza, setting his godson up on dates, and giving stupid nicknames to important heads of state. He makes Sanderson carry him, but he'll be the one to carry Anti-Cosmo. His idea of an evil plan is prank-calling you and saying "Hi" while he stands two feet away. He's scared of Mama Cosma. His henchmen are daycare workers who sing songs and wear pink. His hat is also a pen. He's the world's most perfect man <3
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