Pixie's Records

Moving

2006-05-06T23:28:00.000+01:00

[Pixie's Records has moved to http://yaviel.wordpress.com]

Entry #80 - Pixie and the Balance

2006-05-05T16:36:00.000+01:00

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Ohh. The tribes are in an uproar again. As if that was something new, something unexpected. *Giggle* They are having fun with each other, so I think I will not interfere. Yet. Well, if I get that bored, I might take my share of the fun. I have as much right to it as they have, don't you think? Bang bang, you're dead.

They are like little butterflies, struggling for the light, fighting each other for it. Even if the light is enough for everyone, they hunt themselves down just for the sake of having the like for their own. Butterflies carrying butterfly nets? That would be a funny sight. Crimson moths, white butterflies, orange ladybugs, green dragonflies... They are all the same. All them tricksters, traitors, assassins, murderers. All them killers. *Cackle*

The Vampires caught Seraphim. Isn't that ironic, the fallen angel taken by the demons? The fallen, repented angel? All that repenting for nothing. Too bad. Cruel demons. The Cigarettes won't be saved by a scarecrow. It is not enough. Demons are sustained by the suffering of the living, and as long as there is life, there is death as well.

I bet the little kitties would like to learn about the situation. They like to play, and they like to pursue little mice out of the sewers, too, I know that. I know. *Chuckle* What if cats and mice join in the frame? What will happen to the demons? And to the white flames? Will they survive? I have to think on this, and make a few calculations. There are many factors at stake, and there is always a pixie balancing everything...

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Entry #79 - Pixie and the Dance

2006-05-02T17:36:00.000+01:00

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How many angels can dance on a pin head?

This should depend on which pin you use, for its head can have different sizes. And there are pins with spherical heads; it should be impossible to dance on top of a sphere, unless you are a bear from the circus. But, after all, what is the Earth but a sphere? We can dance on top of it nonetheless, right? Some with less skill than others, but it is still called dancing. Can we do it because the Earth is not a perfect sphere, but else is squashed on the poles? Maybe that's the reason... Yes, I'm a genius. *Cackle* It is curious, don't you think, my little darling? Yes, I know you do. *Giggle*

So, if you squash a circus ball a bit, everyone could dance on it. (I made a rhyme! This is so funny.) That is the trick the bear tamers use, I believe. But the animals are cute anyway.

Where were we? Oh, right. Angels dancing on a pin head. The pin point would be more thrilling, though. Every time they stumbled on their feet, they would prick themselves on the point. Angelic blood, so precious. Could it be used to save the world, or are we already lost?

The size of the pin head matters not. Why? Angels have no size at all, unless they have feathery wings. And halos. Those things are substantial, so there is no way the angels themselves would be size-less. Now, they have dimensions. Are there any fat angels? Or skinny ones? They have to be very delicate and nimble, so as not to bump into each other while dancing. How many of them? It matters not. Turn on the music and enjoy the dance.

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Entry #78 - Pixie and the Angels

2006-04-21T21:08:00.000+01:00

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What happens to an angel if you rip off his wings and shatter his golden halo? Will he still be an angel, or just a fallen being? Will he sprout new wings? And what will those wings be like - feathery, or bat-like wings? Skeleton wings, perhaps? What determines that? Is it the angel's choice, or is there a superior - or inferior - being choosing for him?

Anyway, why do angels have wings? That's rather weird, don't you think, sweetie? They are supposed to fly with those wings, I think. That's what wings are for, right? Oh, but I don't know if I really like feathery wings. One day, I'll capture an angel and find out what lies under all those feathers. Pluck them out, one by one. Does that hurt? Oh, I'm sorry, dearest. Pluck them out, one by one...

And why do they wear halos? It's just a freaking hoop. And golden, by the way. I know of a few colors which would be much more appealing. The halo is a waste of metal - but wait, how can it be wrought out of metal? It hovers above the head of the angel, so it cannot be metallic. If it were, the halo would not levitate - that's only reasonable, simple laws of Physics. The halo would fall, circling the head, going down to the neck. Hey, a collar! Golden collars require silver leashes. Who wouldn't like to have a leashed angel guarding his home? Angelic guards, indeed.

But what if the collar keeps going down and down, falling across the angel's shoulder, torso and legs, falling into oblivion - what then? What do you have? What is left of the celestial being, wings gone, halo gone? What if every angel loses his soul?

...Do you have Lost Angels?

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Entry #77 – Pixie and the Downpour

2006-04-20T11:56:00.000+01:00

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It's raining. Again. It never stops raining, nowadays. I hate rain; my solar panels don’t produce a single drop of energy. I should create something to produce energy from those rain drops. Swart could get me the stuff I need, he’s such a darling... Always willing to help. Sweet kid.

I’m bored. Working on batteries sucks, I can’t do anything worth it. I could create a program to count the rain drops, but that’s stupid. See? Not worth it, I told you.

It’s still raining. Wait – oh, cool! I’m a genius! Wait until I tell you – imagine the rain is never going to stop. What will we do then? There’s no Noah’s Ark to save us all. We will drown! *Cackle* No, we won’t. Sweet Pixie can save the Tribes. The question is: does she want to save them? Are they worth it? Tell me, sweetling: what’s funnier to do, to save the Tribes or to create that count-rain-drops program? Hmm, let me think about it.

I’ll call it Pixie’s Ark. Original, ain’t it? Yes, of course it has a surname – Naglfar. I told you, my ship made of nails would have its value! Now it will never stop raining, and the Tribes will thank me for my thoughtfulness and kindness on saving them from the downpour. Naglfar will have its crew, with pink and purple livery. Oh, it’s going to be so funny!

Incy wincy spider climbing up the spout
Down came the rain, and washed poor incy out...

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Entry #76 - Pixie and the Soloists

2006-04-20T11:20:00.000+01:00

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They roam over the earth, singing their joyous opera; their fiendish cackle hovers in the wind long after they have left for different realities. They are prickly actors, who must have every last detail to their liking or else...

Burn it... Burn it all...

What if there are no ashes left when we are gone? What if the singers don't leave their cloaks behind, and else take the whole theater down in cheers? No trace left of it? What stays behind them? The lone spectator, insistently clapping his hands to a cast too arrogant to return once more to the stage? That one, that lonely one, is burnt down - to ashes. He leaves a trail behind him, a trail that tells how the opera soloists raged upon him. They do not honor him - they would stand as low as him if they did. And those artists never stand low. How could them? Who would dare them? Who would approach the singing soloist, in her pure soprano voice that gives you shivers up your spine? Who would approach her, challenge her for a duel? Oh, but she'd look down the one who affected so; her ember gaze would tear his will down to a rant of crazed emotions, the fury of her wondrous song corrupting his being for all time. He would be left behind. But those who honor the flames never leave a trail - they are taken with the singers, they are part of the song itself. The song leaves no trace, but lingers for all eternity.

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Entry #75 - Pixie and the Song

2006-04-09T18:45:00.000+01:00

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If a tree falls in a forest and there's no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

Well, let's analyze this problem. Coherently. *Chuckle* I like that word. C-O-H-E-R-E-N-T-L-Y. Cool.

Why would the tree fall, in the first place? I think that's because she feels sad. She doesn't wear pink and purple, just drab green and brown. Ugh. Ugly. Who wouldn't be sad? Poor tree.

If the tree falls, she's dead, right? Oooh. She kills herself for not having nice clothes. I bet her mum was terrible. Bad mum. My mum is not like that. She loves me. She's nice. *Giggle*

Oh, right, the sound! But you should know it's not nice to interrupt people when they're talking. Not polite at all. But I'll let it pass now. You're my friend, I can't be mad at you, can I?

The birds chirp because they want to be heard. I like to hear them. I sing because I like hearing my voice. That's alright. But who would want to hear a tree? You don't sing if no one can hear you. The tree falls silently. No one hears her, so she just keeps quiet. She doesn't like to waste her voice. Good choice, tree.

"TIMBEEEEER!!!"

*Giggle*

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Entry #74 - Pixie and the Peaches

2006-04-09T18:44:00.001+01:00

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I miss them. Not that I have ever tasted them – not the real ones, not the ones untouched by mankind. Not the ones ripening under the sun on rolling hills, bursting with sugar and juice. But even those artificial copies were better than none. That acrid-sweet flavor, the stinging emotion rolling down your throat. They are gone, now. Only empty cans left. No trees left either. None left where you can sit in its shadow and wait for the peaches to ripe, grow and ripe until they fall on your open hands. Sweeter than honey. Bitter than honey. Gone. Burnt down, dead. Empty cans. The juice and life gone – to where? Where have all the peaches gone?

Beyond the fences, the trees grow still...

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Entry #73 - Pixie and the Mask

2006-04-09T18:44:00.000+01:00

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Trick or treat! *Giggle*

What do you hide behind the mask, my dear? Who do you hide, and why? Does the mask make it less real, or more? And what for? Does it bring you any gain? Fame, glory, a new name? Is it worth it? Is it worth losing your identity? Do you use it to lose yourself, to break your shell, to reveal the inside? The mask covers your own mask, lets through the very core of your being - is it so, dearest? Freedom? The mask allows you to act as you would, but have not the courage to when you set it down? If so, you are not yourself - you are the mask. The mask is you. You are truly a puppet of your own desires, of your own passions. You cannot control them, but the mask can. You use it over and over again; it drains you of your very soul, it corrupts your mind. You are the mask. Nothing more. It drains your soul - and mind.

So why is it so funny? Trick or treat!

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Entry #72 - Pixie and the Bells

2006-04-09T18:43:00.000+01:00

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Can you hear them? Can you, my dear? I hear them. Their jig is so happy and sorrowful at the same time... It makes sense, right? The reaper is joy itself. His dance follows the rhythm of the bells, the song of the mourning widows. His scythe is the reflection of the conductor's baton, his smile the laughter of children. The grim revels on the battlefield, claps his hands to the opera of the blood, the requiem of the blades, the tingle of failing life. He feeds onto the blood of the living, watches demon, bird, cat and jewel with the same unconditional love, the same tender care. Isn't that adorable? What a lovely creature he is, how enticing the lure of the bells, the oath of eternity... The reaper is life made flesh, the hatred that drags love by the hand, that hand that shelters children, that shelters us, that dooms us...

The bells are calling...

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Entry #71 - Pixie and the Logic

2006-04-09T18:42:00.000+01:00

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If you live, you wake.
If you wake, you love.
If you love, you play.
If you play, you smile.
If you smile, you learn.
If you learn, you wait.
If you wait, you run.
If you run, you laugh.
If you laugh, you burn.
If you burn, you rage.
If you rage, you hope.
If you hope, you cry.
If you cry, you dream.
If you dream, you kill.
If you kill, you sing.
If you sing, you bleed.
If you bleed, you scream.
If you scream, you die.

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Entry #70 - Pixie and the Blood

2006-04-09T18:40:00.000+01:00

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Hey... You cut me! Don't lie, it was you! I know it! I know! That was evil! I'll never talk to you again! Don't pout, that was your fault!

*Sobs*

You're gone... Please, don't leave me... I know you didn't mean it... Please, come back! I'm your friend, don't leave me alone... Come back! Come back! Come back!!!

You're not returning. You left. You're evil. I'm not your friend anymore. I'll never talk to you again, never, never, never! Look, look at what you've done! I'm bleeding, I'm going to lose my finger, I'm going to bleed to death, and then you'll be sorry! You'll be sorry for what you did, you'll be sorry for killing me! You're a murderer! I hate you!

Oh, I can't believe it! Look at it! Now you've stained my purple shirt! My favorite shirt! You've done it! You cut me, and now you made the blood fall on my shirt and stain it! Now I can never, ever, ever use it again, it's ruined! Oh, I hate you so much! Go away! Go away! I hate you!!

Lock. Lock, stupid thing! Leave me alone!

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Entry #69 - Pixie and the Binary

2006-04-09T18:37:00.000+01:00

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Entry #68 - Pixie and the Nails

2006-04-09T18:36:00.000+01:00

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Don't cry, please... They won't take you away from me. I'll bite them if they dare to think about it. There - take a candy. That's it. Better, now?

I'm bored. I was reading some ancient info about ships; it's amazing what you choose to entertain yourself, isn't it, my dear? So much stuff born out of boredom. Ships. I'd like to build one one day, when I am really bored. There is not much timber available, though. And steel is cold. And it is not pink nor purple, so I don't like it. It's a good reason, right?

There was a nice ship once, in the old days. That's what I was reading about, Naglfar. Beautiful thing. It took a lot of people to build it - to be precise, their fingernails. Cute ship. And it was useful for the builders, as they never had to cut their fingernails again. The ship might have led nail-cutting companies to bankrupt, though. But imagine painting the ship with sparkling gold varnish. It would be all shiny and wonderful! I'd like the other children to build it with me. Between us, we have a lot of fingernails. It would be fun.

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Entry #67 - Pixie and the Starlight

2006-04-09T18:35:00.000+01:00

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Come here, please. Closer. No, not that close! Move, go back to that wall. Back... Back... There you go. Now look through the window by the ceiling. Tell me what you see...

A single star. Nothing more. We are alone. I heard there are billions of stars out there - out there. Where is there? Where are we, where am I? Where did everybody go? The city is too empty. There are no lights on the street, yet only a lone star can b seen. Aren't they supposed to be thousands more, to shut off the darkness, to twinkle everywhere?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star... *Sigh*

We are alone.

Oh, look. A blood moon rises...

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Entry #66 - Pixie and the Birds

2006-04-09T18:34:00.000+01:00

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You're still there! Let go of me! Leave me alone! Get off! Get off! Get off!

Oh, the lights are on. Good, now he's gone. Thank you. Don't turn them off now, please. Typing in the dark is evil to my eyes. And I don't like carrots. Rabbit food.

Hop, hop, hop along, follow the rabbit song...

Daisuke will have such a nice surprise the next tie he checks on his files. The graphics are all pink and purple right now. I had to leave my signature there. Pink and purple. Purple and pink. Pink and purple. I like purple and pink best. Cute colors. Pink and purple suck.

He will also be greeted by chirping birds. That's nice, isn't it? I hope he'll like them, they are such a bunch of adorable little creatures... Maybe I'll add them to my files as well.

Of course, I left him a message there. Where everyone can see it, ugh. He must be mad, indeed. "Hi there, Daisuke! It's the fairy godmother here. Nice to meet you. Your files were so drab, so colorless. Don't you like the new colors? Your texts look like marshmallows, now. Tasty. Yummy. The birds look tasty, too."

I decided not to jumble his data - for now. The poor guy is on edge already. Too much work. He must really be getting crazy. Am I the only sane person left here, sweetling?

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Entry #65 - Pixie and the Files

2006-04-09T18:33:00.000+01:00

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Hi again. Good morning. You'll never guess what I stumbled on today - and I won't tell you, I'm so evil... Okay, I can't keep my mouth shut. You are right. But that's cheating! Okay, okay... There it goes - I found Daisuke's files on the net. He's having problems with storage space on the disks as well, it seems. But he must be very dumb to keep those files there, where everyone with the right skills - like me, of course - can access them. He stores everything there, clear as water for playful hackers - like me again. Maybe I'll jumble them around a bit. Maybe. That would be fun, and would teach him a lesson. It's better to delete the files, like I do. We don't want them to fall on the wrong hands, do we, darling? Of course not. I knew you would agree with me. You are such a good friend. *Giggle*

It seems they got their hands on a Vampire. Poor girl, they'll tear her down to pieces. That would be fun to watch. Then again, the Vampires will pay them back. Maybe they'll kill each other. I'd like to set hands on Daisuke's laptop. That would be so much fun!

I think I'll start working on a list of equipment I'll pick on Gargoyle Tower and Castle Smoke after they are done. I'm just so damn bored.

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Entry #64 - Pixie and the Turbines

2006-04-09T18:31:00.000+01:00

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Here I am again! Aren't you glad to talk with me? I love knowing you are always there. I will never be alone with you by my side. *Giggle*

The solar panels are working fine, but cloudy days force me to turn the batteries on. That's kindda boring, adding to the fact I'm working on an aaaancient computer. Not enough power to use decent contemporary devices. I like to look at those, anyway. I might get enough energy for them one day. I think I'll take a share of the Cigarettes' power the next time they come pleading for something Daisuke can't do.

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Entry #63 - Pixie and the Ashes

2006-04-09T18:25:00.000+01:00

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I really need more storage disks. It sucks having to delete my previous records to make new ones.

There is nothing new, really. The outside world goes on, yelling we are all dead. Maybe we are; what is life if not a glimpse of death? Do any of those kids in the Tribes believe they - we - have a way out of the city? I think the government would burn us down to ashes. Wouldn't that be fun? That might prove if a Vampire's cinders are all that different from a Wharf Rat. Meenee meenee minee moo, to whom might these ashes belong?

Mine'd have a purple and pinkish tone, maybe. That would be cool, pink ashes. My ashes. Nice thought, Pixie. *Giggle* Ashes ashes ashes ashes. There's a cute sound to it.

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Entry #62 - Pixie and the Yellow Submarine

2006-04-09T18:23:00.000+01:00

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Entry #61 - Pixie and the Claw

2006-04-09T18:22:00.000+01:00

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Entry #60 - Pixie and the Line

2006-04-09T18:20:00.000+01:00

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Entry #59 - Pixie and the Frenzy

2006-04-09T18:18:00.001+01:00

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Entry #58 - Pixie and the Ghost

2006-04-09T18:18:00.000+01:00

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Entry #57 - Pixie and the Fair

2006-04-09T18:17:00.000+01:00

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Entry #56 - Pixie and the Hunt

2006-04-09T18:15:00.000+01:00

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Entry #55 - Pixie and the Ladybugs

2006-04-09T18:14:00.000+01:00

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Entry #54 - Pixie and the Tale

2006-04-09T18:13:00.000+01:00

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Entry #53 - Pixie and the Mermaid

2006-04-09T17:56:00.000+01:00

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Entry #52 - Pixie and the Light

2006-04-09T17:50:00.000+01:00

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