Title:           Trixie - Origins
Author:          morning
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First Edit:      Tuesday 10th of December 2013 06:08:36 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 10th of December 2013 06:08:36 AM CDT

>You are the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie!
>And anything the plebeians in this town can do, you can do better!
>And... there we go. The local braggart leaps in.
"Hmph? Rope tricks? Watch, and be amazed!"
>You light your Large and Impressive horn, channelling magic through it and casting a simple spell.
>Adalbert's Amazing Animation has always been one of your favourites, both for its ease and its versatility.
>Within seconds, you've wrapped up the loud-mouther Earther, and beam at your audience, who let out little cheers of excitement.
>You light your Intimidating and Beautiful horn again, preparing to draw out more gadgets and tricks from behind the curtain, when you're rudely interrupted.
>"Alright, lemme at her, lemme at her!"
"Oh ho ho ho, and who's this then?"
>The blue pegasus glowers at you, narrowing her eyes.
>You almost flinch from the unbridled fury shining through.
>"Let's see you match this!"
>She dashes off in a flash of rainbow, gathering raindrops from the clouds spread through the sky, and starts funnelling them into a rainado!
>Or... something.
>Your skills lie in magic, not in words!
>Lighting your Awe-Inspiring and Gorgeous horn again, you fire up Weird Wendolin's Weather Wyrding.
>The colourful spinny thing struggles in your grasp, but you firmly re-direct it onto the boastful pegasus.
>You leave her spinning for a few seconds, giving her the chance to free herself.
>Unfortunately, she seems incompetent.
>With a sigh, you release her, depositing the now dizzy mare on the floor.
>The crowd cheers again. Obviously, she's not that popular.
>Once more, you light your Towering and Envy horn, grabbing onto your props and preparing to pull them out.
>The harsh stomping of somep0ny stumbling onto your stage distract, and you turn back.
"And what, may Trixie ask, are you?"
 
>The creature is tall, clad in rather snazzy black clothes.
>He looks bald, except for a rather magnificent moustache across his top lip, and a dark mat on the top of his oddly shaped head.
>"This is the Magnificent and Astounding Anon! A travelling WIZARD from across WORLDS!"
>Your beautiful and delicate jaw drops.
>Unicorns were one thing, but ALIEN wizards?
>"Damnit Twilight, I just wanted to watch the bloody show!"
>Whatever he is, he turns and stares at the purple unicorn who pushed him out onto the stage.
>"She's being rude, Anon!"
>He turns to you, and gives an exaggerated wink.
>"I'm sorry about them. They don't appreciate TRUE stage wizardry!"
>You smile.
>Finally!
>Something in this town that appreciates your act.
"The truly great do not need to apologise for being loved by the low."
>He laughs, before straightening, and reaching deep into his jacket.
>Rummaging for a few seconds, he then pulls a pencil from his pocket.
>"Behold! A pencil!"
>He takes it between two fingers, so similar to those of the minotaurs, of each hand, and shows it to the crowd.
>The audience lets out an appreciative 'oooooo'.
>Simple country folk.
>"And now, watch as I demonstrate my mastery over the powers of magic!"
>He lets go with one of his hands, and shifts the other fingers more towards the middle.
>Then, he starts to shake the pencil.
>You go to laugh, but it catches in your throat.
>THE PENCIL IS BENDING!
>HOW IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND JUST IS HE BENDING A PENCIL?
>PENCILS ARE MADE OF WOOD!
"Impressive"
>You choke out.
"But is that all you can do? Surely an otherworldly wizard such as yourself has otherworldly magic tricks?"
>He twiddles his rather glorious moustache for a minute, before popping his finger up.
>Likely, he's had an idea.
 
>"Tell me, miss, is my thumb real?"
>He presents his hand to a mare in the front row, and she pokes and prods at the shorter digit.
>"Seems fine to me, Mister Anon!"
>Giving her a cheeky wink, he turns back to you, and presents his 'thumb' to you.
>"Behold! A thumb!"
"Indeed. Are you going to bend that too?"
>He wiggles his eyebrows at you, before wiggling his thumb.
>The crowd bursts into laughter.
>"No, what I shall do with this thumb is a trick the likes of which you ponies will never have seen before!"
>He grasps his thumb in his other hand, and begins heaving at it.
"Wha... What on Equus are you doing?"
>With a flourish, he PULLS HIS THUMB OFF HIS HAND!
>HOW IS HE DOING THIS MAGIC?
>NOTHING EXCEPT DISCORD HAS SHOWN SUCH POWERFUL MAGIC!
>The crowd goes silent for a moment.
>Then starts screaming, bolting off in every direction.
>'AHHH IT'S DISCORD!' seems to be a common yell.
>Anon slumps.
>"Fuck. I thought they were brighter than that."
>He turns, and you're inches from his face.
"tell-me-how-you-did-it-ill-give-anything-to-learn-alien-magic-please-oh-please-oh-please"
>Words tumble from your mouth in a violent torrent.
>"Trixie, it's magic. I can't just let you know how. A magician never reveals his secrets."
>Another wink, and he saunters off.
>DAMN HIM!
>Well...
>If he won't tell you...
>Maybe you'll just have to seduce it out of him!
"Trixie, you're a genius!"