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41st Teddy Bear [Video/Action]
Stop following me!!
[The audio picks up a huffy Elicia at the school, and she clicks on the video to reveal she's donning a mobster suit of some kind—against her own will, of course. Behind her are four men, all rough looking with their own suits. But they hardly seem a threat to her, and moreso the people walking by. They throw surly glances at them, hollering for them to move along. If you're unfortunate enough, you're one of the people walking by. Observe, a kid standing in the center of a line-up.
'Don't bother our boss—can't y'see she's busy?!'
'Boss, there anything we can get for ya'?'
'Y'got someone you need knocked off, Elicia, ma'am??'
'Knock it off, ya lug, she'll tell you if she needs something. Apologies for my, eeeeh. Associate.'
Elicia furrows her brow at the camera, not paying them a lot of heed at the moment.]
Winryyy, Edddd, they keep calling me boss and they won't stop following me!
['Hey! I think that guy looked at us funny. Don't look at us, just keep walkin' pal.'
'D'you know who we are??']
Things are really weird around here... This suit is itchy...
[Maybe you missed her school day mobster jambooree. No worries—she's back home in an ice age, building herself a snow forte. Or at least trying to. Of course, she looks more like a penguin when she moves thanks to an overabundance of jackets, scarfs, gloves, and beenies. WHAT IF SHE FROZE, OKAY? SAFETY FIRST.
At any rate, this forte sucks. She's really defeated by the way it just... caves in pathetically.
Sheesh. Maybe she should get forte building lessons.
... Also, her four mobsters are sitting at the porch with their arms crossed, looking determined. None of youse better do anyting fishy. Jus' sayin'. Heck, she's kinda' starting to like their company. MAYBE I CAN MAKE THEM BUILD STUFF FOR ME...
Welp, we know who'll be following Elicia for the entirety of the event. (Ed, don't do anything to them, they're my minions now).]
[The audio picks up a huffy Elicia at the school, and she clicks on the video to reveal she's donning a mobster suit of some kind—against her own will, of course. Behind her are four men, all rough looking with their own suits. But they hardly seem a threat to her, and moreso the people walking by. They throw surly glances at them, hollering for them to move along. If you're unfortunate enough, you're one of the people walking by. Observe, a kid standing in the center of a line-up.
'Don't bother our boss—can't y'see she's busy?!'
'Boss, there anything we can get for ya'?'
'Y'got someone you need knocked off, Elicia, ma'am??'
'Knock it off, ya lug, she'll tell you if she needs something. Apologies for my, eeeeh. Associate.'
Elicia furrows her brow at the camera, not paying them a lot of heed at the moment.]
Winryyy, Edddd, they keep calling me boss and they won't stop following me!
['Hey! I think that guy looked at us funny. Don't look at us, just keep walkin' pal.'
'D'you know who we are??']
Things are really weird around here... This suit is itchy...
[Maybe you missed her school day mobster jambooree. No worries—she's back home in an ice age, building herself a snow forte. Or at least trying to. Of course, she looks more like a penguin when she moves thanks to an overabundance of jackets, scarfs, gloves, and beenies. WHAT IF SHE FROZE, OKAY? SAFETY FIRST.
At any rate, this forte sucks. She's really defeated by the way it just... caves in pathetically.
Sheesh. Maybe she should get forte building lessons.
... Also, her four mobsters are sitting at the porch with their arms crossed, looking determined. None of youse better do anyting fishy. Jus' sayin'. Heck, she's kinda' starting to like their company. MAYBE I CAN MAKE THEM BUILD STUFF FOR ME...
Welp, we know who'll be following Elicia for the entirety of the event. (Ed, don't do anything to them, they're my minions now).]
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Are they bothering you?
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The short one speaks up. 'Are you botherin' her, more like it.'
But Elicia pushes through them like they're a set of double doors (metaphorically, of course, we're not Who Framed Roger Rabbit). They seem to lose some of their edge when she quickly blows off their guardianship.]
A little bit! They keep saying I'm their boss, but I don't think I'd be a boss of a... uh. What was it again?
[One mobster takes off his fedora, revealing a beautiful little 'fro of hat hair.
'A gang, boss?']
Yeah! A gang!
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If she says she's not, then she's not.
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Thanks for saying. I'm Elicia! What's your name?
[action]
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She beams up, happy, clutching her pigtails.]
It's 'cus they're like yours! We can be a special club.
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[It doesn't sound too bad, though...] What would we do in the club?
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[She even does a swooshy motion with her hands, to better dramatize the name.
How about it??]
[action]
Still, the swooshy motion is fun. She tries it, too.]
Okay!
[action]
... Well fine.]
Maybe we can braid each other's hair and put pretty things in our hair.
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Really?
You think so?