asobouyo | 34th Teddy Bear [Voice]

[An hour or so after bed, Elicia hears something creak. It's harmless and probably something like a tree scratching something, or a mouse finding its way. But it sparks a barrage of images within this small child's brain that would probably make a therapist shake their heads. Things like floating objects and scary figures and things under her bed oh god. Acute paranoia tonight, this one. So she speaks in a really low whisper as though she's on a secret mission, hidden up to her ears in blanket. Must be a nice windy winter night.]

Um....

Are ghosts real? They aren't, right? But—But I guess good ghosts are okay! Do those count? Are they real either?

[Her eyes dart from one side of the room to the other, and she's totally expecting something scary to happen on one side or the other. Any minute now. No, no, be brave, there's nothing going on. Nothing at aaaaall. ;~;

Gulp.]

Oh! New Feathers are here, too... huh...

I'm Elicia, and I'm six years o—

[rustle rustle]

Meep!

[...And back under the sheets. Yup.]

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[At this point, Elicia is a round pink blob in the middle of her bed, courtesy of the sheets dragged over her head. And she jumps in surprise at the knocks on her door.

Oh hey there, it's just Winry. Phew.]

Um, yeah! I'm here!

Depends on how strong they are... If they aren't I can do it myself, but if they are I just send Son-kun to do the job.

[That's how Bulma works.]

Well, they should be careful! 'Cause I don't think they know they could be scary, playing tricks on people like they are...

I didn't see one... but maybe... I think I heard one!

It went creaaak!!! Or something like that.

I don't know! I'm sitting in my bed, a-and I heard something make a creaky noise! And a scrapey noise! Like... like... kssscchhh!!. [IT WAS SCAAAARRRRRYYY okay] Is there other things I might see?!

[Because if that's true I ain't leaving this bed ever until morning.]

I'm Yugo, and I'm ten years old.

[Introductions aside, she sounded like she was younger than him, and quite scared. He understands fear, quite well...even if under different circumstances. Maybe he could help her?]

Ghosts are real, but they don't really want to hurt people. Maybe they're just as scared as you are, but they can't let people know the way you and I can.

[He's speaking from experience, though not in the way that she might expect.]

Edited 2012-01-27 22:05 (UTC)

Mmhmm! Her name were Spinning Jenny. She haunted the back stairs of the Twelve Daggers.

Do you want company? [Winry smiles, and waits for Elicia's answer.]

Oh. [Well, that actually makes sense.] What kinds of games do ghosts play?

[OH IT'S DAD.

Time to resume a brave stance. >:^|]

...

Yes, papa??

[sparkle sparkle]

... I didn't know ghosts could be scared, too...

[But. They're ghosts! They're supposed to be super tough!]

It's true. They can't talk to their loved ones, they can't be with them in front of the fire...Wouldn't you be scared too?

Annoying little pests! They must think they're so smart, hiding in my headquarters and spooking my robots!

BOO! BWAHAHAHA!!!

[The calls are coming from within the house.]

[Yes and they're TERRIFYING OKAY but really, she's thinking of one particular story so she'll just...skip all that part. >>]

Well, I didn't really meet this particular one. [Not until the end.] But our ship had a ghost, you might say.

I'm sure they're the champions of hide-and-go-seek!

Scavenger hunts seem popular too. You know, when you hear about those lost treasures that are haunted?

Yes, that's right! I know because I met some.

[Well, at least she isn't hiding under the sheets. But she isn't sleeping, either.]

...I heard you on the journal. Are you alright? [Do you need him to vanquish those ghosts for you? 'Cause he totally will.]

Ghosts don't exist at all, child.

[Even if you've given your name she's not using it.]

They don't mean to frighten you petite. They are just making noise because they are lonely, and want to play, but do not know it is time to sleep.

A real ghost wouldn't go "creaaak" on the floor, you know. They don't have feet.

[Oh jeez, this isn't looking too good. His voice is shaky and uncertain as he goes on:]

Well, you might see some weird shadows or something like that...

[He really isn't trying to purposely scare the little girl, but he gets a little too excited by these things. Excited meaning really damn scared too. How the heck did this guy manage to hunt ghosts back home?]

Actually, the first thing you should do is make sure it's not something in your house making the noise. [pause] Something that's obviously not a ghost, of course. Sometimes houses creak, you know?

Then people would probably be talking about it already, right? I haven't heard anyone about it so far, and.. even if there were ghosts here, everyone would want to help you out.

But—but some people said they do...!

[;~;]

How do you know they're not real??

Your ship had a ghost...?

[That's kind of scary. HOW DID YOU EVER SLEEP AT NIGHT.]

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