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17th Teddy Bear [A Sad Accidental/Action] [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[Gracia's gone.
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
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It hasn't been a good day for her, after all.]
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...Miss Raine...
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Hey. Hey, kid? Can you hear me?
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They took her... now mama's gone away...
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Where are you, Elicia?
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...I'm waiting at s-school...
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[voice] S-sob I just realize they live next door to Elicia and Hughes. fail mun is fail.
oh.] ....Elicia?
Re: [voice] o-oh, really? V_V HERPDERP!
I'm here, Mr. Frey...
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Besides, a small child doesn't deserve to be alone to deal with this kind of pain.]
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Why can't they just l-let her stay...
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O-oh—
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Well, this isn't any good. Once he spots her, Riku will head over, trying to stay calm. He might not be the best with kids, but he'll at least try to be a supportive friend.]
Hey...
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...Mama left...
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[video] awwwwwwwwww no. :(
Elicia?
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[She squeezes her legs, trying to contain herself.]
...Mama can't help us make pies... She's gone, Mr. Tsuzuki...
[video] ;; yes. ;_;
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But now she's not here anymore.
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[She's kinda forgotten their codename thing right now, forgive her; she's having a rough day.]
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[ voice/action/idek everything ever ] ;A;
It's nearly all he can do to keep his voice steady and keep walking; but he'll be strong because she needs him to be. ]
I'll be there soon. All right? [ Which is quite true.
after her hanging-out buddies turn up and all, you know.]Re: [ voice/action/idek everything ever ] ;_____; IT BURNSSS
[ action ] /shields her from life forever
Re: [ action ] I've got the roll of emotional bubble wrap you ordered!
[ action ] such timely shipping!
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...Miss Kaori...?
[That was her, right?]
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[Sigh. He's going to have to do something to stop her crying, isn't he? There doesn't seem to be anybody else around at the moment, anyway.
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She looks up, hands on her knees, sniffling.]
O-oh... Hi... Mister Kitty...
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She only saw the image of her mom, but it opened old wounds. Her voice is soft, with the stoicism of the military, but sympathetic. Human.]
I'm sorry, Elicia.
[SPARTAN-023 closes the journal. She knows Elicia's pain all too well.]
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She's gone away, Mr. Zan'nen... She was just here, and now she's gone away...!
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