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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...
1/....5 voice
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Hey.
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I was good this time. I-I really was—I think I was...
...but they still took mama away...
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[Because, so far? The people who have left that she knew—she has no idea they've even gone away. The first real vanishing in Luceti is her mother, and it's difficult for her to wrap her head around someone being there and then just not. Just like it was difficult to figure out with her father...]
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[ Lightning keeps her voice even and certain, though really she's not completely sure what to say. Elicia is young- probably way too young for being forced to face this sort of thing, and while the former soldier is still wary of the girl's apparent ability, she also can't help but reach out to that. ]
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B-but it's not fair—they put people here, and I got to see my papa...
[A cold little feeling washes over her, and her eyes grow hotter yet.]
Does that mean they'll take my papa, too...?
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But what I do know is that you can't just live in constant fear of what might happen - do that, and you're just wasting whatever time you have left. Do you understand...?
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It's Elicia, right? [ Guess who's... kind of a stalker. ]
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Y-yeah, that's my name...
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