asobouyo: (zzzzz)
Elicia Hughes • Age 7 ([personal profile] asobouyo) wrote2011-06-23 01:53 am

25th Teddy Bear [Voice/Action][TWO DAYS]

[[Nighttime; June 23rd]]

[Elicia had had a tough week.

Shuffle, shuffle—the sound of turning blankets and small feet moving back and forth through them. She's been rolling in her sleep for a few minutes now, flipping her hidden journal into a little book tepee, while it records the buzzing air and soft incoherent murmurings of a child dreaming. They're not happy dreams, after a while, and it takes but a moment before she's wide awake and horrified and crawling under her blankets with her mouth in a shaky near-crying line. The journal. That's right.

She reaches over and opens it up all the way, unable to see anything in the dark. Her voice is watery and lined with a sort of innocent, hurt desperation when she speaks.]


[Voice]

Please tell me a story. I wanna hear stories, if anyone... wants to talk... I like them a lot. I—I promise I'll go back to sleep, but I just wanna hear one...

[Pretty, pretty please...

But despite stories, sometime in the night, she rises up from her bed and patter-pitters quickly into her parents' room. Scary, they're too scary—and they could be real. Because she's seen scary real things like it before. And the last thing she wanted was a blue-eyed woman slowly creaking out of her closet, like she kept imagining, over and over and over again...]


[[Daytime; June 24th]]


[It was a cold snap, today. Elicia wore her poofy pink jacket for the occasion. Truth be told, she's had a very tiring night of trying to sleep, and she'd failed at it fairly well. There were a mesh-up of things. Scary things. She didn't want to draw any of them, so she decided on focusing her attention to playing. By the end of her short-lived playtime outside, she's laying on her arm on the front steps of her house, the fake pink sword Law gave her still clamped in her hand.

A good nap. There was nothing scary... Just good. That was important. It's a good thing children bounce back well enough, even if only for a while, because she's got a content air about her later on in the day. Anyone who wants to visit, now's a great time to; she'll be drawing funny circles all over the ground outside with a stick. Clapping her hands and smacking them. And nothing happens. :|

But she sure as hell is pretending something's happening.]




Bam!! Now you can't stand against my dirt alchemy!! [throws dirt up with her hands at her big teddy bear >:^(

HA, screw you, teddy, you've got dirt on your head!]

You'd better give up soon, or else I'll have to use my water attack next!!

[AND THEN YOU'LL BE MUDDY!!!]

((ooc: Just make it clear which day you're replying to and all that. I have faith in you. |Db))

[Voice]

[identity profile] black-onslaught.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no kidding. [Valkenhayn still creeps the hell out of Ragna.]

There was also this one swordsman. His name was Hakumen. He was in all white armor with long, silver hair. And he worse a mask without anything on it, so you could never see his face. In fact, it's a wonder he could even see at all.

And he was probably one of the strongest of the Six Heroes. But he was one of the last ones to show up. So he was late. [Like a jerk. He's a jerk. He should mention how Hakumen is a jerk.]
deathsdoctor: (Fight | Swordpointing)

[personal profile] deathsdoctor 2011-07-02 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Strain. When you swing a sword you have to flick your wrists in the process. Like in casting a fishing rod. [And he'll take a step back out of Elicia range to demonstrate. Then he moves his hands together and does it again, exaggerating the awkwardness.] Doesn't work right when you hold it wrong, does it? Kinda choppy. And since you have to work harder to make a cut and the cut's not smooth, [Putting down the sword, he never unsheathed it and touches the inside of his wrist.] everything in here gets all jerked around and stressed after a while.

Same when you block another sword. That sword will push your sword back, twisting it out of your grip. The more you hold it wrong, the more difficult it will be to hold on to your sword. And that will make your hands, and especially your wrists, smart.
Edited 2011-07-02 15:30 (UTC)
lostinmyway: (Hmm I wonder....)

[Voice; June 23rd, night]

[personal profile] lostinmyway 2011-07-02 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm.... When they all finished the bucket, then they needed to find some rain.

[identity profile] crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I promise, Elicia. How about I stay with you tonight? You, Den, and I can protect each other.

voice

[identity profile] stilldontgotit.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually, I'm friends with a werewolf. He's a pretty nice guy.

Re: [Night time; the 23rd] 1/2

[identity profile] jollygreenjerk.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He made bombs. Things meant to hurt people.

He didn't care that his boss treated him like dirt. Or that barely anything had changed since he was younger. He only typed away day after day using his science and his brains to make his precious bombs.

But one day when he was testing one of his bombs a boy ran out into the testing area. He panicked. Amazing how he didn't want his bomb to do the very thing he made it to do in the first place. He ran out and pushed the boy into a ditch, saving him. But he got caught in the blast himself.

He should've died. He didn't. The stuff he put in the bomb twisted his DNA and reformed him. It changed him into the very thing his Dad told him he was since he was a kid. The thing he already became when he made his first bomb.

Re: [Night time; the 23rd] 2/3 LIED

[identity profile] jollygreenjerk.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A monster.

Re: [Night time; the 23rd] 3/3

[identity profile] jollygreenjerk.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Now go to sleep...
fabrecation: (I'm no one special really...)

[Voice]

[personal profile] fabrecation 2011-07-02 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sounds a little humored as he rubs the back of his head.] I sure think it will be. But I think if anyone can do it, it'll be Natalia. I really can't think of anyone else who can do the job better than her.

Re: [Night time; the 23rd]

[identity profile] jollygreenjerk.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[....

Oh oops. That story really wasn't for kids was it? Um. Wow he probably should have... told her the story about the ugly duckling or something.]
contentedly: (All of My Faith and Trust)

[personal profile] contentedly 2011-07-02 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Really. [She smiles a little, meeting Elicia's gaze with confidence.]
simplestgift: (Thinking.)

[personal profile] simplestgift 2011-07-03 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't know what I'd do with such a thing as magic.

[Being okay with other people using it is one thing. Actually using it?]
lezareno_prez: (Rare smile)

[Voice/Nighttime]

[personal profile] lezareno_prez 2011-07-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, he can't help but laugh.]

Why don't I start from the very beginning first? Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a handsome prince. Now, this prince was very vain, and very proud of his appearance. You could even say that he was almost too proud.

[STORY TIME]

[identity profile] chiisaichou.livejournal.com 2011-07-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Oh...uhm. Actually I-I'm not sure.

[She's never really tried to count the years she was born, really, since she can live for so long. Miyabi tilts her head, and really racks her brains, but comes up with nothing. She doesn't know what year it was here in Luceti, and clearly it wasn't the same as it was in feudal Japan.]

But everyone back home said I was really good with the Greensprout brush skill, so maybe a monkey? The monkey brothers are the ones who rule over the greensprout skills...

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