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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))

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Apparently the beggar thought so as well. It made the soldier's long trek more cheerful, to whistle a beautiful tune, but it wasn't long until he met a second beggar along the road. This beggar played a beat on his worn old drum; the soldier stopped to dance and whistle along in his equally worn old boots, and out of pity for the poor beggar, gave him the second of his biscuits so that he now only had one for himself. This beggar too was grateful, and wished with all his heart the soldier might have finer boots so that he would always dance so well. Still cheered, the soldier departed once more and found again that his worn old boots were now soft and new. This made the soldier's journey more comfortable, as new shoes often do. Whistling and dancing, he continued his lonely journey happily, though he was beginning to get very hungry and only had one biscuit left.

It was not long until the soldier met another a beggar on the side of the road. This beggar was even thinner and more sickly than the other three, and played a game of solitaire with an old set of cards. By this point the soldier was just as hungry himself. He thought about breaking the last biscuit in half and sharing with the third beggar, but since he had given a whole biscuit to the other two, he could not bring himself to do it, and instead headed over the whole last biscuit.

"You're a good man, soldier," said the third beggar. "And you deserve better than to be on your last biscuit that you've shared with an old man like me. I don't have much to give you in return, but take these cards, and may they never lose for you." But feeling still grateful for the soldier's kindness, the third beggar pulled out a dingy sack and offered it up as well. "Don't let this sack fool you," he said. "Despite its appearance, it is a wondrous thing. It will hold anything you wish, no matter the size, so long as you give the order."

The soldier thanked him. With his pack of cards and the sack as empty as his stomach, the soldier took to the road again, with a ruby whistle and a skip in his step. After a while he came across three geese, and remembering the beggar's words, ordered them straight into his sack.

What do you think happened here, then?

Edited 2011-07-05 08:27 (UTC)

Yeah. We also call that parrying. [Going from that block into a diagonal slash.] But you have to be careful, because sometimes they try to trick you. [Now drawing back that sword for another strike at a copyable speed.] They want you to think they coming for you in one direction [Here starts the strike] when they're really going somewhere else. [And the sword direction and body positioning changes and the sword's moving somewhere else.]

We call that a feint.

All right, but only if you lay down and close your eyes, and dream good dreams.

[Miyabi exits the journal's camera, and shuffles around off screen. When she returns - giving Elicia ample time to get comfortable - she has her flute in her hands. It's the same one she knew how to play when they were related, and the song she was going to play was one of the two songs she still knew how to perform.

Carefully, Miyabi brings the instrument to hr lips and begins to play a song she called Thank You.]

[Oh. Wow.]

It should. It's frightening for a grown man, of course it should be for a little girl.

When you live on board a ship, you get used to sleeping at regular intervals. And then a storm hits, and you don't sleep for three days or more; and then it calms, and you can snatch a bit of rest. It's being on shore that does you in for sleeping. Nothing to rock you into sweet rest, on shore. No proper schedules.

So, aye. Sometimes.

Oh, my, that would look a little funny, wouldn't it? [She gives a little giggle.]

In his mouth, actually. [...] I'm serious.

Okay! Sounds like a plan! [Lead the way, little girl. Nami will allow herself to be tugged.]

And did he teach you how to use it?

Mm... Th-that's why I gotta be stronger! So people don't gotta do that, or get hurt! I don't want 'em to!

They walked into the bag!!

[... maybe a bit too excited. Cut me some slack, I love story time.]

[He wants nothing more than to wrap her up in a hug for that. She's far, far too young to have to think like that.]

Then you're doing that which you should, Boots.

That's exactly right. And while the vain prince was out walking one day, he met an old witch. The old witch was very wise, but because of her age, she was no longer very beautiful. When the vain prince saw her on the path, he was disgusted, and cried out, "Out of my way, you old hag!"

Really? Then that's good—even if she doesn't stay on earth no more, I think visiting wouldn't hurt!

A feint!

[...]

But I thought that was when you get all funny-headed and fall over when people feint?

Mm. All her friends should be able to be with her.

[Chuckling. Oh god, his head. Ow. But totally not caring.]

That's a faint, then. [Grin.] Faint and feint are two different words. They just sound very much alike.

[Looks like it does the trick, as her poor little journal is left to the open while she's sleeping softly by the time the song ends. It's a very soothing song, after all.]

....

Did you ever get sea sick?

[The giggling is mutual |D]

Maybe the clouds have whooole faces! I think they'd look super silly!

...

But wouldn't that hurt his teeth?

Naaaaah... he said I was too little to use the club!

[:(]

That's good! I don't like doing things I shouldn't, 'cause then I'd get in trouble!

[And that wouldn't be kosher, not at all.]

And maybe when I'm older, I'll be as strong as Nami or papa or Ed!

Yeah! I don't know where I'd be without my friends... They helped me through a lot of stuff that I don't think I could get through by myself.

It's the same for Natalia, too. She probably wouldn't be able to be as good of a princess without her friends around!

[Luke's first instinct is to doubt her own words, because Natalia's such a strong princess... But he remembers those times when he had to step in and defend her, when she had to rely on her friends to get her through such terrible times. Still... She's strong, and Luke knows it.]

... But she's still a really good princess. She doesn't need us too much.

Edited 2011-07-07 10:27 (UTC)

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