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.]
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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))
[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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How do you stop him?
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Kind of. It's all just like magic. [Best explanation ever. For science.]
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Did the big mean guy get stopped with the magic, then?
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Like who the Six Heroes were.
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[now you're talkin']
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Anyway, there was also this other woman called Trinity. She was pretty nice to everyone, and was pretty strong too. All of the Heroes were pretty strong. I think Trinity and Nine were pretty good friends.
[He's making so much of this up. He can't remember to get his facts straight -- he doesn't care about those two heroes in particular.]
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Besides those two, there was this one other guy named Valkenhayn. He was a werewolf with one hell of a temper. I think he was also someone's butler, or something like that.
[And then lowly:] If you ask me, he was really creepy, too.
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[WEREWOLVES CAN'T BE GOOD, IT'S NOT HOW THE FAIRYTALES SAY.]
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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.]
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What happened when everyone finally got together?
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When they got together, they met the last two Heroes. Terumi, who was a real idiot. Like, everything he touched got messed up, and he couldn't tell what was going on at all. He was a real idiot, and everyone hated him.
And then there was the guy who ended up being their leader. Jubei. He was a walking, talking cat who had two swords and one eye. Jubei was nice, understanding, and Nine really liked him, if you get what I mean.
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but that's cool]
How can a cat hold swords?
[That's silly, you're silly.]
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But wouldn't that hurt his teeth?
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When they all finally got together, they decided to hold off the Black Beast in battle while Nine got to work on making the Nox Nyctores. But there was one guy in particular who wasn't one of the Six Heroes who accomplished that for 'em.
[DRAMATIC REVEAL!!!] Bloodedge.
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[What a silly name. :|]
What'd he do?
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People called him the unsung hero. He held off the Black Beast all by himself for a really long time. Half a year, or something like that.
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