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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Just as the rabbit was about to jump into the fire and cook himself, the beggar suddenly changed himself back into the old man of the moon.
"You are very kind, Mr. Rabbit," the old man said. "But you should never do anything to harm yourself. Since you are the kindest of all, I'll take you home to live with me."
[Here, have another, larger picture, little sister.] Then, the old man of the moon took the rabbit into his arms and carried him up to the moon. If you look carefully at the moon when it's shining very brightly, you can still see the rabbit there where the old man put him so very long ago.
[And she takes a bit of red on her brush, outlining the shadow of the moon she drew, so that it looks like a rabbit making mochi.]
Another rumor says that the rabbit still is the kindest of all, and makes rice cakes for hungry people and animals to this day. That's why the rabbit god of my homeland, Yumigami, carries a large wooden mallet, to pound the dough.
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People who are born in the years of specific animals are said to gain some of their traits as well. And are protected by them in the future. Do you know what year you were born in, little sister? I can tell you what animal god you're born under!
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[and she is so so proud she remembers this. 8|]
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That's the year of the dog! Elicia, you were born under Amaterasu! [Even though Ammy was a wolf, and not a dog...] Amaterasu is the strongest of my gods, and the mother of all the other ones. She's also the Sun goddess, and my very best friend! If you're born under her year, I know you'll be blessed for years to come!
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[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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Oh, are you feeling better now? You shouldn't stay up too late, you know.
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I feel better! Of course I do!
[8U 'Cause I wasn't ever scared, don'tcha know?!]
I won't stay up too late, I promise!
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[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.]
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