asobouyo: (Asobou!)
[Okay, so the last time she was on-air, it was depressing as hell. But now? After reassurances from so many people? Elicia just can't let her mama down. She can be sad, yes—lots of people said it was okay to cry or be sad when you really are. But after that, she just had to make sure that Gracia would be up-to-speed whenever she did come back. That said, she now has (must to many people's dismay, probably) a pink camera with flowers on it hanging around her neck.

If she knows you and you happen to be passing by the school or her apartment, she may just jump out and take a picture of you! >8^D

If she knows you, be prepared. She will get you. Do not doubt her.
Because she is a wonderful photographer like that.

CR who knows her papa well enough for Hughes to trust them with his daughter (such a small list, sob)? Be prepared for a visit sooner or later this week! She is totally visiting everyone and just enjoying the hell out of company—it keeps her occupied, and the sting of her mother's absence is far easier to ignore among friends. Winry? Let's have a sleepover. A nice, girly sleepover, with hair products and scary stories and sugar. Nami, she wants to come over for a tea party. Or maybe a chocolate milk party. WHAT SAY YOU?

And then when that's all said and done, it'll be time for the usual video post:]


Hi, guys! I hope everyone's feeling good today!

I got a big question, 'cause I've been thinking a lot and I reaaally wanna know! What's a really happy day you had here in Luceti? A really happy day where you were just real, real happy! One you won't never ever forget!

[...one more little question. For now.]

O-oh... and, um... I was wondering—where are the pictures on movies? How does a funny disc have sound and pictures on it...?
asobouyo: (THE SADDEST!!)
[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...
asobouyo: (Oh snap!)
[Elicia sits near the school like she usual does when it gets out, but she's got a new book in her hands—a fairytale book, given to her by Derek (unknowingly, the sneaky vampire hunter). She's already had quite a spike in energy when it comes to writing storybooks, as you can very well see if you were involved in her hideous log.

Forgive her, she's trying to read.]


"Puh...oor little ugly d—duckling..." she wooould sss—say. "Why... are you so di—

di-fir-eant from the others?"

And the... ugly duckling felt worse than ever.

[She lowers the book, frowning. Probably thinking 'this book is just mean and cruel and WHYYY'

When she returns home, she spends some of her time riding up and down one little stretch of hallway on the brand new bicycle the Malnosso for some reason was kind enough to gift her. Training wheels are on it, but just wait until she decides she's gotta man up and take those suckers off. Which will probably be in another week.

But of course, she can't control herself from making a video entry—it's been a long time since she got to sit and make a normal one, of course!]


Hi, guys! Did you have nice Christmases? I did, definitely. I got a cool book, and a bike, and a polar bear teddy! I read about those, y'know! They live in snow, just like how it is here, and they can sit on floaty ice in the water. It's really cool...!

[She holds up said polar bear teddy as validation for her chat.

A beat, while she collects her somewhat limited thoughts. Hey, her mind works 100 miles a minute, you know.]


I wonder what else lives with the polar bears... they're not all alone, are they? That'd make them real lonely!

And that's not good at all...!

[Looks like stuff is relatively back to normal, for her. |D]

[ooc: replies in a few hours! Just getting this up while I'm lazily free with time at the moment! 8Db]
asobouyo: (N-no way!)
[The feed had started out with Elicia sitting on the couch, showing off different drawings for the day, bringing up the idea of camping—about maybe sleeping over at Winry's house. But soon the peace is lost when something off camera forces open the front door. There's the muffled noise of Hughes—calling out something, something that one can't make out too well, but it's fairly obvious what it's about when Elicia jumps off the couch and runs into her room, journal hanging open in her one hand.

Noises of metal clashing against metal, quieted when Elicia closes her door and does what her father tells her; she hides in her closet, hugging the journal until it's just a black video screen.

...Quiet.

And then footsteps. But they seem heavy.]

...Papa...?

[The door is pulled open and a robotic hand juts across the video screen, grabbing Elicia before the still rolling journal finally falls and flips shut.]
asobouyo: (You're really tall man.)
[Standing outside the school like a champ is Elicia, with her journal dropped to the side to catch her in the screen—she looks very focused, and her gloved hands are raised up like she's about to open an old Egyptian tomb. After a moment, she speaks in a commanding voice:]

Miss Na-la of the healing! My name is Elicia Hughes! It's spelled E-L-I-C-I-A! I'm five years old. [...an addendum] And I can count to 16!

U-um, I wrote you a letter, so— [she fiddles with her winter coat and unfolds a big blue piece of construction paper] —here! I'll read it...

Hi... Miss Nala! How are you today? I'm okay, but I really really really... wanna learn how to fix people's owies. Sometimes I hit my toe or get a cut, so I know it can hurt! So I wanna make sure... I can help if people get hurt, too. A-and I'm doing really good in school, so I'll be good for you, if you show me how!

[She looks up from the paper.]

I like helping people. I think you do, too! So let's be friends, okay...?

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