Elicia Hughes

[When the video starts up, Elicia seems unfathomably happy. Unfathomably!! Under one protective forearm she has an eerily familiar doll in hand. What, you don't own a Chopper doll? But anyway!! Important things are afoot!]

Guess what, guess what! I had a cool dream! It was the coolest! [in case the first cool didn't sink in] I was jumping all through the sky, and I was jumping through all the trees and I had a really cool sword! But there was this mean kid and he was like 'humans are mean! I don't like you!!'

[STOMPING A FOOT DOWN, GRAH!!]

But then all of a sudden a cool superhero in armor flew in and kicked him in the butt! Pow!

[she runs in a circle before ending with a bad-ass little girl kick to the air. HIYAH!!]

And big sis Nami was there, and she was asking where she put her clothes 'cause she lost them, and uncle Law was there! He told me not to spin my cool sword in circles 'cause that's dangerous, and I didn't wanna get in trouble by papa anyway, and then I was on a boat with Uncle Jack and Mr. Archie, and we were looking for gold! We found a box of treasure so big, it didn't even fit on the boat, so Uncle Jack was pretty grumpy the whole way back.

It was a lot of fun, 'specially when I got to go swimming with the mermaids! They had really long, pretty hair.

[...

Right. :|a

Oh! So anyway. On to other exciting matters!]

Umm, there's new people again, huh? Hi, New Feather people! I'm Elicia, and I've been here for one whole year! Big sis says that's really true! I'm sorry I didn't have any cookies on my stand, but we ran out of eggs and we gotta go to the store. But you're all invited to my nextest birthday, so you can definitely have some cookies there.

[So just wait a whole year. Seems legit.]

Um...! That's all, I think! Maybe I should ask a neat question... [Lots of people seem to do that. It's clearly in-fashion.]

What's your favorite animal?

((ooc: time, where did you go ;;. Replies in the morn! Sorry about that!))

[Elicia was expecting to be in the middle of a scuffle between enemy winged soldiers. Not to be waking up half-drugged and in an old-fashion malnosso dress. She hadn't done this little dance in a few years now... What did that mean? Did they come back? Impossible, they were... Well, we'll figure this out as we go, Elicia. When she gets up, she nearly falls over, and finds with frustration that her automail leg wasn't working properly. Something was wrong with the knee—aaah, Winry would be pretty grumpy about that.

'This would be the second time this week.'

But it's around the time she cracks open her journal that she realizes something's not right. These entries, they're only up to her sixth birthday? No, that can't be right. Where did all her other.... Oh. Oh wow.

She was fourteen years in the past.

She limps out of the forest, dazed but not confused enough to ruin her train of thought: go to the item shop, find her clothes. The Malnosso always left clothes. And then she'll head to the smithy, to find her sword and... and then she'll need to find Winry in the smithy. Now dressed up, she's found herself a good pair of glasses; if she can... if she can, she'd rather not tell them who she is. Would that change things?

Would that be so bad, though? She's not entirely sure. She's nervous and worried and—and—

... nostalgic. Much much later, after everything, she'll head to the houses of people she's most familiar with. A lot of people aren't where she remembers, but she'll try to find them none-the-less. Probably after heading to where her mom and dad are. She'll also be wondering around in awe at the place. So much different and yet so much changed.... Don't mind her if she looks dumbfounded at something, or surprised at another. If you're expecting a shorty, you'll be surprised—she's 5'9". Her father has great genes, like that.]


[ooc: EDIT: sorry, but it turns out a second post isn't gonna happen; this post exploded! XD You can catch her on the draft, pre-draft log or malnosso journal draft post though!
Go here to see extra information about her future relationships and her. Go here to fill out the relationship post if you haven't yet!

And lastly, I'll reply to this in a few hours! Got something to do real quick.]

( The Inner Introspection of a Confused Child )

[Voice]

U-um...

[the buzz of silence, for a few seconds]

It's all real funny... Everything's real funny... B-but—!!

[another pause, like she's thinking, really thinking.

When she speaks up again, there's a determined, watery noise in her tone.]

But why's that mean it's gotta all go away? How come we can't have both? What's wrong with being families still?! I know it was just make pretend, b-but it wasn't! Don't all go away and not wanna be family no more... 'Cause p—'cause papa says you don't gotta be from the same family to be a real family! You don't! So please, still be my family here...

I want you guys to stay my family... Please, pretty please... 'cause I know me and papa want you to. 'Cause you're still my family, even if you don't wanna be mine...!

[another pause—she's full of them, it seems]

... Is it okay if I put my pictures on my wall, from when we picked fruits?


[Later on after school—what a lonely, quiet day it seemed, today—she sits in front of her real house, watching just how much this place seemed to be effected. It was sad. It was so sad, to see everyone so sad. She had to do something, something to make it happy! But what should she do? There's gotta be... something fun. Something that'd make people smile, like before! When she played giant robo!

Aha! Mama always said that when you give compliments, people feel better about themselves!

So she pulls out her New Feathers Stand and sits at it, except with a new sign (...proooobably with a little help from a certain papa. Judging by the spelling.):]

"FREE COMPLIMENTS!"

[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.]