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[The bad news... Elicia's brothers were gone. So while the house waited for them to show back up, Elicia did the same. But she was in high enough spirits, at least, with Christmas just around the corner. And when she was finished with her usual occupational things on weekends she cracked open her journal sleepily, laying cross-legged on her stomach, on her made bed.]

[Video]

Did lots of you have Christmas at home? Was it nice?

[She beams with her cheek resting on her arm.]

This is gonna be my second one!! I hope Santa thinks I've been a good girl, 'cause I've been trying extra hard not to be bad, so I'd get good presents! Make sure you're all good, okay? So you can get a lotta' presents, too...! What's the best present you got from him before?

[Aah! She perks up, looking at her window, bright-eyed in an instant.]

It's snowing again! I'm gonna make some snow people! You guys should make some, too!

[Action]

[Elicia'll be outside for the rest of the day, crouched low and rolling snowballs out of the thin veil on the floor. Soon, there are stacked snowballs. And then, eyes on them. And then little stick arms. By the time it's three or four? Behold—dozens and dozens of little snow men surrounding House #23!! They may be the height of a ruler, but their numbers are many! It's like Snow Sparta around here.

Don't be alarmed if some have little weapons fastened to their hands made of sticks. That's just how we roll in Elicialand.]

[Action]

[Life goes on.

And for Elicia, losing quite a few loved ones in such a short time-frame hasn't entirely exhausted her youthful determination. She has a super hero to look out for her papa. And she has Jack's special compass. The last few days she's been outside her school with said magical device, pacing back and forth, watching the small needle turn and turn with no set destination. It's what she's doing today, pacing and watching it never stop. They weren't here. The people see was waiting for, that is. It's what she wanted most, and 'cause they're not here the compass says no.

Well, she'd just try again tomorrow!]

[Video]

[... it's been a long time since she really tried to talk to everyone. She smiles big for the camera.]

Hey! Today I read a really good book; it was called the Swan Princess! I didn't know some of the words, but I knew mooost of them... It must feel really funny to change into animals and stuff. But the worst is getting turned into a frog! 'Cause you'd be all slimy and green and tiny! And you'd have to get a kiss, even though you're a frog...

But I'd kiss a frog! I-if it meant helping someone change back, I'd do it! ... Maybe on the cheek!

Definitely on the cheek!

And if it was a prince maybe he'd give me a cool crown for helping him!

[Siiigh. That sounds so cool.]

I wouldn't kiss a big lion, though, because they like to scratch! Unless they say they're friendly. But I don't know anyone who knows a friendly lion...

[The draft took a lot out of her. When she returned to Luceti, she walked soundlessly back toward home, as quiet as a mouse when entering; she didn't want to wake them. Not right now. But if anyone wants to run into her during her walk back, they'll find a girl with bruises and scrapes walking along the path back home.

... It'll be the last time to speak with her, anyway.

( And so it goes... )

[She begins to write notes. They're small and will never cover all she would want to cover, but they're still important nonetheless; anyone on the list who gets one can try to reply if they'd like, but it'll be met with silence. Silence, because as her head lulls and the pen drops from her hand, the faint noise of droids beyond her window carry on to the house. Time to go.

Time to leave.

As her vision fades to black, she drops her sword, but it's gone not much later, without her or her journal there as well.]

Horsies!! And all sorts of different animals!

[Luceti Land has a small, overly excitable voice making a ruckus in both the journals and across the amusement park grounds, as she runs to inspect the tall, impressive carousel with her journal in hand. She rushes to the snack stands, to the game stands, to stare in awe at the bright, colorful lights. It's still nighttime--in fact, it hasn't been but an hour since she returned as a six-year-old--but she doesn't seem fazed by the fact that it was technically going into the morning now.

No, instead, she's looking excitedly through the journal as a tall roller9coaster ride zig-zags around the track, in the distance; there is a clear sign of cotton candy edging her mouth and hand, but she doesn't seem to mind this.]

Papa, mama! Did you see what they did? There's rides everywhere! And they have lots of candy! Lots! Did Mr. Bil make this one, too? It's even bigger than the castle!

[What is that—could it be...?]

Whooooa, Can I go on the big tea cups? They're so cool! Can I?

[She's... seemingly unaware that she was away from the village, or had ever been mallynapped, and hanging around away on an island for Luceti Land. It had to just be like her birthday, when the things appeared for no reason...! There's just no other reasoning to follow, right? This calls for big licorice sticks and dolls.]

((ooc: That's the end of the grown-up!Elicia mallynap. Thanks so much for making it a lot of fun ;~;

Lots of back-tagging and normal tagging to be done tomorrow! :|b))

[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.]

[[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.]
( WHAT'S UP, ELICIA? )

((ooc: Just make it clear which day you're replying to and all that. I have faith in you. |Db))

[Today is a good day! Just like most of them are!!

So it's time for another entry~~]

[Video]

I went to the hot springs, and it was a lotta' fun!! But I still don't know how the water stays all warm and stuff like that! Is it magic? 'Cause I know there's probably lots of magic that'd make water warm... And it was really cool, because I got teleported there! Isn't that really cool?! I didn't even know we could do that!

[Focus, Elicia. So much to talk about!]

U-um, and my mama's here, so if you see her, make sure you say hi! I want her to meet all my friends here; I think you guys'll like her a whole lot. She's really nice and a real good cook! She makes the best sweets. And my big bros Ed and Al are here, too, so say hi to them when you see them!

If you're new, I just wanna say hey! I'm Elicia, and I'm five years old! But I'll be six real soon! In... in...

[she holds up two fingers, excited]

Two months!! I think!

.... [an afterthought] A-and if you ever need someone to fix cuts, I can heal them! I've been practicing with Miss Nala!

[Action]

[After school Elicia's once again dragged out her little booth with cookies and lemonade and'll be waiting--except instead of just being for New Feathers, she's decided to be far more generous and give to whoever wants these tasty little morsels. They made too many, anyways. And after that? Well, she's focused on her sketchpad in the front yard, laying on her stomach with her hand on her cheek. Hmmmm.... :/

... By the way. That little pink camera she has? Yeah, she's still taking pictures of people passing by. Sneakily. And by sneakily we mean hiding in the brush until they just shrug and carry on--unless she knows you, to which she'll just lol at you and say hi.

When all's said and done, she'll seek out her housemates for some pouncing lessons. And by pouncing lessons... well, yeah, that's about right.]

[Audio]

[Pat. Pat. Pat!

The sounds of hands slapping paper happens a few times, as well as a young voice speaking to herself—and then scribble noises, like the usual sounds of drawing. She huffs when nothing happens, because that's the very opposite of what she was hoping for...]

...Awwww... the letter 'R' isn't alive either...

[There's a few scrip-scruff sounds of knees shuffling across the ground, toward the journal, and it's back in her hands, though she hadn't realized it'd been on for a few minutes prior.]

It's getting really cold! Everyone should get lots of blankies, for when it snows!

[a pause]

It'll snow, right? It snows sometimes at home, and it's cold here, too, so it's just gotta! Then we can make a fat happy snowman, and maybe some cool snow angels... But I get sad sometimes, because all the flowers go away when it's really cold outside. They must not be warm enough, huh?

[Action]

[Elicia will be at the school like usual at the sane time of the day, when everything's settled and kids will start getting out soon; maybe a few are already running about in wait for their parents. She's found herself the nearest pole and is currently... tying a... rope around it? Huh. Strange. Feel free to pester her about what she's doing.

Or, if your character is so willing, after school she's returned to playing outside of her and her papa's apartment room (Building 4, Floor 6). Buuut she's not in as good a mood—the reason may be obvious when you look down at her feet to discover a deflated bouncy ball, no longer round or bouncy. :(

A stray nail must have popped it! Or maybe she accidentally stepped on it instead of kicked it! Or maybe the aliens came down and denied her some happy fun times.

Whatever the case, Elicia is officially the Luxo Jr. of Luceti.]

[ooc: replying to tags tomorrow morn'! ^^]

[Are you walking though a certain hallway in CH4, Floor 6? Or are you passing casually by the front of the school? If you are, then you'd better watch out—from behind, a figure leaps from the corner, ~~fake aluminum and cardboard~~ sword in hand! Who could it be but the most devilish of all villains...!]
( WHO COULD IT POSSIBLY BEEE?!?! )

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Elicia Hughes • Age 7

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Elicia Hughes

A journal for Luceti

Entries tagged with ♦luke

33rd Teddy Bear [Video/Action]

31st Teddy Bear [Backdated to Friday | Action/Video]

28th Teddy Bear [Action/Written Notes/Voice]

27th Teddy Bear [Action Anytime]

25th Teddy Bear [Voice/Action][TWO DAYS]

24th Teddy Bear [Video/Action]

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