asobouyo: (Clinging time?)
[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))
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[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.]
asobouyo: (Asobou!)

 [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.]
asobouyo: (Don't Cry!)
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!"

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