Leanne

It was midnight. Few hours had passed since their escape from Revenant's Toll. Adventurers, from different backgrounds and specialties, found themselves around a common campfire, hidden in a cave from the harsh elements of Coerthas, same elements hiding them from any pursuer that dared to jump into the deep white fog. All of them with crestfallen, pained expressions, reunited there for a singular reason, their connection with the now infamous Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Part of the "lucky" ones, the ones that weren't taken by either Brass Blades or Crystal Braves, the ones that managed to hide and slip out of the Toll. Between them, a girl of golden eyes stood by, her once cheerful, pretty features ridden with sadness and anguish. Not unlike the other escapees, she stared at the fire, morose and defeated. Why...why that happened? Why they were backstabbed? No one had a proper answer for that. The dreading silence that reigned supreme for the past hours being the proof of such distressing circumstance. The only things that were completely obvious to them, was that their previous allies betrayed them, and they were now hunted. And all of these things were unfair. The silence didn't reign forever, for a young blonde midlander spoke up. His words though did naught to break the sullen, almost funereal air enveloping the banished. "...This is...so...so messed up...why this happened? Weren't...weren't the Crystal Braves our allies?" A dark, redhead redguard answered with irritation. "Yes, yes they were Gerard, until the fuckers turned their swords on us!" she growls in rage. "You guys saw them too, right? The fuckin' Blades, storming the Rising Stones, manhandling anyone that they could find. You guys know what that means!" she stands up, burning eyes showing the full extent of her rage. "The Braves, bought with Uldahn coin! Why'd fuck that smartass Alphinaud didn't...grr..." seething, she returns to sit, each breath a growl of their own. A small dunesfolk (small even for lalafell standards) poked at the fire with her staff, shaking her head. "To think that corruption would even reach the Braves themselves...can't...couldn't we contact the Scions currently in Ul'dah?" A male wildwood shook his head, his solemn, composed expression not being able to hide the disquietude felt by him. "The linkshells are all dark. As far as we all know, something similar must've happened in Ul'dah. Molten Rose raises a good point. There was Brass Blades amongst the Braves ranks. Which means-" "It was all planned." Leanne finally chimmed, golden irises half-closed, staring uninterruptedly the fire. "They...the Monetarists, played us all. Bought half of the Crystal Braves, invited the Scions for a party...then they went for their reaping." she hugs herself. "And of course, those who had ties with the Scions..." "Are swept away alongside them." the wildwood finishes. Leanne nods. "We can only pray for those that they capture...but...the chances are..." she clenches her teeth, eyes tearing up with consternation and distress. Silence once more fell in that cave, only the crackles of a lukewarm fire showing signs of life. The lalafell who was poking the fire took hold of Leanne's sleeve. "Hey, Leanne...can't you, like, play something...?" she asked wearily. "I'm in no mood for songs, Fufula. Don't think Leanne would be either." Molten Rose, calmer, but no less distressed, spoke. "...Heck...who'd be up for a song after this..." "She...has a point..." Gerard said. Regardless of their words, Leanne whipped out her harp. With a sharp sigh, Molten continue to complain. "Seriously Leanne? A song, right now?" "I...don't know what to do, Molten...I might as well play it...if only to...dunno...let my heart express itself..." Rose growls. "...Whatever." she sighs. "Sorry. Annoyed...play as much as you like, Fancy Hat..." The wildwood shrugged. The young midlander looked up to Leanne. Leanne dejectedly began to play with the harp. The tune was without life. It was simply...sad. "...No, no. If you can't lift our spirits even a little, you better stop. I have enough anger as of it is." Molten sighed. "Agreed...tis will do nothing but sap us of our energies." The wildwood said. Yet, Leanne continued playing with the song. "...Leanne..." the midlander uttered, his past concerns being dashed as she saw the crestfallen bard playing. The eyes of the seeker fluttered close. Exhaling softly, a gentle, sad, but still beautiful voice came from her lips. [align=center]♪ When I got this wound...Everything was changed. ♪ ♪ The truths I held, completely destroyed... ♪[/align] Leanne stopped playing, lowering the harp alongside her head. Fulufa, looking at the miqo'te decided to comfort her and herself, head nuzzling into Leanne's arm. She continued the sad verse. [align=center]♪ There are only remains...but I don't forget... ♪ ♪ Of all the peace that I once had grasped... ♪[/align] "...Really, guys." Molten groaned. The midlander, frowning, decided to add his voice. [align=center]♪ I that had all, today I am muted, I'm modified... ♪ ♪ By midnight, by midlight, I'm thinking... ♪ ♪ I'd give it all for a way, a way to change this... ♪[/align] The wildwood, sitting besides Leanne, patted her head, stroking that fancy hat of hers. "...You started something, Fancy Hat. You oughta continue." "You're encouraging them, Alain?" Molten said with a deep frown. "If anything, this will let us banish a bit of what is eating us away. And, an unfinished form of expression is worse than a sad, but complete one." Leanne looks up to Alain, almost on the verge of crying. Clearing his throat, the wildwood knight just nudge her side. "Go on. I'd be a shame to stop this concert you've created." "Are you...sure...?" Leanne asked, fatigue laced in her words. "Yes." "...Guys?" she looks at the midlander and the lalafell. Both nod in agreement. With a sad, teary smile, Leanne nods, once more lifting her harp, eyes fluttering close. [align=center]♪ All of my beliefs..all of my dreams... ♪ ♪ Hurt by those I once trusted...! ♪ [/align] "Gah.." Molten shook her head. Fufula meanwhile, kept on. [align=center]♪ What of tomorrow...? What of me...? ♪ ♪ Heart's wrenched with agony..! ♪[/align] And so did Gerard... [align=center]♪ I that had fought, I am afflicted and mortified... ♪ ♪ By midnight, by midlight, I'm thinking... ♪ ♪ I'd give it all for a way, a way to change this...! ♪[/align] Alain finally joined, singing his woes. [align=center]♪ Oh so much I wish that I were happy with you my friends... ♪ ♪ By midnight, by midlight, dreaming... ♪ ♪ About the world that we've been trying to protect... ♪[/align] Eventually, everyone began to sing in a chorus, hearts united in singing their personal tragedy. [align=center]♪ I'm not really certain...if I'd able to smile! ♪ ♪ Without a hook of anguish! ♪ ♪ How to reach that freedom? How to become able? ♪ ♪ To rebuild that beautiful tomorrow! ♪[/align] Molten, gritting her teeth, couldn't take anymore, adding a part of her own disbelief. [align=center]♪ I that had strived, I am sad and inconsolable! ♪ ♪ This midnight, this midlight, I'm thinking! ♪ ♪ I need to find a way, a way to change this!! ♪[/align] And so the night went on, with all of them singing... [align=center]♪ Oh so much I wish that I'd be happy by this campfire! ♪ ♪ By midnight, by midlight, dreaming! ♪ ♪ About the world that we've trying to protect!! ♪[/align]

To my shame, Leanne would do most of the things the Warrior of Light. Yes, that includes being sent on meaningless quests left and right... One thing that she'd do different though is about the authorities that tries to stop her. She'd give them a heeeeell of a hard time.

Buscarron himself added a tidbit...and even talked about the traitorous Wailer that BETRAYED US AGAIN, THAT BASTARD.

It took me quite a while to reach an acceptable outcome for what happens to Leanne come the MSQ ending. In fact, her problem will not be majorly with Ul'dah or the Sultana's fate (though as how rumors tend to spread, she will be fairly certain that the monetarists did something to her.), but about the Brass Blades/Crystal Braves. Leanne is a known adventurer in Revenant's Toll, with connections to a lot of the citadel's elements (Adventurer's Guild, Scions of Seventh Dawn, Rowena and Sons of Saint Coinach), and even worked with the Warrior of Light during two stances (first with the exploration of the Crystal Tower, second with the call to arms for Ishgard). With such thing in mind, what is most probable: Leanne is now a wanted person by the Crystal Braves. Doesn't help the fact that Leanne has a history of attrition with the Brass Blades. Since they're working in tandem, it is very well possible that the Brass Blades are once more on to her. Now, about the Ul'dah issue. Leanne already had a taste of what the Monetarists can do. Certain rumors will be like facts to her mind. Sultana ill? Most likely incapacitated by the monetarists in some manner. Raubahn being jailed? Raubahn discovered the conspiracy, killed Teledji, and the monetarists swoop in and incapacitated him too. Scions and WoL, her heroes, are partly to blame?! Holy shit, why so much conspiracy!!! Certain points of hatred that were quenched are now reignited, turning her interaction with any Ul'dah Monetarist extremely contentious (and dangerous!).

I need a hug...Leanne needs a hug... This ending... WHY!

@Floria: Okay! This week I will be more free than usually, so I will be pretty easy to find. @Nebbs: Nope, nothing more important than hats. Traveling boots are nice though. @Delni: ...Well, Leanne's boots are getting quite old, unfortunately. Perhaps it's time for someone to repair them. *nod* @Xenellia: That's a weird way to start a friendship . @Faye: Aye aye ma'am, added to list of peeps to hunt...! @Aya and Chachan: :love: You guys! Anyhow, I'm free to RP moooost of the time (if I ain't RPing already or being a derp at dungeons). Contact me whenever, or I will find a moment to chase all of you down...!

Leanne's relationship status: Leanne's lack of relationship status: Leanne's overall status: Uhhh....Well! Can't say she's bothered with relationships!

Just thought I'd throw myself out there so people can make an extra connection if they want to! To the people who doesn't know me, Leanne's an young happy seeker and adventurer, that loves traveling, sharing tales, singing, and is awfully good at archery! And loves making friendships. *nod* So, if anyone want to learn how to shoot a bow, or have someone to share traveling tales with, or even having a simple good talk, Leanne's available, and can be found anywhere in Eorzea. (she travels a tad too much x3)

Garuda NM. 1 hour zzzzzing for a queue......THEN I LOSE IT CAUSE I WENT TO THE RESTROOM. FFFFFFFFFFFF-

Derav, Vared, Radev, Rdvea... (wat)

...What? You guys expected that one >_>

Pilot Name: Leanne Delphium Mecha Name: Wandering Intoner Mech Type: Gundam Source Material: Valvrave the Liberator Loadout: A huge bow of energy that shoot big energy arrows. Two swords stored at each side of its waist. Shoulders pack sound wave emitters. Fists can be coated in energy, giving herself a bit of extra defense, besides scary punching power. Description: A rather strange mech with strange capabilities, Wandering Intoner was built as a gundam with support capabilities, as it can produce sound waves that mysteriously boost a mech's capabilities (or the other way around, it disturbs a mech's systems). Fighting long range, it has the power to produce an arrow of energy, its piercing power big enough to puncture through several mechs if they align. Close range, it doesn't only have twin energy swords, but also can coat its own fist with the same energy it uses to produce the energy arrows. It's energy source and loadout hint at supernatural origins, but no concrete evidence can be found if one was to inspect the robot! Reference:

Once again! cW62ZGNUg7w

Leanne, survival specialist, stranded in a island...well, she'd be very okay by herself! Eventually even get out of the island someway somehow soon enough... But if she wanted to have someone with her, they'd be....hmmm...her best friend, Markus. Besides being her most trusted confidant, he has a wandering soul just like her. But! She'd be convinced to stall her own escape to give him a break from his stressing life in the main body of land.

Banned for banning the person who banned the banned person that banned another person.

Nothing noteworthy. She's a bit too much on the honest side. Nothing to hide .

Name's The Fancy Hat! I have the fanciest of hats! Such Fancy Haiku! --- Nocking an arrow... I aim, no hesitation. Beware my sharp eyes.

Particularly shocked as for how Leanne changed the past months in appearance..! Original Leanne: Tenure as Agatha: Gone punk! Back to her business as happy adventurous cat! (The punk is not completely gone though. I think it grew more...badass.)

Leanne is highly affectionate! Hugs, petting, squeezing someone's shoulder or arm! She doesn't mind doing such, or being target of these affections. Don't try kissing her though. Forehead and cheeks sends her into stammer town, and lips is a straight runningfarawaynokissthankyousorrynotsorrybye

Basically...I'd say it is Emma Stone with a hat.

Leanne would fiit a ton in exploration/metroidvania themed games. Beest shot at it would be La Mulana. g0T1djocUk8 Gotta adventure, gotta explore! Players, you're only worthy of being Leanne with a 100% filled MAP.

Leanne doesn't crush unrequitedly! The only crush she had poofed very very quick. Besides that one, Leanne is too distracted with her activities, stopping her from thinking about others romantically. (coff coff adventuring and hats are her true love no suitors thank you)

Leanne was in her 11-12 years of age and sleeping peacefully when there was an little earthquake and the distant sounds of boom. Aka...she just had an basic idea of what happened a day after when she saw the destruction made in the Shroud by Dalamud. Besides that and a few lifestyle changes, she wasn't affected that much.

This has being an interesting point to me. Leanne has established a bit of a home/safe port at her current free company. But her wanderlust might make her abandon everything she built and disappear into the new lands. And she wouldn't be seen for a good while or at all, unless someone found her in the middle of the road.

I profoundly thank Warren-sensei to show me the path of true pain and suffering. Aka, holy christ, I'm glad I'm done with it!