Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Feb 14, 2012 23:32:44 GMT -5
'You can never go back...'
Leon sat on the seat at the bar, staring into the liquid in his mug. The noises went on around him, never seeming to stop. Probably what had attributed to the pounding in his skull. The alcohol as well, that was another factor as to why his head hurt. But perhaps the main reason for the discomfort, was the thinking. He'd been thinking for what seemed like so long now. Many nights now, he had come to this bar, sat for hours and drank, thinking. The music was loud, the fights and swearing louder, and the obnoxious laughing of the dancing girls louder still. It all wore at him, yet he kept coming back. To what? Why did he keep coming to this place? Leon lifted his eyes then, looking at those around him. They laughed, swore, spoke, drank, and wobbled around, leading their lives for what seemed like nothing more then that. Did they have nothing else to live for? No wife? No children? Parents? Land? Work? Dreams? Had they nothing other then coming in to this miserable place, getting as drunk as possible, and flitting their money away on women and gambling? It disgusted him. Yet here he was...
Though he came to drink, Leon did it slowly. He would sit in the corner, as far away from the noise as possible and drink from a mug. Perhaps just to help him think, perhaps it was to take away the memories. Whatever it was, it had been many nights now that he had come in. Yet he never caused any problems, never became intoxicated, never raised his voice, and never went out of his way to converse with anyone. As the mysterious one, he told nothing to anyone, kept to himself, and thought about many things. People wondered, yet none asked anymore. They had quickly learned they would get no answers. He didn't care about them, any of them. It wasn't that he was heartless, but after spending many nights here, Leon had gotten his opinion of them firmly set in his brain.
They were all idiots.
They had the ability to have a life, yet they wasted it here. Doing what? They spent half their lives so drunk they could hardly stand. Had they no one to go to? He despised them, yet he came back. How could they have nowhere to be? No one to be with? They had...no one to cherish? They were pathetic.
'Hypocrite.'
Leaning back in his chair, Leon fingered his drink, staring up once more. He didn't wince at the one word that had run through his mind. He didn't like it, didn't like being a hypocrite, but he was one. Here he sat, thinking ill of those around him for not being with their family or friends, when he was doing the same. He came to try and forget, but he, if he had the humility, could go back. Firion had told him he would be welcomed with open arms. The princess Hilda had offered him the ability to join the ranks. He could have been a knight for her. Not a dark knight either. He had the swordsmanship to be able to fight, and perhaps soar in the ranks. But he had to much pride. To much pride to let those around him give him slack. He claimed to much had gone on between them for him to have returned. But what was it really? Was it really that to much had happened? Or was it his own foolish pride getting in the way?
Raising his mug, Leon touched it to his lips and drank, before returning the glass to its place on the table. Setting back, Leon closed his eyes for a moment. As soon as he did, a vision of his sister came into his mind. After his parents had died, she had become everything to him. Leon had sworn to himself that he would protect her...but he hadn't. Instead he had tried to kill not only her, but his best friend as well. No. Leon didn't deserve to be welcomed back. And so here he sat. They would meet again yes, he had given Firion that promise when he had left. But when would that be? Now? Later? He told himself that when he had a reason to be forgiven, that he would go back. How long would he search though? What was holding him back from leaving and going right now? He ached to see his sister, make sure she was alright. 'She's probably still wearing those indecent outfits that show off everything...I'll have to change that...' Firion...he would have protected her for him. He was, forever, no matter what had happened between them, his brother and best friend.
"Well hello handsome! You want a taste of somethin' more then that beer?"
Opening his dark, midnight blue eyes, Leon lifted his face and peered into the woman leaning across the table, her chest exposed toward him. With dark blue hair to match his eyes, and a toned body, he was a striking man. He never thought of himself as handsome though. He was a fighter, he didn't have time to worry over his appearances. With no expression on his face, Leon looked at her face and only that as she leaned toward him. "I'm not interested in anything besides my beverage." In a calm, deep voice, he spoke that, his eyes dropping back and looking at the liquid through dark eyes. He didn't find her attractive in the least. Her makeup was to heavy, her outfit just spoke of cheap, and the pout she had on her lips was to practiced. He wanted no woman who would go to any man for what she was offering. "You gonna refuse a lady?" The voice spoke from close to him. Leon turned his gaze up, looking at the man who had spoken, Leon noticed him weaving on his feet while simply standing. Standing up, he nodded his head slowly at the man, a hand resting lightly on his sword, which remained where it was in its sheath.
"I would refuse no lady...when you see one, be sure to point her out to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 1244 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Leila ^_^ Location:; Bar! Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; Using your audition ftw? Listening To:;[/color] If tomorrow never comes - Garth Brooks
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
Posts: 22
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Post by Leila on Feb 28, 2012 21:55:51 GMT -5
Sailors were bustling all around her as ropes were set, knotted, and made sure to be taught. The sails were closed up and placed against the wooden beams that held up them up. The anchor was rotated down to set into the ground beneath the water, and to keep the massive ship in place so that it would not wonder off. There was also a good amount of jitters and excitement about the boat. It had been awhile since they had set port, and gone drinking. Actual drinking. Bartender and women and swearing and fighting. The whole package. There was usually swearing and fighting on the ship, but the crew wasn't about to hit on their captain, and she liked her crew to actually be able to think when they were working on her ship. But, Leila, the captain of this marvelous ship, knew that even sailors needed to receive a reward every now and again. Because if they didn't, then they got crabby. And Leila did not like to deal with crabby sailors.
Sailors and pirates jumped off of the ship and headed straight for the tavern, ready and set to get mind-blowing drunk, even though they knew the repercussions. They may get an earth-shattering hangover the next day, but it would be worth it. Leila followed after them, a smirk on her face as she prepared herself for her own little "adventure." It had been a while since she could go a bit wild and just have some fun herself. Entering the turmoil of the tavern, she grabbed a pint off of a passing waitress tray, and started gulping down the cool alcohol. She exclaimed her appreciation, and wiped her mouth off with her arm. Sitting down, she put her feet up on the table.
"Drinks all aroun'!" she yelled out, and there were countless exclamations from her crew and some of the other guests at the pub. She took another long drink before setting it down hard and having some of the liquid swishing out. She laughed out, already enjoying herself. Her mind wandered to the adventures she had with Firion and the gang. Amazing how a day can go from magnificent to revolting to heading out on an adventure in a matter of only a few hours. It was still clear in her mind, like it happened yesterday. One moment, she had thought she would be on top of the world, and the next, she fighting next to some pretty powerful landlubbers against the Emperor. Not something you see everyday. But, they had done it. They had defeated the Emperor and now there was peace. Well, turmoil was fun but peace could work too.
As she started on her second drink, she looked out at her crew. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves and that made her smirk turn into a small smile. They deserved some happiness. And some time on land. Only a good amount of people could take being on the sea for so long, but Leila had to admit, her crew was some of the best out there. Taking a sip, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. There was a man, a very good looking man from what she could see, in a corner all by himself. But, he seemed very familiar. The alcohol must have already been affecting her brain, because she found it quite hard to remember. Except for the wench that was practically laying all over his table, trying to make herself look attractive. Leila shook her head and turned her attention back on her drink. She didn't know what some men saw in the brothel maids. They just caked on the makeup and pulled their dresses down as much as they dared. Sure, Leila fooled around. What female pirates didn't? But, at least she looked human.
But, her attention was drawn back to the table in the corner. It seemed the handsome man had refused her and Leila felt a slight leap of joy bound up inside of her. She didn't know why, though. Her attention was riveted though, and she wouldn't be able to turn away. Another onlooker came up and must have said something because the man in the corner stood up, a hand on his sword. Suddenly her memory kicked in and she remembered who he was. Firion and the group had fought him...Leon! That was his name. Leon. A smirk came to her lips. Not bad. Watching, she could see the beginning sights of a fight. Standing up, she left her drink where it was, and walked over, a wide smirk on her face. She stopped so that all three of them were in her vision.
"Oy, I don' know what ye see, but that 'lady' over there isn't exactly high-class meterial. Go a bit lower in stature and wait on the fightin'. I would like to be a little mor' drunk before ye all start throwin' punches aroun'."
She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her left hip, so that they could get a clear view of the sword and daggers she had sheathed around her waist. She also had a good amount of the pub on her side, so if the man attacked, he would be pummeled within seconds.
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Feb 29, 2012 10:08:52 GMT -5
Standing easily, Leon looked at the man in front of him, who seemed to be ready to try and start an all and out battle. “Whatyda mean by that?! You sayin’ she ain’ a lady?” Raising his eyebrow in disgust, Leon felt his body relax, fingers lightly stroke the handle of his sword, sticking out of its sheath. “If you weren’t so slobbering drunk you couldn’t tie your own shoe laces, perhaps you could understand what I was trying to say without causing a grinding of gears.” The man blinked, standing there for a moment, before stumbling toward Leon. Falling over him, the man grabbed for his arm. “I’m gonna defend her honor-“ Raising his arm up, Leon clasped his shirt right below his neck, tightening his fingers around it, dark eyes menacing. “Don’t touch me ever again.” Staring the man down, he watched as the fool blubbered and whined, writhing in his grasp. Staring into his eyes, Leon’s lip twitched, before he shoved the man away from him and down. ’Get away from me, insolent trash.’
Leon felt contempt for these people once again. As the man fell and flailed around on the floor, he could feel that contempt rising. Standing over the man, his hand continued to lightly touch his sword. Did any of them know the meaning of anything meaningful? Standing tall, a striking figure, the dark man watched the man attempt to get to his feet. With a serious, yet almost bored gaze, void of the emotions and thoughts going around in his head, Leon took a step closer. “You should stay where you are before I throw you to the swine.” Even a drunk man could realize the change. No longer was the man simply joking. He had a deadly look on his face. Leon was sick of these men, and their petty insolence. Before he could do anything else however, a female figure stepped up toward him. Eyes went from the man quivering on the floor, to the woman, well figured and interestingly dressed.
Pirate.
"Oy, I don' know what ye see, but that 'lady' over there isn't exactly high-class meterial. Go a bit lower in stature and wait on the fightin'. I would like to be a little mor' drunk before ye all start throwin' punches aroun'."
Blinking, Leon looked down at her. From his tall vantage point, he appraised her with his eyes, before raising his eyebrow slightly. Freeing his hand from resting on his sword, Leon crossed them over his broad chest, watching her. How intriguing. A pirate. With no expression on his face, Leon turned until he was squarely facing the woman instead of looking at the fallen man. Keeping him in his vision however, Leon centered completely on the woman. She was that. All woman. Unlike the cheap ‘lady’ that had come to him earlier, this one attracted him. Any man would be attracted. Asking him to wait on the fighting... Smirking then, his eyes changed. “You would try to stop a man from fighting?” He admired her gumption.
When she shifted so he could clearly see her weapons, Leon could not help noticing her figure before his gaze shifted to the weapons. Taking a few moments to look at what she was ‘showing’ him, Leon’s gaze then lifted to the men that, though drinking, had turned their gaze to look at what must be their captain. He was an intelligent man, and though he remained calm and simply sized them up, he knew when he should start a fight and when he should not. However, Leon had no interest in starting a fight with any of her crewmen, or the woman herself. Standing and looking down at the shorter woman, his eyes took in her appearance. Finally waving his hand, Leon turned his gaze toward her eyes. “To start something would mean an attack from the men in which you hold charge over. Am I right?” Smiling at her slightly, Leon found himself admiring her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 877 Muse:; Great Tagged:; Leila <3 Location:; Bar Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; *runs in circles* Listening To:;[/color] Painted - Evan's blue
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
Posts: 22
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Post by Leila on Mar 1, 2012 22:24:58 GMT -5
Leila watched closely from her perch as the taller man with the armor and the drunk seemingly clashed. It was quite a funny spectacle. The drunkard really thought he could take on an armored man with a sword. He had grabbed the man's arm and in turn, the man grabbed the drunkard by his shirt collar and practically lifted him off of the ground. Leila couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scene. It was just too great. But of course, her eyes traveled to the armored guy. He wasn't that bad in the way of looks, in fact he was practically handsome, and the way he showed his strength, well, she had to admit, she was already feeling an attraction. She didn't believe in love at first sight, but by God when you had a combination like that...it just happened on its own. As the man pushed the drunk down and he flailed and fell to the floor, Leila knew she had to figure out who the guy with the sword was. Natural curiosity was running through her, a curiosity she would be happy to oblige to. So, she finished her drink, wiped her mouth, and stood up ready to fill the curiosity.
As the man obtained a serious look on his face, she walked over and became a part of this by her own doing. Speaking out, the man turned towards her and looked at her. She quickly noticed him looking at her, really looking, and she smirked at him. Well, well, it seemed that she wasn't the only one who was gaining an attraction of sorts. How quiant. Now that she was closer, she could also see how well built he was, even with what he was wearing. He had well-built muscles and a good stature. Not bad. Not bad at all. Her smirk grew a little bit wider.
"I would," she said, answering his question, "but only if there is somethin' in it for me. If someone wants to get beat up then I will gladly watch the show." She finished with a slight laugh at the thought. She had seen a good amount of fights and fought in as much an amount as that. She enjoyed fighting. It gave her an outlet for any rage she had accumulated through working with almost a thousand men. There was another outlet...but she didn't want to go into that at the moment. To get her point out across, she cocked her hip to show the weapons she had strapped to her waist. She also had a killer Thunder spell that she could always whip out if her sword and daggers weren't enough. That would certainly fry her opponent to a crisp. But, once again she saw the man admiring her and she couldn't help but feel slightly flattered. But, her mind was taken back to attention when he asked her about her men. She raised an eyebrow and turned around to see all eyes on the spot, all of them her men. She motioned them down. She could handle this. If not, a simple, yelled order and they would be running. She turned back to the man and shrugged.
"Ay, those would be my men. Rubbish fighters, but they get the job done. As for ye, ye seemed to be bit of loner. Need any help on fixin' that?" she asked, returning the smile he gave her. She had already forgotten about the man and cheap lady, her mind focusing on something much better that was standing right in front of her. She uncrossed her arms, and a placed a hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised as she waited for an answer.
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
Posts: 70
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Post by Leonhart on Mar 5, 2012 2:28:13 GMT -5
"I would, but only if there is somethin' in it for me. If someone wants to get beat up then I will gladly watch the show."
Feeling a wry smile lift onto his lips, Leon raised his eyebrow, wondering at this woman. Not many intrigued him, less attracted him. Yet this one did both. Keeping his arms crossed, he looked at her again, wondering at who she was. He felt he should know her, or at least know of her. But nothing was coming to mind. It was right there though, right on the tip of his tongue. So why couldn’t he remember? Standing straight and tall, the young man was left wondering. Still, though he disagreed that a woman should break up a mans fight, he couldn’t help but listen to her while she explained. Her voice…that accent, it was different. Not a bad accent, but different from what he was used to. Different was good though, if everyone were the same, life would get dull very quickly.
While standing, he found that he was concentrating on the way she talked, rather then what she was actually saying. Though he was vaguely hearing it, he found himself interested in the odd voice qualities. Everything one would expect from a Pirate. Of course, it wasn’t often that one ran into pirates, at least not in the…field he had gone into, if one wished to call it that. A reply, however, would be expected. Though he tended to stay away from most after the mess with being controlled, Leon did not hate speaking to people who would do more then annoy him. Yes, he still enjoyed the company of others, but only a select few. Most turned his stomach.
“I assume that means you yourself have seen many battles.” Eyes wandered to look at her again. From the long hair, to the interesting garb. Perhaps this was where Maria had gotten her idea for fashion. Then again, it was much more appealing on this woman, then it was on his own sister. He, after all, felt no urges to tell this woman to put on some more clothes. But despite the way she dressed, she held herself as one in control. This was no cheap woman to be bartered and sold. He respected this. Some men may prefer the cheap women who threw themselves at any paying customer. He had never been one of them. Not only had his parents done a job with teaching him, but his own sister would raise holy hell if he turned to a lifestyle such as that. And of course, no self respecting man took advantage of a woman.
"Ay, those would be my men. Rubbish fighters, but they get the job done. As for ye, ye seemed to be bit of loner. Need any help on fixin' that?"
While she spoke, Leon gazed at the crew, standing up against the bar. A hearty lot, but probably none of them actually excelled at any particular weapon. Yes, a club and fist sort of crew. They relied more on simply physical strength then any intelligence or pointed fighting abilities. Easy for one so well trained as himself, yet he wanted none of actually harming them. “I’m pleased they’re your men. I would have hated to kill them.”
Gaze shifting back toward the woman, Leon had to smile. Forward, but restrained. She was something. It took someone special to catch his eye. The invitation was not unpleasant of itself. Perhaps he had been a loner for too long. Perhaps it was the time for the company of a beautiful woman. If for nothing then a drink and a conversation, then so be it. Leon was no teenager, love struck and frothing at the mouth. Calculating, he did nothing before first assessing the situation. Gesturing over toward the table he had been sitting, he studied her again. “Perhaps it is the appropriate time to fix my natural desire for seclusion. Would you care to sit and drink?” Stepping toward the table, Leon spared no glance to the man, still cowering where he had dumped him. Instead, he reached his hand toward her, beckoning her, while with his other hand he deftly pulled out a chair for her to sit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 918 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Leila <3 Location:; Bar :3 Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; You play such a good Leila D8 Listening To:;[/color] Nothing
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
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Post by Leila on Mar 10, 2012 21:12:01 GMT -5
This guy was definitely different. He had a type of armor that she hadn't seen around all that often, and if he wasn't so handsome, she would most likely try to steal a piece or two of it to put in to her treasure trove, or sell it for a good sum. But, she held back her urges. Her earlier look around of the pub showed her that there was some good booty in this small town that she had made port in. Besides, they had also gotten some other treasure from a couple of boats and ships not too long ago. And there was also the matter that her crew could do what they wished so long as they didn't cause too much trouble that would involve some sort of widespread attack or would lead them on the run for a while. Then she would kill them. Metaphorically...of course.
But, then her attention got focused on to other matters. Such as, as she talked she noticed that he seemed to be quite focused on her. His eyes seemed to be slightly glazed over, and they never swayed from her face. Well now, it seemed that someone had really set his sights on her. Not that she minded. It had been awhile since she had seen someone with his bodily stature. After she had left Firion's crew to get back to her usual pirate business, the only men she had been around had been her crew. And they weren't exactly the best lookers, except for maybe one or two. But, they usually also got pretty grungy looking. It came with the job. However, this guy, well, let's just say that she wouldn't mind spending a night with him.
"Heh, aye. Quite a few actually. Whether it be lan' or sea. I may be a lass, but I can assure ye, ye don' wanna piss me off. Ye also look like someone who has seen a lo' o' bouts," she said with a bit of a laugh in response to his statement. And it wasn't a complete lie. She had been in plenty of battles whether it had been with Firion, or leading the Rebellion. Everywhere she went during that time, it seemed like there was a battle that had to be fought. Not that she minded that either. Her skills had greatly increased from all that she had done, and she was pretty proud of where she had come from all of it. She was never afraid to lift her head up high, with a smirk on her face, but now she could have a hand on her sword and have her posture say, 'come at me! I can take ye!' After all, that was what it was all about, right?
She cocked an eyebrow when he mentioned her men. And then she laughed. "Ye wouldn't want to have to kill 'em, eh? Well, I am gla' abou' tha'. So long as I still go' a crew in the end." She couldn't help but laugh. Only because of the memories it brought up. She was sure a man like him could take on her crew quite easily, much like another group that she had tricked and then joined. Ah, memories.
Calming down slightly, she placed her hands on her hips, and shook her head, still chuckling. Looking back up at him, she noticed his smile, and returned it with her own. She took in her own sight of him once again, and made up her mind. She asked him about being a loner, and he answered quite well. She would be able to enjoy his company more, she liked that. "I think I can slow down a bi' and sit wit ye." And then he proceeded to hold out his hand and move out a chair for her. "Oh, someone is deciding to be quite a gentleman. Al'ight, I'll play along." But, she took his hand and sat down in the chair he pulled. And then she proceeded to turn around in her chair and yell out, "Oy! Two roun's o' ale over here!" And soon enough, in no time flat, there were the two cups. She quickly grabbed one, but didn't take a drink right away. As much as she loved the stuff, she still wanted some coherent thoughts when around him. That could wait till later.
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Mar 18, 2012 18:51:35 GMT -5
"Heh, aye. Quite a few actually. Whether it be lan' or sea. I may be a lass, but I can assure ye, ye don' wanna piss me off. Ye also look like someone who has seen a lo' o' bouts," Somehow he didn’t doubt that she wouldn’t be one to anger. After watching her for only a few moments, but not only looking, but really seeing, he could tell. A spitfire. Well that was fine, he was used to strong women in the family. Used to it, ad besides, dull women lost their appeal very quickly. People in this life were boring, doing nothing but the daily routine they found so intriguing. Perhaps that was why they had to come here and get slobbering drunk. When they did drink too much, all they were was a nuisance. One that bothered him greatly. Any man that would allow himself to drink to the point of intoxication wasn’t a man that should be able to look in the mirror and stomach himself. Men did things they normally wouldn’t, such as hit a woman. Many times he had seen the whores around the bar get hit. He had intervened, of course. Women were supposed to be a thing to be treated well, even the women that weren’t ladies.
Vision turned toward the woman with the violet hair. The hint of a smile lifted on his lips then, before nodding slightly. “I’ve learned long ago not to anger a lady that has a weapon and knows how to use it.” Hesitating a mere moment, a shoulder lifted into a shrug, before his blue eyes met hers. “Too many. Destiny has forced me to be a man that uses his sword regularly. The right amount of fighting gets a mans blood pumping. Too much wearies him.” With a more serious expression on his face, the young man cleared his throat and turned attention back to the woman who was standing by him. All woman. Everything about her spoke of the strength she had underneath the smooth skin and feminine features.
"Ye wouldn't want to have to kill 'em, eh? Well, I am gla' abou' tha'. So long as I still go' a crew in the end." The laugh she gave off put him at ease and made a smile of his own appear on his face. Leon wasn’t a man to smile easily, nor was it easy to amuse him, yet the things she said did amuse him. Perplexing, but for once, she was someone he wouldn’t mind figuring out. How a woman had gotten to be a ships captain, he wished to figure out. Not that he thought it a bad thing, and knew himself, that women were a force to be reckoned with. However, anyone at such a young age holding such a title was exemplary. Holding her gaze then, he simply shrugged a shoulder. “I wouldn’t harm your crew...so long as they don’t get defensive of me showing attention to their captain.”
"I think I can slow down a bi' and sit wit ye. Oh, someone is deciding to be quite a gentleman. Al'ight, I'll play along." A gentleman. At times perhaps. Women deserved respect, most of them anyway. After waiting for her to be seated, Leon pulled out another and sat down with quiet ease. Slipping a foot on the table leg beneath him, he leaned back against the chair, looking at the female that was now occupying the seat beside him. After so long of being controlled and feeling lost, trying to regain himself, a small part of him was coming back. Starting to feel…alive again. After all, when had he last felt his body and mind respond to a female? The silly twits did nothing to him, most didn’t.
"Oy! Two roun's o' ale over here!" Reaching for the closest drink as it was placed before them, Leon lifted it to his lips and tilted the glass back until the frothy liquid hit his mouth. Removing the glass, he held it in his mouth for a mere second before he allowed the liquid to slip down his throat. He’d already drank some previously, but knew his limit. He was far from intoxication. When one didn’t have their head about them, they did some things they would no doubt regret, and say things they wished they hadn’t. He wanted none of that. Dulled senses meant being unable to enjoy life. If things went like they could, he didn’t want to be impaired. “My name, in case you were wondering, is Leon. I’m curious as to how such a young, beautiful woman became the captain of what no doubt, must be a pirate ship.” Settling back in his chair, a small smirk lifted onto his features, midnight blue eyes steadily watching her.
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
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Post by Leila on Mar 19, 2012 10:45:00 GMT -5
With each passing second as this conversation moved along, Leila couldn't help but like the guy more and more. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and good features all around to match. He didn't seem to mind that she was a pirate either. A good amount of people ran for the hills if they made port. Only the ones who they needed to make business with stayed, or the ones stupid enough who thought they could take her and her crew. But this guy, he seemed to enjoy it. Not that she minded it. She was enjoying herself too. After all, he was giving off quite a nice view, even if he was wearing all of that armor.
She smirked when he said that he knew he shouldn't anger a woman with a weapon. And boy was that the truth. Many a time she had beaten someone, mostly a man, for degrading her just because she was a female. She made sure that they knew after that that it isn't very smart to anger someone like her. Though, by the looks of it, it wasn't a smart idea to anger him as well. For someone who wore that much armor and had a sword around their waist, he obviously knew how to use it. And he obviously knew how to be menacing, from what she had seen earlier. But, then his expression changed to a more serious tone and she cocked an eyebrow. She watched him carefully, and noticed that when she laughed, he seemed to soften up a bit. That was good. He looked like someone who needed to relax every now and again as well.
"Ah, don' worry abou' them. They can handle their captain bein' a little...rebellious," she said with a smirk in regard to his comment.
She sat down when he pulled out the chair for her and got herself comfortable. She looked around the room quickly, to make sure her crew was still acting presentable and not like buffoons, like they sometimes did. But, all seemed to be going well. Turning around in her chair, she yelled out to the bartender for two drinks and they came immediately. She took her cup, as did her companion who took a drink, and she took one as well, though she kept herself from chugging it all down. She still wanted to have coherent thoughts, even if she had become pretty good at holding her liquor over the years.
Her attention was moved back on to him when he spoke up again. So, his name was Leon. Not a bad name. Not bad at all. He asked her what had basically made her pirate captain ad she couldn't help but reminisce for a moment. She quickly remembered all the major memories that led up to her becoming the captain of her own ship, and then meeting Firion's crew. Destiny had a funny way of leading people together, and this was definitely another one of those moments. "Leon, eh? Well, you can call me Leila. As to how I became a pirate captain, it's just the usual story. Life at home was too borin' and I yearned for adventure. So, I ran away from home, stowed away on a ship and here I be. You got a story for yerself at all?"
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Mar 21, 2012 22:15:35 GMT -5
"Ah, don' worry abou' them. They can handle their captain bein' a little...rebellious," Rebellious.
She looked that. He determined after looking her up and down a few more times, she not only looked it, but the description fit her perfectly. Not a bad thing. Funny, how much more appealing rebellion was in this woman versus his own sister. He’d rather Maria follow orders, but the wild zeal for living she had intrigued him. After all, the burden resting on his shoulders had dampened any of that in him earlier on. Now though, now he could truly live. Perhaps destiny had turned in his favor for once. That was, if he actually believed in that fairy tale nonsense. Things happened because they happened. It wasn’t destiny that he had ended up as a dark knight. It was the fact that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Had it been another group of children running, then it would have been someone else chosen.
He got a name as well as a story. Leaning back in his chair, he digested the information. Leila. A name worthy of the young woman. “The pleasure is mine Leila.” The smile he gave her was the most genuine he had given her so far. Just a hint of a smile, a shadow that crossed his face, but this one reached the coldness of his eyes, softening the hard edges for a few moments. She was something alright. He didn’t know she was acquainted with Firion or Maria, or else it would perhaps alter the way he viewed her. More weary, as right now, he wanted no ties with them that could be used against him…or them. This was a fresh meeting though, one he was enjoying greatly.
Her story once again intrigued him. Sitting back and listening to her voice as she spoke on about the life she had lived, he was imagining it in his mind. He could see her, a rebellious child striking out from home. Alone, but ready to tackle the world. If people had half the gumption as she, they wouldn’t hang around this filthy hole, intoxicating themselves nightly instead of doing something constructive with their time and efforts. She had made it to where she wanted to be. The life of a Pirate sounded appealing, but was it really? Running from people, never a steady home other then the captain’s quarters, which even then rocked to and fro with the waves. “The drive you have impressive. I wish more were like you, instead of waiting for destiny to fall into their hands.”
Was that not, however, what he was doing?
“You got a story for yerself at all?" With a shrug, Leon took another drink of the alcohol set before him. Pondering a moment on how to answer, he finally turned midnight blue gaze toward her, his eyes studying her face. Truly a man to keep to himself, Leon wondered at what he should tell her. Or what he desired to. Oddly enough, he felt like telling her more then he would most. Still, the sure way to destroy your chances with a woman was tell her you were a tortured dark knight, who had been controlled by the ruler of hell. That brought a wry smile to his lips. “Everyone has a story. Mine is…different then the fairy tales women wish to hear.” Taking another drink and slowly swallowing, Leon felt the burn go down his throat before lifting his gaze toward her once more. “I’m a knight looking for freedom, redemption, and for something lost.” Freedom from control, redemption from past sins, and he had lost himself along the way.
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
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Post by Leila on Apr 12, 2012 21:20:20 GMT -5
Leila continued to gaze at him as she held her usual smirk, and watched as she looked her up and down a few times. She was really liking this guy. He didn't seem to be intimidated by her, like some men were which just made them cowardly wimps, and he didn't try to hide to fact that he was...intrigued by her. After all, she wasn't one for keeping her distance, whether it be physically or in a fight, land or sea. And he didn't seem to be one either with that armor, sword, and supposedly muscular body. Yes, he was definitely intriguing, himself.
Her attention was once more averted to his question about her own name and her backstory as to how she became a pirate captain. She obliged, giving him the simple story. If he wanted real tales, like the journeys she went to, the adventures she embarked on, and the battles she fought, then those could wait till...later. Taking a swig of her ale, she nodded at the memories the thoughts brought on. She wondered how her parents were doing. After all, she had just packed up and left home to become a pirate. Though, she never really thought about them, this being an exception. She had left them behind when she left. Simple as that. She liked to keep it simple. That left less worries behind which meant less failure and more success. And boy, did she love success.
"Why, thank ye. Not many people compliment someone who became a rotten, thievin' scoundrel because they wanted ta, but I'll take it."
Being polite, she asked him about his life once she was done with her simple story. It was an innocent enough question, but she was in the dark. She didn't know about his dark past while she had been out helping Firion fight the Emperor. She watched him carefully as he took another swig of his own alcohol and then gazed at her for a long time. He must be trying to choose his words carefully. That wasn't a good sign. That meant he had something to hide, or something that he didn't want her to hear. She cocked an eyebrow as she waited as patiently as she could, taking small sips of her delicious ale. But, he finally spoke up and she listened intently, though she didn't get what she was hoping for. But, she did listen to him fully before speaking up herself.
"Yea', well, I am not yer usual woman. And I like the good ol' hearty tales with bloo' and gor' rather than the pretty, girly fairy tales with the happy endin'. Now it would be best to get expandin' on what you mean' by 'freedom, redemption, and lookin' for somethin' lost.'"
She turned around in her chair to look at her crew, who were happily getting drunk. They weren't leaving anytime soon. She turned back around.
"I have plenty a' time for such."
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Apr 15, 2012 22:45:57 GMT -5
A smile hovered over his features when she mentioned how not many would be likely to compliment her. Sitting where he was, a hand lightly caressing the bottle his fingers were wrapped around, Leon thought about what she said. Perhaps that was the case with many. After all, people feared what they did not know, and they didn’t know anything about pirates. Obviously they were human as well, but to some, they didn’t think so. Interesting, how prejudice could inhibit the communication between those of the same species. With a shrug then, Leon’s dark blue eyes turned upward to look at the young woman sitting across from him, enjoying the view. “Perhaps many would view any in your profession as scum, but they might just be those that are either jealous of your freedom, or desire to have what you do. I myself feel impressed at your knowing what you want and going for it. Takes gumption, and that I can respect.” Leon thought of his own situation again. Maria had that same gumption, to get whatever it was that she wanted, to go after it.
He himself wasn’t quite the same. Still tortured by his own demons, Leon was having a hard time completely breaking free from that previous life. No longer controlled, he still had to deal with the aftereffects. Maria and Firion assured him that there was room for him in their own broken little family, but he didn’t think there was in his own mind until he found that redemption. Perhaps it could be classified as moping, but he just couldn’t handle being around them with the knowledge of what he had done looming over him.
How he had chosen to speak of himself was just a cover up. After all, who wanted to tell a woman what his story actually was? It wasn’t that he was lying, as he was all of those things. He was looking for freedom and redemption yes, but from what? It was hard to tell someone that you had been controlled by the lord of the underworld. Yes, that didn’t exactly scream first date material. Still, her reply to what he had said forced him to realize that if there was anyone that wouldn’t judge him for his past history, it would probably be this woman sitting in front of him right now. After all, hell, she was a pirate, and had been from a young age. That didn’t exactly breathe fairy tale girl, just as she had said, and a wry smile passed over his lips again, but didn’t quite reach the eyes. Glancing behind her as she did, he noticed her crew getting themselves as drunk as could be very quickly. A hearty lot anyway, they seemed to be very happy with themselves anyway. “Yes, you certainly have quite some time before they’ll be able to drag their sorry carcasses back to your ship.”
One thing he knew, was that he would best start explaining.
Where to start…
Sitting back and watching her lightly, Leon shrugged slightly. “You asked for it, don’t feel like you need to make up some excuse when you run.” Continuing the stroking of the bottle he loosely held in his hand, Leon thought once again of his past. “The lord of the underworld held me in his vices for a long time, controlling my thoughts and actions in order to manipulate me and bend me to do his will, which included trying to kill my sister and best friend. Freedom and redemption would come from this, freedom from control and redemption for past sins.” Watching her to see her reaction, Leon continued slowly, reluctantly. “The thing lost would be myself.” Cocking his head to the side, Leon waited yet more to see if she would indeed run. “Feel like accepting the drink was a bad idea?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 859 Muse:; Good! Tagged:; Leila :3 Location:; Bar Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; Nothin'! Listening To:;[/color] Sara Evans - Suds in a bucket <-- don't ask? xD
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
Posts: 22
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Post by Leila on May 7, 2012 9:56:15 GMT -5
She was still a bit taken aback by his comment. There was much truth in her statement. She and her crew were thieves, scoundrels, and for all of their crimes there weren't enough nooses in the world to hang them for all the crimes they had on their heads. Not that that scared her. With all of her weapons and her Thunder spell that little rope would be nothing to escape from. And even if she lost her blades, she wasn't half bad at hand-to-hand combat. All the sparring she did with her crew showed for that. She shrugged and smirked when he spoke that people could very well be jealous of her and her crew and that he was quite impressed by her. She was sure that that conversation could go on for awhile but she didn't wish to talk about how different people viewed pirates differently. She wanted to get on to better topics of conversation.
Leila truly was interested in Leon's life story. After all, she had told him hers, albeit the very short, very very cut version, but she told him nonetheless. And it seems like his would be much more interesting than hers. Just by looking at him, she could deduce it was one of two different types. It was either a heroic story about him learning all that he could so that he could become the greatest in the land and defeat the great evil that stood in his way, or he had the worst lick in the world and got dealt all the wrong blows and built himself up from the bottom. She would much rather hear the latter, but from experience, either one brought excitement in the ways of listening to stories.
She watched him carefully, wondering greatly if he was going to tell her or not. The interest was growing with each passing second that he kept silent. She watched as his lips upturned into a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and she suddenly knew that he was going to tell her. She inadvertently and unconsciously leaned forward in her chair, her purple blue hair falling over her shoulders, and her grip on the bottle of ale tightening with anticipation, her ears perking up to catch every single detail. Her suspicions and gut feeling were only made even more right when he said that she had asked for it, and she couldn't help the small grin that appeared.
She listened intently as he started and continued on. So, it was the latter, in a sort of way. As he continued on, she slowly went back to leaning comfortably in her chair, his words filling her ears as she imagined this strong, young man being controlled by an evil mastermind. And she wasn't going to hate him for that or for being weak. Anyone could be controlled if the controller had enough power. Even she could be though she didn't really like the idea of that. She wasn't someone that was controlled and she certainly wouldn't allow it. But, she did have an interesting reaction to his story, one that even surprised her when it bubbled out.
She laughed.
It started as a small chuckle that just turned into s gigantic guffaw, that she tried to hold back with her hands but failed miserably.
"Aye, mate! That be quite a tale," she said, still chuckling, but a wee bit more calm than before. "You made it sound so much worse!"
She shook her head and let out a long breath. She thought he was going to say that he had massacred a great amount of people or had to do some other unspeakable deeds that she couldn't think of right now. But, being controlled to go after his best friend and family, well, she wasn't about to blame him for that one if he was indeed controlled. And by the way his voice sounded as he spoke, she believed him.
"And I am still gla' I got that drink," she said in response to his final question as she stared back at him, a certain glint in her eyes, and a smirk on her face, daring him to try something else that would drive the young pirate captain away. Because, obviously, there wasn't much that could.
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on May 23, 2012 6:57:04 GMT -5
Keeping a serious expression on his face, Leon kept his face deadpan and watched her expression to see what she might be thinking. He didn’t feel comfortable telling his story, not even to Maria and Firion. Despite only telling her the overview, he still wondered why he had started to tell her. Why was it that he felt comfortable telling her his story? Was it because she didn’t seem like the type to judge him? Was that the reason? Whatever it was, Leon wondered how he cold feel so…relaxed. Usually whenever he thought of the past he tensed up and closed up completely. Instead he felt like telling her more. Even now all he had in his mind was the events that had led him to become a dark knight. Being taken while unconscious away from his family. When he had refused to become a dark knight to the Emperor, they had tortured him until he had lost a portion of his sanity. Hurting, alone, he had finally caved to them. The Emperor had been able to intrude upon his weak mind and use him as nothing but a puppet. He had never spoken of that part of the descent to a dark knight, not to Firion, and especially not to Maria. It wasn’t something she needed to know, and besides, he would take no pity. Yes, he didn’t think she would judge him, given her past, but he didn’t expected her reaction.
The laugh caught him off guard. Raising an eyebrow, Leon stopped tapping the tabletop with his fingertips and stared at the beautiful young pirate as she laughed at his story. He hadn’t expected this at all. Not knowing what to say or do, he just waited until she got a hold of herself. Despite not knowing why she was laughing however, for some reason, her laughter was contagious. Without thinking, a large grin covered his face, reacting to her pleasure. Reaching out a hand, he gently patted her on the back. “Don’t choke yourself.”
Wait…she didn’t think his story so awful? Blinking, Leon retracted his hand and just sat there, not sure what to make of it. Hell, she just might be the first person not repulsed from that story. He had tensed up slightly, but now he found his muscles relaxing, his hand reaching for his drink. Taking another drink, he set it down and turned dark blue eyes toward her, a bit sheepish in his appearance. “If you desired, I could retell it and make it more tragic?” Smirking at her, he suddenly realized he hadn’t enjoyed himself so much in a long time. What was it about this woman that had such an effect on him? There was something about her, something different. In all appearances, she was just as beautiful as the more ‘gentle’ ladies that resided in the cities, who did nothing but preen themselves, yet there was steel beneath. He admired her.
Raising a hand with his glass in it slightly, he was for some reason, happy she hadn’t regretted the drink. “Sometime then, perhaps I’ll get another chance to buy you drink.” He knew what it implied, and hoped she did as well. He wanted to see her again. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone, even his own family, in a long time. He was by no means a romantic man. No, he was a realist, but something about her made him wish that was the opposite. “That is to say, if you’re ever at port again, instead of off causing mischief.”
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Leila
Final Fantasy II
Horny for Dark Knights
Posts: 22
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Post by Leila on Jun 4, 2012 11:00:29 GMT -5
She truly couldn't help herself when she laughed out loud at his tragic story of his past life. There was just something about it that was seemingly hilarious to her. Not that she found it, or him, humiliating in the slightest. She had watched him earlier, when they were trying to get some of the men to calm down, and she could see how strong and powerful he truly was. Of course, she could say that that was one of the reasons as to why she found herself attracted to him. He didn't seem to be a coward. And being brainwashed, controlled, and manipulated didn't make him a coward. It just made him all that much stronger for getting away from it and trying to dispel it from his mind. Hell, if the same thing ever happened to her, which she wished it didn't, she would want to forget it too. It was just that simple.
She could feel him pat her back slightly and he told her not to choke. She just simply chuckled a bit more as she waved him off and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down from her previous hysteria. "I'm fine. I'm fine. No need to get yerself into a tizzy abou' i'." She raised her eyes and watched his reaction as she said it wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. He seemed to relax and then took a drink from his cup. She laughed again when he spoke and she shook her head. "Nah, no need for tha'. I think I ge' the picture." And that she did. She understood that he had gone through a hard time being controlled by this lord of the underworld, as he put it. She was sure she could take the gory details but she would rather not. The night was going so well after all.
This fellow was definitely turning out to be different from some of the other men she had met when she had been in port. Most of them were a good amount of drunks who thought they could have her. She enjoyed messing with those blokes, especially when their faces changed when she put her sword to their throat and stole from them . That would always be fun. Others were just the usual men who thought a pirate would be fun to play around with and degrade. A good amount of these people had gotten a good punch in the face by not only her but her crew as well. But, Leon...there was just something about him that made him much more interesting. He seemed to be interested in her story about leaving home for a life of adventure. Leila wouldn't mind searching for that interesting part herself to figure it out.
She smirked when he raised he glass and said he would be happy to buy her another drink sometime in the future. She knew she would be happy too. What couldn't be better than drinking good ol', cold ale with a handsome man like Leon. And he seemed to be a mystery. She liked mysterious man. There was always that aura around them that just made them...interesting. Hm, maybe she did have a type. Maybe he was sitting right in front of her. Oh, so many maybe's. Time could only tell. Her smirk grew only wider as he spoke about her being off doing mischief. She closed her eyes and shook her head as she stood up and took a few steps forward to almost be standing in front of him. She placed a hand on the table and leaned down slightly, that all-knowing grin on her face.
"Well, I do like a wee bit of mischief in my...adventures."
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Leonhart
Final Fantasy II
Tortured Knight
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Post by Leonhart on Jun 4, 2012 12:47:12 GMT -5
As it turned out, her amusement was extremely contagious. With a wider grin then he’d had on his face in years, he studied her. The laugh lines were there as she let her amusement overtake all of her features. He liked that, and liked the light hearted feeling it produced within himself. He’d spent so much time brooding about his past sins, he hadn’t really known what laughter was any more. Even when he was with people that he could relax and enjoy himself around – or at least, had been able to in the past- he got trapped only being able to think of the wrongs he had committed against him. That was no way to have a relationship. It was easy with her. Easy to smile and let that amusement show. In his younger days he would like to think that he had a good sense of humor, even though slightly sarcastic. It felt good to be able to be himself without the guilt settling it’s heavy burden directly on his shoulders. Good to ease up every once in awhile and not be so brooding it looked like you might cut your wrists right then and there.
Nodding when she mentioned she had heard it enough, he paused and gave her a deadly serious face, but couldn’t hide the sparkle of amusement that lit up his deep blue eyes for the first time in many years. “Are you positive? I can tell you the longer version. It’s much more entertaining then the last, which could be because I can add a ton more detail. Actually the long version spans for a few hours, we might be able to stretch it to five if we tried. I’m sure you’d love it. But…if you’d rather miss out on this once in a lifetime experience, then I suppose I’ll have to honor your wishes.”, he teased her. What was wrong with him? He never talked this much, or…well not since that day all those years ago. Back when he had been taken in before the Emperor and forced to become a dark knight. He regretted doing what he had done to them, but he couldn’t say that he regretted keeping them from having to have the same fate.
This may be the most ironic thought he had ever had, but he determined that she was one of the most honest persons he’d met. How that could be the case with her background and profession, he would never know. Or perhaps her honesty was part of a façade. Perhaps he would never know, but she certainly was a breath of fresh air. He had always gotten bored with women who did nothing but preen themselves in hopes of catching a rich husband and living their lives in luxury. A woman who would desire independence, and not only want it, but leave her home and go get it herself, through unknown waters. Took a lot of gumption. A lot of gumption. If he could have as much pep as her, he would probably have found a way to redeem himself from the past sins. But that wasn’t so far, all he could do was search.
The look she gave him and the meaning weren’t lost on Leon. Studying her for a moment, he noted again the feminine features, from the roots of hair down…down…down. It was all there, looking just as a woman should. With that thought, he took another drink to cool himself off before he said anything, mirth still behind somber eyes. “I’m terribly interested in hearing about this mischief that you happen to do while you’re on adventures. I feel as if perhaps I would like to add to this mischief,” he spoke with a hint of a shadowy smile up on his lips. Something about her challenged and intrigued him. With a bit more seriousness in his features, he added in “Ships have always interested me. Perhaps you could show me yours, if your crew wouldn’t mind my presence.” He didn’t give a damn about the crew, but he figured he should add in some way to let her ‘let him down easy’ if she chose to do so. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 913 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Leila Location:; Tavern Outfit:; Clickeh!Notes:; :3 Listening To:;[/color] Same Old Trip - Chevelle
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