#leanie

[jachii]

[the-woods-call-me]

I’ve missed having a furry in FFXIV, haha, so I made a new girl in PSO2! Still on Ship 2, this is Leanie. <3

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[monstersofsilence]

Leanie Cruziv

Sitting on the couch. Sitting. That’s all he’s ever been doing. Waiting and waiting as he puts on his face paint, sighing heavily with every passing moment. From what he heard in the buzz at the Carnival that apparently Leanie and Hirana are becoming popular. The names were familiar to him. So much so that he hated hearing those names. They were the ones that almost ripped his mouth much wider than it is.

Psychopaths. That’s what he thinks of them, but even if he said that, he would be considered a hypocrite. Blinking from the knock of the door, he got up, opening the door to find her standing in front of him. Leanie. She was speaking in that language that nobody understood. Per usual. “Leanie, I don’t know what the hell you are saying.”

Leanie only frowned. “No hello? Really, Pie?” That name. He remembered being called that. He hated it.

“You should know that I hate being called that, Cruziv.” He responded. “And no hellos.” He walked away from the door way, pulling out the box he had near the couch and placed it next to him as the other troll walked inside.

“What’s wrong, Pie? Are you still mad about that stitch we gave you? Me and Hirana just wanted to give you a big ol’ grin!” She chuckled. At this point, he didn’t want to make eye contact with her.

“You came here for this. I don’t give a damn on what you and her plan to use it for. So here.” He said, placing the box on the small table. The box contained modified shock batons. Carry a large amount of watts of electricity than a regular one. He used it a couple of times in the pass, but then switched to his sword.

“Why thank you, Pie! This will be much useful for us in the future~” She said, grabbing the box and opening it, looking back at him as she sees fear in his eyes. A sinister grin grew on her face as the color of her eyes switched back and forth with every blink and soon become fully indigo. As Piocis turned to look at her, he looked right back into her eyes as he feels pain that he has never felt before.

It was enough for him to fall from the couch. “Piocis. Tell me something. Are you planning on leaving the Carnival? I really sure you don’t because that would be extremely sad for me and Hirana to go through and have you come back by force... or to kill you~” She said, walking over to where he is as he was screaming.

“No! No! No I’m not leaving! I-It’s where I belong! FUCK!” He said through hi yelling, holding his head as she crouched down, watching squirm in pain on the ground.

“That’s good~! I just wanted to know.” She let out a small giggle as she turned on the shock baton, placing it on him as he screamed and stuttered. She finally stopped, turning it off as her eyes turned white, walking back and placing the baton in the box. “Well, it’s been fun meeting you again, Pie! Don’t do anything stupid~!”

She walked out, laughing as Piocis lay on the ground, his body twitching, numb to the bone. He had no words. He only felt fear.

[thedancecard]

http://cargocollective.com/Leanie

[koroisnolongerusingthisblog-blog]

I LAUGH SO HARD AT THE WORD "WEENIE"?????????????

[himitsunodrabble]

Tempelwächter; Fail, Leanie

„Leanie, was liegt dir eigentlich an ihm?“ Fail festigte seinen Halt um die Taille seiner Tanzpartnerin, um sie weiter in endlosen Kreisen auf der nicht gerade geräumigen Tanzfläche zu drehen, die allerdings der Menge an freigestellten Tempelwächtern angemessen war. Die glücklichen, die ausnahmsweise einen Abend mit Vergnügen anstatt Arbeit verbringen durften, hatten die Räumlichkeiten allerdings selbst herrichten müssen – andere Tempelwächter durften schließlich nicht dafür abgezogen werden. „Es muss nicht gerade wenig sein, wenn du mit mir tanzt, damit ich dir einen Tanz mit ihm verschaffe.“ Die Tempelwächterin lächelte ihn verschmitzt an (…) „Ssh, es ist alles gut…“, flüsterte Fail seinem benommenen Kollegen zu. Er war sich nicht sicher, ob er (…)