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Mar 23 2018, 05:07 PM
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Leona enjoyed reading - a lot of books, she really could read all of them no matter how bad the story might be. ... okay, this maybe not, but at least she didn't focus on particular genres or something like that. However, today, she came for a special book - the newest volume of 'Holy Knight' just came out and she had to go and get a copy as soon as possible. She was a fast reader, sometimes she even read eight books on one day, but only if she had nothing else to do, so she would surely finish it soon, but... she still bought it.<br>
She used to borrow all of them earlier, but now she had the money. And every book she had read, she put into the library of the House of Fianna, so the children could enjoy more books than she had been able to. All these books... they were like little children to her, sometimes, or other dreams to dive into. Other worlds to explore. The world of unlimited possibilities. The world of a reflected societey. Of a society broken.<br>
Or just the tale of another hero.<br>
She wasn't able to come as early as she had intended to come because of the work, so she just had to hope that there still was a copy left... and there actually was. Quickly, she made her way to the book shelf, reaching her hand out...<br>
Another hand just touched the book as soon as she had, but she wasn't willing to let go firstly and looked with slight grudge at the other. She was too tired for a fight, but then again, she was still aggressive despite her calm attitude... and not sure what exactly would win this fight now.
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@eun sinbi | I hope the bookstore doesn't suffer... |D
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It has been years now. Somehow, they felt like hours for her, and she almost could see the hourglass with the grains of sand slowly falling. <i>Sablier</i> how the French called it. A beautiful world for something as tragic - but it reminded her of the fact that time passed. Time passed by and left lifes never lived behind.<br>
The melody played by her nimble fingers stopped in the middle of the crescendo. Her hands stopped in the middle of the air, floating above the black and white lines of the piano. She found herself in a practice room, alone. Of course, nobody would dare to disturb her whenever she was doing something creative. They feared her, probably, and honestly, she would do just the same.<br>
A sigh escaped her, leaning backwards against an invisible and non-existing back rest. She would never get real rest, probably, never ever. <b>"Okay, again."</b> She straightened her back, prepared herself to play again. The notes would be awful if she failed something like posture right away. The melody started from the very first point, it sounded a little bit insecure. Thoughtful.<br>
While the notes were filling the room slowly, she didn't notice that the door was still open, only a little bit, a little bit too much. It gave her notes room to escape, to find some ears to reach that weren't hers. Her eyes were fixed on a sheet of blank paper. There was nothing written on there in the reality, but the reality never had been the world she saw.<br>
She increased the volume. She had to be louder. Louder. The music. No, it wasn't enough. Not yet. In the middle of the song, she, again, stopped. Unable to continue the song. The story repeated itself. She leaned backwards. She wasn't able to move any further, and that for years. She didn't know how she had been living so far, honestly, but somehow, something kept her moving. She wanted to remember the smiling faces of her family, but she failed.
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composing music, playing the piano (preferred with someone else), being lowkey aggressive sometimes, reading a lot, visiting the orphanage, actually taking care of people (in an aggressive way)

music, composing songs, exchanging pieces of music, "her" orphanage, her "family", books, her glasses (she doesn't wear that often anymore), the piano, calming down, time to breathe

<s>violence</s>, feeling helpless and lost, illegal contracts, the voices in her head, being forced to end something, stupid people, high and mighty people, suspect people, people sometimes in general

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Sayaka Miki, Yeongho Jjok, A-hyeon Leeton, Taedae Mo, Sonthi Easterlefa

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<h1>Op. 0 N° 0</h1>
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<font class="leotalk">Something is missing. I know it. Just what... I can't see it. I only see all these lights flickering around, I hear voices, I...</font>
<font class="jabbtalk">Don't think about it too much. You'll only hurt yourself.</font>

Since she was able to think, she was always the weird one. There were voices. Voices in her head and only she was able to hear them. She saw lights sometimes, golden lights in front of her eyes but she didn't know why. Her mother let her bangs grow and grow so they covered her eyes. She didn't have to see the lights any longer. It maybe was okay. Maybe.<br>
With her parents by her side, the small child maybe was able to stand it all.<br>
Her father died.<br>
With her mother alone, she was still able to face it all if necessary.<br>
Her mother died.<br>
She was 12 years old when one night, a policeman came to her. He told her that her mother died because she got in between the fight of drunken brawls and got killed there. Other people said that she was killed by a monster. She didn't know for sure. She just knew that everything was shattering.
<font class="jabbtalk">It is better this way.</font>

Since she was able to think, there always was this voice in her head. No. This was wrong. Back then, it was only a feeling. It caused her pain while she still was feeling the desire to protect her. She gave this feeling a voice and a name.<br>

<h1>Op. 12 N° 1</h1>
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<font class="leotalk">I don't need anyone.</font><br>
She was admitted to the orphanage House of Fianna in her hometown. No one would miss her as the stranger took her away to the orphanage, and no one would be left to grieve about her mother's death. It was difficult to find her place in the orphanage, it was difficult to find her place in the whole world. She didn't get along with the other orphans, all being so much younger than herself. She just didn't know how to treat them, how to deal with them all.<br>
She had spent most of her life at the side of her mother or father as they had lived. And even among the orphans, she was the odd one. The voices and lights still accompanied her, the adults were talking about a severe disorder of whatever kind, a trauma left by her parents' death. But honestly, she didn't do much to rewrite this image. She hated the life there. She didn't want to be there, and she showed it clearly.<br>
She was aggressive towards everyone who came close to her, defiant of higher ups and unsettled. She had lost the roots of her life very early, and maybe she should have had more empathy for the other children. But the truth was, she didn't. She even became violent as another orphan tried to touch her long bangs, finalising that she was a problem child.<br>
The only refuge for her was the music and books. She taught herself how to play the old and rusty piano. It was one of the rare occasions to see her smile. She was peaceful whenever she read the books in the library, dusty and old, but still. They held such big a world and she just wanted to flee. Flee the life she had right now.<br>
<font class="leotalk">I can't.</font>
<font class="jabbtalk">You don't need anybody. You can make it on your own. Believe me.</font>

<h1>Op. 39 N° 5</h1>
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<font class="leotalk">I hear a melody. It's annoying somehow, but... there's a hand.</font><br>
A boy kept coming over to the orphanage suddenly. She knew that the orphanage kind of belonged to Eliot Bamho, he was the son of the family who ran the house. She... didn't really know if she should dislike him, actually. He was annoying and always kept coming even though she was harsh and they only bickered. But he kept coming back.<br>
He came and came and came.<br>
She actually started to like him, and they both became friends with the time passing. They both loved music, so they often played the piano together, four-handedly. Their friendship got a symbol later on - "Statice", a song that Eliot had dreamt of. She acutally didn't want to accept it firstly, it was too cheesy, but in the end, she accepted it and gave him "Lacie" in return. It somehow was the same story behind it, it was like... the song was coming out of her consciousness.<br>
She still heard the voices, and she still saw the lights, but it might be okay. Her bang was still long, her mind focused on the music she heard and played. She wanted to be louder. She didn't want to listen to them. But they were there. But she was able to stand it. And actually, there was a difference now. Sometimes, it seemed to her like a part of herself was inspired by all these voices and lights.<br>
<font class="leotalk">I can.</font><br>
Her peace was disturbed one day; it probably was clear that she maybe should at least try to be adopted by someone, but her character was difficult. She didn't get along with anyone, and even the kids needed time to come close to her, as long as they didn't approach her too much firstly. She liked playing music for them, and slowly, she really cared deeply for any of them. They learned to respect the borders who should never be crossed. Unlike the adults who still tried to change her, her mind, her everything.<br>
Her <i>hair</i>.<br>
She almost killed the hair dresser out of fury who came with the scissor that he himself had brought. She wasn't able to see anything clear, she knew only one thing.
<font class="jabbtalk">Don't let him destroy you.</font>

Eliot stopped her. She calmed down eventually. She gave him the explanation he had asked for - she didn't cover her eyes because she thought they were ugly. She simply didn't want to see the world. Hear the voices. She wanted to keep the life her mother gave her ongoing.<br>
Outside of the world.<br>
But Eliot, Eliot was... inside of it. They were friends. And he actually asked if she wouldn't be able to come with him. She was only an orphan, and the orphanage belonged to his family, so there probably wouldn't be any problem, but she still refused. However, the library of his family aroused her interest finally, and she agreed.<br>
In fact, she was glad that there was someone at her side again.<br>
<font class="leotalk">It's alright, isn't it?.</font><br>
Eliot presented her with glasses so she was able to hide the world behind them and didn't have to use her hair any longer. She was grateful for the gift he made, and they went to school together. She lived with him in a household in Seoul, even though his father was against her - to Eliot, it didn't matter. They became the perfect pair with nothing that could ever tear them apart.<br>
<font class="leotalk">Nothing.</font><br>
She didn't hear the voices any longer. They seemed to sleep. Maybe, they would just rest forever. But it never ended the way she wanted.<br>
Of course, the voices would come back in one of the darkest moments of her life. Eliot almost died in a car accident, and she simply didn't know why it had to happen. The car suddenly just... drove into their direction, as Leona was already on the other side of the street while he was still on there, worrying about something she wasn't able to understand.
<font class="jabbtalk">He wanted to attack you... not?</font>

He was brought into the hospital immediately, but it didn't seem like anybody would be able to help him. At least not in South Korea... a foreigner approached her, probably they knew her due to the several uploads of the songs and music she composed with Eliot, asking if she wanted help. His voice sounded just like the other voices in her head, she even doubted his existence, but if there was anything that could have helped Eliot, she would have done it.<br>
She signed a contract which confirmed that the songs Eliot made would be under the copyright of this foreign company she didn't know anything about. It was probably completely illegal, but she just didn't care. She wanted Eliot, the one and best friend she had, back.<br>
And actually, he was back a few days later. The foreigner still faced her every now and again with things she didn't want to know. Things only she could know about... in the end, she really just didn't want to care about all this stuff. Only one thing was important now - Eliot was back.<br>
Eliot didn't seem to have changed too much, apart from... some smaller incidents. He thought that "Lacie" was one of his creations. For some few moments, she was the weird one again. But it was okay, this time.

<h1>Op. 5 N° 12</h1>
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<font class="leotalk">Where are you?</font><br>
Time went on with all the things that came with it. But the peace was only superficial. The medicine Leona had to mix into Eliot's food to keep him alive seemed to be the reason for several memory lapses he experienced, but she never told him.<br>
But she should have known that a lie can't be maintained forever.<br>
The day he found out was the day he died, again, finally. It had to be, but she still didn't want to see it all. Now another person approached her, once again, and again, a contract. This time, the entertainment was Sealight Records, a well-known name and label in South Korea with the most famous of groups. Her mind was, simply put, shattered. The one side of her just wasn't able to bear it all.<br>
<font class="leotalk">I just don't want any longer. It might be better I've never existed.</font><br>
<font class="jabbtalk">Trust me, I'll work things out for all of us.</font>

The day she signed the contract to become one producer of Sealight was the day where another self came to light. It actually wasn't even the most legal of contracts, again, as she was only about 16 years old as she already became part of the producer line up. She didn't write many songs back then, but already a few. The contract was fully established once she graduated, still being one of the youngest producers in the history of Sealight.<br>
Her personality seemed to change slightly. She didn't even try to maintain her sanity, but rather became slightly insane, up to the very point where she let her other higher ups take the lead of her actions, or the voices in her head. Her actions were not under her control that time in her life, and somewhere in her inner depths, she knew that something was wrong with that.<br>
But she just wasn't able to go on really, but at least, there were still some anchors in her life. Music actually, even though it's still painful without him, books. The orphanage which she had taken over, actually the people in Sealight too. But the grief still lingered in her heart which probably hadn't moved any further since the day he'd died.<br>
And now, only a few months ago, she was even promoted to a higher rank, being an executive producer now, with only a few years of actual experience.<br>
She isn't really sure how to deal with it. She just knows that she had to go on somehow, even though it might break her mind completely.<br>
<font class="jabbtalk">What do you wish for?</font>

<b>Name</b> Leona is simply a feminine form for Leo, whereas in the original series, he doesn't really have a surname. It's reflected in "No" like "no surname", but actually, its meaning is "way" which I found suitable for her.<br>
The name of his best friend, Eliot Nightray, is changed into Eliot Bamho, still sharing the same first name, but somehow the Korean translation of Nightray with "night" and "luminous".<br>

<b>Jabberwock</b> I've adopted his comrade, Leo's "chain", Jabberwock as one "feeling". He is just a feeling to her which protects her apparently, but who destroys in the same way. Jabberwock's desire is to protect Leo, even though he almost killed his best friend. It's a force who wants to do the good, but makes things worse.<br>

<b>family & orphanage</b> Her family and the orphanage are canon, too! The name of the orphanage is simply copy and paste.<br>

<b>opus numbers</b> The first one is simply the starting one and the general accompaniment of her life. The two next are numbered with the word "Lacie" which is the name of the piece Leo wrote and gave to Elliot, his best friend. The numbers of the letters (12, 1, 3, 9, 5) are combined in the two opuses. The last opus is with the numbers of "E" and "L", leaving room for interpretation if "ELiot" is meant or "Eliot & Leo". In addition, the opus number indicates that this is part of a previous opus, referring to the past connections of the series.<br>

<b>the music pieces</b> "House of Fianna" is the name of the orphanage and some kind of starting point to it all - there Leo met Eliot. It was chosen as "sinfonia", a kind of introducing piece. "Statice" is the name of the piece Eliot gave Leo, and it might not be a duet, but this part of her life, she wasn't alone. The last piece, though it's an "entracte", a interlude, is the closing point until now. "Valley" is the meaning behind the name "Glen", the leader Leo becomes at the end of the series.<br>

<b>the weird one</b> The lights and voices are canon, however, here it is a kind of dissociative personality disorder or something alike, I've let the source open so far. Additionally, it's not completely bad as it inspires her, too, reflecting that Lacie's actually a song someone else in Leo himself has written. He actually taught himself how to play the piano and read a lot.<br>

<b>Eliot's accident</b> It's an adoption of the incident that Eliot is attacked as he wanted to protect Leo, but the monster thought he would attack Leo whom they wanted to protect. Here, it is rather described as accident, however, it might be a person on purpose out of whichever reasons.<br>
The consequence is Leo talking to the other Glen's residing in his soul, here personified by the foreigner, and finally making an illegal contract - the illegal contract is canon, too, though in a different manner.<br>

<b>Eliot's death</b> Eliot dies in the canon, too, because he finds out about the contract and starts abandoning the life support and dying. Here, it's just the same with the medicine.<br>

<b>executive producer & composer</b> In the canon world, Leo becomes is probably one of the youngest ever to become "Glen", the next head of the Baskervilles. Therefore, she is a really young producer, actually being composer even while she's a minor.<br>
Additionally, Leo agrees on letting "Glen" overtaking and becoming "Glen" himself as Eliot dies, it's the same moment here.

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Usually, she seems to be a calm person, however, she is still lowkey aggressive. She is a very creative person whose creations most likely will become a hit. Recently, she was put in a position of charge even though she's still very young, and she has certain struggles to deal with it. Nevertheless, she is professional and not an executive without any reasons. Whenever her work is concerned, she is able to maintain a professional and constructive attitude. She really loves music and books, too, and spends a lot of time either reading or composing.

She only has a few friends because of her still difficult personality. She doesn't want to approach anybody, actually, apart from the ones she has something to do with, and doesn't really bother herself with making friends. However, her love for music is incredibly strong and that's something good to start with, but it'll be a difficult way up to a friend being.

She's really difficult to deal with, so romance won't be really easy, however, I'd like to have someone for her on which she can rely on and who's just similiar to her maybe? But in the end, she doesn't seek it actively after all, having enough to deal with everyday life.

<s>The world...?</s> She doesn't bother with making too many friends, but if you're fighting "her" orphanage, she'll surely want to destroy you no matter what it'll cost her, even if she looses her position. Additionally, she is slightly protective of Sealight, too. In general, don't harm anything that means her anything. She just won't let you do that.

She naturally feels close to other orphans and wants them to be happy and safe, so that could be something! Additionally, staff plots of all kind? Plotting with the producers she works with?

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