(I know, right? xD I think it's because I asked "How is cocaine made" and not "How do I make cocaine" lol. I found I can get info better by wording things like that. I had to ask "If my knee gets kicked, will it break?" instead of "If I kick someone's knee, will it break?" xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Shiiiitt," Glory groaned. "Guess he's going in my pocket, then." Given the options, she'd rather sacrifice a pocket than pretty much anything in her room. "Sorry Jaws, but you can't be at the VERY top of my list of priorities. Top 5, at least," She said, scratching behind the deer's ears. In all honesty, Glory herself didn't rank all that high on that list, although, admittedly, Leo did. She snorted as Leo explained Jaws' thoughts and said, "If you do as I ask every now and then, Jaws, then you get to stay on my shoulder and I won't leave you behind when I go somewhere, deal?" She never really thought she'd be bargaining with a tiny bitey deer, but here she was. Jaws' attempt at a glare was humorous, but Glory didn't want to offend the little guy by laughing at him- he'd never agree to her terms. She tilted her head slightly as he explained what Axl meant, saying, "That's... actually not all the stupid. The execution wasn't all that great, but not a bad idea." How could one predict how their robo-murder dog would obey them, really? He'd done as well as possible. She looked back at Axl, who was grinning in a very dog-like way, and said, "So you just... hang out until you get bored of Leo?" She grinned mischievously at Axl's next words and asked," Everything everything? Oh, we're gonna have so much fun. Sure, we can be friends." Axl seemed nice, and certainly entertaining, not to mention a useful ally. She looked back at Leo and said, "Wrong. We gang up and WE die- of laughter." She watched as he stuffed papers into a drawer, and had a GREAT idea. With the slightest flick of her wrist, she changed whatever was written on one of them to

(Search engines always work stupidly that way lol. Cue me dying as I try and use correct grammar but nothing comes up, so I close my eyes and type horribly just to make results appear XD. For some things, I'm a hard driving perfectionist, and it sucks ))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"He can be bargained with, don't subject him to your jail like pocket just yet!" Leo protested for Jaws sake, mostly because the small deer was begging VERY loudly in his mind that that not happen. At her words, Jaws stared at her for a second, gave a small deer huff, and seemed to accept his fate. Although the little deer must've thought of something, cause he was doing his best to look smug. A second later, Leo made a face, casting a glare at Jaws. The deer tilted his head and stared at Glory as she discussed terms. He seemed to think about it, then nodded, made a happy squeaking sound, and pranced in proud circles on her shoulder like he owned the place.

Leo snorted quietly, wondering how they had gotten here. Literal killing machine with an attitude, tiny piranha like deer that liked to bargain, and two unlikely friends. "I just forgot to think about the fact I never attached a solid personality to Axl, cue him being INSUFFERABLE." He huffed. In response, the metal dog wagged their tail innocently. Axl then looked at Glory, his already blue eyes shining even bluer and lighting up. "Exactly! But there's always trouble to be caused." He barked, then walked to her side, sat down, and looked at Leo. "Everything. I know what he's thinking, remember?" Axl asked smugly, his robotic voice still managing to convey his cocky tone. "Soooo much fun." The dog yipped, his gears grinding and making a slightly maniacal laughing sound at Glory's next words. "That just may happen." The dog woofed.

Leo rolled his eyes as they managed to make an instant bond, mentally screaming pink fluffy cows as loud as he could and flooding his head with pictures. Whilst the distraction went on, he shoved every one of his memories and less normal thoughts into a box, then shoved that box in a box, and so on until he had quite a big box, then locked that box in a room and deadbolted it. After his mental securing was over, he cast an innocent smile at Axl, who had let out a huffy growl, then glanced down at the papers in his hand as one suddenly morphed and changed. Obviously Glory's doing. "I don't even want to understand half the jibberish you just mentally scribbled there." He grumbled, finishing putting the paper away. "I shall accepteth thy offer with great enthusiasm for the upcoming lunar gathering." He drawled in a thick British accent, pulling a random knife out of the wall and stabbing it into the board where the other throwing daggers were.

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(Going back to when Leo was with the General and Lieutenant)

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Leo glanced at Simara, trying to not let out an annoyed breath at her sharp look. "I've always arrived on time, General Simara. Please focus your displeasing look on someone who deserves it." He answered with a small snort. It was almost completely true- that one time he had come a bit late, mostly because Flash had not been there and he didn't want to sit forever. Of course, he ended up sitting forever anyway. "Just because you have a stick up your behind doesn't mean no one can ever loosen up again. Not many people can be as stick backed as you 24/7. I understand being mature at times, but not every second of every day of every month, and so on." He stated. He hated being disrespected so plainly, and although Simara may be older and more experienced, they were the same rank, and it didn't give her a right to boss him around like he was a Sector Leader. "

(lol yup. Ayy, if it works, it works! xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Oh good, that makes up for at least his need for attention," Glory said, only half sarcastically. If the deer was willing to come to some form of agreement, she'd be fine with having Jaws with her all the time. Glory let out a small sigh of something resembling relief as Jaws agreed, then winced as he started stomping about. "Yes, you stay on my shoulder, but you gotta sit still, please. Your hooves don't feel too nice." Even though he was small and light, his hooves were uncomfortable when he got too excited. "Oh come on, Axl's great!" She said cheerfully. Somehow she'd gone from one close friend to whatever Leo was, a tiny deer, and a huge mechanical dog. "Always," She agreed, smiling as the dog sat down next to her. "Ohh good," She said, her smile turning almost dangerously mischievous. Now, Glory wasn't going to use Axl to pry into Leo's mind; she had no desire to know everything he thought. Her grin changed again, this time to a happier, almost giddy one, as he accepted her sleepover invitation. Time for chaos to reign, and maybe Axl'd come too. "Why thank you, good sir," She said. "Now, time for a feast. I feel I deserve a cookie for my efforts with the Corrupted earlier. Axl, I know you needn't eat, but would you join us just the same?" Luckily, Glory knew where the cookie jar was. Since the Generals' and Lieutenants' food was prepared separately from the students - hence how Leo'd managed to poison them - she'd found a large cookie jar on one of the top shelves in the kitchen that the head chef kept full. He thought nobody knew about it, but since Glory was wont to lurk and explore every dark corner of the castle, there wasn't a single secret passageway she didn't know about, which was impressive, since there was a TON to allow servants to go to almost all areas of the academy without being seen.

(Meanwhile, back at the ranch- I mean Sector 2 common room)

"C'mon Simara, I'm always punctual," Glory said, a little indignantly. She stayed silent as Leo spoke, trying not to laugh at the fact he'd just told arguably the most terrifying person alive that she had a stick up her ass. Glory could never be that bold- hell, she was still afraid Simara would find out that she'd caused Frogmageddon even though it happened about 2 years ago.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"It does." He agreed with a dangerous amount of no sarcasm, then muffled a laugh as the deer started stomping around.

Jaws snorted quietly and settled down, laying on her shoulder, giving her neck a nuzzle, and promptly passing out.

"Axl is a demom in disguise." Leo scoffed, admittedly getting more worried as Axl and Glory spoke. He didn't THINK Glory would use his giant metal dog to dig information out of his mind, but there's always a chance. And he didn't like that chance. He had FAR too many secrets that he either wanted to keep secret or tell on his own time, nevermind the stuff she didn't need to know, like his sucky past and insufferable childhood. At her smile, he winced just slightly. The more he thought about blocking his thoughts and forgetting memories, the more he remembered. When he broke his back and laid on the floor for a couple weeks, almost dying not because of the back but because he couldn't move to get food or water. When he got gored by a bull. When he got bucked off for the first time. Meaningless stuff. "You're welcome, m'lady. I would beg to differ that a cookie counts as a feast, but any food sounds delightful." Leo grinned, looking at Axl as the dog jumped up.

"There's no way you could pry me away from you both even if you wanted too! Plus, I need to see why Leo is so obsessed with you, apart from your AMAZING sense of humor." There was a wicked hint to the dog's voice, even though hard to catch.

Leo let out a long, low sigh that never seemed to end. "He's never going to stop, is he?" He mumbled, sorting a few more things before tilting his head and thinking for a moment. "So, both Jaws and Axl left me for Glory... though Jaws doesn't completely count, as he was kinda created to be near you. I think I may be doing something wrong with the personalities." He mused. Leo knew he wouldn't be able to keep too much running for too long, but nevertheless... he started forming a thought in his mind. It snapped into shape almost as soon as he thought of it. Almost as if the thought tore itself out of his head and formed an animal. A tiny dinosaur looking thing with fluffy feathers everywhere, wickedly sharp claws and fangs, glinting yellow eyes with suits for pupils, looking almost like a miniature velociraptor. About as big as a small dog. Mottled grey with dark red stripes, much like a tiger, and patches of black here and there. "Mörderin, welcome to the world." He said with a pleased smile. The little animal stood there for a moment before slowly looking around, its gaze landing on Leo. It let out a squeal and all but climbed him, perching on top of his head. He scowled slightly, another fail in progress. "What the- get down-" He complained, pushing her to his shoulder. "Mori, you know better." The little female raptor looked so smug it hurt. "Aaaand there I go again, not designing the personalities well enough." He groaned.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"He is not," Glory said firmly. She wasn't exactly sure why she was defending the dog, but Axl seemed pretty cool- so long as he didn't decide to spill the contents of Leo's mind. She was a pretty firm believer in the phrase, 'What a man chooses not to share is nobody's business but his own.' "Hey, considering I eat like a bird, a handful of cookies is a feast," She retorted. Actually, that wasn't quite true; she had eating habits more akin to those of a snake, only eating every few days, often in large amounts. She looked up at the overly tall Axl as he spoke and chose to ignore his comment about Leo. The dog seemed to exaggerate a good bit, and this was almost certainly an example of that. "Why thank you, I'm flattered," She said, regarding his words about her sense of humor. He wasn't a demon as Leo'd said, just a too-big dog that liked to sprinkle a bit of chaos into everyone's lives, much like Glory did. "No-Ooo, I'm just a natural animal magnet," Glory retorted. That was how she ended up with a wolf pelt on her wall. Well, a lot of animals seemed to take a liking to her, for whatever reason. She watched with amusement as a little dinosaur-looking thing appeared and climbed on Leo, then tried not to laugh at its smug face. "The most important things are obedience, intelligence, and loyalty. You've got intelligence and loyalty down, just try to make them more obedient," She said. Far easier said than done.

"Okay then, cookie time! Follow me," She said happily, starting down the hallway. There was a wooden panel built into the wall and made to blend in with the rest of the walls, but Glory knew exactly where it was. She pushed it open, revealing a passageway wide enough for Axl to juuuust barely fit, and stepped inside. It was dimly lit, but she was fairly certain Leo could see okay. She led them down the narrow halls, making a left, a right, left again, down a spiral staircase, then right again, reaching the door into the kitchen soon enough. It was, admittedly, a path she took somewhat regularly, enough so that she had it memorized. She listened for a moment before sliding the panel open, making sure ol' Cook wasn't there before making her way to the shelf that held the jar. Standing on her toes, she reached up and pulled it from its hiding place, then turned to Leo and asked in a somewhat hushed voice, "Sooo... do we take the whole thing?" They could, and then hope to return an empty jar without Cook noticing, or just rob a handful each and put it back. Decisions, decisions...

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Whatever you say." Leo answered in a way that suggested he didn't believe it. "I also don't believe THAT- I've seen you eat like a wolf. Every once in a while." He scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

Axl shook his head and let out a low huff. "You're very welcome. Nice that I finally find someone with the same sense of humor as me." The dog grinned, rather mischeviously.

"I MADE you! Your sense of humor was extrapolated from mine!" He protested, snorting. "Natural animal magnet, eh? How many times have you been bitten, clawed, and chewed up, by an animal?" He asked with a grin, though let out a slight yelp as Mari's claws gripped his shoulder. "Yow- ga- get your claws out of my shoulder." He huffed, not in any real pain, but irritating pricks were stabbing into his shoulder. He repositioned Mari in a way where she couldn't cut any major nerves or arteries. "Yep. I got the intelligence, surprisingly. The loyalty I may overdo slightly. Aaand the obedience part? Well, I have none of that myself, so it's hard to put it in an animal." He commented with a snort, then followed her with a quick limp. Axl padded along, Mari gripped his shoulder, and Jaws was nestled cutely into Glory's neck. They were quite the group, tramping through the halls. His eyebrows twitched upward as she pressed a panel in the wall and it slid open. He vaguely remembered this passage- he had explored these halls for quite a while, but much more so when he was a student. He half ducked half twisted through, stooping through the entire passage. Axl had to duck as well. When he had last went through here, he could walk upright. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, then he followed quickly as to get out hurriedly. He wasn't claustrophobic, but he didn't like cramped spaces. When they did finally get out, he stood upright, knowing he had been in those passageways for only a minute or so, but still being thankful for the chance to not be squished. "Don't ask me, I will probably only eat 2 anyway- I can always eat, but I don't always need to eat a lot." He commented, pondering what would be the best way to go. He didn't want to be suspected, so maybe they should boil the fingerprints off the glass with special acid. +Or you could just be a normal person and grab the jar+ he thought drily.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory just shook her head, Axl was NOT a demon, but even if he was it was Leo's own fault. "Oh wheesht," She huffed. "Key words being 'once in a while'." He wasn't wrong, exactly, as sometimes she ate like the food would disappear if it wasn't gone in under 30 seconds. She snorted as Leo argued with Axl, then had to think for a moment about his question. "Umm, I... don't really know," She said slowly. A little disappointing, but oh well. She had the wolf's pelt, and that was really all the needed. She glanced at Leo as he moved the dinosaur, and thought, That's what happens when you put a clawed creature on your shoulder, breugan. The Gaelic word meaning 'dummy'. "Yeah, that's how you told Simara she had a stick up her ass," Glory said, shaking her head. The fact that he said that not only to her face, but in front of a new lieutenant, showed that he either wasn't afraid of Simara, or wasn't bright enough to care. There was a 94% chance it was the former.

Glory could walk this route blindfolded in the servant's passageways, though how Cook hadn't caught her with her hand in the cookie jar - literally - she hadn't the foggiest idea. She glanced down at the jar in her hands and made a probably-not-very-good decision. "Screw it, I'm taking the jar," She said, stepping back into the secret hallway and leading them all down a slightly different route, this one putting them closer to Glory's room. She checked briefly to make sure no one was nearby, lest they ask questions - or worse, ask for a cookie - she stepped out of the servant's accessway, she led the mismatched group into her room. She set the cookie jar down on her desk, and a stray paper caught her eye. Picking it up, she saw it was a little something she'd been working on called the Flesh Weaver. Beautiful creature, utterly terrifying, and almost perfect. There were a few things that needed tweaking, but overall it was a masterpiece. She set down the paper, trying to suppress a mischievous grin, and said, "Hey, I've got a REALLY fun game called 'Scare The Living Hell Out of Each Other and Try to Sleep Afterward', wanna play?" It really was a fun game, so long as you didn't mind that total pitch blackness that came afterward, courtesy of Glory, in which you can't see your own hand 6 inches from your face.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"You're right, a wolf after it didn't eat for 2 weeks." Leo scoffed, then tilted his head slowly. "You don't know. I remember most stories behind most of my scars! And I have a LOT." He snorted, then took a couple moments to communicate with Mari how tightly she was gripping. "Mörderin, I know your name literally means killer, but you don't have to murder my shoulder." He mumbled, his eyes twinkling slightly when the little raptor tilted her head and chirped at him. Totally an okay. "AHem, for one, I don't have to he OBEDIENT to her, we are the same exact rank. Just because she's older and has back pain doesn't mean she gets to order me around like a dog on a leash." He snorted. "Off of that, however, I realized what I said AFTER I said it, and belieeeeeve me, I feared for my life for a little while. I still want to look over my shoulder to make sure her vulture like eyes aren't watching me, waiting to strike. Sometimes talking without thinking is ... not good." Leo grinned. Hey, Simara had insulted him, why wasn't he allowed a couple short teases? He wanted her to loosen up a LITTLE. It'd be good for her. He didn't know how to make her, either. Did she have the ability to smile? He didn't know. He had never seen her smile. "Good idea." He said brightly, following her with a slightly hunched back, huffing a little as his hair brushed the doorframe as they exited. He ducked into her room, glad the ceilings were way higher inside of the actual rooms. He glanced at the paper she was holding, his eyes lighting up as he saw the design. "Oooo, that looks awesome." He commented cheerily, then lifted an eyebrow. Hmm. That sounded ... delightfully entertaining. "Want to? WANT TO? Duh! You're talking to Leo Anubis!" He exclaimed, already scheming of ideas. He clapped his hands together, a flicker of flames shooting up, hovering between his fingers. "Any rules?" He asked with a wicked grin, snuffing out the fire and running a hand through his hair, only making it stick up more than it already did.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Oh please, I can go WAYY longer than 2 weeks," She retorted. She can, and has on too many occasions. As a kid, she'd caught and eaten squirrels a good many times. Tasted like a subtler version of rabbit, almost like a cross between rabbit and chicken. All in all, not a bad meal, though one burns more calories trying to catch one than the squirrel provided. "Well, no, I don't. Not an exact number, since not only do I eat most the creatures that've tried to eat ME, but most of my scars are human-inflicted," She said. Human-inflicted also including self-inflicted, like the many times she'd cut herself on her own swords. Glory glanced at his new dino creature - Mörderin, he'd called it - noting its intelligence, even if it wasn't perfectly obedient, it knew what it was doing. "True, true, but that was downright disrespectful," She said, "You should STILL be afraid, you never know when she'll appear and wring your neck." Heck, Glory was STILL nervous Simara'd get mad about Frogmaggedon, and she really didn't want to get stuck scrubbing floors or something for several weeks. Leo was right about the older woman's vulture eyes, and even if Glory didn't get punished for her froggery, Simara's glare was pretty much equally as bad. "I'm FULL of good ideas," She said cheerfully. Maybe stealing all of Cook's cookies wasn't a good idea, but what could he do? All the man did was make food and yell at people, both of which Glory could do, plus a shit ton more. She could EASILY replace Cook, though her cooking skills were a little...lacking, compared to his. In her room, she looked down at the paper again, a very detailed drawing of a horrible creature with a grotesque, patchwork quilt of mismatched limbs, organs, and skin. It lacked symmetry, with arms sprouting from its back, eyes embedded in its chest, and legs twisted like gnarled roots. Thick, black stitches held its body together and appeared to ooze a viscous fluid. Its eyes - too many to count - blink independently, revealing glimpses of distant realms and hidden truths. Jagged mouths line its torso, each of which capable of emitting different sounds; screams, whispers, or guttural chants. On the back of the paper were some notes Glory'd jotted down about the monster, regarding details that'd be meaningless to anyone but her, such as its size, general dimensions, how its joints fit together and interacted, and so on and so forth. "Thanks," She said, grinning proudly. She'd spent too many sleepless nights drawing and writing in the dark, and soon she'd get to use the Flesh Weaver. "Good. You've no idea what you've gotten yourself into," She said, a sly grin spreading across her face as the room darkened slightly. She'd make it continue to do so until it reached the level of oppressive gloominess that she so enjoyed. "Just no intentional injuries," She said, her smile only growing. She sat down on the floor, gesturing for Leo to do the same, with Axl sitting down as well. "You go first," She said. She wanted him to go first, set the bar, just so she wouldn't feel the inevitable need to outdo herself right off the bat.