No, he's not a politically involved person at all- he hates people, as I've mentioned before xD

He just disliked a lot about it. Like electric cars, although they are popular in most of the states.

Also, just saying- I am sorry I didn't answer before now. I totally had time, but your post almost killed me. At the end, I was stupidly expecting a close looking image of Leo, just without a beard, and what I found ... it shocked me more than learning I was distant relatives with a famous person. As the image loaded completely and I saw the picture for the first time, my eyes took in the flabbergasting scene and I came quite close to blowing my lungs out. I laughed SO FRIGGIN HARD that I cried, and it hurt, honestly- now, whenever I even think about answering your post, it's all I can do not to wheeze myself into oblivion. It was so unfair to poor Leo, it was 100,000,000 percent more unjust and horrible than everything else I've ever explained happening to him, and it was all I could do not to wake the whole state as I guffawed my brains out. If he was there, he'd be as speechless as a zombie and then he'd be spewing insulted yelps. I honestly want to print the photo out and frame it XDDDD

Thank you so much for the laughter <3 Hardest I've laughed since... I don;t even remember when

Now that I'm done writing my 250 word rant on the Not-Leo, let's get started!

(edit: it is frickin hard to follow all their comments and the entire conversation. I have to think SO HARD just to figure out what they're talking about. It is a better workout for my brain than math -sobs-

*Cue opening 32 new HEE pages to see the last 31 posts we wrote to each other so I can understand the situation*)

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"VERY rare." Leo seemed to agree, though his smile and the sparkle in his eyes indicated a sarcastic tint. As she corrected him on what she meant, his eyebrows crinkled slightly as he tried, and, really, failed to visualize that monstrosity. It hurt his everything to even think about it. Plus, who the HECK would- like- WHAT THE HELL PERSON, you have a SERIOUS mental disorder paired with some double jointed shit. "Very different kids." he agreed readily this time. The sad thing was- if he had grown up in a semi-normal home and had semi-normal luck... he would've been a normal person leading a normal life. He was sure he would've been a rather nice guy who's favorite activity was sitting out in the woods late at night and watching the sun set, then listen to the crickets as he stared at the starry sky. Now, one of his favorite activities was smashing Corrupted's faces in with his tail, hard enough where brains fly out their hind end. So many things can change so fast.

"poof. How depressing." He made a face. As a kid, if he even though about killing a poor animal, he probabaly would've slapped his older self. While she spewed some akin to a quote, and not even a very funny one at that, he snorted. "I understood, you didn't have to spell it out for me." He rolled his eyes, but from the evidence he had seen- it was true. Unhelpful, when you're trying to get her to trust you. "Awww you think with some small part of your mind that you do trust me!? I'm touched. Also, when I say 'you'll be fine' it means: You probably won't die, and if you do, I will mourn and give you the best funeral thingy ever." Leo explained. You'll be fine were the three words he rarely ever spoke. He reserved them for people he truly cared about, meaning, his sister, and she was dead, so there was no reason to use them. He would only ever say it if he 1, did truly think they'd survive, and 2, would be grief stricken if they did die. One time had he said those words, and it was to his sister, when they were both much much younger. She had been attacked by a bear, and nearly gutted, and he had carried her out of the woods, after killing the bear, the entire time just whispering that she'd be fine and everything would be alright. His young mind was certain he could save her, and that time, he had. "Fist to the jaw works to." He mused, his mind still on the memory of her smiling face. Gah, why was losing someone so hard!? It almost made him want to run away from Glory and try and forget she ever existed. However, 1, that would make him a wimp, and 2, he was going to soak up every happy moment he could possibly get with her. And hope he died first. That too. "Poor Mori will get over it." He reiterated with a sniff, though felt slightly bad. On the other hand, he was fascinated that the animal seemed smart enough to understand basic meanings of human speech, and definitely needed to look into that further. Considering she was only a day old, it was impressive. Axl was 2 years old before he started communicating with Leo. "You underestimate how much the length of stride affects how fast you run." he sounded fakely offended, but it quickly turned into a daring smirk. "GREATLY underestimate. Think about how unnaturally stealthy I am, how many stories I've told of my father- I'm sure you know that you have to be rather speedy to escape that- and how weirdly agile I am. Put those together and maybe you'll get an idea of how fast I can really go." He finished with a flourish. Honestly, he wasn't lying- he did not lack much in any physical ability, whether it was strength, deftness, agility, or speed. Mental- ehhh, talk to Glory and you'd get a different story than most. "I thought you'd be smart enough to figure out I am totally doing it on purpose to annoy you because I know you can't resist and I will not stop." He let his charming grin grow even wider. If she thought he'd ever stop being a pain in the ass, she was gravely wrong. "Politeness gets much farther than brute strength." He chirped happily, glad he wouldn't die today. Most likely. "You don't have to wear anything else, as I will relish seeing your beautiful socks as long as possible." He poured every bit of truth into those words as possible so they couldn't ever sound joking or sarcastic. "However, I am going to find myself a pair of more animated socks as your idea as astoundingly true that it does cheer a person up to look at them." He grinned widely. Two seconds later he quickly realized it did NOT take much to make his heart melt, as it promptly did just that at her quiet words. For one, anything like that was enough to make him happy forever, and for two, coming from Glory? Miracles happen.

"We did, but I just learned it, and my half asleep brain isn't going to think *hmm, I've been saying shitpickles for years, let's switch to the new phrase I learned last night! Yes!*" Leo grumbled. At her question, he made a face. "I don't know, I didn't focus on the thought of what she ate when I made her. I ASSUME she eats meat. What I can say is, with my experience with this, although this exact thing has never happened... I'm guessing that she just has an increased growth rate, which means she may have done all her growing in one night. Hopefully. If she gets any bigger we'll have a problem." he attempted to explain, blinking sleep away from his drowsy eyes. "Something like that." He answered quietly, glancing at her to see if she showed any visible signs of stress. As he watched her for a couple seconds, he guessed that she had some sort of bad dream/nightmare, but all he could think was how lucky she was that she never seemed to wake up screaming or with blood all over soaked in sweat. That was just a him thing, apparently.

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Lieutenant Dwyer

"Oh hush it, you," Glory huffed in response. She sort of didn't like that he didn't say anything regarding the 'wipe your ass with your teeth', as it probably meant he was questioning her soundness of mind. "Tell me- if we knew each other as kids, do you think you'd've put up with me so well?" She asked. Glory had a feeling the answer would be 'no' or 'probably not', and to be fair, her younger self didn't really put up with anyone whatsoever. Kid-Leo probably wouldn't like the quiet, shifty-eyed, uncivilized, barbaric child she'd been. She was quite a pickpocket, excelled at sleight of hand, spoke very little, and looked at everyone with a cold, dead stare that in itself was a threat. "Yeah, it was," She said, "That badger hide kept me warm. I had to go kill a new critter for its skin." She'd gotten luckier and caught a pair of beavers, using their pelts for a waterproof cloak, so she didn't need to accidentally set it on fire when it got wet. "Right, I forgot you can read," Glory retorted with a snort. "You got that wrong- the small part of my brain is screeching like a banshee to reorient your joints, rip out your throat, and heave your body out my window. The bigger part is holding the other's arms behind it's back and yelling 'No! Stop! He's special! We like him!'" She said, then added, "You remember my funeral specifications, right?" She wanted her remains spread over a town of his choosing, her body cooked to medium rare perfection, and a shitload of confetti so the onlookers below get dinner and a show. "Damn right it does. Buuuuut you get special treatment- I won't use my most effective; boot to crotch," She said it like it was some great offer, like he'd just won the entirety of England's treasury. Boot-to-crotch was her most effective, if most dastardly. It tended to be both incapacitating and entertaining, but a very low-down, last resort method. "She'd better; I don't want to have beef with a dinosaur." Glory'd pissed off enough people already, she didn't need to add a dinosaur to that list. "Hold on now, I was the one that argued that just because your strides themselves are slower, doesn't mean you are- since they're longer you walk faster than me," She said with a snort. He'd better not be switching sides now, unless he'd realized she was right. "Yeah, you are, I acknowledge that, but why do you take such offense to being compared to a cat? I might as well call you Leo the Lion," She said, amused. It was rather fitting, though Ursa Major was better for him. "That's not what annoys me," She said, "But if you don't stop, I may end up doing something rash." She nodded thoughtfully and said, "Unless you've been imprisoned and are politely asking your captors to let you go." THEN brute force was better- smash their heads against the wall, take the key, set things on fire, and do a badass cool-guy walk outta there. Glory regarded him carefully for a moment, a mix of curiosity and amusement on her face, before saying, "That implies one of two things- You'd be perfectly fine with me wearing nothing BUT my socks, oooooorrr you have a foot - or rather sock - fetish." That was very much not AT ALL how he meant it, but that wouldn't stop Glory from twisting his words, then teasing him about it.

"You just need to learn to think on the fly," She teased, still somewhat groggily. "Annnnd if she hasn't finished growing?" Glory asked, one eyebrow raised. "How do you intend on getting her out of my room? Reobsorb her? Load her back on the mothership?" That was certainly one way of putting it. Maybe it was more like storing her back in her cardboard box in the warehouse of his brain until he needed her again. Basically loading Mori back onto the mothership. "Ohh, my poor baby," She cooed quietly, and took one of his hands in hers, smoothing it out, gently asking all the muscles to relax. "Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked gently.

(Yeahhh

PFF THATS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER BEEN TOLD A 3 YEAR OLD SAID XD. I said a lot of crazy stuff when I was young, but I haven't heard anything like THAT. However, I was slightly insane, as one of my favorite stories to tell is when my parents were repainting their bedroom, 3 year old me went and hopped in the 5 gallon pail of paint they had, then proceeded to run all over the entire house and splatter paint everywhere, including, somehow, the ceiling :D. I was a great kid. By the way, it took them 2 weeks to clean.

They do! The only reason I am happy they were invented is all the amazing memes LOL

Finally, someone who understands *not me being overjoyed because I finally found someone to gripe about electric cars with* xD.

You have, and you also have. You do not give him enough credit lol

I do have to agree, though... it was one of the funniest damn things I have ever seen, and my entire family are jokesters.

Just because I want to say this: for example, we had a random car drive in our driveway, and that's super rare... we live in the middle of nowhere and most people not even an hour away have absolutely no idea that the town we live in exists. Anyway, confuzzled, I walked outside to greet this person. He was an older man, probably in his 70's, and could easily pass for Santa, if you added a beard and a mustache. Jolly and a little overfed with overly rosy cheeks. I ask what he needs, and he responds that he's almost out of gas, he's lost, and he needs help. So, as I was younger at the time, I got my mother. We are the type of family that has a giant shop with four big tanks out back, each filled with different types of fuel, because my father worked as a mechanic and went to college to be an engineer. He wasn't home. As we went out, it was about 30 minutes into our deep discussion with this stranger when he suddenly just bursts out laughing. Even more confused now, I ask what was so funny.. and he, in return, slaps me on the shoulder. I am not one for physical contact, and I had never seen this guy before in my life. Scowling, I open my mouth to say something when he burst out with words, saying that he was my great uncle and he was traveling around and decided to visit, all while laughing his head off. My mom didn't even recognize him! I have no clue how he knew where we lived! Our entire family lives more than 5 hours from us, and we see them maybe twice a year- how the heck had he gathered our ADDRESS!? All I could think at the time was our family was being stalked by our family. My poor 13 year old brain almost died.))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Have I ever hushed it before? Why start now?" Leo asked innocently, smiling. At her question, he fell into deep thought for a couple minutes, seriously considering this. Would he? "I think I'd be on the fence until 1- I decided you were a friend or 2- I hit age 12. That's when I gave up on life. However, I can definitely see 6 year old me ignoring the fact you murdered a poor innocent animal and becoming completely loyal to you- I probably would've killed more animals for you, if you had asked." He finally answered with a snort. It was true. Although when not influenced he had been a good kid, he also was EXTREMELY clingy back then and ALWAYS seeking attention, so he probably would've done anything just to get her to like him. Plus he was too young to really understand how bad some things were. Meh. Didn't matter now. He was far to cuckoo in the head to care. "Common mistake, I forgive you." He sniffed. As he prepared to answer, all he could think was: [AAAAWWWWWW SHE SAID I WAS SPECIAL AND SHE LIKED MEEEEE I NEED TO DEVOTE MY ENTIRE LIFE TO HER IMMEDIATELY]. He tried not to frown at his own mind, instead steering himself to a more sophisticated and less childish approach. "Well I'm glad there's an unbalanced equation there, otherwise I might be looking like a half eaten ape with my blood and guts splattered all over the dirt." He said cheerfully, genuinely quite relieved that other side was stronger. "Of course I remember, how could I forget. MEDIUM RARE, since you had to scream that in my face. Chop the body into Itty bitty little pieces, MEDIUM RARE, sprinkle over the town of my choosing, watch chaos ensue." He smirked. He couldn't forget that for a couple reasons, mainly because it was awesome and partially because the one sane part of his mind was quite horrified and traumatized. "Oh, yay. I'm.. so grateful. Thank you for your consideration." Leo raised his eyebrows just slightly as he spoke, skeptical on how that was much better, but he accepted it, as pain did have different levels and that would be a lower level. "Glory, do we need to have your brain checked? Memory, specifically? I argued that I walked faster than you and YOU argued that I walked slower because my strides were slower." (No really, look back xD) Leo huffed with an offended look. "One too many concussions, I see." He added haughtily. "Lions and cats act very differently." He mumbled in his defense, though it wasn't a very good one. Deciding not to comment on the next words, he slowly nodded his head. "Eh, I've had politeness go a LONG way." His tone suggested that.. well.. you could guess. "But yes, I like brute force better in that instance." He smiled widely, evilly, maniacally. It dissolved in the matter of milliseconds as she spoke, and was replaced with shock and anxiety. The tiniest but of amusement may have been in there somewhere, but it was buried deep. "N- wh- NO. That was RUDE don't twist my words like THAT. I HAVE A SOCK FETISH LIKE NO OTHER." He finished with the words to hopefully dig him out of the hole she singlehandedly blew up. On the other hand, in a very small part of his mind, he found himself agreeing, and wanted to smack his own brain into oblivion and replace it with a new one. Not that she'd be offended if he didn't think this, and she might be offended if he did, but he wasn't 100 PERCENT opposed to the idea but THAT DIDNT MATTER. He know had a sock fetish for life. The end. ... Not PERFECTLY fine but MAYBE not rip his eyeballs out fine- oh for Pete crying out loud- [DAMN IT GLORY] He thought with a visible huff. "I don't think on the fly about stuff as unimportant as that after I just woke up." He wrinkled his nose. He didn't do anything after he just woke up. His brain was barely even alive. "If she hasn't? Then yes, mothership. Good idea." He nodded. "just poof, have Her go back in my mind like Axl, then poof, bring her back out.. outside." Leo added. Would be much easier. Although he attempted to glare at her groggily as he tried to decide whether she was being teasing or genuine- most likely teasing- with her 'cooing', he ended up failing altogether and just accepting the fact he was a good thing to insult. After initially stiffening slightly at her touch, however hard to tried, he couldn't keep himself from relaxing just slightly as his body realized she wasn't a threat. Like most things. Or maybe she was and he was just an idiot for trusting her, but hey, he'd take that risk any day. Skeptically watching her for a second, he attemptd to decide how to answer. "It was rather unimportant. Just the usual. How was your rest, although probably not good?" He asked. He wasn't purposefully blocking her out, but he didn't want to make himself more vulnerable, and he also didn't want to spill all of his life stories and nightmares and experiences out onto her like she was a psychiatrist. Plus, he wanted to know about HER. Less about him. He didn't care about him.

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(My mind just now sees how his words about the socks could've been taken. Literally 'you don't have to wear anything else' (sobs))

XD

(haha I was kind of a menace xD I'm basically the walking version of that old meme 'I don't have a attitude, I just have a ✨personality✨ you can't handle' lmao.

That's hilarious xD Getting paint on the ceiling is quite the impressive feat xD

yayyy a fellow electric car hater xD I really cannot be expected to trailer my horse with a piddly little alien spaceship sounding thing that catches fire all too much lol

Omg that's hilarious xD I wonder how he found your adress, pretty impressive lol. I'm not even sure 1/3 of my family even knows my NAME, let alone where I live x'3)

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Lieutenant Dwyer

"Hmm... because there's a first time for everything?" Glory offered. Not the best reason for someone to shut up, but it didn't matter, since he wouldn't anyway, and she kind of didn't want him to. She thought for a moment at his answer before saying, "Well, when you were 6, I think I was about 3, so I definitely would've had you helping me pick flowers to weave into Dougal and Eilidh's manes." Dougal pronounced DOO-gal, Eilidh as AY-lee, and meant Dark Stranger and Radiant One. Dougal and Eilidh were Glory's mother's Clydesdales, and despite being utterly enormous, were gentle giants. While Dougal was hard to mount, Glory had her ways, mainly using a fence to get on Eilidh first, then onto Dougal, as he was the bigger of the two. Dougal even helped with the flower picking while she was on him, turning his head to give them to her to be woven in his mane. This meant he ended up with a lot of flowers around his withers and none near his poll, but the horse didn't seem to mind one bit, he just loved the attention. "H- half eaten? What's that supposed to mean? It'd be more like shredded beyond recognition," She said, a little miffed at his choice of words. Half eaten ape? For one, Glory didn't leave things half eaten, for two, if she WAS going to hurt him, she wouldn't leave him looking half eaten. "Bingo," She said, grinning, "Though I've never once even yelled at you, let alone screamed." And she didn't ever want a circumstance where she'd even WANT to yell at him. "Hey, that's better than most get," She said with a snort. While she didn't prefer boot-to-crotch, it was rather useful. She thought back a moment and said, "Nooo... I said you walk faster than me, you argued you don't because your steps are slower, I said that didn't matter since 6 miles per hour was still faster than 4 miles per hour regardless of how frequently your feet hit the ground."(What page? I distictly remember typign the sentence '6mph is still faster than 4mph' and a bit more >>;) She ignored his comment regarding concussions, knowing damn well HE'D suffered far more than her. "Mm, not really. They both slink around and pounce on things. The main difference is one is about 8lbs, the other 400lbs." It was rather interesting how they were related when one would eat the other without hesitation, and the cat would even be able to put up a fight. It truly is a cat-eat-cat world. "Yup, that's why you're sitting in my room, more or less alive," Glory replied, and her grin grew like the Grinch's when he got an idea at his reaction to her sock fetish comment. She couldn't help it as she erupted in a fit of giggles and said, "Oh. My. God. Leo. You don't even TRY to defend yourself and then make it SO MUCH WORSE. Jesus. Maybe I ought to keep my frigging boots on." Even if he wasn't just being an absolute goober, Glory HATED sleeping on boots.

"Hey, good phrases are NOT unimportant," She said. She was generally kicked into overdrive on waking, and was most productive in the early hours of the morning, but not with Leo here, apparently. Her working theory was that his presence nullified her bodies need to immeiately make sure all was safe and how it was when she'd fallen asleep, as it seemed with him nearby everything was safe. "Hmm, convenient," She mused, "This turd just comes and goes as he pleases." She gestured a little a Ma-fatso, who swaggered about like everyone existed to serve him. She ran her thumbs ever so lightly over his knuckes, which were still injured from yesterday's Corrupted dismemberment, then looked at his palm, where there were somewhat shallow cuts from his nails. "Unimportant?" Glory asked softly, though didn't press him on the matter. Now, she wasn't being teasing in the slightest, and was very worried about him, but certain circumstances had brought Nice Glory back into existance. For that, one must first feed Glory, then get her to sleep - and actually sleep adequately - then be there when she woke up WITHOUT bothering her in the slightest by merely existing, AND somehow be granted entry to her room. IF one was to do all that, then she was unnaturally docile for the time being, until coming into contact with another human other than the one who'd managed to bring out Nice Glory, upon which all defenses were back up and she was ready to insult someone until they died of shame. Which is to say Nice Glory existed so rarely, she might as well've not existed to begin with. "Mmmm, not great, but better than anticipated," She answered after a moment. Unfortunately, no matter how bad her nightmares got, very rarely did her mind wake her up before it got REALLY shitty. For example, those dreams we've all had where one is falling, but is woken before hitting the ground? Not Glory. She felt all the torment of the impact, every shattered bone, every shreiking nerve, and when her mind finally woke her up, she could still feel it, and it took several hours to go away entirely.

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(My stupid brain caught it immediately and was snickering a lil bit xD then I had to wonder if it was intentional or not, and it makes it all the better knowing it was not lmao)

(Going to the bottom cause I have to reply to this first- you should've figured out it wasn't intentional... Leo would NEVER do that! He is FAR to oblivious and innocent minded for that! Well, innocent minded about that, anyway. Mostly. He can tear a Corrupted limb to limb, but merely being accused of that makes him want to hide behind his flowery hawaain top and beg for help xD

Yeaaah, I feel that- I am too. A couple memes that explain me: if you're going to try to impress me with your vehicle, it'd better be a food truck (or, honestly, any older Chevy or any peterbilt xD). Him: I didn't ask for attitude. Me: I know, It comes for free. When I was younger, I said this to my parents almost every day... my parents say to check my attitude and i promptly respond "for complaints about the attitude please contact the manufacturer". Last one.. every single damn time ANYONE, I'm saying AAAANYONE, asks me "what's up?" I always answer, without fail, "the sky." It became such a habit that someone I barely know, one of my friends friends, walked up to me and said 'what's up?' And I absentmindedly answered 'the sky'. They stared at me for half a second before mumbling 'that's actually really accurate.'

It is- not as impressive as getting jelly on the ceiling, though. 6 year old me was scooping jelly onto my PB&J sandwich with a spoon and it friggin REFUSED to come off so, with my little anger issues huff, I started violently shaking the spoon up and down. Instead of flying onto the sandwich like the Jelly SHOULD HAVE, it flew up and hit the ceiling. There is still a stain on the house ceiling to this very day.

Pfffffff noooo! Like, I do NOT want to drive for an hour just to charge my vehicle for 6 HOURS. My 24 hour road trip now takes 144 hours. It has achieved diddly squat

It is impressive- he must've been an undercover spy. Obviously. Best part? He didn't know my name! SHOCKER.

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Say that again when vegetarians start eating air because science has proven plants can feel pain and the vegetarians didn't die- I'll believe you then. For now, accept that I ain't hushin'." Leo snorted. Since when pigs fly was overused, he decided to go with a different approach. "When I could've definitely picked flowers! My innocent little mind would've loved that task. Especially for horses. Especially Especially for draughts." He seemed to remember her telling him about the two Clydesdales her mother had owned, and he assumed since she said manes that Dougal and Eilidh were them. "I was just implying damage, I wasn't specifying how much." He huffed. "You seemed mighty agitated when I had argued about the medium rare thing, so I decided to never forget that part." He pointed out, then nodded slowly. "Mhm." No answer neccesary, as it was better, just not good enough. "Nope, it was the other way around. Although, I am happy you now agree with me that I do walk faster than you." Leo grinned. (I don't know what page it was on [and yes, I did try to find it, and after about 20 minutes of looking I gave up. We are 114 pages in, and I aint looking through all of it] but I can assure you that Leo argued he was faster. In any case, we'll probably never know xD). "That's a pretty big main difference." He mused, his mind trailing off into nothingness for a second. Paying attention? Pfft. Too hard. As they fell on the subject of the sock stuff again, he made a face, wondering if his hole was deep enough that he could fall out the other side of the earth yet. As she started erupting into giggles, he was partially shocked that she could make that noise, slightly amused by her enjoyment of this, and mostly embarrassed about the whole shaboozle. "Well you tell me, having a sock fetish is better than agreeing to the other thing, right? And it wasn't like I could ever rescue myself!" He huffed in a desperate attempt to keep his head above water. He pretty much single handedly drowned himself. "Not unimportant, just not important enough for me to spare what little brainpower I have in the early hours of morning." He retorted with a snort. "Very convenient, I agree." Leo was glad he had that option, as there was no way he was forcing Mori anywhere. He almost got lost in trying to remember a time anyone even pretended like they cared about what his mind went through at night, and failed miserably before drawing himself back to the present. He sighed lightly at her word, the single, not prodding but questioning word. "I'm assuming you don't have constant nightmares about losing me- if you did you seriously need a therapist- so there's nothing much more to say. It was just the same exact thing, like the memory with my sister, but it was you, and we escaped. For .. a minute, roughly. Then you got eaten alive by poison. Feeding on your disliking for maiming the eyeballs, as you want the tortured to see everything you have in store, your own eyes were the last things to dissolve and it was honestly one of my more disgusting dreams. It's weird how vividly a morbid mind can imagine the inside of a human body." He mumbled, frowning at the floor like it did something wrong. Weak. So weak. And why was he just giving in when she was barely even asking him to? Its like he wanted to tell her every little horrific detail. He thought he didn't. It'd just make things worse. Gah, why was everything so COMPLICATED.

(I knoooowww, you got me almost simping over a fictional character, why'd you have to make him so frigging adorable? xD

pffff not the food truck xD So true though lmao

That's a great one, don't mind me just borrowing it >>; lol. My dad calls me 'quick witted' and I am a self proclaimed smartass. anytime my mother tries to tell me 'don't get smart with me' I respond with 'fine, I'll be as stupid as my siblings.' Oh, and the other day we were at lunch and (the restaurant has great taste in music) my mother asks 'Oh yeah, what happened to The Police?" Mysmart mouth goes 'They got defunded' lmao

omg that's so something I'd've done, and probably have xD

he quite literally just sniffed you out like an ant following the other ants' pheromones lmfao)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory snorted and said, "I'll never understand vegeterians to begin with. If animals aren't meant to be eaten, why are they made out of food? Besides, I wouldn't survive without meat." Meat made up the majority of her diet, since it had wayyy more of, well, pretty much everything than plants, and thus she could eat less frequently. Plus, if God, or whatever aliens with their genetically-modifying space lasers, or evolution, or whatever, hadn't intended animals to be eaten, why did they taste good? Why must bacon be so damn delicious if you're not supposed to eat it? Explain that, vegetarians. She smiled wistfully and said, "I think you'd've had better luck getting flowers into the whole lenth of their necks, since I could only reach their forelocks and withers." And their tails, but only the top and bottom, not the middle. She could sit on them backwards and, laying down over their immense hindquarters, stick flowers into the top of their tails, then do the bottom from the ground. Dougal and Eilidh were the sort of horses that lowered their heads so one could play with their forelocks and let a child walk under them, around their legs, and not move a muscle. "Alright, fair," She agreed. "Oh please, I'm mighty agitated MOST of the time," She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Nuh-uh. Fake news," Glory huffed. She'd definitely argued he was FASTER, but whatever. (I'll find it eventually and prove I'm right xD) "Nyehh, size is relative," She said. Nyehh being Glory's noncommittal noise of half-agreement, half not. "I meaannnn... I did say 'perfectly fine with' not 'drooling over the mere prospect of like a pervert', so they're pretty equal," She said, before realizing exactly what she was saying, and immediately wished she could snatch the words from the air and stuff them back down her throat. Error - System needs to restart.

"Mmmm... eat a lightning bug- that'll solve your brainpower problem," Glory offered rather unhelpfully. Well, it might work, it might not. No way to disprove it without trying it. She cast a glance at Mephisto that basically said 'see? Why can't you be like that?' Ma-fatso just yawned in her face with a tiny, babyish sqeak that completely betrayed his macho-cat act. Glory dipped her head and kissed the the fluffball in her arms, and Jaws' little snoot poked out from under Ma-fatso's fluff. Jaws seemed a little jealous of the cat, and Glory, not one to play favorites, kissed Jaws' little noggin, too. His face promptly disappeared back into Ma-fatso's fluff, and happy little sounds seemed to be eminating from both the cat and murder deer. "I do- when I'm awake. My concious mind is busy terrorizing me with the future, while my subconsious mind haunts me with the past. Besides, I DO need a therapist. I just hate their stupid questions and their stupid judging and how their stupid faces look when I tell them I kill people for fun," She said with a small sigh. Generally it was safer for any and all therapists to keep their distance from Glory, as she was pretty much a hopeless case as far as they were concerned. If they wanted to keep all their limbs attatched properly, they should just keep their stupid little mouths shut. "Hmmm....... so, if I were to tell you 'I like to keep them alive and well as long as possible since merely existing is the hardest thing anyone could ever endure', would the oh-so-rude part of your mind understand that and stop being so terrible?" Probably not, but it couldn't hurt to try. It'd be better than informing him of how she'd tried to make more toxic daggers like her wolfsbane ones and failed. The highly acidic stuff she'd used managed to eat through the metal after a few minutes, and onto her wrists. She'd sort of figured it might happen, but not really worried about it, so she only had a rag and a bucket of water on hand. It was sufficient for the acid, though it ate most of the rag, but it still left quite nasty burns on her wrists and forearms. Those were some of the few wounds she actually took proper care of to prevent scarring, as it wouldn't make for a good story. 'Oh, what're those from?' 'These? I used too strong of toxins and messed up badly'. Yeahhh, not nearly as good as the wolf bite on her shoulder.

(That was a goal in mind hehe. He needs to be adorable so people don't kill him xD

I borrow a lot of things of yours so I can't mind lol

Ooo good one! Especially siblings when they try and tell jokes- they're SO BAD xD

Lmao that's hilarious- how do you come up with such good things?

That is weird why would you say that xD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Exactly. Something we can fully agree on. Apart from that I am awesome, that is." Leo grinned. "But I wouldn't survive, either. What's life without meat? I don't think I would've made it through my childhood if I hadn't pretended to be a T-Rex and viciously ripped my steak apart with my teeth." He chuckled. "How would I live if I couldn't eat two burgers so a vegan out there isn't making a difference?" He then paused, thinking. "Nevermind, more like six burgers so 5 vegans out there aren't making a difference." He corrected with a snort. Without meat, he'd be nothing. No more than a scrawny twig. Dead inside. More than he was now. "I think I would've as well. There most likely wasn't a day in my life that you were even close to the same height as me." He smiled slightly. This only made him miss Whiplash SO MUCH MORE. He loved that horse. "Not fake, but believe what you want to. It just means that you're wrong." He shrugged with a hidden smirk. He was totally right on this one. Obviously, he was faster. (You do that to prove you're wrong xD) "What the heck does 'Nyehh' mean? Are you now a knight that says Neh?" He asked with a snort, then immediately switched to a wince as she spoke again about the socks. Hey, it was HER who had spoken, not him. His wince only increased in size as he registered her exact words, almost choked, and let his eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, so now you don't care whether I have a sock fetish or would be 'perfectly fine' seeing you with nothing but your socks on? Because they're.. equal." He inquired, mostly in a joking/surprised way. Surprisingly joking. No, jokingly surprised. Doesn't matter, he wasn't serious. "No, it won't, but thanks for the unhelpful advice." Leo rolled his eyes at her suggestion. Just because his eyeballs lit up didn't mean he was smarter. After an internal moment of 'awww!' At her words, he decided answering would be in his best interest. "Of course. You just have to worry about both future and past. And I know you need a therapist, I was just using the words... stupidly, apparently." He huffed. He did agree with her, however... therapists were stupid with stupid questions and stupid thoughts and stupid judgy faces. "No, not at all." He answered with an unhelpful smile. He reached out to stroke Mori's back and let out a surprised yelp as she disappeared. Glancing around quickly, his eyes widened as she poked her head out from under the blanket, back to her normal size, squeaking happily. As he processed that he had created a size-changing fluffy velociraptor, she jumped into his arms and snuggled her head into his chest with content chirps. "I thought she could teleport at first...." He finally commented, a small smile playing at his lips as he watched the little animal. He wondered if she could shapeshift as well.

(Welp, it's working xD

I am basically a library of witticisms, take what you like lol

right? xD even worse when they say one of MY jokes louder and get all the credit for it 😒

I definitely get it from my dad, his side of the family has all the wit lol

because I'm weird af xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"And that most people are dumb as shit," Glory added, grinning. He was in fact right about one thing- he was pretty great. She suppressed a snicker as he spoke; there was another sentence she could twist- 'what's life without meat?' - but she decided to go easy on poor Leo. She'd done enough of that enough. Instead, Glory said, "Sure, or you could nullify their efforts permanently- eat the vegetarian." That could work, in theory. Another of Glory's favorite arguements against vegetarians - next to animals being made of food - was that by eating plants, they were taking food from the cows, goats, sheep, pigs, etc. that they thought they were saving by only taking food from them. One could even take this arguement further and say that by drinking water, they were causing homelessness in fish, and by breathing air they were taking oxygen that the very plants they ate had made, air that the cows they were also starving needed to breathe. Where does it end? In short, vegans were hurting more animals, and plants, by not eating the animals. "Hmm, probably not. Maybe when I was 9 there was a short time when I was within a few inches, but a year or so later and you'd've towered over me already," She mused. It was sort of funny, in a strange way, that he teased her for being short, as technically, she was. Her mother was about 5'10 and her father 6'3, so Glory ended up short compared to them. Most of that was due to the fact that a creature will only get as big as its nutrition will allow, regardless of the size of its parents, when its young, and Glory was no exception. "I. Never. Said. You. Were. Slower," She growled through clenched teeth. (Nooo! I was born at night, but it wasn't last night. I was snikering the whole time at Leo's argueing about how his slower stride speed meant his movement speed was also slower xD Or maybe I'm just trippin, I dunno lol) "It means whatever I need it to," She said. Glory had a mini dictionary of words and sounds with no real meaning other than what she said they meant right then. It made deciphering Glory-Speak that much more difficult. "Well, lemme put it this way," She said, "Assult and drug possession are pretty different, but can still get you pretty much the same punishment." That was the most Glory-Speak way to put it pretty much EVER, but it wasn't wrong. "Besides, not objecting to something and wanting it are VERY different things. I wouldn't really mind if an asteroid came and wiped us all out, but I wouldn't sit and wish for it on every shooting star I see," She added. Clearly, she'd make one hell of a lawyer, very good at argueing for or agianst something, heck, she'd even be able to be the lawyer for both the plaintiff and defendant simultaneously. "How do you know?" Glory asked. "Have you tried it?" Actually, thinking about it now, she realized he probably HAD, and at best had glowy spit or something. "Oh gee thanks. Not even gonna try to argue that I'm at least half-functional mentally," She huffed sarcastically, though not able to fully hide the half amused, half teasing tone in her voice. At least he didn't suggest she go actively pursue that- he definitely would've gotten a death stare if he had. "Damn," She said, then added, "What about a lobotomy?" She was grinning wolfishly, her eyes twinkling with her usual mischeif. She was surprised - reasonably so - as Mori disappeared, then reappeared at her regular small size, and let out a laugh as she squeaked and leaped into his arms. "I thought she existed off of your life force and imagination- how do you not know if she could teleport or not?" Glory asked, amused. At least now Mori was small again, and not in danger of demolishing Glory's room.

(before I forget- I was meandering through pinterest looking for inspiration for suits of armor, and I found basically Glory :D Clicky! Just needs green eyes and it'd be spot on lol)

Yep, Leo is not dead yet! Yay! xD

I will take it all hehehe

That's just terrible. I hate it when people do that.

Oh yeah, it's all my dad's fault xD. ))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Okay, we can agree on that as well." Leo nodded. Most people were dumber than a box of rocks. A less than average box of rocks. He was so shocked at the things some people said. (Not me totally going 'how can she twist that?' It's late xD. Explain lol!) As she explained that very good answer, he paused, contemplating it, and slowly, a grin grew. "That is the best thing you've ever said. Almost. Thankfully, I've already thought of it." He chuckled a bit evilly. No, nevermind... way evilly. It was something he had thought long and hard about, and it had troubled him for quite some time. However, he had decided he didn't like human meat, especially the meat of an animal that never ate actual meat. "Mm, probably. When I was twelve I was 5'7." He commented, musing to himself about his height over the years. He hit puberty about 12, and by the time he was 14 he was 6'2. The rest of the inches came slowly. As she growled at him, his eyebrows lifted about a millimeter. "Okay then. As I said, believe what you want." He said in a cheerful, easygoing tone. He knew he was right. (Naw, you're just tripping xD. If you have extra time, search for that page. I will too) "of course it does. Sounds like you." He commented with a small smile. It'd be easy.. anyone could ask you anything and you just say 'nyehh'. They're confused, they walk away, you don't have to talk. Everything works out. How amazing! "...... don't ever try to twist my innocent words again, okay? This is how it ends." He grumbled. "I don't have a sock fetish nor to I have any need to see you with nothing but your socks, so problem solved. I will be perfectly fine if we never bring this up again AND I will wish that this subject never appears in our conversations from now until forever." He stated, wondering how one simple sentence could go so wrong. And how he was stupid enough to say it in the first place. At her question, he pressed his lips together, not responding. "... no comment. And just in case you ask, it wasn't on purpose. This time." He begrudgingly admitting. Not one of his fondest memories. "I don't tell lies, I thought I told you that." He then replied, matching her teasing tone perfectly, a smile playing on his face. "You are functional enough to be one of the most skilled fighters I've ever seen, best Corrupted torturer, and my most trusted person with any of my little animal friends, so remember that." He pointed out. At her suggestion, he cast a frown her way then let out a small huff. "It only works a certain way. I think about the general idea of what I want, and that comes up. Especially when she's so young, it's not like I can just open a file and read exactly what she can do. She's still an animal, and I can't technically make her do anything." He explained the best he could. Mori let out a purr and shrunk the tiniest bit more, her vibrating enough to make his heart beat differently as she sat, content, in his arms. "She is, by far, the most cuddly little thing that has ever walked the face of the earth." He commented fondly, not too upset about that part.

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(Oooo it looks amazing! That's close to how I imagined her)