(I've come up with lots and lots and lots of plots, routes we could take, different highways, dirt roads, gravel roads, offshoots, and paths. It's all like a confusing maze in a very small part of my mind lol

It says dog in the title xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"... because being hard to deal with is such an achievement." Leo commented, then added, "Good job." If she thought she accomplished something, then kudos to her. "Of course, but I tend to disappear easily." He smiled, as if to say even with her incredible tracking skills, she would be no match for him. This was only because he used Simara's teleporting power. However, anything more than a mile, he could really only go there and back- it was taxing on the power. "Cryptonite? Only my favorite place in the world. But that's for when you start showing kindness, even if in Glory language. An almost reverse insult every once in a while will do amazing things." He explained with a chuckle as he thought about how any other person asking would be dead by now, and he wasn't quite sure how he wasn't. "True." He did understand that argument- she most likely had way better monsters stacked up. "Mmm but still, can't you imagine little Itty bitty grumpy Jaws with a little exuberant super extremely energetically happy friend?" He whispered. Jaws obviously heard him, cause the little deer gave him the cutest death glare ever to exist. Leo grinned, already planning a bouncy little deer friend. "But you can't stand it either- seems a little counterproductive, if you ask me." He answered with a sly smirk, although he knew damn well she didn't give a darn if it hurt her in the process. As long as he was thoroughly bothered, which he would be- the mere thought of the voice had a headache throbbing in. Why, oh why had he ever taken that route? Too late to regret it now. Hindsight is an evil thing. When she waved him off, he grinned even wider, looking 100 percent pleased. "So telling you about the Gastastrophie and you telling me about Frogmageddon wasn't enough?" He feigned offense. "You do realize we both have quite a bit of shit that could be used to blackmail each other, right? I could've told Simara about Frogmageddon, then boom, you'd get to face her lizard faced slit eyed dragon glare." He huffed, continuing with the offended whimper. After letting out a sigh of EXTREME sadness, but her next words seemed to lull him slightly. "Oh fine." He grumbled, only looking slightly offended and much more indignant now. "No, I'd be good at that. I don't know what about, but maybe." He sniffed, then resumed looking very offended and indignant. "Ahem, ma'am, although I tend to wear bright red and other popping colors, that does not mean I'd have to FIND a black outfit. I have plenty of those too, thank you very much. The plague mask thing will be a breeze, as well. I have one hanging up above my bed." He added the last part in an offhand manner, like that wasn't important at all. "Inspiration is occuring." He mused, thoroughly distracted at this point. Not entirely sane looking, sitting in the pile of blankets with his even more messed up than usually bedhead of bright red hair, out of focus shiny golden eyes staring into space, face fixed in a look that suggested he was dreaming about horrors to come.. with pleasure, obviously.. and fingers preoccupied with a dagger he was flipping over and over. Occasionally, he'd run the tips of his fingers down the side of it, causing a tiny cut to appear, welling with just enough blood to be visible, but not enough to drip onto the blankets or stain anything important. That and the bright red and black button up flannel shirt he was wearing made him look just as insane as his personality suggested. (The perfect analogy though xD) "no! No no no no no. Don't even. You are the best name maker upper in the entire WORLD, you may NOT reduce a DICTIONARY of your GENIUS words go to WASTE by calling it the FRIGGIN BOOK OF SHIT." He exclaimed, adding in a snorting huff for a more dramatic feel. "... yes, that would be worse." He agreed slowly, looking at rainbows in a WHOLE new way as of that moment. "The Corrupted are bastards! Of course they'd laugh! I, for one, would not." He said solemnly. "I would treasure the gift of such an amazing sight, and probably allow myself to be killed just so I don't have to worry about hurting the person who came up with that astounding idea." Leo finished with a flare of his hands. "Awww thanks! For once I agree with myself, too!" His grin was wider than the shitted rainbows as he praised Mori for listening so well. He then did one more little adjustment, and the suit morphed into all black, and a tiny little plague mask appeared on her face. After a squeak of surprise, Mori became very still, then gave her seal of approval with a chirp.

done<3

Oh yeah))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo couldn't resist a smile at her happy words, as obviously she totally believed them. "I bet I could." He smirked, only half instilling a dare. As she paused before speaking, he wondered why the hesitation.. but realized in an instant she was trying! For him! "Yes! Yes like I'm not a shitweasel! Best compliment ever! Danke, Mein Schatz." He grinned widely as she totally exceeded all expectations. "No, you have the ability to. I know it. That's why you cared enough to help me whenever I have trouble, and that's why you're still here- it ain't because I'm anything special. You can be kind and caring- I know it." He was saying this in complete truthfulness. All he could remember was the night he had terrible terrible nightmares about her dying, he told her, and she had comforted him, like a friend would do. That's when he had decided to trust her fully, and truly believe in her. Leo snorted at her words, then let out a cough that covered a laugh. "Unless it comes to fighting corrupted." He pointed out, trying to be helpful. "Hmph." He didn't agree with her, but meh. What did his opinion matter. "Pff, you've had more experience." He defended himself with a huff, casting a playful glare her way. "Mhm. I can totally pretend to be shorter- if it's a short meeting. Shape-shifting comes in handy." He looked rather smug. He couldn't be recognized if he wasn't him. He just hated doing it though, because he liked his own self better. "Mmm goody." He repeated in the same musing voice, still rather distracted. (OOO YES!!!!! DO IT, I COMMAND YOU). "No, Book Of Shit is not glorious enough for your amazing works of art." Leo huffed, wondering why he was defending her amazingness. "Oo, really? I would've never guessed." He sniffed sarcastically, then almost popped a top trying not to laugh. "But they're beautifulllll." He whispered with a strangled chuckle. "Ouch, but I get it- and I love your penguin socks, get over it." He teased, then nodded. Yes yes yes. "So perfect." He all but purred, scratching Mori under the chin.

He glanced at her as he was thinking, and for some reason, he was immediately snapped into the realization that her green eyes were absolutely beautiful. It took less than a second for his mind to bound off down a rabbit trail far different than most he had taken himself on. Leo got 100 percent completely lost in the depths of her emerald eyes. Looking from the outside, he was just staring in a weird creepy manner, but if you knew how his brain worked.. his expression showed a little bit of awe, honestly, as he all but admired her. Just.. her. He guessed he had never taken enough time to appreciate her .. beauty, as he was also far more concerned with personality. He hadn't even really noticed how pretty she was, how stunning, and that's why, at this moment, he was practically just shocked.. a bit irritated that he had never noticed, and amazed at how lost he got in her eyes.

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"Run? Pfff- I'd fall over within 2 or so seconds and then I'd be captured. Run is not in my vocabulary at the moment. Come again tomorrow." Leo let out an amused snort. It couldn't be an actual dare, since he couldn't run at the moment. Maybe hobble, but that wouldn't really help him at the moment. "Best from YOU." He responded with a grin, her golden eyes sparkling like disco balls in the bright light of the morning. He recognized the important part of her Scottish words- which was obviously the last part- and that was enough. "You do have that ability, it's just buried supa, supa deep." He responded solemnly, which was also a joke as Leo Anubis could not be solemn. The last part of her sentence made him feel like he was glowing. Like an atomic bomb, but still glowing. The fact that she would try to be KIND and HELPFUL for HIM was a friggin miracle. "Much obliged." He answered with a barely contained grin, then lifted his red eyebrows. "Pfffffffft, you're just trying to get out of it. You've had more experience. Period. And you're not the only one that's had to bribe someone for something." He huffed, his mind flitting to the student who had walked in on him stirring some plant juice concoction that he later poured in one of the leader's afternoon coffees. It made them gassy all afternoon, and it was friggin hilarious. Honestly. "It will have to be a short meeting." He stated firmly. "But for that short meeting, I need someone to beeee. If I pick something from my imagination I'll be the least normal creature from hell ever, so you think up a height and everything else. I can literally design my own character, so..." A mischevious look grew on his face. "I could friggin look like Gru if I wanted." He chuckled evilly. "Which I don't." Leo added quickly, falling into contemplation about exactly what to look like. His train of thought went back to her as she spoke, and he frowned. "A little better, but still not as imaginative as the very first one." He replied. "Try harder." He then looked mock offended at her words. "I am AMAZING at guessing thank you very much." Leo sniffed, looking indignant.

He barely even noticed as she placed an elbow on her knee, and blinked as she spoke, hs eyes refocusing. "What's focus? Never heard of it." He replied instinctively, glancing away and towards the window. Totally busted. He was the least sneaky person EVER.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Uh huh, and I'm pretty sure you'd've said the same thing yesterday. So no, you don't get to use that excuse again," Glory said sarcastically. Her way of counting if said excuse had been used was that if you would have, then you already did, therefore you can't again even when you didn't actually. Did it make sense? Nope. But with Glory, very little actually did. She snorted and said, "If my best is good enough for you... god damn you have low standards." Though even if that was the case, it was much appreciated. Most people didn't like a whole lot about Glory, foul attitude, foul language, and sometimes looking for a fight out of boredom or irritation, but, y'know, every now and then she could be, well, nice or sweet or kind were NOT the right words, but Glory could be docile. "Yeah, maybe, but I guarantee it's fuckin' fossilized," Glory said, "mmm, but if you do find my ability to be nice, it should probably go in a museum. Not that big-ass British Museum, but a museum." Glory had a very distinct idea that the British would rather forget her, given all the problems she'd caused for them. After her ma died, Glory and her father stayed in Scotland for 2 years, give or take, before selling Dougal and Eilidh and the property Glory should've inherited and moved to England, of all places. She absolutely hated it, and caused as much trouble as she could without any real punishment, though there were times when she almost got caught. Stealing the flag from Buckingham Palace was the last of her antics, only performed after manifesting when she paid the Brits one final visit. "Nah, doesn't matter. What's more important is do I want to know what you did that needed a bribe?" Glory asked, trying to contain her curiosity. "Righhht," She agreed, "No, no, not Gru," She paused a moment, thinking, "Do you have to change your face? I happen to like it..." Besides, anything he came up with would be guaranteed to be terrible, but like in a grotesque evil henchman way. "Nope, I'm retired from trying. From now on I'm doing the absolute bare minimum," Glory said, half groaning. She couldn't help but grin as she said, "Geez, I've seen some guys that are absolute shit at rubbernecking, but you didn't even try." Though really, he didn't have to be sneaky. He was the only person with that permission, but it'd be entertaining to maybe not exactly tell him that. Not yet at least, his reaction to being caught was too amusing.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory sighed with defeat and said, "No..." Which, funnily enough, he was also the only person spared from death by Glory's hand, aside from Flash. "Of course I remember. You'll be giving me something to laugh at when I die," She said with a snort. "Oh darling, you definitely don't want me to hold you to that statement. My worst is punishable by death." It certainly wasn't something to be proud of, and Glory wasn't, she was just cursed - or in her eyes, blessed - with being overly blunt, pretty much all the time. With her, there was no such thing as a sugarcoated sentence, it was more like salt coated.

"C'mon, at this point you're trying to do CPR on a rotting corpse. It's DEAD, dammit. Let the thing be dead," Glory said, feigning annoyance though actually amused. It was more like a 110-year-old man pretty much turned to dust but somehow still barely alive.

"Hmm, not something to offer in the same way as Sophia Matthews, I hope?" Glory teased rather darkly, just trying to fluster him. She already knew his answer, which would probably include, but not be limited to, vehement objection, at least one 'really, Glory?' and a change of subject. Still, entertaining.

"Could you? Since when did telling the truth count as a compliment? If that's the case, good samaritans would be practically flirting with judges," Glory retorted, though it was definitely a compliment, mainly in Glory-Speak but also pretty much in Normal-Speak too, for once. This is history in the making folks, Glory giving a compliment that was not only not backhanded but also not exclusively Glory-Speak! Replay the footage, that one's special!

"What does an escape artist have to do with a genius?" Glory asked skeptically, managing to wrangle the first snarky comment - Looking like Einstien is the closest you'll ever come to being like him - that came to mind and stuff it away.

"Fine, the GGtGG it is, though I've already been doing the bare minimum of a lot of things already. Like keeping myself alive," Glory said, with an oh-so-perfect example. Bare minimum was pretty much right.

A very amused grin tugged at her lips, and she couldn't help but ask, "When did I say you had to try, though?"