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Thinking about it a little, Glory figured it was probably a good thing Leo'd taken Alex outside to beat him up, otherwise, there'd definitely be some legal issues, and probably Alex crying that he was the victim here. Which, maybe a little, but he got what was coming. Did Leo look a little bit like a 'rabies-infested psychopath'? Probably. Was it possible he overreacted? Glory's answer was a definite N-O, capital letters and all. What goes around comes around, and boy did it. Lucy had been lurking in the shadows nearby, the white marking across her face the only visible part of her in the dark. What a good dog.

Glory took up her usual place at Leo's side, Lucy on his other, and let out a snicker as Leo kicked the little wimp, and couldn't help but say to him, "What happened to you? You look like your face was on fire and somebody tried to put it out with a fork." Which, on second thought, would probably yield about the same results - aside from the fire - as what Leo'd done to him. Potato potahto.

Glory actually quite admired Leo's self-control- had Glory been the one to have pummeled Alex she would've had to waste the next few hours hiding the body. Maybe it was the fact Alex hadn't gotten the chance to get handsy, otherwise, Glory was absolutely certain it would've been lights out, hello darkness my old friend, right then and there for him, courtesy of Leo.

She snickered again at his curses, that was certainly one way of describing the pitiful fellow. "You know, you didn't have to do that," Glory said after a moment, "but I appreciate it, thank you." She'd gotten used to always taking care of herself for as long as she could remember, but it was nice to have someone to beat the ever loving shit out of all the Alexes and Felixes of the world.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo didn't feel very much like a General at the moment. He didn't know what he felt like. Apart from how satisfying it was to hear Alex scream, he had just kind of.. spiraled. Hearing Alex... say those things to Glory... it had awakened a beast he didn't even knew he HAD. And only made him more fiercely realize how much he loved her. And feel goddamn guilty about ever requesting to go to the bar in the first place. He hadn't wanted to pummel a shit eating porcupine, but here he was. The last time he remembered breaking someone's bones that hadn't been Corrupted was YEARS ago. Love did some weird things, apparently.

He glared at the sniveling pile of shit on the ground with a ferocity that could only be described as life threatening to the person it was aimed to, then consoled himself about how walking away was the best thing until he got out of town.

Leo had been slowly calming down and contemplating life as he walked, so he had to drag his brain out of its place of musing as Glory spoke. He let out a low snort at her words. "I did TOO have to do that he was being an insufferable armadillo eating sludge shitting jackass, and absolutely not have survived another second of him looking at you like that." He shuddered, disgusted as the memory quickly popped into his mind. Such lustfullness- it was the scariest thing he had seen for days. "Not that you need help, but in my eyes, it tis now my job." He huffed quietly, turning his slightly calmer golden gaze to the pathway ahead. He was internally thinking that anyone that even looked at her again may be pummeled, but that problem could wait for later to get solved. "I would break all the bones in the world for you." Truthfully touching and gruesomely perfect, somehow. He was still a bit irritated, and disgusted, but the fresh night air and Lucy and Glory both treading at his sides was definitely helping.

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"That's one way to put it," Glory said, "But I think if he did have another second he wouldn't have survived." Just one more moment was all it would've taken, and unlike Leo, when it came to shit like that, Glory had almost no self-control. But if guys like Alex couldn't show any, why should Glory have to? "Double standards, bitch" was her usual justification. What the hell happened to 'treat others the way you wish to be treated'? Or maybe that still applied, and Alex was just demonstrating how he wanted to be treated. If that were the case, fuck off bucko, eat shit and die. Just thinking about it now... blegh. That cunt, that cooze, that NICKEL-PLATED CROTCH. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.

"Aww, well, I certainly don't want to put you out of a job," Glory said, smiling a little. She'd gladly let him beat the shit out of people for her from now on if that's what he felt he needed to do. "Likewise, mo ghràdh. I'd gladly dispose of anyone and everyone for you." Glory was much like a highly aggressive dog, waiting to be let off its leash. The second that thing is loose, and you'd better fucking hope you've got your running shoes on. If not, tough luck.

(sorry its short, I'm too tired for this xD)

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo was thinking of many more phrases to describe Alex that would hurt to hear and hurt more to read, so I'll spare you the misery, but he could not believe how irritated that had made him. No- far past irritated. "If he'd have continued that sentence that I cut him off on I would've made him WANT to die." Leo growled under his breath. He was somehow disgusted and angry at the same time. And a bit horrified that anyone could even think that. Honestly, with him and his brain, he loved Glory for her personality alone; she could be an old hag, but if she had the same personality, he'd consider her perfect.

"Well I'm officially employed. Next bastard that even THINKS about approaching you is going to be sorry." He huffed quietly. That was one time when he'd use his powers for something like that. Mind reading, here he came. If he saw a single glance in her direction, mind reading it was, then onto the pummeling for daring to think that thought.

He let out an amused chuckle at her words, shaking his head. "I don't think you have to worry about your job being too strenuous." He replied flatly. The last time anyone had approached him was when he was 18. So, yeah, Alex may have been right about something. He kinda did look like a piece of shit. An unkempt slightly crazy piece of shit. Yaaay.

He has officially calmed down to his mostly normal self by now, and was currently thinking about the fact that they were almost back and it was dark now and he'd get to sleep. Sleep was a welcome thing, whenever it came. He should also probably try to get to sleep early, considering he had to orchestrate a way to wake up earlier than Glory. Without waking her up. This would be fun.

As they neared Libodon, his pupils just kept expanding until it was completely dark and he could still see rather well. Moonlight had always been enough for him to see by. Even when the moon was covered by clouds, there was always light outside, no matter how small. He wove his way into the school and started trudging up the stairs, ignoring the pain in his leg. That was nothing, now.

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Glory had heard many possible variations to the sentence Alex didn't get to finish, so one might think she'd be at least a little desensitized, but that wasn't the case. Every single one made her want to shudder and gag. Thinking about it, if Glory'd had to deal with Alex on her own, she probably would've had to suffer through hearing whatever fucked up shit Alex had in his used condom of a brain. "I think he wants to die now as it is," Glory said, shaking her head a little.

His next words made her smile slightly. Whoremasters like Alex were a dime a dozen, unfortunately. "Then a word of advice; bars aren't a great idea. That's kind of a 1 in 12 average bar experience," Glory said, only half sarcastic. Most guys weren't nearly so bad; they shoot their shot, get turned down, and leave Glory alone. Now, some were a little persistent, but still stayed within the boundaries of being respectful. Then you get the Alexes. The ones that think they're such hot shit they look ever their shoulders to make sure their ass ain't smoking before they wipe.

Glory snorted as Leo spoke. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Glory considered obtuse idiots like Alex to be on par with the corrupted, thus felt no sort of remorse whatsoever for Alex's current state. Well, remorse wasn't really something she was familiar with to begin with, but that wasn't important.

Glory's focus flipped to Lucy now, who, deciding that all was well and she was not needed, was running ahead, stopping to smell things, circling back, and repeating. She just kept on going in the same pattern, over and over and over again. Watching the dog's rhythmic pattern didn't help with Glory falling back into old habits; zoning out and thinking too much. Right now it was about having to go meet her contact for more dirt on people. That was at midnight, which gave Glory an estimated 3, maybe 3 and a half hours. Take a nap and then not sleep much after or just do very little while waiting? Probably the latter option. Sleeping was probably going to to difficult as it was, no point in making that worse.

Lucy made it to the doors of the academy before Glory and Leo, sniffing at it but unafraid, just waiting for them to catch up. When they did, she stayed a little closer to them, but still continued her pattern of trotting ahead, sniffing, circling back, rinse, repeat. She gladly made her way up the stairs and in Glory's room, already rooting around. After a moment of Lucy sniffing around, she let herself up on the bed, sprawled out on her side like she'd always been there.

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As Glory spoke, Leo smiled wryly, shaking his head. "He may think he wants to die, but what I would've done made him want to never see the light of day again. Make him think that the sweet release of death was better than another second." he answered lowly. What he had done had been tame. He's been through the same thing, and he hadn't wanted to die. Leo may have broken almost every bone in his body, and he'd only wished he could die once. That was when his sister was killed. No other time was he in so much pain that death would've been better, so what he would've done to Alex would have been horrible beyond human comprehension. Although, Glory could definitely fathom it. She wasn't human, after all.

"Okay okay THANKS, I KNOW THAT, I just didn't expect someone to come up to us after 5 SECONDS of being in there." he grumbled. No more bars. Ever. Good thing he had an entire alcohol cellar.

He let out a quiet chuckle at her next words, shaking his head. "Nooooo, it's a good thing. A very good thing. I just didn't want to disappoint. I know how much you love beating people up." Leo now grinned, casting a golden sparkle-eyed teasing look at her.

He turned his gaze for Lucy for a little while before looking back at Glory, raising an eyebrow. "Watcha thinkin' about?" He inquired. "It looks like you're either going to cure world hunger or cause another worldwide problem." He added with a low chuckle. She was kinda just staring into space. He turned his eyes back to Lucy again as the dog ran patterns around them, a little more closely now that they were inside the building. He saw how rhythmic she was, and it made him smile. Smart cookie. He entered Glory's room after her, remembering that they probably had a few hours to kill. Glory had said that she had a meeting tonight, and he assumed it wasn't right now, or she'd be on time. "When's the meeting?" He inquired, leaning against a wall in her room before looking at Lucy and grinning. The pup was all sprawled out and looked totally at home. He wondered how Jaws would take the news. When the little guy actually woke up. Mori was still very much asleep, in a tiny little ball on his broad shoulder. She always shrank enough so that she could fit there, and he found it absolutely adorable.

(Sorry mine is kinda short, I have to get up friggin early tomorrow)

(Kinda short my ass, that's perfectly fine xD Shame about getting up early though...)

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At Leo's words, Glory snorted and said, "Maybe you should've skinned him and made a new pair of boots out of his hide." Actually, that was sort of one of Glory's favorite threats: Fuck off or I'll wear your ass on my foot like a boot. Followed closely by I'll kick your ass so hard I'll be wearing you like a sock and tickling your tonsils with my toes. Both painted a very... vivid image, neither very pretty. But, when aimed at a particularly unruly student, were incredibly effective. Though most of a threat's effectiveness comes from the receiver's belief in its truth, which might say something about how people saw Glory.

"No no, you're right. Usually it takes a bit longer for them to work up the balls to try something like that," She said with a small sigh. Ignorance at its finest.

"Aww, true, but you're the least disappointing person I know," Glory said, matching his tone, though she was being honest. Almost everyone else she'd come into contact with just solidified Glory's belief that the human race was one that'd gone on far too long, time for the goddamn finish line. But... she wouldn't mind if the next mass extinction event waited until she and Leo and already died of other causes to wipe the planet clean.

Glory was dragged back out of her thoughts as Leo spoke, probably for the better. "Is all of the above an option? I'm gonna feed everyone but it'll be full of rat poison and cyanide," She said, grinning, then gave him an actual answer. "Just the boring shit I gotta do later- like sleep." Fuck sleeping, ain't nobody got time for that. That was why stimulants were invented, just so people could avoid sleeping.

Glory removed Jaws from her shoulder with one hand before flopping down on the bed next to Lucy, settling Jaws against the dog's belly, half buried in her fur. Jaws hardly took notice, as per usual. "Midnight. The witching hour," She answered, "Kinda cliche, I know, but it had its advantages; like letting people argue over whether something happened on Monday or Tuesday because it was at 11:59." That was part of her reasoning- no definite date since most clocks and watches were off by a little bit. The other reason was just that she liked the time. Simple as that.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"That would only be painful for 10 or so minutes while they're being skinned, depending on how careful you are. I've found humans can survive through getting skinned- for a couple minutes, at least. That would be a beautiful way to end it, as it would be agonizing for the last few minutes, but not a good before torture method. I would've much preferred to take my sweet time with Alex." Leo mused. It had technically been an accident that he had figured out people could be skinned alive- it was a corrupted, and it had gotten him in a rage, so he had skinned it with his deer skinning knife, and the screams could be heard for miles. The Corrupted survived almost 10 minutes before their blood pressure dropped enough to kill them.

He damn right agreed with the next thing she said. Even to the untrained eye, Glory looked frigging dangerous. "He wasn't even drunk. He must've been just ... REALLY stupid. And confident." He shook his head. He had other ways of describing that confidence, but he didn't need to voice his pain at the moment. "That's not saying much." He pointed out with a dry look towards her. "You seem to think everyone's disappointing." He added with a chuckle. (I'm typing this up on my phone because I'm driving and right as I was about to start a new sentence, my syggestions box above the keyboard just suggested: Glory-Speak. I was so proud. It learns xD). He kind of just wanted to shove every other thought of Alex out of his mind for good and forever, but that was hard considering he was now haunted by that smug blonde creepy shitweasel. Dangerous in a whole different way. He had, of course, come across these people before- how could he not. He had also beat their assess to high heaven for a random person that they were advancing on like predators. However, he never remembered breaking so many bones, or doing so much. Usually he'd just walk up, put a hand on their shoulder, squeeze a little, then their shoulder would break, they'd go yelping off like babies, and he'd nod to the person before leaving. It was always that simple. Until Alex, apparently, who thought, after a direct punch to the face, that he should CONTINUE being a bastard.

"All of the above is almost always an option." He grinned, looking amused. Such a Glory thing to say. He practically thrived on her sense of humor. "Sleep is only boring shit when you decide it is." He huffed. "Think of it like a sweet release from the pain and sorrows of the day, then you can get up a couple hours later and call yourself rested." That's usually what he did. Most of the time sleep was just a way to escape physical pain, though. Everything faded into darkness when your body shut off. It was nice.

Leo gestured to her couch as she flopped down. "Weapons." He said, then looked back at Lucy with another amused smile. Animals never failed to make him happy. Ever. "That is a good advantage." He chuckled. He may have been guilty of arranging things that way for that reason once or twice. No one could prove it, though, so he was technically innocent. "Tis a good time for whatever you've planned." He added, glancing out the window, to where the moon was visible over the treetops. So bright and annoying. Why did it have to exist? Night was supposed to be DARK, and then the moon sauntered along and was like: Hey y'all I'm late to the party but I'm here! And then it DOES NOT LEAVE. Even though NO ONE else is awake or happy about its presence.