General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo awoke with a start, being viciously ripped from the darkness. He quickly realized why as pain blazed through his head- he had been smacked with a SHOVEL. His eyes widened as they took in the scene before him- he was in a dark tent, tied to a post, all weapons gone, and two Corrupted stood before him, one with a now slightly blood shovel.

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"Oh good. You're finally awake. Took long enough." One of the Corrupted growled, dropping the grave digger. "We captured you and the female. Glory. What a pretty name." They sneered. "Here's the deal. You're going to watch us interrogate her, and if she doesn't give us the information we want, then you will... to save your little toy."

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Leo froze as they started speaking, Fury and panic radiating through him. "If you touch her I will rip your vile tongues out and stuff them so far down your throat that you taste the shit coming out of your ass. I will you your intestines to choke you until your eyeballs pop out." He hissed, anger blazing in his eyes as he struggled against the tight bonds.

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"Oh dearie me." The Corrupted laughed a bit evilly. "We're sooooo scared. What are ya gonna do, big guy? You're tied to a post and we could kill you in a second." They spat jeeringly. "Try to get away. See if it works."

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Leo clenched his fists, the ropes digging into his wrists as he glared at them with enough Fury to flatten Mount Everest. He clenched his jaw, looking around. "Where is she. Where is she you shitweasels." He snarled.

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"Oh, you'll see soon enough." They laughed.

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Glory awoke with a groan, everything was sore and she found that not only were her hands tied behind her back, she was disrespectfully blindfolded. As her senses came back, she also realized her claymore was missing from her back, as were the swords from her sides. God damn it all, those were fucking NEW. Handmade by Ronan, and yet some Corrupted was probably picking his teeth or scratching his ass with them. The familiar weight of her armor was still there thankfully, though she had a feeling it was all in far worse shape than when she'd put it on. They'd probably only left it because they couldn't figure out Glory's custom snaps n' shit. Her helmet was gone though. As more awareness of her own body returned, she realized she was on her knees, and and attempt to move even just a little hurt all her joints. That told her she'd been here for maybe a few hours.

"Well would you look at that, sleeping beauty's awake," A voice sneered from somewhere to her left. "Where's your prince though, hm?" The voice was venomous and sarcastic and sounded like the owner didn't know how to actually laugh.

"Probably beating the shit out of the likes of you," Glory snarled, though she wasn't confident in that.

"Wrong!" The voice said, and was accompanied by a whack to the back of Glory's head that resulted in a metallic taste in her mouth. Probably bit the inside of her cheek or something. "He's waiting on you." Judging by the sound of the footsteps and the direction of the voice, Glory could tell whoever it was was slowly circling around her.

"Right," Glory said with a snort. "Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more? I hear she loves the way you do it." She was trying to distract the fuckwad, hopefully get him to let something slip. Probably wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"Why you little-" Another whack, harder this time. It left Glory a little dizzy, but smirking. She was getting somewhere. Maybe.

"I heard your mother fucks for bucks," She said, unable to wipe the look off her face even after a third ring of the ol' dome piece. "In fact, I heard she throws blowjobs for jukebox nickles," She said smoothly, this time anticipating the strike. She dropped her head at the last moment, shifting her weight to her right foot to swing her left foot out and hopefully swipe the guy's feet out from under him. She missed, but could almost hear steam coming out of his ears.

"Alright, that's enough from you, get up," The Corrupted said, now behind her. He grabbed her bound hands and hauled Glory to her feet, vertigo swamping her head and her joints creaking in protest. She was shoved forward harshly at the same time she heard "MOVE" barked over her shoulder.

"Okay okay, yeesh. Ain't you delightful," Glory muttered, shuffling forward at a frustratingly slow pace. The whole not-being-able-to-see thing was annoying. It was impossible to keep track of where she was going, or for how long. Eventually though, she heard heavy fabric rustling and was shoved down to her knees again. "Well thanks for the lovely stroll," Glory called over her shoulder at where she thought she'd heard the guy go. Apparently she'd annoyed the shit out of him well enough, and he didn't take the blindfold off.

"Would you SHUT. THE FUCK. UP," Glory heard him groan, and couldn't help but smirk at that. It fell off her face though, as she caught a familiar scent under the sharp metallic tang of blood. Leo. Well fuck. Things went from great to bad to worse in the span of a few hours. If it was just Glory here, that'd be one thing, but knowing Leo was too just made Glory far more pissed than she'd really ever been.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo heard the Corrupted leave- obviously they weren't worried about him at all. That pissed him off all the more. He attempted to struggle to his feet against the post, and managed to get most of the way up, his arms twisted in a painful way and his teeth grit. He was 90 percent sure that one of his shoulders was dislocated, but what could he do. He glanced around furiously, observing the tent he was inside of, the dirt floor he had been roughly dumped on, and the thick wooden post that he was tied to. He tried snapping his bonds and just pulling the post out of the ground, but like the attack before, the blue liquid got rid of all of his powers. Growling angrily, he slammed his back against the post, only resulting in wrenching his shoulder in a horrid way. He grit his teeth in pain and stilled, bracing himself against the post so he didn't collapse, as his legs felt like jelly.

He heard a commotion outside, and fixed his eyes on the entrance of the tent. Four Corrupted entered, and one of them hit him in the back of the knees with what looked like a wooden stick. He let out a hiss of pain and collapsed back onto his knees, vision still blurry from the drugs or whatever the hell had covered the dagger. A second later, another Corrupted entered, shoving... Glory. Blindfolded, blood leaking from a nasty wound on her head. Fury turned his veins into pure molten lava. "You dirty sludge bag mother FUCKING snollygoster devil of a scaredy MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH let me go and fight me like a MAN I'll grind you into the concrete with my bare fists and spit on your grave after I'm done! Stop being FUCKING COWARDS you blood sucking lickspittle smell fungus FUCKING LEECHES!!!" He snarled angrily, curses spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. He jerked against the bindings so violently that they cut into his wrists and blood started leaking down his arms, but he didn't escape. "You fucking cock sucking dripping shitweasels!" He all but howled. As one Corrupted got too close, he violently threw himself forward and smashed his head into theirs with a sickening crack- they screamed in pain and scrambled back, blood already flowing. "Fucking dickheads-" He started to hiss, but was cut off when one of the Corrupted got sick of it and kneed him in the face. Blood and pain blossomed, but he spat it out and ignored it. "I will-"

"One more word and your girlfriend gets a knife to the eye." One of them said drily.

Leo fell silent in a split second, bristling with fury. He glared at them, but didn't speak again.

"Look at how obedient you are now." The same one sneered. "Now, sweet Glory, mind telling us a couple things?" The Corrupted grinned evilly.

Leo wanted nothing more than to smash their face in with enough force to put them in another dimension, but he stayed deathly silent.

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It surprisingly took some effort for Glory to keep from laughing at Leo's outburst, if it weren't for their current situation she absolutely would've. She flinched slightly as she heard him throw himself against whatever was restricting him. "Don't hurt yourself," Glory hissed, earning the most horrible bark of a laugh she'd ever heard from one of the Corrupted. It sounded like a ghost trying to remember how to be human.

"HA! What the bitch said," Someone snarled from behind her.

Glory was scowling beneath the blindfold, trying to focus on how many people she heard and where they were. Leo was in front of her, but far enough away that there was no way she could reach him before their captors could react. Then there were at least three - wait, no, four - Corrupted near them, though it was hard to pinpoint their exact locations with vertigo and ringing in her ears.

Glory's mind tripped over itself as she heard the words your girlfriend... it actually sounded nice, disregarding who'd said it. Then the rest of the sentence caught up. "The fuck did I do?!" Glory protested. But maybe insulting that one fuckwad was a bad idea. Yeahhh, probably was. Oh well.

"We-ell, I wouldn't say sweet Glory- unless you WANT me to hurt you-" She stated, and was rudely interrupted by a snort from the corner. "-but what do you want to know?" She asked as though genuinely considering it, before saying, "Hold on, none of you are narcotics officers, are you? If you are, I ain't talking. I got too much ecstasy, roofies, cocaine, meth, 'n fentanyl." She shook her head sadly, as though to say "welp, I'm caught, take my drugs I guess". Glory was really just stalling, trying to keep their focus off of Leo and hoping he'd just shut up and wait for an opportunity to come along and not act like a bloodthirsty animal.

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AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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At her hiss, Leo grit his teeth, his jaw clenching so hard that he guessed he might've cracked a tooth. Every bone in his body crackled with fury, but he fumed silently, knowing she'd be punished if he didn't. He bristled as they stepped closer to her, looking purely evil in every meaning of the word. They cackled at her words. "You have 3 seconds to tell us about your precious Libodon." The lead Corrupted hissed. "We are going to take it Down, whether you like it or not, so make the job easy. Who's protecting it? How many?" They grilled.

Leo narrowed his eyes, twisting his head around to try and see the ropes that bound him. It only ended in him getting kicked in the ribs. "Stay still, dumbo." One of the Corrupted barked. "That is the worst fucking insult I have ever heard in my entire life..." He muttered under his breath. As he attempted to work his wrists out of the ropes again, he was rewarded by another kick and an annoyed growl. With a nod from the other Corrupted, the one that stood near him grabbed a gag and forcefully shoved it in his mouth. "That'll teach ya to stop talking." They hissed.

"MrghflurMTHFCKR." He growled through the rag, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply through his nose. He fell silent and still, however, waiting for any opportunity to do anything, his eyes like chips of golden fire as he glared venomously around the circle.

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(Sorry it tis short, I have a killer headache and my brain took a day off xD)

(nahhh no worries ^-^)

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Glory'd forced herself to train whilst blindfolded, often dueling with Flash, to sharpen her other senses and not rely on sight, but that was a controlled environment. This was not, and, however little Glory'd like to admit it, it made her rather... nervous. That clawless cat feeling had come back. She couldn't even so much as shift her weight to relieve the aching in her legs, let alone try to fight her way out. Any struggle was immediately punished, brutal and swift.

Glory turned her head toward the Corrupted who spoke slightly. "I didn't think you could count that high," She muttered, though loud enough to be heard, and was immediately kicked in the ribs, hard enough to make her grunt. It seemed to be these brutes' favorite move, like kids in a street fighting game that just spammed one button. Plate armor was quite handy, but not at all the best for blunt force. "Fiiiine," Glory groaned, then sighed. "We got this 6 foot 10 guy with Down's syndrome- can't really tell what he's sayin' but my god is he a beast with a sword," She said, and with such dejected hopelessness, it well and truly sounded like the truth. "There's about four thousand men under him, all highly trained and waiting for you. At least half of them are on their way now, ready to blow your forts to splinters." She couldn't really tell if they believed it or not, and was anticipating another whack to the head or kick to the ribs.

Glory just about laughed as she heard the word 'dumbo' tossed out. Almost sounded like a bunch of kindergateners trying to be scary. She was more than willing to teach these dastardly bastards some better swears and insults, but it was better to not antagonize them.

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Leo grit his teeth around the gag, focusing his gaze on the Corrupted that CONTINUED to kick Glory. If looks could kill, that guy would be a pile of soot and Ash at the moment. As soon as he got out of these ropes, they'd be the first to die. Meanwhile, he observed the group of five, one standing behind him, three in the corner, and one right by Glory.

He resisted a small snort at her muttered words... he was too furious to really find the humor in them, though he couldn't help but think ... how typical of her. Though, good for her. If she wasn't getting KICKED for it. He wanted to hiss back that if he wasn't allowed to try and hurt himself, she wasn't either, but he couldn't really do that... gags and talking didn't get along well. He somehow twisted the right way to inhale the scent of the Corrupted behind him- it smelled so wretched in a way that he couldn't explain that he immediately hacked and coughed, through the gag, earning it to be ripped out of his mouth. "The hell is wrong with you?" They snapped, and he responded, "God, the fuck kind of cologne is that!?! Smells like dying hope." Which, of course, resulted in the gag being stabbed back in, and a kick in the ribs. It really was their best move. His newly healed ribs did NOT enjoy this, and he grunted quietly, eyes narrowing, but didn't... couldn't do much else. He stayed silent at her spun tale... she probably could've done better, but extra points for thinking it up on the spot... 7/10.

As the one behind him moved closer to speak, he kicked out a leg, twisting it behind theirs and successfully sending them crashing to the ground. They let out a surprised yelp before jumping back up, face reddening, and punched him in the face. It was honestly pitiful- he had hit his head harder with his own stupid actions- so he just glared in response. A murderous, burning glare.

The lead Corrupted rolled their eyes and grabbed Glory's hair, forcing her head back. "Oh, so you think they're coming to save you, mm?" He hissed quietly, his grip tightening. "I think that's the last shrivels of your hope looking for the light. Sorry to tell you, darling, but there is no light here." They growled lowly.

Leo clenched his teeth tighter, somehow, more anger filling him slowly, like poison oozing into his veins. He wanted so badly to crush that scum like a bug under his feet. He could only imagine the horrors he could instill.

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Glory bit her already bleeding lip in an effort to keep from laughing, but a small half choke, half laugh escaped, resulting in a "You think that's funny?!" And a boot to the back this time, just below the shoulder blade.

She heard some heavy thing crash to the ground and retaliate... poorly... and guessed it hadn't hurt too bad. "You hit like a girl," Glory muttered with a snort. They were the enemy and all, but she was quickly losing any popularity she'd had, and so what? They could all go like bat shit off a cave wall for all she cared.

She winced slightly as some dipshit pulled her hair - like a teenage girl in a fight - but made no sound. "First off, I ain't your darling, second, not with that attitude!" Glory huffed, "Y'all need some comedy." She snapped with her left hand, despite them being bound tightly and said, "I got a joke for you: what's the difference between you and a bus?" She paused for dramatic effect, a smirk spreading across her bloody lips. "When riding a bus, everyone gets off."

This immediately was rewarded with a sharp yank to her hair and yet another kick, though she heard one of the Corrupted in the corner let out the smallest of snickers. "Eyyy, this guy gets it," Glory said, and got another yank and probably an eyeroll or two. "C'mon, lighten up! How about another?" She said, the smirk having not left her face. "Did y'all hear about the guy who broke into a church naked?" Another dramatic pause. "The police chased him for a while before finally catching him by the organ..." She was rewarded by a cough, which she only hoped was someone trying to cover a laugh, and a kick to the ribs again, though the other side this time.

"You raunchy little bitch..." The idiot with a fistful of her hair growled, which only made Glory grin more. She really, really wished she could see the look on his face.

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AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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In Leo's opinion, it wasn't funny simply because the scent REEKED, and that was saying a lot coming from him. He was used to bad scents- rotting flesh, cigarettes, rotting food, poison, stinky plants, you name it. He had smelled it all. But this? This was a monstrosity that should NOT be allowed on EARTH. And it was so ducking strong (auto correct did it again- I give up) that it overwhelmed his senses and almost made his eyes water. He let out a slight wheeze through the gag, which was successfully trapping ALL the scent and sending it straight up his nose.

His eyes narrowed as the Corrupted roughly grabbed Glory's hair- rude- and snorted quietly at her reply. The jokes to follow honestly did way more harm to him than them- he ended up wheezing more as he tried to cough and just inhaled more scent which sent him into a full blown hacking fit. Okay, he'd kill the Corrupted grabbing Glory, then the one behind him. Maybe the smell of rotting flesh would take over that scent. God, it was HORRID. Just horrible. He was a bit shocked that anyone else could stand it. Indeed, one of the quieter Corrupted snickered at her joke, earning him a whack from his companion, and the same one coughed the next time.

Leo was enjoying the look on the lead Corrupted's face- through watering eyes, may I add. The guy looked furious and flustered all at the same time. In less that a second, things did a 180, however, as the same one whipped out a dagger and shoved it into Glory's thigh. Leo let out a strangled yelp, more anger blooming as he tried to see if ANYONE was in kicking distance- but they had learned their lesson and backed up. He growled through the gag... another kick flew at his ribcage, and as the leg extended, he kicked out with his leg, earning him a howl of pain as he made contact with the side of someone's knee, who immediately crumpled to the ground. They glared and him and he glared back, and he was smacked across the face again- pitifully, he must put- before he looked back to Glory.

"We're going to bring you back to your own little hellhole to bleed and suffer a little without your precious boyfriend, and see how humorous you feel after a little while." The Corrupted growled, slowly twisting the dagger in her leg before ripping it out. "Take her away."

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Some idiot behind Leo absolutely fucking REEKED like cheap cologne, unwashed ass, and burnt shit. Glory wrinkled her nose in distaste, tilted her head toward the guy as best as possible what with the dimwit still clutching her hair, and said, "Ohh BROTHER this guy STINKS." To which she heard some muttering from the sniffer offender and a snicker from one of his buddies.

Glory heard Leo choking and then hacking and winced. Probably not the best jokes in his company, but they were still damn good. She had some more, but considering it sounded like one of the Corrupted enjoyed her humor and Leo very much didn't, it'd basically be friendly fire.

Then something sharp and cold ripped into her thigh, and she clenched her jaw to keep from making noise, instead drawing a sharp breath between her teeth. "Disre-fuckin-spectful," Glory growled, "Did your mother teach you how to treat a lady?" Definitely not. The guy was probably abandoned for being so damn ugly, and she couldn't even see his fuckin face.

"Oh thank you, I come up with some of my best material while suffering. Why do you think I'm still alive?" She said. She winced as the dagger was pulled out, blood dribbling down her leg and mixing with the stuff that wasn't hers on her armor. She then shifted to sit on the ground like a child picked up and placed there rather than on her knees. "I'm actually fine here, thanks though."

She felt fingers hook into the top of her backplate and just... start dragging her. Which, y'know what, fine. Glory didn't want to walk anyway. She twisted her head around toward the idiot who didn't even try to get her to stand - they were all probably sick of her shit - and said, "Thanks for the ride, buddy ol' pal." Then, turning her attention to the remaining Corrupted, she grinned like the goddamn Joker and called, "Later bitches!" The idiot dragging her kicked her, so in response she just fell limp, making his task far more difficult.

Glory wound up in a different tent, just dumped on the dirt floor like the sack of concrete she was acting like. "Rude," She huffed. She stood, shook herself out like a dog, and started trying to rub the blindfold off on her shoulder, finally succeeding after a moment. Looking down at her bleeding thigh, she sighed, but with her hands bound, there was little she could do at the moment. There were guards posted outside the tent, at least 6, so there was no chance of escaping without immediately being stabbed or caught. Damn it.