 02:12:12 Bee| Tyy for your help! I appreciate it |
02:08:22 Bee| That is very clever ngl! I didn't know we had a savings account. I will be putting in bit by bit in the mornings as well. Hopefully one day I can buy myself a WWW horse! |
02:04:44 DD| Bee, i like to put an amount in every morning, I don't usually spend spontaneously, so i just compile in savings then pull from it when I need it <3 |
02:02:27 Bee| Tysmm! Omg yeah- this is a life saver. No money in sight, no money to spend |
02:01:49 DD| Ah, good! Good luck saving <3 |
02:01:28 DD| accountant > scroll down, It may be a premium feature, but i'm unsure |
02:00:25 Bee| uh... where do I find it? I cannot find into on the game guide |
01:57:15 Bee| No, I mean like... not spending it- |
01:57:06 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. bee
no.i don't got any if so I'd have learned to use them
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don't spend ebs |
01:56:07 Bee| any tips on saving my money? |
01:51:11 Purp/PPF| I'd love to argue against that. But every time they give me one somehow it manages to be a different model and I have no idea what some of these buttons do. So ghosts is indeed the logical answer for now. |
01:48:11 DD| Purp, lol, it's possessed xD |
01:47:39 DD| Fern, Oh i remember those things. Good luck with that xD |
01:46:54 Purp/PPF| It startled me at first and then I thought it was mine. But it's another staff members and I have no idea what's up with it lol. |
01:45:32 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. dd
I'm at my sisters right now.shes seventeen and decided to jokingly ask for a furby for x-mas.....its almost two am and it just went off going, 'dAnCe PaRtY' and I'm like 'NOOO-' yeah,its going to be a rough night |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "No, if I'm BUSY flipping one guy off, I'd just shout a good ol' FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON at the other one," Glory retorted. His next point, however, was a pretty good one. "Yeah... okay fine. I like my flamberges and zweihänders too much, BUT I have a good lot of bastard swords too, so I don't NEED both hands." Zweihänders were great for how fuckin big they were - usually 6 feet or more - but also difficult for that reason. Flamberges were basically zweihänders but with a wavy edge, made to cause more damage. Bastard swords, also known as hand-and-a-half swords, were one of Glory's favorites since they were longer than average single-handed weapons, but shorter than two-handed ones, so they could be used either way. "Yeah, I lost them," Glory sighed. Leo knew how she was about her pokey things; this was a BIG problem, especially since they were customs from Ronan. At his cheeky smile, Glory scowled more, knowing this was a losing battle. Even though he hadn't SAID anything, he somehow had a point; Glory was - occasionally - rather cuddly. Much in the same way a clawless cat is. "Rude," She huffed, "a minor lung puncture can often heal on its own just fine. I'll live." Well, probably. No guarantees. "But okay, I'll try." It was only fair, Glory supposed. "I will go fight bees if I so choose. But, since you said please, I'll try to go about it diplomatically," She retorted. Only because he used good manners would she not try to wallop a flock of bees. Even though it was highly entertaining. When you weren't battered and broken and possibly have a concussion. Yeah, fighting bees was great.(hehe good) "I did put thought into it and you're wrong, I'm not any more important than you. You're equally important, and I will go fight bees right now if you try to think otherwise," Glory huffed sternly. She forced herself to her feet as she heard someone she undoubtedly knew but really, REALLY hoped she was wrong. She'd stolen blood from that one though, so, y'know, kinda unmistakable. Her injured leg threatened not to support her weight while her head agreed with the idea of being on the floor, her own body trying to take her down. Fuck that. Sure she didn't take care of her sack of meat and bones, but she'd never done anything to warrant this. Well, not that Glory could justify. A lawyer or some shit might disagree. |
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(I feel evil ) Keres wonder Keres nodded explosives was something she knew about. She was taught how to make them how to get away from them and how to take them apart. Her sisters voice rung low in her ears as she spoke keres glare was obvious "no shit Sherlock are we plying hide and go seek now" she stood walking right up to her Sister. one thing she was lucky she got from her dad is his height she was at least 7 inches taller then her sister who was 21 and she was barley 17. Keres swaped from your normal shy teen girl to I wouldn't want to poke her shoe with a 135 foot pole in mere seconds. Her eyes did more speaking then she did and her sister actually looked slightly concerned. Ammit wonder She looked up her snake like eyes laughing but she remained calm and somewhat slightly scared but not for her sake for her sisters. "Whoa there lil sis don't get ahead of yourself" she put a finger on Keres chin and pushed her away leaving a scratch mark on the skin. Ammit looked around the cabin before she spotted the other two someone's she was looking for "Oh! Hello! Glory, leo isn't it funny your here" she smiled |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "There are other options." He agreed, his tone not matching his words. If there were THREE people, you could only yell at one as a time! So you'd need three ways. Hence needing two hands. "Exactly." He nodded slightly. Two handed weapons needed two hands. "If you keep bringing up excuses, I'll boil it down to ONE VERY SIMPLE SENTENCE. I want you to have two functioning hands." He pointed out with a sigh. He did this because he wanted to. He wanted her to have to functioning hands. He looked a bit sorrowful as she spoke again. "We'll go back and rescue them." He confirmed, thinking about exactly how long it'd take for everything to heal. If they made it back to Libodon, they would have to go back and find the base after they healed. He smirked even more as she scowled, looking pleased with himself. And feeling really damn thankful that they were both alive still. Every second of his life after this... well, he knew he could die anytime, but this had really sank that deep. He was going to truly appreciate every second he spent with her. Every time he looked at her face. "Rude!? I'm trying to keep you alive." He grumbled. "Good. Try." He responded, then rolled his eyes. "Greaaaaat. I'm glad you'll go about it diplomatically." He drawled sarcastically, shaking his head. "To ME, you're more important to ME, than ME. So I will do what I see fit." He huffed just as sternly, eyes narrowed slightly as he drove in his point. Leo kept his white knuckled grip on the wall and leaned heavily on it, pain racking every nerve in his body and sending alarms blaring through his head. He narrowed his eyes considerably and let anger ripple through his dark golden eyes as Ammit looked in. If he wouldn't fall over by taking over a step, he would've strangled her already. "Ah, yes, funny. That's the exact word I was thinking of." He growled lowly, using his peripheral vision to scan the cabin for a dagger, or something. He only had one weapon. In his state, he wouldn't be more than a gnat bothering her plans. That made him even more irritated. He clenched his jaw, not moving his feet, leaning heavily against the wall. His wounds had stopped bleeding- ish- but now they were at it again. |
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Keres wonder Keres slowly reached into her pocket pulling out a dual bladder dagger she stabbed Ammit in the gut making her fall back in shock. With that Keres drew the knife back and stabbed her in the sholder. She sadly couldn't stand her again as her sister launched poison at her face she was only able to half dodge the poison and it landed on her cheek burning away the skin. She drew her sword and swung Ammit caught it with her hand and made and attempt to melt the metal but her hand was cut and Keres was able to puncture her arm with a smile Keres spoke " my sword was handcrafted by mother so I hope you injoy the 56 ccs of Cyanide" when Ammit fell Keres realised that her sister threw her own knife last second and it lodged in her sholder the pain from the burning of her skin and her sisters knife overwhelmed her. She stumbled backwards then fell. Ammit wonder Ammit felt a pain in her gut as Keres stabbed her. When she stumbled she was stabbed again. She came to her senses and grew poison at her sister satisfaction hit her as it landed on her sisters cheek and ran down her neck. when Keres grabbed her sword Ammit instinct told her to melt it,but that's when it hit her that was Keres only gift from mother a sword meant to kill no matter where it cut. She tried to make out what her sister was saying before her world went black, but before she fell to the ground she threw her knife. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "You don't sound convinced. There's a reason the grammatically lacking phrase all y'all was invented: fuck all y'all and the horses y'all rode in on," Glory protested. She had an excuse for every one of his points. Every. Damn. One. A mischievous, almost downright malevolent grin spread across her lips as Leo spoke, and she pulled out her most devious card. Dropping her voice so Keres couldn't hear, said, "Leo, if I'm really hurting for money, I won't be offering handjobs, so I don't need them all that much." That, in theory, would shut him up at least a little, in the same way her teasing him for what he'd said about her penguin socks - you don't need to wear anything else - had. Unless he'd gotten used to her rather dark and raunchy humor. "We'd better," Glory said, "or I ain't gonna be very happy." She already wasn't, and if she didn't get her weapons back, she'd be fuckin pissed. Those disrespectful happy crappy shitters stole Glory's things, and now they were gonna pay. At his utterly pleased look, Glory huffed, "I hope you know that in any other circumstance, you'd've been whacked already." The only reason she wasn't was that she'd actually really missed this - missed him - and their playful teasing. Sherriff Shithead and Deputy Dipshit just didn't cut it. Leo filled a void that Glory hardly knew of or chose to acknowledge; she'd just put a wet floor sign over it, little bit of police tape, and called it a day. "Yeah, that's the most horrible thing anyone's ever done for me. You're so mean," She half whined in her usual sarcastic manner. Glory barely did that herself and she was JUST FINE, she didn't need someone to tell her she wasn't allowed to die. That was at the top of her bucket list, too, to kick the bucket. After she collected a flag from every country. That came first, then kick the bucket. And since she wasn't anywhere close, Glory supposed that maybe someone telling her she wasn't allowed to die yet wasn't such a bad thing. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna be like a peace ambassador to the bees and then make them pay taxes in honey to me," She retorted. Not a bad plan. Bzz bzz, your bzzzing taxes are due! "As long as what you see fit isn't something utterly retarded," Glory grumbled. "Halò, a chreach," Glory muttered. ha-LOH, uh khrekh. Hello, you disaster. It fit pretty well. She watched as Keres and her sister tussled it out, and normally she would've gladly helped, but not this time, however badly she wanted to stab Ammit. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo smiled. "It doesn't matter if I'm convinced or not." He said sweetly, ignoring the rest of her comment. He was allowed to have his own opinions and she was allowed to be wrong. As a mischevious, rather evil smile spread across her face, he was at least warned for what was coming next- she always got that look when she was going to make a helluva raunchy joke. He pinched the bridge of his nose even before the words came out, groaning lowly when they did. "If there was ANY part of my mind that was still even the slightest bit sane and happy, that emotional fragile chip of light was just shattered very violently." He berated her with an attempted scowl, closing his eyes for a moment. Of COURSE she would be the one to say that when he was NEAR DEATH. If he died of a heart attack, or embarrassment, he was classifying it as murder. "Also, you KNOW that's NOT WHAT I MEANT." He grumbled lowly. Now that he thought back to it, most people would hear an innocent phrase, but some, like Glory, would hear something not so appealing. It honestly just depending on how dirty of mind you had. He glared at her for a moment. If there was one thing that was more normal about him than her, it was that he didn't make sexual jokes, and he didn't look for the worst things in a supposed to be innocent sentence. "Sometimes I wonder about you." He huffed teasingly, as both of them knew he accepted every last part of her, good and bad. She may think the bad outweighed the good, but he didn't agree. "I know, I wouldn't be happy either." He mused, already planning how they'd get back. Hopefully he remembered sort of where the hell they were. His smirk widened at her words, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, yes. I do realize that. Good thing I am me, eh?" He stated smugly. "Plus, I'm pretty sure being whacked is the least of my problems at the moment." He added with a slight wince. Every second, his burns seemed to hurt worse- he didn't know how THAT was possible- and he got even more tired. All he wanted to do was patch the wounds before he fell asleep. Obviously, that would have to be put off. He rolled his eyes at her sarcastic words about the bees, more focused on other issues at the moment. He felt the intense urge to at LEAST whack Ammit upside the chin, but he didn't. He knew if he took a mere step forward he'd be on the ground and therefore useless and exposed. Whatever poison Keres' sword held had knocked Ammit right out, and Leo had a distinct feeling that she wouldn't live much longer. Which made him sad. He wanted to torture the fucking hell out of her until she was begging him to let her die. But alas, he was in no state, and they had to help Keres, who apparently now had half her face melted off and a dagger in her shoulder. He steeled himself and slowly limped forward, dizziness whirling through his system as he gingerly picked Keres up like she weighed no more than a paper, even with his wounds, and put her on the couch. He knew the dagger wound could be fixed, but if the poison wasn't stopped, it could slowly eat away at her face until it devoured something vital. Knowing this was a very, very bad idea, he forged ahead, touching his fingertips to her forehead. In less than a second, his world was going black, but he forced all of his energy into drawing out the deadly liquid. He felt the poison ooze out of her face before falling onto the floor, then his own world blacked out, and he vaguely remembered toppling to the ground before he remembered nothing at all. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "It matters to me! I keep myself entertained by convincing people they're wrong," Glory huffed. And that they were insane. That was always fun. A good Sunday afternoon activity, followed possibly by ice cream. That was a must if Glory was going outside on a Sunday. "Oh come on, cry me a river, build yourself a bridge, and get over it. You're gonna have to put up with far worse if you survive," She retorted, still grinning maniacally. She was a specialist in dirty jokes and blamed the teenage boys in her head for that one. The monkeys dressed as mechanics were off the hook for that one. "Do I? Maybe you were only referring to yourself, not those willing to pay for that," Glory said thoughtfully, tilting her head slightly. That one was even worse somehow, and she knew Leo wouldn't appreciate it one bit. "Sometimes I wonder about me too," She replied, her smile moderately less evil now. Not entirely, but less. "They have my favorite fuckin claymore..." Glory muttered glumly. It was a beautiful sword too, almost too much so to be used in combat, the sort that should be passed down through generations and be a ceremonial thing, and now Corrupted had it. "Yeah, lucky you," She said. "No, but it certainly wouldn't feel nice." That was really true, and while Glory was evil enough to tell jokes that hurt his poor innocent mind, she wasn't evil enough to inflict physical pain on him. The psychological damage she did unintentionally was bad enough. Glory watched as Leo picked up Keres easily, and, with the girl apparently handled, Glory meandered ever so slowly to Ammit, lying on the ground unconscious. She nudged the Corrupted with one foot, and would've kicked her if it didn't hurt Glory too. Instead, she grabbed her by the collar with her good hand, slowly but surely dragging her outside, leaving a trail of blood where Ammit's blood was leaking steadily out. She came back inside briefly, grabbed a rope she'd seen earlier, and went back out. Glory thought for a moment before deciding to make a display of her. Tying the rope around Ammit's ankles, which was frustratingly harder one-handed, she threw the other end of the rope over a sturdy, somewhat low branch. Glory had to stretch as tall as possible, grab higher, pull the rope down with her bodyweight, repeat, and try not to let the rope slip, repeat, but eventually had Ammit dangling like a Christmas ornament, tying the rope to the tree when she was done. Glory went back inside to find Leo passed out on the floor, sighed, and moved to sit as she had in her hidey hole at Libobon when he'd passed out then, with his head in her lap and running her fingers through his hair. |
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(And why did we put Ammit on display again) Keres wonder Her face and sholder hurt like he'll when she woke. The confusion in her deep blueish purple eyes showed she woke up on the couch and Leo was on the floor. She looked at glory who looked satisfied and yet disappointed in Leo, but then again while her and her sister were fighting Keres was trying her hardest not to laugh at Leo and glorys conversation. With a groan she rolled on to her good sholder and was able to speak to glory in muffled slured words. "whaauant hanapend.......... Twao amdit" was what it Sounded like. She closed her eyes not really worried about her sister anymore and went back to a half sleep. |
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(Because it's just a very Glory thing to do, plus Ammit's now a warning to other Corrupted xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory just sat for some time, she wasn't sure how long, waiting for Keres and Leo to wake up. Her functional right hand made the same, slow, repetitive motion continuously raking through Leo's hair, though it did a whole lot of nothing to tame it. She had a feeling very little could. She smirked a little as one very dazed and disoriented Keres woke up and replied with a snicker, "I think she's just... hanging out." She kept running her fingers through the still unconscious Leo's hair, a small, fond smile on her lips. Yes, he'd done something kind of stupid and used what little energy he had, but it was for a good cause. He always put the students before himself, and now was no exception. Glory just had to hope he didn't try to heal any of their other wounds, and just let himself be taken care of for once. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo snorted at her words, choosing to pick his battles and not reply. "I WILL cry you a river. But I also will survive." He sighed, a long suffering sigh that sounded like someone dying. A second later, he regretted his other words. "GLORY." He yelped, looking offended. "For one, there is a child in the room- ma'am- don't even- no comments about that- and for TWO- I don't even know what to think about that. Or how to answer!" He looked injured, placing a hand on his heart. Honestly, he DIDN'T know how to answer. He didn't exactly get that insult every day. He smiled faintly at her words before focusing on her next. "I can only imagine the emotional disturbance you must be experiencing. I've never had a weapon as beautifully crafted and uniquely created as yours, but I can only imagine the agony." He threw her a look of sympathy. It was, quite honestly, heartbreaking that those magical weapons were in the hands of such rotten, horrible things. "No, it wouldn't. You're correct about that. Especially against my newfound to be turned scar." He sighed with all the remorse in the world as he wiped the slightest bit of lingering blood off of the long wound on his face, definitely deep enough to cause a substantial scar. "I am not looking forward to my handsome face being marred by yet another scar. Rugged, yes, but most would say it just messes up the look." He commented woefully. He had guessed that Glory had taken Ammit out to restrain IT- they didn't deserve anything so amazing as to be humanized. Meanwhile, Leo was momentarily unconscious. He HOPED it wouldn't last for long- in normal circumstances, it'd only last 5-10 minutes, but he didn't know what would happen with the state he was in. Honestly, he could wake up in ten minutes, or he might never wake up at all. It was rather graey. Nothing in life was ever black and white. His poor, already messy hair only got worse with her gesture, but it wasn't like he gave a shit. Although it had gone from organized chaos to straight up chaos, it was still there, and hadn't been burnt off by the fire, so he was mighty grateful for that. By some miracle, with a lot of luck, in ten or so minutes he did start coming to, the peaceful sleep fading. As pain started throbbing, it helped bring him back to life quicker. He winced as his mind fully registered his wounds... again... and as he remembered exactly why he passed out. "Keres okay?" He mumbled lowly, knowing that Glory was there, as he could vaguely feel her running her fingers through his hair, although he didn't really want to open his eyes and face reality yet. He paused after a second and listened, hearing the shift of fabric, from somewhere on the couch. "I'll take that as a yes." With that reassurance, he would've fallen right back asleep if not for the persistent part of his mind saying that was a bad idea. Stupid logic. |
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