 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₍ ^. .^₎ Leo's reaction had Glory cringing pretty good; yes she'd been toeing the line with the first one, but the second was definitely too far, even for Glory's taste. "Right yes child, sorry," She stammered a little. "You should think that I need a good brain bleaching and, well actually probably just a new brain. My poor mother'd be washing my mouth out with soap right now if she heard that," She added with a shudder. Sorry, Ma. Leo's next words had her mind off both her terrible offense and her stolen weapons as she said, "We need to fix that then, I know Ronan would be more than happy to make you whatever you can think of." Whatever you can think of was right, he could make damn near anything that could be thought of and make it look fuckin awesome. 40 something years had been spent perfecting his craft, and boy was it perfect. "Ahww, I think you'll turn out just fine," Glory said fondly. "Besides, face scars can be kinda hot, and you can usually get rid of 'em with microneedling if it's that bad." Glory'd gotten a few scars to disappear that way, it worked pretty well on more minor ones. She wasn't sure how well it'd work on that particular one, since it seemed like it'd wind up pretty big, but it could be worth a try. She'd had to get rid of one long scar on her neck from when a Corrupted had tried to slit her throat, as it looked sort of like Glory'd tried to hang herself. Not at ALL the case, so it wasn't a good look. Glory was actually pretty proud of herself for having hung Ammit in the tree, one hand and by herself. Hell yeah. Now they had one less than visually appealing yard ornament that looked like a macabre pinata. Maybe they'd go out and beat its body with sticks, too. Glory smiled softly as Leo came to a little, his not being a morning person showing through a little. "G'morning brèagha," She murmured. BREE-uh. Handsome. "Yeah, she's alright. What about you?" She asked gently, though her tone said that he'd better give it to her straight, no sugar coating or conveniently forgetting something. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo grinned as she cringed- nothing funnier and better than flipping the situation back onto her. Although the comment had been unhelpful and had severely injured his mind to think about- honestly, if she put herself in his shoes for ONE MOMENT, she'd PROBABLY understand- he would recover. Well, he'd adapt. He might not recover. "Pfft, almost every person on planet earth needs a new brain. You aren't the first, sorry to burst your bubble." He replied, nodding slightly at the last part- yeah, from what he'd heard, that would be happening. That, of course, got him thinking about what his father would say if he said something like that, and it was honestly amusing. If the guy registered it, if they were in a less drunken state, they'd probably stare at him for a moment before laughing their head off and possibly throwing out a couple insults about women not wanting to get within 100 feet of him. Hm. Maybe not as amusing as he thought. Switching trains of thought, he focused on her next words, eyebrows lifting slightly. "I wouldn't want to intrude on his work time, especially since he just met me." He replied. "I was merely stating that it must be worse for you to lose a weapon of such beauty and craftsmanship." Leo did NOT want it to seem like he had been secretly asking for a weapon like that- honestly, that wasn't even in his mind as he spoke. Of course, if he thought about it, he'd LOVE to have one, any of Ronan's astonishingly crafted masterpieces, but that didn't matter. "Never thought I'd hear that, but... thanks? I believe that was a compliment." He said drily, an amused smile lifting up the corners of his lips. Of course, over the years, his precious face hadn't escaped danger, and he had multiple scars, they were all just smaller and less noticeable. Even with shrinking, this one would likely run from the top of his cheek down to his jaw, or even his throat. It depended on a couple things. Honestly, he didn't REALLY care, he was just complaining to be dramatic- typical him- but nevertheless, her words did not fail to somehow make him feel better about something he didn't even feel bad about. She always seemed to do that. His foggy mind pulled him out of the haze as she spoke, immediately racking his mind for if he knew the Scottish word. He didn't, and he distinctly remembered that she had not used it before. He held onto the hope it was not an insult. (I am honestly so thankful when you put what the word means- not me going on Google translate to figure out what the fuck you said xD) At her question, he grumbled under his breath, knowing from the slight warning in her tone that she wanted a direct answer. Not moving, he opened his eyes slightly and glanced around momentarily. "If I die, it'll most likely be in my sleep." He offered helpfully. "I'm damn tired. And I feel like I've been both bathed in molten lava and run over by a volcano and possibly digested by a t-rex and gutted by raptors and got poisoned. But other than that, I'm doing just peachy." He flashed a faint smile, forcing his mind to wake up as he began thinking about what they had to do next. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Well apparently not you, Mister Innocent, since I'm pretty sure you'd walk into a strip club by accident and run out covering your eyes and wailing about having seen some bitch's tits," Glory retorted. Which, thinking about it, she could see that happening. Leo DEFINITELY wouldn't stick around an extra second, that's for sure. And, y'know what, was infinitely better than him going voluntarily, so she really couldn't give him TOO much shit about it. Glory chuckled and shook her head, grinning, at Leo's next words. "Not at all, he really only makes stuff for me, and I can only keep him so busy. Besides, he'd love to; he likes you," She said. If Ronan wasn't making weaponry, he got bored and started making little mechanical animals, which were basically a blacksmith's origami, and Glory was admittedly a little afraid that with his ability to bring them to life, he'd start talking to them or something. Being a hermit like that wasn't good for a person's mental health, however nice it sounded. "Something like that, sure," Glory confirmed. Not that she was wrong, there was a reason some people got that classic over-the-eye scar tattooed on their faces. Not a whole lot, but Glory'd seen it. It was strange. But people got some strange shit tattooed. She'd seen one guy with DONT HIRE on his knuckles, and some girl with Jeffery Dahmer in a horror-type font on her neck. Just weird. Glory never understood meaningless tattoos, if she were to get something permanently inked on her body, it'd definitely be a little duck and trampoline on the palm of her hand so she could make said duck bounce on its trampoline. Maybe she'd do that sometime. Glory smiled faintly at his response. "Sounds lovely. So, do you want to take a nap or no?" She asked. Honestly, she was fine with just staying here, but she should probably get up and go plant hunting. And possibly bee hunting if need be. |
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(I do actually have a duck with a trampoline on my hand😭) Keres wonder Keres stared at glory and Leo as they went back and forth between whatever. She just looked utterly confused as how the topic changed from flipping people off to weaponry to strip clubs to tattoos. "I think you two have set a record for the amount of times you can change the subject in a hour". She sat up and rested her back against the couch as Leo spoke "Vesperum Capitaine, evening captain" she replied then With a thump she half layed half fell back down. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "You got one thing wrong with that accusation." He sent a glare her way. "I would NEVER walk into a strip club by accident. Especially now. Plus, I wouldn't wail! I'd most likely be silently traumatized. And you should be HAPPY about that, considering you're MY girlfriend and the only person I ever want to see is you. Do NOT take that how I know you're going to take it, I don't need to have another mental meltdown like with the socks." He huffed, wrinkling his nose slightly with an added snort for dramatic effect. "Hm." The idea was extremely appealing. He would DIE for one of Ronan's weapons- just one. Then again, it would be rather anticlimactic, as he wouldn't be able to use it. Plus he'd leave Glory, so he guessed it wasn't worth it. In any case, the guy was a craftsman, and he would love to have some weapons. "I'm flattered. I'll have to thunk about the offer. Maybe when we're back at Libodon." He sighed slightly, being reminded- again- of the precarious situation they were in. They miiiight not MAKE it back, but that was beside the point. He would do everything in his power to get Glory back to Libodon. Even if it meant teleporting her. Which would probably kill him. But that didn't matter. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He wasn't going to fret about the scar.. it'd be fine, eventually. He'd focus on not dying so that he kept the scar instead of letting it decompose. He was just flipping glad that it didn't gouge his eye out. That would've SUCKED more than getting stabbed. He loved his eyes, and he did not want one to disappear. He had gotten meaningless ink on him, when he was in his teens. Young and stupid. He had the tattoo of a black and white roaring bear with the detailed sword in front of it on his chest, and it at least held sentimental value. It represented how, even when everyone tried to hurt him and take him down, he was still standing, still fighting back, still staying alive. He would never stop fighting and conquering, and that's what the bear and the sword represented. He snorted quietly at her words. "Very lovely." He replied quietly, exhaling. "You need to go do my bidding and find some aloe Vera, and I really should wake up." He mumbled lowly, pushing himself upright, slowly, with a pained growl. Nothing felt good, everything felt bad, and his mind was still fuzzy. He glanced at Keres as she spoke, smiling faintly. "We have the record for a lot of things." He answered lowly. |
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(lmfao ghost, it's arguably THE BEST tattoo xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Especially NOW?" Glory repeated. "Is that because you've done it before or because you have me?" The latter was a better answer... but the former was far more entertaining. "Fiiiiine, I won't. But only because I like the sound of my girlfriend," She said, smiling a happy, kind of dopey little grin. She very easily could've done exactly what he said not to, but where was the fun in that? Sneak attacks were the best ones when the goal was to hurt someone's brain. Which it wouldn't be fair to do after so cruelly using the handjob thing - twice - and then the strip club. "What is there to think about?" Glory asked with a snort. "I know he'd enjoy making stuff for you; it'll probably be a nice break from, how's he put it, my wee little lady hands." Getting to make something for Leo would be good for Ronan, given Leo was almost as big as the giant. He'd been wanting to make something big and destructive, which meant he really couldn't for Glory, and he had no use for such a thing, but for Leo... he'd be at his forge before Leo could even finish his sentence. Ronan really loved making large, two-handed swords with unique blades. Glory had a bastard sword with two blades that forked from the hilt almost like a snake's tongue. The inside edges of both blades were sharpened too, making it great for stabbing. "Sending your woman outside to do some gardening, huh?" Glory teased. "Alright. If I happen to find some bees, can I very diplomatically fight them?" Or possibly just try to steal their honey very nicely? She'd done it as a kid and learned how to do it without getting stung. She grinned a little as Leo spoke, and muttered to him with a snicker, "I think I hold the record for least horny boyfriend." She got up and continued on as though she'd said nothing, pushing herself to her feet slowly. "I never was much of a gardner- what am I looking for again? The 'leaves of three' shit?" Glory asked. She knew damn well what aloe vera looked like, and how to cut it, and all that fun stuff, she was just messing with him while she waited for her body to agree with the idea of walking. |
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(I have so much fun with it lmao) Keres wonder She half laughed as they continued to speak even though the laugh hurt for whatever reason. Getting up she followed glory out of the door trying not to laugh as she stated to mess with Leo.Keres played along " aloe has leaves? " she asked with a blank look on her face. Although her face normally had a blank look. She walked into the woods and found a aloe plant almost right away "in all seriousness I found it" she called to glory. She pulled her knife out of her pocket and carefully cut a good sized piece off from the rest of the plant. Her sister taught her a lot about plants and poisons probably thinking Keres would join her, yet it didn't work out that way. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo gave her a look. "The latter, Glory. The latter." He said with a disapproving snort. He 100 percent was disappointed that she would even suggest the first option. "I'm not above bribing. I will refer to you as my girlfriend more if you only make jokes like that about other people, capiche?" He offered the deal like it was a high profile multi million dollar deal. He smiled slightly at her wide grin, feeling a tingle of happiness cloud his chest. Nothing made him happier than her being happy. His smile widened into a grin at her words, his eyes twinkling mischeviously at the words 'wee little lady hands'. "I guess I will please him by letting him craft something for my more normal hands." He teased. "It must pain him to make such Itty bitty delicate weapons for your, ah, as YOU put it, wee little lady hands." He chuckled, looking thoroughly amused. In his opinion, his hands weren't HUGE, but then again... he didn't spend much time staring at other people's hands. The fact that he could snap someone's neck with one hand helped getting him to see that his hands WERE rather large. He also appreciated that he could strangle someone with one hand quite effectively. "Treating my burns was your idea, woman." He rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly. At her next words, he arched an eyebrow. "You do you. Just don't get seriously injured, hm? I don't want to have to go out myself to find something to sooth bee stings." He huffed quietly. It's not like he could stop her. If he said no, she would probably still do it anyway, so... kind of a lost cause. Leo let out a hearty snort at her muttered words. "You should be thankful. I think. You can decipher your own words cause I can't." He huffed, letting his head flop back against the couch with a grumble of pain. He rolled his eyes at her words. "NO. Don't touch that. It would classify as poison ivy." He snorted, knowing she TOTALLY knew that, but he didn't care. "It's a type of cactus. Go have fun." He said drily. He probably was even more well rounded in plants than she was- he specialized in making homemade poisons specifically from plants. He knew she knew that, of course- she wasn't STUPID. He humored her because he didn't want her to leave, really. He didn't want to let her out of his sights for a single second. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Just making sure," Glory said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "I never pass up a good story like that." A sort of newspaper headline popped into her head, and she had to suppress a snicker at the thought of it. "Male Equivalent of the Virgin Mary Accidentally Enters House of Sin, Claims to be Permanently Scarred Beyond Measure". Glory acted as though heavily considering his offer before finally saying, "Fiiiiine. I'll try to keep you out of the firing line." She scowled at him for his next words. Disre-fuckin-spectful. "Just because you've got some enormous fuckin shit hooks doesn't mean my meat spiders are any smaller than average," Glory huffed, holding up her uninjured hand for proof. She had the strong, steady hands of a painter or surgeon, but they weren't exactly dainty or delicate or whatever other adjective Leo could think of. "Was it? Or is that just the common sense thing to do?" Glory asked thoughtfully. Well, since common sense wasn't common - more like rare sense, gold-tier sense - there were definitely a staggering amount of people who'd just carry on their marry half-baked way. She rolled her eyes and said, "Mud. It's not hard to find mud. Works great." It was also good on first-degree burns, but definitely not on third-degree. Best not to fill open wounds with dirt. "I am thankful; just not used to it. You gotta remember I'm more accustomed to asshats like Alex," Glory said with a snort. If it was one extreme or the other, it was pretty damn obvious what Glory's choice would be. "Oh gee thanks, I thought it was lettuce, good to know," She retorted. "The one that looks like a swordfish's nose, I know," She said, "I will. Don't go anywhere." She snorted as Keres played along. All in all, she seemed like a good kid. She was glad to have Keres with her outside, and while looking for the aloe vera, was also secretly listening for bees. Because she was weird like that. "Oooh, perfect," She said, joining Keres at the plant. It was a decently sized one, too. She considered just ripping it out of the ground, then decided Keres had the right idea; best to leave the base so it could grow back. Pulling out one of the daggers she'd stolen from the Corrupted, she started cutting a few more of its... stalks? leaves? whateverthefucks?... until satisfied. "Good enough, eh?" Glory said, straightening slowly and meandering back to the cabin with the blue haired girl. "I'm baaaaack," She called to Leo teasingly, "Didja miss me?" She made her way to the table, and started preparing the aloe. It was a process she knew well; cut the base, drain the yellow sap - which is generally an irritant - , wash the leaf, remove the spines, and use a knife to separate the clear gel from the skin. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "You're insufferable." He had said this many times before, but now he said it with a small, fond smile. He loved her insufferableness, no matter how scarring it was. "Much obliged." He chuckled quietly. "You're such a kind girlfriend." He added with a chuckle, then smirked at her scowl. He glanced at her hands and his smirk widened as he lifted his uninjured hand- apart from a couple scratches- to hers. His fingers had a good two inches on hers, and his palm was much bigger. "Okay, your meat hooks aren't smaller than average." He stated, just to appease her. His hands looked, to be blunt, like the hands of a farmer. They were roughed up and calloused, with more callouses (possibly not a word but pfft) than actual skin. Small cuts from various things covered his skin, and on the back of this hand, he had a mild burn. Thankfully, that was the extent of his wounds on his hand at the moment. "You have beautiful, sturdy hands, don't worry." He grinned, taking his own hand back. "Common sense? What's that? I thought it was rare sense. Or impossible to find sense. Or doesn't exist anymore sense. Or endangered sense." He wrinkled his nose. "Ohhhh yeah, MUD. That makes sense. Of course you'd WANT to slather my third degree burns at mud." He scoffed, looking injured. He knew it could work well for minor burns, but that was beside the point. A scowl flitted across his face at the mention of Alex, and all the other shitweasels that roamed this godforsaken earth. "Be more thankful. I will continue being the least horny boyfriend ever, thank you very much." He sniffed, though that MAY have brought up a couple thoughts in his mind. He did NOT appreciate those thoughts, so he drop kicked them out of his brain. "Oh gee you're welcome, I knew you knew but I answered anyway." He retorted in the same fashion, snorting. "Don't go anywhere? What do you think ima do, jump up and fly luxury to Hawaii just before you get back?" He scoffed, shaking his head as she walked away. Even though they were only away for five minutes, tops, he felt anxiety squeezing his chest the entire time. His worry and slight panic built slowly, like magma rising in a volcano, ready to spew out and become dangerous lava. However, they got back quickly. Thankfully. As soon as he heard Glory's voice, he visibly relaxed, exhaling slowly. "Only a little." He replied, relief showing in his vision, showing that he definitely missed her more than he should've. Honestly, it was terrifying to think that she could step out that door and be gone. He hadn't moved an inch, and only followed her with his gaze as she prepared the aloe Vera. "Thank you." He said lowly, glancing at the couch. It seemed so far up. With a frown, he grabbed the armrest and pulled himself up, gritting his teeth, a low growl of pain escaping as his burns sent agony shooting through his body. Black spots danced in his vision, but he managed to get up onto the couch. "Ow." He breathed a huff after he was up, not leaning back, as he didn't want to rub his burns on anything. |
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