(If you kill Glory Leo would literally die of sorrow xD.

You'll have to wait and see! It could be anything over the shades of graey rainbow xD

I'm too tired for thinking either lol, and my 'vacation' (I swear it's more stressful than normal life) has, like, a week and a half left! I'm already exhausted! -le sob- I think I'll survive, but damn)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"I knew that. If I ever saw you wearing flip flops- the imposter, of course- there'd be some foot torture involved in the murder." Leo snorted. Even he hated flip flops- why didn't you just go barefoot!? There's no use for a scrap of fabric that helps you feel every rock because it is only a centimeter thick with a hard stick like thing that goes in between your precious toes and rubs sores on them. Especially when it falls off every time to take a STEP. They were the least practical shoe. Even heels were better- for women, you wouldn't catch Leo in heels, dead or alive- because at least you could hide deadly weapons in them.

"Maybe you should only give credit when it is ACTUALLY deserved then. Unless I'm bribing you or actually doing something worth thanks, just... don't." He suggested with a grin. "I know that's a hard concept, but I think you'll get the hang of it."

He chuckled quietly at her next words, giving her a slight huff of protest. "I just did like five minutes ago, how much is enough?" He complained, though there was a smile on his face and his complaining was much more half-hearted than normal. "You're needy, that's what you are." He sighed dramatically, tilting his head down and kissing her on the temple, which was really the only skin he could reach. He wasn't the most flexible person with third degree burns. Plus, he didn't stretch like a rubber band, so it would be hard for anyone. In his defense.

"I will... hopefully..." He mused, hoping it was still her turn to be cunning cause his mind really wasn't in it at the moment.

"That may be it, but I'm not convinced that it's not the fact you just have unique eyes, ears, and brain." He teased, smirking. That didn't mean everyone else WASN'T blind, deaf, and retarded, however. In any case, he couldn't care less. Her opinion was the only one that mattered in this world. If he cared about other's opinions, he'd have killed himself already. His father alone was enough to do that.

"REALLY. I still don't believe you." He tried to bit back a grin and failed. She was always joking, or at least yelling curses, whether she was happy or irritated or on the battlefield or in her room or at Libodon or elsewhere.

"Me poor thing." He agreed sadly. That's when he decided he'd make a damn good actor because DAMN. It was HARD not to smile at that. How were they both so hilarious. This was like the best comedy action romance movie ever.

"Okay okay, I see your point. Therapist = useless. Glory = Still Mentally Broken." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"It's not that I don't like people taller than me, it's that I get SURPRISED when I see them." He protested. "In all my however many years, I've only seen 3 people taller than me, excluding Ronan. Some random guy on the street, my father, and Brennan. So, of course, you didn't warn me AT ALL and Ronan startled me! He's a literal giant!" He worked his case with a pitiful look. It was totally her fault. She should've at least given him a hint to the upcoming elephant.

(I knowww x3 poor guy

;-; first, thank you for using the proper graey spelling, second, since when were rainbows graey?

oh dear god, that sounds lovely xD I could never >>;)

(Poooor guy lol

You're welcome, and that's the point. Rainbows aren't graey xD. But life is shades of graey.

I could never either, and yet here I am xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"I'm glad you're pleased with my progress." Leo chuckled, looking amused. If anyone even thought about trying to be an imposter of GLORY, they would DESERVE to be smacked upside the head. No one could ever match her perfection.

"That's good enough." He responded with a smile, knowing that if he performed as usual, he could wiggle some praise out of her. Then again, every single thing she said in praise of him was internally the new best thing he had ever heard. He appreciated it more than words could express. Growing up without any praise had taught him to appreciate what he got. Maybe he wasn't completely terrible at everything, but it usually didn't matter.

"Considering you'd most likely be sad if I broke my neck trying to twist my head around to actually kiss you, I've decided the lesser evil and didn't do that." He pointed out drily. "It'll be easier when we're both functioning properly." That was very true. Then they wouldn't feel too tired to move a foot so that they were at Least facing each other. But, in any case, he liked this, too. Although the wound on his chest stung painfully when she leaned against it, he didn't give a shit. He loved the feeling of just being close to somebody. Especially her.

"Reaaaally? What, then, makes you like me?" He asked drily, snorting quietly. That was, honestly, a valid question. He had less than a clue.

"No, it doesn't. It sounds like a YOU problem." He rolled his eyes. "Because you are the dysfunctional one - that I am speaking about right now. Technically, I'm not all roses myself, but that's beside the point." He pointed out with a shake of his head.

"Aw, Leo feel better now that Glory think not loud. Many thanks." He copied her tone perfectly, snickering slightly at the end, grinning. He couldn't help the grinning.

Leo lifted his eyebrows as he insulted his counting. "That's rude, Glory." He gave her a sad look. "Brennan was the Corrupted. We actually got into a long philosophical conversation. I was trying a different tactic. It worked very well, but took WAY too long, and bored me half to death. I got in his head and figured out all his fears, blah blah, then spent a long time torturing him, mostly with hallucinations, though I paired what the hallucinations did to him with real things. If he got clawed in his mind, I'd claw him in real life. That kinda thing. Then, finally, I cooked him alive- that was delightful. He died very slowly. And tada, feast- except I threw most of him to the wolves cause blech." He explained, then paused. "I'm offended that you have so little faith in my counting skills." He added with another puppy like look.

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(We can finish up this convo, then do ya wanna time skip? They can stay In the cabin for a week or so)

(Mm, very philosophical, West. And accurate.

Speaking of things we didn't think possible and yet are doing... click)

(Yes... the first thing I thought up when I saw the word philosophical:

To be is to do.

To do is to be.

Do be do be do.

XD

Oooo I hope you make good progress with Jazz! Seems like you've already done a lot. He reminds me of my old boy, Feather (23). Although Feather is completely broke (He wasn't EXACTLY when I got him- he was saddle broke, but he bucked and didn't even know canter leads) and I've had him for years, he still acts like everything might kill him. He is the picture perfect trail horse, but if you go in an arena and a plastic bag flows by? Damn, you'd better hold on tight xD. He is so spooky. The polar opposite of my 2 year old. Got hom at 6 months. Only halter broke. And at the moment, he is the safest horse I've ever met, and I'm ground driving him xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Oh, always. I will do my best, for you." Leo replied with a smile, looking forward to beating the shit out of anyone who dares step out of line. Not that anyone WOULD, sadly. It was quite a good anger release. Nothing calmed him down more than a good Corrupted whalloping, that was just common sense. Well, endangered sense, but that was beside the point.

He chuckled quietly at her words, looking particularily amused about her second sentence. Of course she'd move if he wanted her to, now, but he could ask her to do something ANY other time and she'd interrogate him about why and what and when and who and how. "Don't worry, I don't want you to move. I get a better view of each and every hair follicle on your head here." Joking amusement lined his tone. Honestly, he could probably count the number in one square inch of her hair if he wanted. It wouldn't be hard. He had enough time, honestly, considering he couldn't move either.

"Wow, thank you for your enlightening answer." He scoffed sarcastically, quieting as she continued and at least attempted to give answers that may have been somewhat true. "That's a lot of maybes, but I can accept those. You don't ever have to worry about those first four things- you're my kind of crazy." He stated with a bright smile. The last three things he knew he was rather unique in. He wouldn't have guessed himself to be the possessive type- before he met her. Of course, when he created Axl, the robo dog had always shown signs, but he had played them off as their own personality. Then Mori and Jaws showed the same traits, but amplified. Especially little Mori. He swore the raptor had a conniption fit every time another animal came within 10 feet of him. So, really, he had seen a lot more lately that he was murderously possessive, and honestly, he didn't care. As long as they reigned in hell together, he didn't care what happened. As for the smile, he'd always had his signature lopsided grin. And lastly, the way he looked at her- he assumed from what he felt that it was like she was his whole world and there was nothing else that mattered. Everything felt dim and unimportant compared to her shining brilliance, however cheesy that sounded. She WAS his world, so everything obviously would revolve around her.

"Yeah, that's it. That's why we work so well together. All of our broken pieces can be added up into one lopsided whole." He grinned, shaking his head. Most couples were stronger as a team, they just barely scraped past as one person, and there was still a missing limb here and a missing finger there.

"Leo happy Glory happy." He snorted quietly, his skin tingling with twin Starbursts of both pleasure and happiness. He would never get sick of her. She was an intoxicating drug, and he was addicted. There was no cure, but he didn't want one even if there was.

"He was a corrupted! And to be fair, I WATCHED HIM almost kill someone- I stepped in just in time- but it was a CHILD. The poor thing had wandered off and Brennan had snatched her up. After kindly stopping his delightful escapade, I sat him down for a beer and fileted him in the back of the bar." Leo scoffed. "The guy was a 6'9 monster for Pete crying out loud." Definitely deserved to die.

***ONE WEEK, 3 HOURS, 5 MINUTES, AND 59 SECONDS LATER***

Leo was feeling MUCH better. At the moment, he was sitting near the stream outside and pondering their next move. His dagger wounds had healed enough not to bleed whenever he moved, he had gained enough strength and energy to actually move, and his burns were sloooowwwwllllllyyyyy on their way to healing. They would take months, but that wasn't the point. His arms were propped on his knees and he was staring at the water with a slightly narrowed gaze. One would think he was either glaring at the water or forcing it to tell him all its secrets, unless they knew him well enough to see the slight glaze over his eyes, indicating that he wasn't seeing much of anything. He had successfully zoned out and was thinking- deeply- about the next course of action. He had all but decided they should fly back to Libodon, talk to Simara, then launch an attack on the Corrupted base... but the first logical thing to do was go back to Libodon. It would most likely be a very painful journey, but if they could make it, then they should go. In his opinion, they had already waited too long. They had been gone for a little over a month (let's say they spent three weeks in captivity), so he was itching to get back.

(lmao now I'm scatting in my head, thanks xD

Feather sounds better than Jazz, he used to go full rodeo bronc at ANYTHING on his back T-T He's been sat one once, after a long ride ponied with his late bestie, Riley, and was too tired to fight it xD And when he was purchased, they claimed to have him halter, harness, and saddle broke. He was ONLY halter broke. Like ma'am what? To be fair his previous owner was a druggie and he was sort of a rescue🙃)

(You're so very welcome xD

Feather probably was better than Jazz lol. Definitely not an EASY first horse, but not the worst.

I hope you make great progress with him- I'm totally following your page xD. I love real horse stories <3)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Only for you." Leo confirmed with a chuckle at her grin. "I don't have enough energy to do my best for everyone. Or even two people. So you're the lucky winner." Granted, his best wasn't half as good as everyone else, but that was beside the point. He still tried just as hard, if not harder.

He didn't look thrilled at the idea of being mercilessly headbutted with her hard skull in the jaw. "I'd prefer it if you refrained from that?" He offered a hopeful smile. "Plus, you like it when I speak. Most of the time. It'd be boring if I was silent." He pointed out solemnly. That was honestly true- without his smart-ass remarks, she'd have no one to banter with, and her life with be Hella boring.

"Well, I'd been hoping you could try a LITTLE for me, and give me, like, a PROBABLY, or even a MOST LIKELY, but I guess not." He sighed sorrowfully. Apparently he wasn't important enough to try a little for. How depressing.

"Jeffrey Dahmer, depends on the mood. DEFINITELY not Ted Bundy, though." Leo gagged. "That's just horrid. However, I am not above dismemberment." He said cheerfully. (I swear, I looked up cause of death for those two, saw that Jeffrey died of murder and thought: oh, that's nice. Makes sense. Then saw that Ted died of the electric chair and just started cackling maniacally. And afterwards I felt sad. He should've been TORTURED xD. Ah, gotta love Grammarly)

"I was being kind, but all of those descriptions work as well. You can add terribly burned, stabbed, broken, and wounded to the mix if you want." He snorted. If you thought Jaws was scary, if you thought It was scary, if you thought Texas Chainsaw Massacre was scary- you GOTTA watch the Gloeo (Leo and Glory, the worst way to combine those to words xD). The Gloeo was about this horrid twisted monster with a dark sense of humor that tortured people for fun. Ah, what a day.

He could practically FEEL how hard it was for her to resist throwing a comment out there- so he had to respond to her unspoken words. Obviously. "You did it too, Schatz. Don't get too cocky on me now." He huffed. He was not about to get mentally insulted while she sat around all high and mighty like.

"EXACTLY. See, you get it." He nodded curtly. The son of a hippo deserved to get tortured and cooked and eaten.

***ONE WEEK, 3 HOURS, 7 MINUTES, AND 34 SECONDS LATER***

Leo glanced up from his musings, his gaze immediately coming into focus, sharpening as he focused it on Glory. He lifted his eyebrows slightly, having to think about what the heck her question meant for a moment before realizing he had been deep in thought. Meaning he was most likely frowning and possibly glaring at the water. "It existed. And it stole a chunk of my skin a week ago." He replied with a huff. "I'm thinking about when we're gonna leave and what we're gonna do when we get back to Libodon." He added, to actually answer her real, unasked question. He rubbed his temple with a sigh. "We'll need to come back and launch an attack, make sure there are no other hostages, get your weapons back, take a couple hostages of our own, perform interrogations..." as he rattled off stuff, he frowned slightly, realizing just how much there was to do.

(Jazz also has bad separation anxiety, it was horrible when Riley died since they'd been together even before we got them at 2 >.<

aww thank you<3 I'm honestly hoping to ride him in our 2026 4th of July parade xD)

(Just want to let you know, my laptop's having issues [again] and I may be getting a new one. Or possibly a tablet instead. It's just not a viable option to spent $180 every six months to fix a $200 laptop when I could just get a better one. So. I may not be as chronically online but will do my best to respond at least once a day :3 Oh and just want to show you this outrageous thing T-T)

(Yeah, that's hard.

That's a good goal- ever ridden in an parade before?)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"You ARE special." Leo agreed with enough power behind his words to somehow make them even feel true. She WAS special. Very special. To him. She may not understand that because she cared annoyingly little about herself, but that didn't make it not true.

"Adorable doesn't seem like the right word." He grumbled lightly. "More like devastatingly handsome, or alarmingly charming, or dangerously stunningly hot." He offered alternatives with a grin. Honestly, any words from her were good enough for him, so he didn't give a shit if she said he was an adorable little fluffy pink teddy bear- that still counted. "Thank you. Entertaining is one of my specialties." He smirked, looking pleased. In a bad way or a good way, he wouldn't fail to be entertaining.

He opened his mouth to reply before shutting it again. She had a damn good point. He couldn't argue with that. "Okay. I accept your apology. And that you tried." He snorted quietly. He would much rather get a bunch of maybes than be lied to, so he was honestly thankful. He trusted that she would never lie to him. That was unquestionable.

"Oh- fiddlesticks. Nevermind. I take it back. He's still better than Bundy, but eugh." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. He hadn't remembered that specific thing. He had just remembered the 17 dismemberments. The other one, however, deserved to die in terrible ways. Leo distinctly remembered more than 30 murders and rapes with them all being women and young girls. That was just awful. (Yeah- I hope it hurt xD)

"That too." He agreed with a wince, mind throbbing in protest as he remembered the distinct pain from being smacked multiple times. (I know, that's why I picked what I did xD. And yes)

"You thought it. Very loudly. Remember, I can hear your thoughts. Even if I don't want to." He huffed in offense. 100 percent still not fair for poor him. He was obviously the victim of a terrible crime here.

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"I know. I didn't think I could ever be grossed out by something, but golly, life proved me wrong." He shuddered slightly. Having been almost blown up, collapsing into a river, and being in immense pain, first seeing the water turn red, then seeing a chunk of your skin float past... it was enough to make anyone dry heave. Which he had done. He was guilty of that.

Leo nodded a little, then listened to her next words. "I don't think there were any other hostages, but I'm not quite sure." He mused. "But you're correct, anyway. The rest can, and probably should, wait." Especially since it'd give them time to return to full strength. On that note, broken bones wouldn't heal for months, and his burns wouldn't either, so they couldn't count on much. In any case, it could all wait, and honestly, Leo was exhausted still. He had not recovered yet, and even just sitting here was both painful and tiring. And also terrifying. Every second he spent away from Glory was plagued with memories and worries, and every second he spent asleep was even worse. Which meant he had barely slept the entire week, which meant he was very sleep deprived and not healing as well as he should.

(Oki- that's probably smart xD

Holy SHITTING HIPPOS that's a lot of fucking money 0-0)