 10:38:30 Rapcoon | Jester | the quest automatically completes when the foal is born :) |
10:38:02 Swirly Hey chat, do you have to gene test every foal to see if they're ToTo or will the quest just complete when you breed the foal?
Hopefully that makes sense |
10:35:44 Campbell -HEE Click-
I donÂ’t think IÂ’ve ever bred a cuter pony |
10:25:57 San| Yeah the D med is pretty useful. I just think there must have been some cheaper boys around. |
10:24:44 Eagle| No only 12kcbut I'm just happy I got the 330k med for free that's all I wanted anyways |
10:24:03 San| I don't think the quest gave that much money. I had tons of silver quests this month. Glad I still have one ZZ EEE boy after the other retired after last month. Bred an EEP ChCh this month so he's staying for questing purposes too! |
10:22:15 Eagle| Well I have no studs so I usually spend upwards of 50k on breeding quests so I'm happy puls it made no difference to my bank account 🥰 |
10:21:36 Kelan/Rain| Lol, the tux hides the orange underneath |
10:20:11 Void Malign| tuxedo, but I think she's an orange in disguise |
10:20:03 San| 37k spent on that quest? That's outrageous! It normally costs me 750-1500 ebs with my, ZZ boy. I wish I had the audacity to put my WWE boys up for that much! |
10:18:02 Kelan/Rain| Lol, is she a rare female orange cat? She could share the cell my cat sometimes has |
10:17:24 Void Malign| well, she only has two braincells at the best of times lol |
10:16:49 Kelan/Rain| Ah, yeah that could be a possibility and just hasn't realized that side doesn't hurt as much now |
10:15:21 Void Malign| My only guess is that she bruised herself when I initially startled her because she ping ponged around |
10:12:40 Eagle Well that was easy and only 37k spent
Breed a ZZ PP foal and I got a dressage med! Yay I actually need those.
-HEE Click- |
10:12:38 Kelan/Rain| Okay, good, I second guessed myself lol. Yeah I'd also aspect more right side than left with that too. |
10:10:56 Kelan/Rain| Pup is a cat right? Or am I miss remembering and she is a dog? |
10:10:42 Void Malign| I'd be more inclined to think eyesight issues if is was her right side since that eye had a severe infection that required 3 rounds of antibiotics to cure |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "That's true," Glory mused, "I might've tried to trip you, and that'd be the end of any further interaction. Unless you chose to retaliate, and then I'd have hella beef with you." Then Glory'd still be single. Which was a concept that'd never bothered her in the slightest before, but now it did. Huh. "Right, when the brain-power bills are too high," She said with a snort. "Because a brand new toilet has yet to be tarnished by SHIT," Glory huffed. "Yeah, sure, a damn CLOCK. When SUNDIALS and such have existed for THOUSANDS of years and work PERFECTLY." A brand-new toilet made perfect sense, dammit. It was white and pristine and IMMACULATE and un-shit upon. "I don't know about that, the long-term effects of prolonged exposure to me haven't been well studied," Glory said. Short-term effects have been though, and side effects include broken limbs, loss of life, chronic deja vu, concussions, sneezing, wheezing, labored breathing, trouble eating, loss of balance, and chronic deja vu. "Well that's your problem, maybe you just need a nap," Glory retorted. "Uh-huh." As Leo started rattling off random-ass words, Glory's scowl deepened. "Adorable? Sure. Soft? Somewhat. I do have bones. Cuddly? Also somewhat. But FLUFFY? Leo, where the ACUAL FUCK did you pull that from?" All the other adjectives were okay enough, but FLUFFY? No. You used that to describe Mephisto, not Glory. It just didn't apply whatsoever. (It's hard to pick a favorite scene because it's all pure gold xD Yeah my mom's cool like that 😎) "Oh good," She said, with equal dryness. - "I know, and it sucks," Glory sighed, then gave him a horrified look. "Yeah, no, giving up drinking is never an option." Never. If she did, Glory might turn to the drugs she kept in that inconspicuous drawer, and that was arguably worse. "I know. It's easy to think about what you could've changed after the fact, but it doesn't help anything. It's why I choose to believe that if time travel were real, you wouldn't be able to change the past; it'd find a way to happen anyway, that anything you think you could've changed would've only brought you to the same outcome, maybe even a worse one. If it didn't happen the way it did, it would've happened sometime else," Glory said. The belief that there were many different routes you could take but that would all lead to the same ending helped her a little. Like one of those choose-your-own-adventure books but no matter what you do you die. Like real life. "Okay, so, you would've died, left Jules at the mercy of Corrupted, Liona would've had to deal with a rather shitty husband, and I'd've done far worse than submit a DNR," She said slowly. Nobody wins. Except the Corrupted, who would've either killed a toddler or made her one of them. "In the grand scheme of things, your choices make no difference whatsoever. Jules would probably be in the same boat as Timbre, but it doesn't matter; we're gonna go extinct, the sun's gonna explode, everyone and everything will die, and the actions of one guy aren't going to change that." Saying it out loud, Glory realized that her way of thinking wasn't a very good one, but it was what she found solace in. The idea that nothing truly mattered. Maybe that was why she drank, why she didn't give a shit about very many people, why she could kill with little remorse. Maybe it'd be better that Leo continued to try to do the right thing instead of be like her. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Ha, you think that'd be the end? We'd most likely both be dead by the end of the interaction! You'd try and trip me, I'd gasp about someone having enough bravery to go anywhere near me, you'd sneer back about how I looked as dangerous as a sea slug, I'd feign offense and contradict you, and so on and so forth." He sniffed. Even not knowing her, he likely wouldn't retaliate physically. Although, he may slip a plant based drink into her drink, and if she figured out who did THAT, he'd be very dead, very fast. "The brain power bills are always very high!" He yelped in offense, then rolled his eyes. "A newborn child has yet to be tarnished by shit too, and you don't call THEM immaculate." He scoffed. Emotionally, Anyway. "SUNDIALS WORK TOO." He protested. "I just said CLOCK because that's the FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND." He coughed at her next words, fixing her with a wry gaze. "I guess we'll have to figure that out, eh? I bet to most people it'd be deadly, but I have some kind of immunity. Maybe our poison counteracts each other so just to each other, we're both as deadly as a blade of grass." He snorted. Yes a blade of grass could cause small cuts, but you weren't going to get killed by one. He stifled a laugh at her scowl. She was definitely more adorable when she scowled like that. 100 percent. "Like most people." He mumbled at the bones comment, then chuckled in amusement at her infuriated huffing. "I pulled it from my mind, darling, and although it may not be true, it was worth the reaction." He grinned like a madman. That was his specialty- annoying the wallabies out of people. - "That's why I said that wasn't an option." He pointed out amicably, smiling slightly. He gave her a side glance. "From how much you hated your therapist, you sure act a lot like one." He teased half heartedly, his voice quiet, a bit forlorn. "You're being unhelpful. Let me wallow in my sorrow and stop saying that what I decided was good enough." He huffed quietly, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes for a moment. It wasn't good enough because Jules died. Nothing would be good enough. "Thanks. You have convincingly said that nothing I do matters." He muttered drily. "You're making it worse." He pointed out as she continued about how everyone and everything everything will die. Not exactly an uplifting thing. He exhaled slowly through his nose again and leaned against her slightly. He didn't care that he felt like a lost puppy. Feeling her near him was enough to ground his mind. "That's okay that you're unhelpful, though. You only have to be here." He mumbled, half joking and half not. He closed his eyes for a couple moments, pushing the issue out of his mind. He could just shove it down again. - |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Yeah, that's true too. Then I'd still end up challenging your sorry ass to a fight, so maybe we'd've met anyway," Glory said. It kind of proved her theory that everything that has happened was going to happen anyway, so why not let it? And why not help people along to their deaths- they're gonna die anyway. Might as well save the world the trouble of dealing with them. Aannnnd why not just blow up the fucking sun right now, too? THAT'S gonna happen eventually, save everyone the trouble of suffering from life. "Well yeah, when the lights are on but nobody's home, you're still gonna get billed for it," Glory snickered. She had at least two arguments for every one of Leo's. "A newborn child tends to be tarnished by blood and vernix caseosa, so I don't see your point," She snorted. There was just another of Glory's arguments. "Well maybe if you don't think of a better argument YOU'RE gonna get clocked," She huffed. Not like she could ever willingly bonk him hard enough to actually do anything, though. Pity. "Yeah... or it's just enough to slow it tremendously so it's just highly corrosive over time and shit hits the fan one day," Glory suggested. She really hoped not, though with Glory that was the most logical thing. Highly corrosive, that was Glory. Also venomous, spiteful, and emotionally unstable. Yay. Perfect girlfriend and parent material, and definitely someone you'd want to spend your life with. "Well I ain't most people," She grumbled back. "Oh was it? It might've been... until you get headbutted. Better watch yourself, short stack," Glory retorted, smirking. Because 6'7 was short. On Glory's alien planet it was. The average male alien was about 7'5, and the average female was 5'4. So Glory was actually tall. Just don't question the two-foot height difference. Most of the things on Glory's alien planet were better if you didn't think about them. - "Thank god. Don't you ever suggest that," Glory said pointedly. "Yeah but I'm equally as shitty at it as he was," She sighed, wrinkling her nose in distaste slightly. This was definitely not Glory's area of expertise. "I'm only ever unhelpful, but wallowing's not useful unless you've got something to numb it." That was equally bad advice, and one should NEVER listen to Glory if one wants to live. If you didn't... then she was ideal for advice. "Hey, I wasn't the one that brought up the grand scheme of things," She countered gently, then sighed. "I know, I'm terrible at moral support." She'd never been good at it, probably because of her bleak outlook on life. Nobody wanted to hear that they were gonna die, everyone was gonna die, nothing really matters, surrender now, resistance is futile, you will be assimilated. "Okay, I can do that," Glory murmured, settling against him. That was the one non-violent thing she was good at, just existing. Usually that was an inconvenience to people though, so it was kind of nice for someone to want her to just exist. It was easier. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Sorry ass?" Leo gave her a pitiful look. "I have an amazing ass, thank you very much." He stated indignantly. No, he did not CARE that sounded... ehhh... unique. He said what he said and he meant what he meant and he had no regrets. "I DO. Someone must hate me." He huffed, rolling his eyes. He didn't see anything, just to add. "I meant MENTALLY and EMOTIONALLY, Glory. They've had no traumatic experiences yet, they've not yet realized nobody loves them, and they haven't come to the assumption that they don't matter yet." He snorted. His explanation is perfect. "Threats don't scare me. As long as you clock me on the right side of my face and not the left. I would prefer the wound not break open again." He grinned. He wasn't too worried about being TOO injured by her. "That too. Hopefully it'll be long enough along the line where it'll not matter." He said cheerfully. "But I don't think it'll happen. And if it does, we'll deal with the shit and figure it out along the way." He pointed out. He would do anything to be near her and survive near her, so he would just have to adapt. "No, it'd still be worth it." He smirked right back. "Don't you be talking about me being short, you DWARF, considering I'm an entire FOOT taller than you." He huffed with offense. - "I would never." He replied solemnly. "No you're not. You're much better than him." Leo stated. He could say that because she WAS helping, even if it was accidental. "So I just need to find some alcohol." He mused lowly. Then he could wallow. "You can be support. Just silent support." He smiled faintly, putting an arm around her and closing his eyes again for a couple moments. He could sit like THIS forever, but all he could really think was how he didn't deserve it. Jules would've done this. She would've found a boyfriend and been cuddling with them on a park bench somewhere. She could've found a job that she enjoyed. Yet, he was sitting here, with someone he loved. He nestled his head slightly into her hair and breathed in slowly, one real, very very clear, thought entering his mind. What's done is done, and he had Glory. She was all that mattered, now. Then another, forbidden thought sidled into his mind. He needed to go try and see Timbre. She was the only living family he had. He needed to try and see her. A small sigh escaped his lips and he opened his eyes again to watch the water. |
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Done :3 and I got my mother to take me to Best Buy to get a MicroSD card, got all my stuff copied onto it, and got to play around with one of Best Buy's display tablets(the one I want) and holy crap is it nice *-* so looks like I'll be getting it for Christmas :D |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory just about choked trying not to laugh and hurt her ribs. "Okay, I get it, you've got a backup career as a stripper going for you," She snickered. However little she realized it, had Glory's life gone a little differently, that could've been her. "The electric company, perhaps?" She offered. "That's what happens when you don't buy it right away." Was it a Monopoly reference? Yes. Was Glory the sort to buy Boardwalk and Park Place as soon as possible and then spend much of the game getting hotels on them so when someone landed on the dreaded dark blue tile the one-night stay in a hotel landed them in the poorhouse? Yes. Glory gave him a quizzical, half-confused look and asked, "I said a toilet hasn't been tarnished by shit, and somehow you turn literal crap into emotional baggage?" It made no sense. How would the toilet have trauma - unless it happened to be at a Taco Bell - or emotional issues? How does one twist it like that? Fuckin wizardry. "Makes sense, plus I can make your face symmetrical again," She offered with a snicker. Great idea. Like breaking one of two priceless china plates and going welp! Guess I gotta break the other, too! "Key word hopefully. But I like your solution," She murmured. It was arguably better than any of Glory's. Hers were all shit. "Oh really?" She asked flatly. "You are NOT an ENTIRE foot taller, you're only ELEVEN INCHES taller than me," Glory retorted, scowling at him for calling her a dwarf. So no, definitely not a full foot taller. He was an inch shy. - "Well yeah, but only because I killed him. I haven't killed myself," Glory said, cutting her own sentence short before she could add yet. "Bingo. Them's the requirements for wallowing. Otherwise you're just being dramatic," She said. Or, in Normal-Speak, dealing with your problems like a semi-responsible adult. "Now that I can do," She said, snuggling into his side happily. This was one of those rare times that Glory was actually happy, perfectly content, and not feeling inconvenienced by being alive, and it was wonderful. It made her almost appreciate having been forced into existence against her will, and everything she'd had to put up with over the years. Just being here with Leo made it all worth it. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Don't die on me." Leo stated drily as she wheezed her way through an almost laughing fit. It quite honestly looked painful. When she finally did speak, he rolled his eyes. "Not what I was thinking of, but good idea." His voice was drowning in sarcasm. "I won't ever need a backup career. All I have to do is survive long enough to be with you." He added with a cheerful note. Which, quite honestly... probably wouldn't be very long. Depressing but true. "Monopoly is an emotional game." He commented absent mindedly. "I only ever played it, like, 3 times, but every time I did, there were yelling matches." Especially when you didn't just do the original version, then it made it more stressful. "Literal crap and emotional baggage are much more alike than you give them credit for." He sniffed haughtily, though he knew there was really no arguing there. What he had said made little to no sense. Like most things. "How kind of you. However, all you'd have to do is lengthen this scar, and maybe deepen it a little." He gestured to the scar already on his right cheek. It was shorter- only 3 inches long- and it was fading over time. It hadn't been a particularly deep scar. It HAD hurt like hell, considering it had been from the belt buckle smacking him in the face. "My solutions are smarter than yours, usually." He snorted quietly. Not necessarily a good thing, considering they still sucked. "ELEVEN INCHES OH MY PAPAYAS THAT IS SO DIFFERENT IT IS TOTALLY WORTH SCOWLING AND HUFFING AND BEING ALL IRRITATED." He gasped dramatically, voice uncharacteristically high pitched. After shaking his head in amusement, he studied her scowl for a moment, smirking a little. Yep, he loved making her scowl. - "I heard that cutoff. Let me put it this way since none of the threats I've made have worked yet. If you kill yourself in any way shape or form it will break my heart, which is already quite fragile mind you, shatter my very soul, and kill me, but only after a couple months of painful suffering. Every day will be hell, every breath with my worthless, every beat of my dying heart will be in vain. So don't you fucking dare die on me." He narrowed his eyes, his voice completely serious. He was not over exaggerating OR joking OR lying. Apparently his own pain was the only way to get through to her. "Dramatic... or, ya know, smart? Not trying to die? I mean, my liver is too far gone, but damn. You're talking about suicide." He snorted, shaking his head slightly and smiling faintly as she snuggled into his side. She was a unique person. He was very glad that he was the one person she acted this way around, because ... he never knew he needed her until he had her. And now he couldn't live without her. He gazed down at her for a couple moments, his mind begrudgingly telling him that he was here for a very small reason that he didn't understand in the slightest. She wanted him here. She was happier with him here. And since he'd do anything to make her happy... he was going to stay here as long as possible. Alive, to be specific. Not mentally disabled. Or more so than usual. She was the one thing his father said he'd never have. *That son of a brisket was wrong.* he thought a bit snugly, his mind slowly wandering to an unbidden memory that was surfacing in his mind. (START OF UNBIDDEN MEMORY) Leo crept through the silent halls of the house, lip curled in disgust at the overwhelming smell of alcohol. Don't get him wrong- he liked alcohol. Just not this damn MUCH. He came to the door and slipped inside, ducking slightly to go through silently and not smack his head on the doorframe. As he expected, his mother was not here. Just his father, sleeping restlessly. That would change soon. He stalked up to the bed and loomed over the man, a low growl erupting as he grabbed their neck and dragged them up. Ralph let out a disgruntled, wheezing yelp as they were dragged out of bed. Leo pulled him out, out the screen door, and slammed him against the tree. "You." He hissed, squeezing tighter. Ralph gasped slightly, flailing pitifully like a fish out of water. "Abaddon." He managed to choke out. This made Leo clench his fist harder, and Ralph's eyes just about popped out of his skull. Leo finally let go, letting them collapse to the ground. "It's Leo, you dirt eating weasel." He snarled. "Oh boo hoo, can't even keep your own name?" His father wheezed, cowering on the ground. Leo's eyes glinted with anger, but he didn't move. "You deserve much worse than I'm going to give you." He hissed lowly. "And what's that, ABADDON? A pedicure? You were always weak." The frail man barked a raspy laugh. Leo stepped towards him and stepped on his hand, slowly putting more weight on it until he heard bones snapping and Ralph's whimpers of pain filled his ears. "Still too prideful to scream, father? Beg for mercy?" He spat, not moving. Ralph glared up at him with pain filled eyes, but didn't respond. "Arrogant son of a platypus." He snorted in disdain, letting off his weight and shoving a dagger through the same hand. Ralph gasped in pain, but to his credit, he didn't make another sound. "I want to hear you say my REAL name. Just once." He murmured lowly, kneeling beside his father and digging his nails into the man's neck. Ralph snarled lowly. "Never, you ungrateful slob. I raised you." He spat. Leo laughed, no humor in his tone. "I would've been better being raised by turtles." He sneered. "Since you don't understand that- you were never the brightest- turtles abandon their eggs right after laying them. Also, just in case you didn't realize, YES, turtles lay eggs." Leo growled lowly. Ralph let out a low snarl that quickly dissolved into a moan as Leo pressed his knee into the broken, stabbed hand. "Say it." Leo snapped. When Ralph stayed silent- coward- he stood abruptly and kicked the man in the ribs hard enough to hear more cracks. A yelp of pain escaped them as they flew backwards and crashed against a tree, falling limp below it. "You're lucky I don't place every damn scar on you that you did on me." He hissed as he stalked up. Ralph was now trying to crawl away. Leo grabbed their hair and smashed their face back against the rough trunk. He simultaneously shoved a dagger in their stomach and slowly dragged upward. A high pitched scream of pure agony filled the air. "Better. Say. It." He snarled into their ear. Ralph took in a shuddering breath, blood leaking out of the corner of his mouth. "F-fine.... Leo..." He hissed resentfully. A second later, Leo slit his throat. Ralph collapsed on the ground as Leo let go, gurgling, but it didn't take more than ten seconds for the body to go limp. Leo dragged it into the woods and put it deep in a hidden cave somewhere, deciding the animals could eat the corpse. At least Ralph would be useful for something. (END UNBIDDEN MEMORY) Leo tightened his jaw slightly, his eyes sharpening as the memory left his mind. He frowned slightly. Although he hated his father, he guessed that it would've gone differently if he was 28 instead of the age he was. He bet that he would've just killed the bastard. Even though they deserved more. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Trying not to," Glory choked out with a wince. "Okay, and what, pray tell, DID you mean when you said you had an amazing ass? Either you're a professional shitter, or are the proud owner of a circus donkey," She said, trying her damned hardest not to laugh. It was fuckin hard, though. "I dunno... merely existing with me doesn't get you any money," Glory said, wrinkling her nose a little. "Ohhhhmygod, you HAVE to play it with me sometime!" Glory chirped excitedly, "I'm a fucking tyrannical land hoarder who's WAY too good." Most of the times she'd coerced Flash into a game of Monopoly, it went on FOREVER, often around 10 hours or more, and Glory won quite a bit. She was too good at it. "Well, maybe if you're constipated..." Glory said slowly. THEN crap and emotional baggage could be similar. Otherwise they were about the same as water to sand. "Oh pfft that's easy," She said, grinning that dangerous, malevolent smile that was a usual indicator of pain soon to come, be it psycological or physical. With Leo it was likely to be the former. Anyone else and all bets were off. "Suuuure. That's only because my solutions are violent and lack any thought for others," Glory snorted. "YES it fucking IS worth scowling and huffing and being irritated since you were WRONG. You were fucking FALSE. You said you were and ENTIRE foot taller, 11 inches isn't an ENTIRE FOOT. I get very irritated when people are wrong," She huffed, still scowling just because she knew Leo liked it when she did. While people being confidentally incorrect was incredibly bothersome, Leo could be all he wanted and Glory wouldn't mind all that much. - Glory fell silent a moment, thinking, before saying quietly, "Yeah... but if you died too then that's an eternity together..." It was a weak, half-baked argument, and didn't justify Glory dying in the slightest. Thus she would try not to for once, just for him. Usually she just sort of... failed to die. And it was annoying. Now she found she didn't want to die so much. It just wasn't so appealing. Which meant, for the first time in her life, being alive was the better option. "Never done anything smart before, so I dunno," Glory said. Not entirely true, but the dumb shit she'd done HEAVILY outweighed the smart shit. Like literally any trip to any bar ever. It rarely ended well for the other patrons. "You thinking again?" She asked gently as she noticed him frown a little and clench his jaw. Thinking was always a dangerous game. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I don't think you are." Leo replied skeptically. "I just meant you were insulting me and you shouldn't have been." He huffed. "And I AM the proud owner of a circus donkey thank you very much. A VERY fine ass indeed. It can do tricks like no other." He definitely dove all into that and owned it even if he shouldn't have. To be fair, he wasn't exactly lying. Back on the farm, many years ago, there had been a donkey that his father owned. It had been unamed, so Leo took the liberty to name it Jackass. Don't question his naming abilities. They had formed a sort of 'bond'. Neither liked each other, but they each begrudgingly DID like each other in a way. It was complicated. In any case, when his father 'died', the donkey technically went to Leo. Leo couldn't take it, but his sister loved it, and she took it. When she 'died', Rod kept Jackass for sentimental value. The donkey was now 21 years old, and Leo hadn't visited it since... well... a while ago. Because of Rod. "Pfft. Look on the bright side. You're better than money." He grinned. No, he couldn't use her to pay for his living, but who caaaared about fooood. Pfft. He lifted his eyebrows slightly at her exclamation. "You just want to smush me into oblivion." He whined, giving her a look. "I've only played it three times! Did you hear that part?" Granted, he had won those three times, but that was beside the point. "I'd prefer to play Chess. Or Clue." He heaved a sigh, knowing at least he had a smidgen of a CHANCE in those games. He'd get destroyed if he went up against her in Monopoly. "See? You're getting the idea." He snorted, looking amused. "Please do remember that if I look like a MIRROR cut down straight in the middle of my face it will not look good!" He glared at her, though a sparkle of amusement showed in his eyes. "I was NOT actually suggesting carving up my already fileted face." He did not want to be a pumpkin. Plus, he didn't want a scar on top of a scar- he, of course, had this, but not on his face. Yet. "Eggs-act-ly." He pointed out with a roll of his eyes. "NO it is NOT worth scowling and huffing and being irritated because I've been wrong about a LOT of things before and you haven't HARPED ON ME THEN. I was ROUNDING UP. I was ESTIMATING. I wasn't giving an EXACT HEIGHT. 11 inches is only an INCH from a foot." He huffed right back, though he was more amused than anything. - "How can you be so sure?" Leo gave her a look. "We dunno where we go after we die. Maybe we just fade into nonexistance." He stated. "I would much rather be alive with you for a short time knowing I can be with you than dead with you for an eternity not knowing if I can be with you." That didn't make any sense, but she probably got the main gist of it. "You've done smart things. Every once in a while. On rare occasions. But it has happened." He countered with a sigh, his argument rather half hearted. "You ask as if it's shocking that I might actually be using my brain." He said glumly, remembering why he wanted to melt into a puddle and never move again. He was rather sure that, not even knowing his father, Glory would've done much worse, so that was a little reassuring. He had some self control. *It's not like you stabbed him in the stomach and tortously dragged it up through his organs or anything!* His brain yelled a second later, and he wilted a little more. - (SO, one of my favorite rp's I did of ALL time was an Angel X Demon rp... what if, and this is a long term plot (THEY CANNOT DIE ANYTIME SOON) one of them dies, gets recruited as a demon (obviously) and then they both are tortured without each other for a while- the demon can see the live person but can't interfere or talk to them and the live person just thinks the demon is dead- then the other dies and gets recruited as a demon and they both go and fuck some shit up together! Eh?) |
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