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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Yeah yeah hush it," Glory grumbled. "Ohh wow, good for you. And I'm the proud owner of a heat-seeking missile," She said sarcastically before adding, "Oh wait, I actually am." She whistled once, and Lucy immediately jumped up from wherever she was and leaped over the back of the couch, tail wagging and tongue flapping like a soggy gray and pink flag. She started doing happy doggy stomps and tippy-taps, her whole body wagging with her tail as she violently attacked Leo's face with said wet flag tongue, and Glory snickered. What a good missile. "Oh am I now? I'd hope so, since money's the root of all evil," Glory said with a snort. Anyone who believed that was probably just poor, some people were just born evil. She'd seen some fucked up kids with perfectly normal, nice parents. Some of them were just defective right from the factory. "Guilty," She said, grinning. "I did, though what I got from it was that I'd have an extra advantage." She wrinkled her nose at his suggestions. "I'm good at Clue, and chess is overrated." Clue was fairly simple once you got the hang of it, and chess had too many unrealistic rules. Why the fuck couldn't a knight move in a straight line? It just made no sense. "Mm, true. You might look like one of those dipshits who gets fake scars tattooed because they're too afraid to get hurt," She said, her dislike of those sorts evident. It was just fuckin retarded, why don't you just do something stupid and get a story out of it? It was kind of like rookie firefighters fake-baking their helmets to look cool.(It's a real thing lol) "You kind of were though," Glory snorted. "Well if you were ROUNDING don't say an ENTIRE FOOT," She grumbled. It just made sense. If you were rounding, you say ALMOST a foot, or ABOUT a foot. Not an ENTIRE foot. - "Death is... well, it's just very... I dunno, peaceful. Like nothing's wrong, nothing's ever been wrong, and nothing ever will be wrong. It's not cold and lonely... it is dark but in a nice way. It just sort of feels like... like coming home after a long time away. It feels.. right, I guess," Glory said slowly. Something she'd never told anyone before was that she'd died before. 92 seconds with no pulse, declared dead then resuscitated. It was after that that she submitted a DNR- Glory found that living after that was terribly harsh and dull and painful, and she missed that peace and comfort of nonexistence. She guessed that 92 seconds wasn't long enough to find out what came after the initial darkness, but that was also the point of no return. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," She agreed quietly. "Every once in a while. Usually it's not by doing something smart, but by avoiding something dumb. Like running with scissors," Glory mused. "There's a difference between using your brain and thinking," She countered. The brain kept the heart beating, it made you keep breathing. Thinking often led you down dark, gloomy rabbit holes of depression. - (Oooh, was that rp with NightClan? It still existed a month ago, but I think it got deleted since then ;_; Yessss I love that :D Definitely long term stuff, they've still got too much to do while alive, but me likey :3) |
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(No, it was the rp with Widow Valley Farms. And it hasn't been that long since I posted there -le sob- I honestly have no idea how we're both still hanging on. That was literally my first rp I ever did (first good one) and I was so inexp and it was embarrassing xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Don't be sarcastic! I'm not kidding! His name is Jackass and he is an AMAZING ass. He is 21 years old, we are frienemies, and he lived at Rod and Timbre's house." Leo retorted defensively, a fake terrified look crossing his face as she called the heat seeing mistle. "No no no n-" his protests were swallowed as he half gently pushed her away and half choked on dog slobber. "EW, LUCY. EW." He complained, effectively keeping her face away from his while calming her SLIGHTLY by scratching behind her ears. "And you're the root of all pain, for most people, and the root of all happiness for me, so I'd categorize that under the root of all perfection." He joked with a chuckle. Money wasn't the evil- the humans were. "An extra advantage." He mocked. "Like you need that." He replied with a scoff, looking offended at her words. "Chess is not overrated! Chess is a thinking game. It's a memory game. It's a good game." He huffed. "That would be terrible." He agreed. He enjoyed the distaste in her tone- whatever idiot got scars TATTOOED on them to look cooler was worse than a donkey. "I much like my stories and scars, and I would prefer if one of the stories wasn't that my girlfriend took a dagger to my face to make it symmetrical." He stated drily. He had a lot of stupid stories for his scars, but that would be just sad. (I believe you. That is stupid) "Since I was ROUNDING that's WHY I said an ENTIRE FOOT. If I was rounding the number 899, I would NOT say it is CLOSE to 900. I'd ROUND IT UP to 900 and CALL IT 900." He grumbled right back, matching her tone. - Leo stared at her for a couple very long moments, his mind turning over her words slowly, then turning them back over. "You've been dead." It sounded so wrong yet it was blunt and plain. "You're talking like you've experienced it. You have. You've been dead before. When? This must've been before the DNR order- that's WHY you filed the DNR order. It felt nice, didn't it..." His voice was low, quiet, working his jaw back and forth for a moment. "Try not to ever leave me. Please." He finally whispered, moving his head slightly closer to hers and closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Please. Try." Being separated from her for that week, seeing her hurt, he couldn't. Every thought sent another stab of panic through his heart. Another thought crashed into his mind and he felt his throat squeeze slightly, his breathing becoming slightly shallower. He was not going to freak out now. She was right here, alive... for the moment. He kissed her temple gently, as if being pressed up against her wasn't enough. "Avoiding something dumb is still smart." He shrugged slightly. "No great General won a war without thinking." He replied quietly. |
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Edited at December 18, 2024 05:03 PM by KPH Equestrian
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(Ahhh okay xP How sad lol even reading some of your rps from a year ago, it's funny how much your writing style has changed xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "If he lived with Rod I'd say he's a sorry ass," Glory said, trying to avoid laughing as much as possible. She failed completely as the heat-seeking missile attacked and poor Leo tried to defend himself. She erupted in a fit of childish giggles as Lucy continued, only encouraged by Glory. Then the dog turned her attention to Glory, much to her horror. "No nonono NOT ME, DOG! NOT ME!" She squeaked. Lucy only redoubled her efforts, and Glory eventually just gave up, deciding that it wasn't worth the fight. Lucy lost interest after a moment too, curling up on the couch with a sad exhale, probably because Glory was currently occupying Lucy's spot, aka Leo's lap. Too bad, so sad. "Root of all perfection," She repeated, shaking her head. "Maybe not perfection, how about 'root of all competence'?" Yeah, not perfect, but competent. That sounded about right. "No, but it makes it more fun," Glory said, then added, "for me." Losing Monopoly - and losing by a lot - was a terribly humiliating and humbling experience. Good thing that'd never happened to Glory. She'd lost to Flash a few times, but never badly. "It's fuckin ass!" She protested. "Since when can a horse only move in an L shape, and why the fuck does the king only move one space at a time?" It made NO SENSE. Glory snickered and said, "I'm sure I could think of something far worse, but yeah, that'd be pretty bad." She could think of a LOT of worse things, half of them not so much in Leo's taste. "Well you're NOT rounding 899 to 900, you're calling ELEVEN INCHES an ENTIRE foot. If I went to Subway and ordered a FOOTLONG and got ELEVEN INCHES of a fucking sandwich, someone's getting their ass whooped!" She argued. If she was given an 11-inch sandwich instead of a full foot... someone's 'boutta die. - "I have," Glory confirmed quietly. "I was... oh, I think 19 or 20. I was sparring with someone and just got unlucky I guess- took a whack to the chest at the exact wrong millisecond, and lo and behold, I learned what commotio cordis was," She explained with a sigh, "A few months later came the DNR." It was just something stupid she did and never thought about again. Until fairly recently. Now that she had Leo, she didn't want to die. However nice it'd been, it wasn't worth leaving him to either suffer alone or kill himself. Not worth it at all. "I don't ever want to," Glory whispered back. He was worth being alive for, even if he was really the only reason. She let out a slow breath when he kissed her, closing her eyes a moment. "Even if it's just by dumb luck?" Glory asked. She was pretty sure someone somewhere had won a war without much thinking and just got lucky. Like maybe most of the enemy troops froze to death in winter while on their way to invade another country. |
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(Yes, very sad. My brain has evolved into something much better at writing and much worse at innocence xD. I'm still rather naive - ima homeschooled Christian, oki? - but I was SOOO naive a year ago xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I do feel bad for him in that aspect." Leo fell silent for a moment. "I need to visit him." His beautifully roundabout way of saying that he needed to visit Timbre, and that Jackass would be a delightful side dish. He wiped dog spit off of his face and grinned evilly as Lucy went after Glory next. She totally deserved it. "Yes, attack." He prompted the dog with a smirk of pleasure, Glory's childish giggles and squeaks only made the warm fluffy feeling in his heart grow, and however teddy bear like it was, he wanted to keep that feeling. Her happiness was his goal and his happiness stemmed from her happiness. He chuckled as the dog flopped down on the couch with a sorrowful huff. "Poor baby." He mused. He would never tell Lucy, but he preferred Glory. "Eh, I said root of all perfection. No taking it back." He shrugged. "I like perfection better, anyway." He added with a sweet smile. So sweet it was a crime. "For you." He repeated with an eye roll. "It would just be humiliating for me." He pointed out with a dramatic huff. "Tis not! Chess isn't supposed to replicate LIFE. It's a GAME. Since when do people have BUTLER'S? Since when does a property only cost 500 DOLLARS!?" Leo exclaimed, snorting heartily. Her argument made LESS SENSE. "I'm sure you could, but 'far worse' could mean many different things." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "FINE." He finally gave up with a groan. Mostly because she had a point. "If I went to Subway and ordered a footlong and they gave me eleven inches of a sandwich, someone would die." He sighed, giving up on the whole argument. - "Was it with a Corrupted?" He asked quietly, his voice suggesting that he may be on a new quest to personally and brutally murder every Corrupted that had ever walked the face of the earth until he wiped out every one of them. "I love you." He finally huffed fiercely, tone still hinting more that he was thinking about gutting Corrupted and not cuddling happily. He kept himself firmly pressed against her side, adamant about not letting her out of his sight for a split second. "I said great general. No great general has won anything from dumb luck.." He smiled faintly, watching a fish flit through the water in an unsuspecting way. |
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(loll real xD Reminds me of people writing drinking scenes without ever having had alcohol, I remember one that was like "After two tall glasses of whiskey, he was starting to feel a bit tipsy." Like ma'am I think you've just about sent him to the hospital 💀) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "You need to visit your frenemy donkey whom you haven't seen in so long he probably doesn't remember you?" Glory asked, though she knew it wasn't all about the donkey. He was just an added bonus. If the donkey did tricks, then that'd be even better. Hell, Glory'd probably pay to see a donkey do a backflip. "I hope you're not talking about that traitorous goober," She grumbled, wiping dog slobber off her face with her good hand and grimacing. Gross. It was like a bigass slug slugged its way over her face. A very large, very moist slug. With dog breath. "Ohhh, no takesbacksies, huh?" Glory asked. "Then I accept the title," She said, then added, "So long as it's paired with and chaos." Root of all Perfection and Chaos - it didn't make the most sense, but that made it, well, more chaotic, and it was fitting. "Which would be hilarious for me," She said, grinning mischievously. "Oh come on, chess sucks! My mother had a butler, and when her property was first purchased it was 300 bucks," Glory countered. She didn't remember the butler's name, but she'd been quite the terror for him. And the land Glory was supposed to inherit had been in the family for pretty much forever. Pity. Her father claimed to have sold it, but Glory still held out hope that he hadn't, that he'd been bluffing, that it was - if he'd died - hers. "That it could," She agreed, "and I don't think you want to find out." The depths of Glory's mind were like Pandora's box- best left alone, and whatever you do, DO NOT open it. "See? That extra inch is important," She said, grinning smugly. Oh the joys of being right. - "Wh- no. Not a Corrupted, just another student. Flash was gonna fight the winner, and he ended up having to go get the paramedics instead," Glory said, wrinkling her nose a little. There was unfortunately nobody to be killed; it was just an accident. A very rare one, to be sure, but an accident. No harm, no foul. Well, very little harm in the end. That poor kid was fuckin traumatized, but the last Glory'd heard from him he was doing okay. "I love you too," She replied. "You just have smart luck," Glory said. She whistled for the missile, having noticed that the creature wasn't next to her. Lucy came all but flying out of the underbrush from the opposite side of the river, making one huge leap and almost clearing it. She didn't quite though, and landed just a few feet away with the splash of s depth charge. Lucy paid no mind to her own sogginess... until she was right next to Leo and decided to shake herself out. Lucy was glad to see her spot was available, and laid down with her head on Leo's thigh. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo gave her a look. "He remembers me." He huffed. "Maybe. But that wouldn't be the WHOLE point." He paused, sighing slightly. "I need to see Timbre. Need to see how she's doing. If she's okay with Rod. I never liked him, for obvious reasons, but he got much worse after his daughter and wife died." He winced slightly. "I feel bad for not going to see her earlier..." Now that he was thinking about it, he was quite worried about Timbre. "I am." He replied cheerfully. Although Lucy gave them both the same treatment, Glory's side was still worse, as she's the one who got openly betrayed. He just got attacked. "Good. You shall be now dubbed the Root of all Perfection and Chaos." He stated in a Regal tone. "Depart and serve the Leo, Sir Glory." He teased. "No it wouldn't! And chess does not suck! And your mother obviously was luckier than most people." He huffed, wrinkling his nose slightly. The only reason he grew up in an actual house was because his father inherited the farm. And he was supposed to inherit the farm after he murdered his father- oopsies- but he didn't cause he was at Libodon and Rod got it instead. So he would love to go visit the farm again- not because of the memories in the house, but outside. The good ones. Like Whiplash, and Jackass, and the lab that he had loved so much. "I do not want to find out." He agreed. He did not want to dive into her mind at the moment. Then again, all he really knew about her was... not much. He had opened up about his past for whatever weird reason. His biggest regret. His biggest fear. All laid out in front of her. And she was still as much of a mystery as always. He frowned slightly before focusing on the next thing. "So important." He snorted sarcastically. - "What. Student." He half growled, his eyes narrowed slightly. She said it as an accident. He had the slight urge to whack someone over the head. "You know, when you duled ME you didn't have any life threatening injuries. I'm more dangerous than any mere student. This MEANS that they were being incompetent and idiotic and rough and bastardly." He huffed with a bit of infuriated gusto. "Smart luck. Suuuure. That makes much more sense." He stated a bit sarcastically, smiling slightly as he saw Lucy come racing out of the boonies like a little adorable fluffy missile. His smile widened as she failed to make the gap. It then very quickly turned into surprise as she went right next to him and shook as hard as dog-ly possible. He yelped, none of his hands free to ward off the attack, and ended up getting thoroughly wet. "You seal." He huffed, casting a half hearted glare at the dog that IMMEDIATELY melted into a fond look as she laid down and rested her head on his thigh. "Forgiven." He mumbled afterwards, running his fingers gently through the hair on her neck and back. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "He'd probably remember you better if you brought snacks," Glory snickered. In her experience, donkeys were THE MOST food-driven animals to ever roam the earth. "Don't... don't feel too bad; Rod's probably got in her head and made her believe it's better that you haven't visited. I've got family I haven't seen in... shit, at least 15 years. Even my favorite aunt," She said, wrinkling her nose. Her favorite aunt was her mother's only sister - her least favorite was the other one, her father's sister - and Glory only visited her a handful of times when she was younger. A delightful lady, if a little strange, and full of stories about Glory's ma. "Disrespectful," She huffed, scowling at him. "Very good," She said, then gave Leo a puzzled look. "Sir Glory? I'm a guy now?" That made sense. Suuure. A tomboy, sort of, but definitely not befitting the title of Sir. "She may have been, but that doesn't change the fact chess is straight ASS," Glory retorted. She would've been as lucky as her mother, but nooooo, her father just had to drink and gamble it all away. Thanks, pops. "Fair enough. So what do you want to find out, then?" She asked. The biggest reason she hadn't told him so much about herself was that with the way her mind worked, Glory simply didn't feel like it was... well, necessary isn't quite the right word... just that she felt that most of what she could tell him wouldn't benefit either of them too much. So she just didn't. It's not like she was hiding anything, she just tried not to let herself linger in the past. What's done is done. - "Does it matter? He's long gone now, and I'm alive, ain't I?" Glory said. Honestly, she could hardly remember the guy's first name, let alone anything else about him. He was in some of the same classes as her and Flash, that she remembered. "Well, all parties involved were young and stupid, and in his defense, I did body slam him at some point and bruise a few ribs and give him a concussion. Nobody gave a shit about injuries. Both of us were being incompetent and idiotic and rough and bastardly," Glory said with a half-shrug. What's done is done. "It does," She agreed, ignoring the sarcasm in his voice. Lucy gave him a sad-doggo look as he glared at her, a look that quickly turned into a happy-doggo look. The white stripe across her face had turned brown, and Glory guessed she'd been rooting in a rabbit hole and chasing who-knows-what. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs "He would." Leo agreed with a sheepish smile. The only animal still alive that would actually remember him with no prompting was Mori- and maybe Lucy- and poooossibly Jaws. That one depended, though. "See, but that's not what I'm worried about as much. I'm worried that he's not treating her well." His forehead creased slightly as he frowned. "I know she hates me- Rod made that very clear when he told me to stay away. And I know it's 90 percent his fault, considering she was only 3, and probably barely remembers anything except for what he's told her." He sounded like he was possibly plotting another murder, but he wouldn't do that to Timbre. Although he hated Rodney, he still loved that little girl with every ounce of his fiber, and if he thought she was in danger, he needed to go. If she was too unhappy by him being there, then he would leave. Rod wasn't even part of the equation. "It was a joke. Albeit, a bad one, but still." He sighed in fake exasperation. "I'm not going to try to explain it because you'll have a better counterattack and I'll be left floundering in the deep water and you won't save me. You'll shove me further under." He added drily. I mean, look what happened with the chess thing. He drownded (yes I did spell it that way for a reason, yes auto correct is blithering angrily xD). Badly. "Chess is fun to beat people at if they aren't good at it. Or, even if they are. I never feel more pleased than after saying 'checkmate' for the 400th time, on the 400th game that they said they'd assuredly win, and watching their faces crumple with shock and confusion. As if they can't understand how I did that." He rolled his eyes. They COULD have differing opinions. It was just damn hard to get her to see that. He studied her for half a second. "Nothing. We work in different ways, and what works for you, works for you. So keep on doing it." He shrugged a nonchalant reply, his mind immediately settling again. He was very much the type to hang onto things and let them eat away at him for ... ever. That was definitely a bad thing, but he had tried to change it for 20 years now, and he couldn't. All he really needed to do, apparently, is find someone crazier than him so they could say what he did was smart and normal. Hehe. Yeah. It was a one in a million chance to find Glory, and yet he did. - "You ARE alive." He huffed doubtfully, as if he wasn't quite sure anymore. The problem was, she was not cautious enough, and death loomed around every corner for the both of them. Every damn time he thought about THAT his throat closed off again and he was slowly strangled from the inside. Not fun. He never appreciated getting strangled, period, but from the inside? That was just bull. "Uh huh." He snorted quietly at her nonchalant explanation of how she literally DIED. Like it was just a walk in the park. The closest he had gotten to dying was one of his many comas, and he hadn't ever been declared dead. The only reason he was REALLY still alive was because the doctors at Libodon couldn't track down any family members to pull the plug, so they didn't, and he usually miraculously revived. Somehow. Leo smiled slightly at Lucy as her face changed into a happy doggo look, stroking his finger down her nose to clear the dirt so the tiniest bit of white showed through. "I don't know, I think you have a contestant for the most adorable." He peered at Glory with a smirk for a moment before looking back at Lucy. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Of course he would," Glory chuckled. Donkeys were like that. They'd pretend to know you if you had food, too. "Well, she is his own flesh and blood, so while he'll probably be lying his ass off to her, I don't think he'd be... cruel." Unless he also happened to be a grief-stricken alcoholic with anger issues. Then all bets were off. "90 percent his fault's pretty good, I guess. People are gonna hate you. That's just how it goes," She sighed. "Y'know, you're an acquired taste. And if people don't like you, they need to acquire better taste," Glory said, smiling a little. They both were. To be around Glory was basically to be Mithridates VI, the King of Pontus, aka the guy who ingested small amounts of poison to build up immunity. "Uh-huh," She said, "Just try to explain, and I won't give you an absolutely amazingly devastating counterattack. I promise." Glory just really wanted to hear his reasoning for Sir Glory. But to be honest, it was sort of more fitting than something like Madam Glory. Maybe Madman Glory.(Lol drownded, that's what 4yo me used to say xD) "True, but Monopoly's the same way, just with money. Put a hotel on Boardwalk and it's instant annihilation," Glory said, a little smugly. "I could play chess... but only if a bottle of Robitussin was involved," She mused. Playing chess while high on dextromethorphan, one of the active ingredients, sounded like one helluva time. Maybe not a great time, but still. Given that the stuff caused hallucinations, euphoria, loss of motor coordination, and out-of-body sensations, it'd probably be hard to play chess. "Alright then, suit yourself. I'm not against questions though, you know," Glory said. If asked, then she'd give information. It was just that she generally needed a prompt, otherwise it just wasn't worth the time and effort. - "Don't sound so convinced," Glory teased, though really she was liable to get herself injured or killed doing pretty much anything. Much like a horse, you could bubblewrap the whole world and she'd still find a way to get hurt. Intentionally or otherwise. Usually otherwise. "Yeesh, you really sound convinced," She said, "I died. I'm no longer dead. Whoopdidoo, hallelujah." Glory might be pretty casual about it, but she figured that if it had been a traumatic experience and not at all pleasant, then she wouldn't be. Duh. Since it was just like taking a nap but nicer, it wasn't so weird or unsettling or downright terrifying. "Oh I know it, that dog's terrible. I feel so threatened by her presence- like she's gonna steal you away from me," Glory said dramatically. The dog was pretty darn cute though. Bonus points for speed and intelligence. |
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
