 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₍ ^. .^₎ "Oh thank god," Glory said. A mild disappointment was the goal- not a moderate to severe disappointment. She snorted at his question and said, "Ye-es. We've been over this. And you said yours was Zephyr." Somehow she remembered a whole whopping lot, and sometimes it was more a curse than a blessing. "Fair point, most people are bound for an old folks' home when they get old, we're going to the nut house," She mused. Sad but true. Besides, it wasn't like the two were all that different. "Damn. I like my thing better," Glory said, wrinkling her nose. "Well why DIDN'T you?" That was usually the first move when incapacitating a guy, and a very hilariously satisfying one. "Very good, then. All is forgiven," Glory said like a priest or something. Thou art now cleansed of thine sins. - "Whatever you say," She said, grinning. He could take this one little victory. "I'm fuckin gonna," Glory said, her grin turning wolfish and malicious. (I read that in Steven He's voice xD) "Aw geez, when have I ever been okay?" She said. "Nah, I think my brains got jumbled." Sure, her head felt kind of like an Etch-a-Sketch being shaken, but that was fiiiine. "Okay okay, I worded it wrong. A PRIVATE beach resort. With no jellyfish. Down in Mexico where the water's clear and calm and perfect. In early spring when it's not so hot and sunny. And that delightful white sand that doesn't taste as good as it looks," Glory said. THAT sounded bearable, at least. No people, no problems. And no jellyfish. And no rip currents. And no sunburns. And no sharp shells. Good enough. Though Glory'd much prefer somewhere wet and foggy and overcast... literally just Scotland. What could she say, it was fucking perfect. "Ohhhmygod that explains a LOT. Basically ruleless, highly competitive wrestling in a bigass mud puddle. It's great," Glory said, a little excitedly. He was DEFINITELY getting stuck participating. "The way it works is that the students fought until we have one winner and that one winner has to fight me in the Pit. Following the Mud Pit is the Great Cleansing, which is admittedly a far more impressive name than it deserves. I just line up the participants and spray 'em down with a garden hose," She continued with a grin. It was delightful. "Pffft yes she can! A little racing fuel and that thing could fly to Uranus," Glory snickered. "Hand," She corrected. No way she could gonna put any weight on her broken hand. She could do a handstand one hand, possibly even handstand push-ups, but she wasn't about to try it. "That'd be logical," She agreed, "though I don't think that with that thing doing 45 the whole time, we'd have to go THAT much slower. Cruising speeds." Given they didn't know how far it was, Lucy may or may not be able to keep up her top speed the whole way. They'd just have to test the dog's endurance. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo shook his head in amusement. He was reminded constantly why he liked her. She was loopy, but in a good way. (I'm sobbing. This far in and my phone is already telling me that I have 4 grammatical errors 0-o) "We may have been over this but I have the memory of a bean. They don't have brains, equaling no memories, hence the comparison." He stated drily. "But yep. Lionell Zephyr Anubis, in my opinion, the weirdest name ever. Though I guess the Lionell part wasn't their fault..." He mused. He had winds and Egyptian gods AKA protector of Graves, what else could he want? Apart from a lion, of course, which he got immediately afterward. 15, he believed. No, maybe 14. "Lucky us." He sighed sorrowfully. "I will be breaking out and setting the place on fire and cackling evilly in the process." He added with a more cheery look. That was enough to cheer anyone up. "Yeah yeah, sorry to get all disappointing." He snorted, then wrinkled his nose slightly. "I was a little focused on other things." Bad excuse, sad truth. Which meant it really wasn't an excuse. - "Nooooooo! Spare me." Leo pleaded, looking about as desperate as he ever got. Not very, but still. He did not want to be reminded of that particular failure day in and day out. (You were supposed to, so thank you xD) "Never, really, but you seem less okay than normal." He replied, a grin finally breaking out. "Acceptable answer." He lifted his eyebrows at her rewording and thought it over for a moment. "Hmmmmm. Okay. That would be better. However, I still don't like the ocean." He shrugged. "I'd prefer to be dumped in the mountains for 3 weeks. Maybe Alaska. I could hunt some bear and moose. Try new meats. Eat salmon for lunch. See orcas off the coast. Hike through snow every day." He sighed blissfully. That sounded a helluva lot better. His interest peaked as she started excitedly explaining it. "OoooOoOOoOoooOoOoo. That sounds right up my alley." He brightened like a lamp. "I've heard that getting mud packed into wounds helps. We should initiate the great Mud Pit Games as soon as we get back." He stated with a grin. "That sounds absolutely wonderful. How the living daylights have I not heard it before?! SOMEONE in that gollydarned school shoulda told me that there was something ENTERTAINING and FUN going on SOMEWHERE within ONE HUNDRED MILES of the school!" He huffed, highly offended. Anyone could've told him. Or even discussed it within earshot! But no. It was kept a secret. Something so amazing. "Doubtful, but I'll believe it." He snorted. "Hand, then." Leo rolled his eyes. She was a difficult one. "Yesss, but if she tires out before we rest for the night, she'll slow down." He pointed out, meanwhile morphing into dragon form (I never know how to put that -le sob-) and wincing as all new things started to hurt. Technically the same things, but they all felt different and weird. Good things his wings weren't injured, though the burn on his back would make flying a bit difficult. Other than that... he should be able to survive. Most likely. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Uh-huh. I'd figured that out already, thanks," Glory teased. "Eh, could be worse. Though Lionell and Liona... not very creative, though better than what I'd've come up with," She mused, then added sheepishly, "Cunnilingus and Fellatio." In case you don't know, and so you don't have to look it up, the former is, uhh, oral intercourse performed on a woman, fellatio is the same but to a guy... so very terrible names for people. "And I shall be right dousing the halls with kerosene before joining you," Glory said, grinning like a serial killer. She shrugged and said, "It's just a side quest. So long as pain was achieved, all's well." Did she choose to live her life like a suicide bomber? Yes. And, in the wise words of Beaver Clarendon, "Put a dime in the Salvation Army bucket. And if you don't like it, grab my cock and suck it." - "Thou shalt not be spared!" Glory said, rather evilly. He was totally gonna be reminded of it juuust enough to continuously bother him, but not enough that he gets used to it. Like Goldilocks. (Mission accomplished xD) "Well I don't personally consider several broken bones, stab wounds, and head trauma to be normal, so yes I'm a lil fucked up at the moment, check back in later," She snorted. The only good thing she could think of was that at least it wasn't her dominant hand. Unfortunately, one doesn't have non-dominant RIBS, and they'd stabbed her right thigh, aka the dominant LEG, so that was really shitty. "Mm, get gored by a polar bear, fall in a frozen lake and drown, get caught in a blizzard and freeze, eat yellow snow, be cold and miserable," Glory said in the same tone. Sounded lovely. There was a line between perfectly cold and damp and freezing your ass off while soaked too, and it was a very clear line. She grinned happily and said, "That's the plan. I've got some first-years who haven't experienced it yet." Her grin turned evil and mischievous at this thought- fresh blood for the Mud Pit. The human fighting professors were Higgins and Miles(as stated on le signup page :3), and while Glory usually took students from Miles, as they were year 4-5 students, if the 1st-3rd year students did well in Higgins's class, she'd just borrow both for the period and the one after, excusing them from whatever was next, as most teachers didn't want mud-soaked kids in their class. Glory chuckled and shrugged, saying, "If you'd asked Professor Miles about why he wasn't doing anything on certain days, you'd've found out. Or seen one of the servants getting the pit nice and sloppy." "Eh, true enough, I guess," She agreed, and(like so, madam xD) presto chango, a big angry black dragon took the place of the little angry Glory. Except now she stood three leggedly - or, two and a half leggedly since she was easing weight off the back right leg - with her foreleg off the ground since it hurt like hell, and her ribs were unsettlingly visibly broken through her finely muscled, greyhoundesque build. She shook herself out with a goofy bllllghblgglblgb. Lucy was surprisingly undisturbed, for the most part. "Care to lead, sir?" Glory asked teasingly. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "You're welcome." Leo regally ignored her sarcasm. "Uh, well, they didn't pick the Lionell part." He said sheepishly. "That was 14 year old me." Long story behind that, one that could be easily shortened but it wouldn't make any sense. As she spoke, he stared at her for a moment. "Creative but I am extremely disappointed. Like, DAMN, imagine how they would be bullied. Also, ew, Glory, ew." He made a face. "I could think up much more acceptable names than that. Like Elke, a German name meaning noble." He gave a glorious example. "Or Rhys." He had many others, but those were some of his favorites. (I didn't know, thank you very much for scarring me :D. XD) "I'm suddenly looking forward to life." He grinned along with her. Alcohol, kerosene, Flaming humans, and marshmallows. - "You're EVIL and CRUEL." Leo whined, mentally feeling like gloop waiting to be consumed by am anteater. "Okay okay, I see your point." He rolled his eyes. "You poor thing. I don't know how you're still living. I'll check back in a couple weeks and make sure that's still true." He commented sarcastically. "Sounds fun. You can avoid most of those things if you use the squishy grey thing inside your skull, though." He pointed out with a snort, looking amused. "Ah, great. So it'll be a new experience for them and me." He looked like he was DEFINITELY looking forward to it. He loved kicking the asses of unsuspecting students. (It auto corrected asses to ashes and I almost left it like that xD) "I kept forgetting to ask. I remember seeing him wandering around looking bored." He mused. "But yeah, I should've figured it out." He sighed heavily. This was his fault. Darn. He flicked an ear and glanced around before snorting at her words. "Not really." He replied with a huff, launching into the sky anyway. After almost taking out many trees as his wings faltered and his burns screamed, he managed to right himself. (Sorry it's short, gotta run) |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Well you probably got your creativity from your parents, so am I really wrong?" Glory mused. "Besides, I think most 14-year-old boys would come up with something worse trying to be cool- like Spike or Ace or Maverick or Zane." That was probably why kids didn't get to name themselves... and why Glory didn't name kids. "If another CHILD knows what Cunnilingus and Fellatio mean, I'd be more concerned for that little bastard," She said, and her argument actually made sense for once. Yay. "If you name a child Elke, may I suggest Moose to stay on theme?" She snickered. (You may not've been spared, but your browser history was xD) "For the first time in my life, I can say that I agree with that," Glory said. She'd only looked forward to death- her own and inflicting it on others. Now being alive sounded delightful. - "I know," She said, grinning proudly. Because being evil and cruel was quite the accomplishment. "You'll check back in a few weeks and make sure I'm still living?" She repeated with a snort, "Somehow I don't believe that." He'd definitely linger around like a very lonely ghost and just about beg Glory not to die. "Sorry to inform you, but squishy graey things only occupy the cranial cavity of Earth organisms. I haven't got one," She said evenly. Which may actually be true. The earth organisms part, not Glory not having one. She'd never cracked open her dome piece to check. "Yeah, pretty much. Just try not to traumatize them, okay? We can't break any bones," Glory said. Breaking bones would pretty much guarantee fewer students participating because the kids these days were fuckin wimps. (lol xD) "To be fair, that is kind of just his face," She snickered. He did tend to have a tired, bored-of-life sort of look on his mug. Glory took off after him, though lacking some of her usual grace. Given she couldn't push off evenly with both hind legs, she was off balance right from the start, though she evened out after a moment. She took up her place to the left of Leo, dropping a little closer to the trees to watch Lucy, who understood where they were going. The dog leaped the river, arced to the right, and took off east and a little north. Convenient- they wouldn't be flying toward the sun. Well, yet at least. Tomorrow morning they would be. Can't win all the time. The dog's path wove around trees and dense areas of shrubbery, over fallen logs, and while her line wasn't perfectly straight - how could it be in a forest? - she continued on in the same direction for some time. The landscape below changed, first forest, then a swampy marsh where the river flowed into, then back to forest. There were a few clearings, which made it easier to track the dog, but mostly Glory was just scanning for movement, as the dog was only flashes of black between the trees. She saw the dog slow briefly every now and again to drink from stream or puddle, but then she off running again Lucy seemed to really enjoy this, like this was just her usual midafternoon walkies. (you're good, I gotta go feed >.<) |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "That is very likely. However much I dislike what they originally named me, it was creative." Leo snorted. "Imagine if I had picked SPIKE." He barked a laugh. "Every once in a while, I'm thankful for my mind." And his naming decisions hadn't been completely him; he had taken into account a couple things. Well, really, he had gotten ideas. His sister had always called him a lion, his Zodiac sign was Leo - not that that mattered - and he had always related to the creatures in a way. Viewed by most people, they were strong, courageous, loyal, cunning, kings of the savanna. However, these were really .... misconceptions. Or, a different view. People who knew more knew that lions were scavengers, in a way. They let other animals kill prey, then they came in and used their strength to steal it. If a male lion took over a pride, they killed the existing cubs. Lions had a dark side. Although he didn't exactly want that, it was sort of true. These things, and a couple others, gave his 14 year old mind the idea to call himself Lionell, or Leo for short. He grinned at her next words. "Yeah, that'd probably be a small problem. But these days? I'm not quite sure how bad children are." He shook his head. He had been hearing INSANE things. "Oh shut up. It's a German name, it's DIFFERENT." He rolled his eyes. (I thank you for that. I don't want to have to explain THAT xD) - "Well.." Leo smiled sheepishly. "Weeks, seconds, what's the difference?" His way of saying he was going to constantly be prodding her and keeping her from dying. "Oh yes... I may have forgotten that minor detail. My condolences." He flashed a smile. "I guess you can't avoid those things. I'll be vacationing by myself, then." He made a face, looking half sad but trying to cover it up. "Traumatizing kids is part of the job." He mumbled, but that made sense. They were trying to protect the little devils, after all. It wasn't like they were risking their lives just to go back and finish the job. "Truuuuuue." He chuckled, shaking his head. The guy did always look a bit... unattached. If he started mentally listing things that hurt, he'd run out of space in his mind. Every beat of his wings to get him up above the trees sent excruciating agony shooting through his back and shoulders. His dark red and gold speckles scales hid the burn better than skin, but it was still just as painful. He tucked his injured leg close to him, wincing. The wound on his face had turned into a wound across his snout that he could now sort of see, and it didn't look any better than he imagined it to. Everything ached in a dull pain, and certain things were sharp stabbing pains, but if the burns eased up, he decided he'd probably be fine. Maybe. His wingspan was absolutely ginormous, and although he had to beat them a little more than normal, as he had those delightful holes spattering his right wing, they still caught enough air to keep him aloft for a while without flapping. He flicked his clubbed tail and twisted his long neck around to glance back at the cabin before turning his golden gaze to the black shape flitting through the trees. As Lucy took off, he banked right, his right wing dipping as he headed that way. This would be a long journey to do with his burned back and injured shoulder, but he had survived worse. Probably. He flew a little higher than Glory to enter a wind current so he didn't have to put as much energy into flying. As he cruised along, he kept his eyes on her and the black flitting shape, though he occasionally glanced around to make sure ... they were still alone. It felt nice to be flying again, with the wind holding his wings aloft and rushing over his streamlined scales. He flexed his claws, already imagining crushing a Corrupted between his talons. They would be very, very sad when he came back for them. Even though he was injured, he always felt powerful and elated in the sky, and now was no exception. The feeling of his muscles rippling in his back to power his wings was enough to cheer him up substantially. "Lucy doesn't seem to be tiring in the slightest." He called down to Glory with a slight snort at the dogs fast little form still flitting through the trees underneath them. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory looked at him curiously and asked, "What'd they call you?" Nothing worse than something she'd've come up with, surely. She snickered at his next words, saying, "Careful, I might start calling you Spike." It was a good enough name for a dog, definitely not a person. Then it was fucking retarded. "SMALL problem? Some snot-nosed crotch goblin's throwing blowjobs for jukebox nickels and that's only a SMALL problem?" Glory half asked, half huffed. But kids WERE bad these days, and she wouldn't be surprised if one little twerp had a prostitute sister or something and decided said sister was a good role model. "I refuse to be silenced, and matching names are GREAT. There shall be an Elke and a Moose," She said with a certain finality that left very little room for argument. - "In the grand scheme of things, there's no difference, so do what you will," Glory said with a snort. Not like she could - or would want to - stop him. "Understandably, everyone needs a break from me every now and then," She snickered. Even Glory needed a break from herself every now and then, but it was hard to achieve that in a socially acceptable way. "That it may be, but not to the point I've no entertainment," She said. If nobody wanted to partake in Mud Pit, Glory'd have very little to do. She kind of already had little to do because Flash was just too damn reliable, so Glory found other ways to stave off boredom. Breathing, unfortunately, still hurt just as bad in dragon form as it did in human form. Imagine that. That was the worst of Glory's pain at the moment, at least. Landing would be another thing, but she'd burn that bridge when she got to it. At least flight was steady and rhythmic and was better than walking. In her watching of the dog, Glory didn't see any signs of Corrupted, thankfully, but she kept watch for both creatures just the same. Lucy just kept on going, and going, and going, like the Energizer bunny. As she passed through another clearing, Glory caught sight of that fleshy pink flag the dog was always flying, streaming out the side of her mouth as she ran. "Not at all," Glory agreed, momentarily switching her focus from the dog to Leo and back again. Lucy was starting to slow down, and as she dropped down into a trot from a sprint, Glory took that as a sign it was time to rest. And thankfully so, her whole body was sore. A large clearing, where it looked like a simply enormous tree had stood and fallen, leaving a stretch of treeless land like a graveyard, was where Lucy decided to stop. A creek cut through one side of it, and it looked like a mighty fine place. Not a 5-star hotel, but still. "Dog's tired," Glory called to Leo, "How about you?" She dropped down carefully, landing in an awkward manner and standing in that two and half legged way for a moment before limping to the stream and drinking next to the dog. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Abaddon. Angel of the Abyss, piece of destruction, bottomless pit of hell." Leo replied with a crooked smile. "They didn't like me very much." And they wanted everyone to know it. That was precisely the reason he changed it. It wasn't a terrible name, but he highly disliked it, and he wanted to spite them. Only his father knew that he called himself Leo- something the guy figured out at their last meeting. He hadn't told anyone else from his old life- except his sister, of course, but Rod still knew him as Abaddon. Timbre most likely knew him as Abanddon, then, too. "Please don't." He winced. "That is an idiotic name." It sounded like something a young boy would name their bulldog. He bit back a grin, and mostly failed. "Okay okay, you have a point. It'd be a mind blowingly huge problem." No little dung eater should know what the heck those two words meant. He barely knew, honestly. He had to rack his mind, and even then, it was fuzzy. Definitely Steele's fault that he learned those words. She was the next worst dirty minded person he knew, after Glory. "No, there shall not. That's like naming someone Wolf and Coyote." He snorted. He had known someone named Coyote, and that was unique but not TERRIBLE, but Wolf would sound a little weird. - "Yes, a break to hopefully wash out my brain with cyanide." Leo threw her a glare, but it wasn't very threatening. It was like her scowls. "Yeah, I understand why we have to keep them alive and mostly unharmed in a bad way." He sighed. They were weaaaaaak. If someone broke his bone in battle, he'd be back the next day for revenge. He wouldn't run away crying like a baby. Even as a student, he would've done the same thing. He lifted his head to the wind slightly, closing his eyes as the air rushed around his scales and tugged at them. He then glanced down at Glory, then further down at Lucy. As he did, he heard a slight rustling. He looked up in confusion and wheeled sideways with a yelp as a bird blundered it's way into his flight path. It bounced off of his tail with a squawk and went tumbling into the forest. "How DRUNK was it!? HOW DID IT NOT SEE ME?" He huffed indignantly, his spikes standing up as he righted himself, snorting a small plume of flame. Stupid bird. - He had almost fallen asleep as the hours passed, his wings beating less and less every bit, until he found himself dipping down towards the trees slightly. He slowed considerably as he got out of the airstream, peering down into the trees as Lucy slowed down. Focusing his gaze on the large clearing, he flared his wings to catch more air, slowing considerably more before dropping down, landing on his one leg first and shoving his wings down into the earth to keep himself from toppling over. (BTW, his dragon form looks ROUGHLY like this, but with a club on the end of his tail: https://images.app.goo.gl/k8v86RXd3iH6fkzt6 ) He dug the serrated claws on the bend of his wings into the ground and hissed in pain as he avoided putting weight on his two injured legs, thumping down on his front end with one leg. After he was fully on the ground, he put weight on his injured appendages, wincing as he walked to the creek, limping a little. He dipped his head and drank the semi clear water, shaking his head slightly Before replying. "A bit exhausted." He replied with a sigh, turning away from the creek. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Mm, kind of badass but also trying too hard," Glory mused. There was a fine line between a cool name and a wannabe cool one- Abaddon was kind of right on that line. "Fiiiiine, but only because you said please," She relented. 'Twas a shit name anyway. I mean, REALLY, who the actual fuck names ANYTHING or is WILLINGLY called Spike? "Okay okay. How about Ping and Pong? Oooh, or North Korea and South Korea!" She offered with a grin. Honestly, Glory was the sort to adopt a pair of Asian twins and name them Ping and Pong.... - "Like that'll do anything," Glory snorted. "I'm far too corrosive for cyanide to help." Leo might get infected by her dirty jokes and start to get desensitized to them and then - dramatic gasp - start making them himself. "Good. Though you are allowed to slop 'em around in a mud puddle like a wet rag trying to clean puppy shit out of a carpet," She offered with a snicker. Now THAT was quite entertaining, and worth having to hose the suckers down afterward and hope they had the good sense to dry off and change their clothes before the next class. As the presumably blind, deaf, and retarded bird got sufficiently thunked, Glory dipped down a little to snap it up in one quick motion, crunchin' and munchin' on its little birdy bones. - The darkening sky was making it more difficult to make out the dark-furred dog running along under dappled and elongated shadows, even with night vision. Black on dark graey was hard to make out, even when it looked more like very dark brown on dark blue. (I tell ya, when it first loaded in low res, I didn't even read anything, my brain just went ICEWING xD I drew Glory's dragon form a bit ago, I should have it uploaded by Christmas-ish so I can show you :3) "Imagine that, he's not an alien and gets tired," Glory teased, though was betrayed by a yawn breaking up the end of her sentence. She was, admittedly, well and truly beat. She limped over to a relatively soft enough looking spot and curled up rather daintily, her long tail curled around her front talons. She wasn't in a particularly sleeping sort of mood - when was she ever? - out here, entirely vulnerable. Two injured idiots and a high-speed dog are definitely defensive enough. Right. And yet she was exhausted. This situation usually begged the question of 'tranquilizers or stimulants?', but alas, she had neither currently. Yay. Maybe Glory'd just keep watch. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Yeah, trying too hard to piss me off." Leo grumbled. "What were people supposed to call me for short!? Ab? Addon? Abad?" He scoffed, shaking his head. No, his name was much better. "Ah, good." He gave her a relieved look. It would be painful to even hear that word used as a name. Those are the things on the tops of fences, not a name. Those were the things you put at the bottom of a cliff to intimidate people. He facepalmed, wondering how she EVER came up with names like Frogmaggedeon. (I did not spell that right don't judge 0-o) "Don't even. Ping and Pong? Glory." He wrinkled his nose. "You're terrifying." That was honestly one of the scariest things he had ever heard come out of her mouth, so... yeah. - "At least I didn't say soap!" He complained. "Or bleach. Cyanide would do a BETTER job than both of those. It might not do almost anything, but that's beside the point." Leo huffed, shaking his head as if trying to rid his memory of the horrors that haunted them. He may get desensitized to the jokes, but he would never make his own. Okay, never make any that bad. Actually, nothing was guaranteed. He could only hope. "Good enough." He sighed. He would have to accept not injuring the students. And laughing at them when they failed to injure him. Maybe turning into stone when they went to hit. Slight cheating, VERY funny. He had done it before, and DAMN. It was nice. - (I can't draw worth a hoot or holler, so I'm stealing WOF designs xD. I can't wait to see it) "You do realize you just yawned, right?" Leo flashed a toothy grin. "Kinda hypocrite like, don't ya think?" He teased. "I guess aliens get tired too." After be washed some fresh blood off of his tail, from who the hell knows where, he dragged his feet over to where Glory was, flopping down beside her with a heavy huff. He settled himself into the soft earth and exhaled slowly, wrapping his tail around her and focusing his gaze on the woods. He was exhausted, sure, and it wasn't like he could stop any threat that came, but he wasn't going to go to sleep. Not with how vulnerable they both were. He then glanced at Glory, who looked like she had the same thought. "I'll take first watch." He commented, wings twitching as he pulled them closer to him, one settling on her back gently. It was the smartest thing he could come up with. Say he was taking first watch, let her sleep as long as she needed. |
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