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(Love how we're talking 'bout death sentences and last meals and whatnot xD. Don't wooooorry about it, my brain is fried so it doesn't really affect me :D) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo let his jaw drop open. "REALLY?! Okay, I guess I just can't die then. So I can make myself the food." He sighed woefully, shaking his head. How TERRIBLE. That was unjust. Not even giving people who are about to be put to death a good last meal. 40 dollars max at the highest- you could barely buy a single steak and some french fries for that. Absolutely unbelievable. "That horrible son of a muppet. He ruined everything." He pouted, feeling a newfound disliking for this 'guy'. "What good is it to talk to something that won't listen or respond?" He countered with a frown. "If it just tunes me out, then I'm wasting my breath, something I really hate wasting." Especially after, like, h, the 6th time of getting his ribs broken. He really appreciated being able to breathe. Being strangled was no fun either, but that had only happened to him twice so far. "For one, that is an amazing reward, you just don't see it. Plus, being around you gives me a shot at more." He grinned. "For two, that is TERRIBLE and I now want to go kill all the old men in the universe, so thank you for that." Leo huffed grouchily. The things that went on in this world. The brains that idiot must've lacked to approach GLORY, or all the terrifying people they could've picked. "I hope he got seriously injured." He added with a sniff. "Yeah, I totally feel lucky. Thank you for everything." He snorted, wrinkling his nose. This was a useless conversation. "I'm insulted. And it was a JOKE." He huffed, looking indignant. "I've ripped people in half with my bare hands." That didn't soud like whatever-the-fuck she called him. "I DO have to be big and dramatic. That's my lifeline to not reality." Leo stated, waving a hand. Drama was perfect, and it masked people's true identities. "I know you sort of know you're alive, but the last time I tried to give you a genuine compliment about how you look, you said it sounded like a veiled insult and you prefer little things and you didn't like compliments like that and you said people only said stuff like that when they wanted to suck up to the other person." He gave her a woeful glance. "I was just trying to pay attention to your wishes." That part was totally her fault. He was only listening. "Of course I would care if YOU died but if any OTHER alien died I wouldn't give a shit." He snorted. He would always care if SHE died. She was important. Leo pricked his ears forward slightly as his eyes narrowed and the hazy outline shadowy figure of Libodon sort of started coming into his view on the horizon. "Am I hallucinating or is that finally Libodon?" He asked, flying more like a wet rag as exhaustion pressed down on his shoulders and tried to crash him into the trees. |
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(haha I know right xD And poor me having to research it ;_; ...I hope I didn't contribute to the brain-frying x'D) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Yeah, it's pretty shitty, happy crappy," Glory sighed. How dare that bastard- he was the perfect example of someone whos parents never told them about the starving kids in Africa when he refused to eat his food. That was definitely the issue and it showed. "You've never had a deep conversation with an animal," She said with a snort. Glory tended to talk to Ma-fatso and other creatures like they were people. Dougal and Eilidh always listened and never made dumb comments [unlike Glory], and sometimes Ma-fatso talked back. He kind of skeaked and chittered, but that wasn't important. "Uh-huh. Even though that's generally a punishment," She said dryly. "Come on now, be reasonable. That was ONE dude. Most are happy just throwing money at the bartender for a stranger." Hey, if they were offering free drinks, why the fuck not? Let them waste their money. Glory grinned smugly and said, "Well, I broke his nose." He got what was coming. "You're welcome," Glory chirped brightly. "Ooh, big tough guy. How intimidating. Totally doesn't come across as you trying to compensate for something," She snickered. Still, that was a pretty good flex, and something to back a threat with. "Huh. That's your lifeline to not reality? Better than mine, I suppose," She said skeptically. A lot better, actually. Glory gave him an apologetic look and said, "That's so fuckin cute that you remembered all that. I did say that. Damn. Sorry." He was just too goddamn sweet, and it made Glory feel bad for being such an asshat all the time. "Fair, but do you know any other aliens?" She asked. Maybe, you never know. But if he said Roger from American Dad he'd earn himself a glare and possibly a smack, depending on how smugly he said it. "I dunno, could just be a case of group hallucination or some shit," She said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Lucy kept on running, and seemed spurred on by some new excitement, and that was what told Glory that yes, it damn well WAS. "Finally, fuck yeah! Just a little longer and I get to whoop your ass at Monopoly," Glory said smugly. Some time later they reached the academy, and Glory landed sloppily, shakily. All her joints hurt as her weight settled onto them. She sighed wearily and(prime example of my literary skills) presto chango, was a helluva lot smaller but no less ouchy. Or grumpy. At least now her broken hand didn't have to carry any weight. On that thought, it'd probably be best to get that taken care of before playing Drunk Monopoly. "Care to join me on my quest to the flesh mechanics?" She asked with a dopey, if somewhat pained grin. Flesh mechanics... what a phrase. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo gave her an incredulous look. "Glory, animals LISTEN. And even if they aren't reaaaally listening, it can still be therapudic. But how many times have you seen someone talking to their thumb about their problems?" He challenged with a snort. Animals didn't have to understand to listen. Plus, they could technically respond, with different noises and whatnot. "Generally. Not always. Not a punishment for me." He replied cheerfully. It was always pleasurable to be in her presence. Even when she was being intolerable, she was still usually amusing, and that made up for it. She hadn't ever REALLY offended him yet, so he guessed he had yet to see if it would drop, but that was in the future. He wouldn't cross that bridge till they came to it. "Yesssss, but it was ONE dude that said something disgustingly unacceptable to MY girlfriend." He huffed with the unhappiness of a child without cheetos. "However, I will let it go, seeing as this has happened a while ago." He added with the serene haughtiness of a judge in court. As if it was his decision. "Good good. He deserved it." Leo gave her an indignant glare. "Shuddup. You're being massively unhelpful and horrifyingly insulting." He sniffed, ignoring anything she said after that on that topic. He was NOT going to listen to that bullcrap. She could go eat a pile of shit for all he cared. EXCEPT he WOULD stop her because that's REALLY bad for you. "Being dramatic is fun and entertaining and usually amusing, so it's a pretty good one." He stated simply. "It's not cute- it's - How dare you." He huffed, wrinkling his nose slightly. "I gratefully accept your apology and store it in my memory bank with the one other time I've ever remembered you legitamently apologizing for something that needed a good apology." Two lonely things. Hard not to remember. "Harry Vanderspeigle." He responded without missing a beat. "But alas, just a TV show. I do not know of any live aliens aside from you... although I do suspect some." He snorted. Some people were just fucking insaaaane. And others couldn't be considered PEOPLE. They were definitely aliens in their own way. "And I get to drink way too much so I don't have to deal with the pain of losing Monopoly! And I have an excuse for losing even though I would've lost completely sober!" He cheered, trying to keep himself in the air. A ways later, Libodon was finally underneath them, and he went down like a very tired pile of bricks, trying to keep himself from crushing his shoulder. He ended up as a very weary lump on the ground. "Ow." He whined. (Amazing example of my own literary skills that are much like your own) He poofed back into his human form and dragged himself off of the ground. It wasn't very easy. He deserved a participation award. "I would love to join you on your quest, comrade. Leadeth the way." Leo shook his head to get rid of the dizziness and walked forward, into the big doors. He opened them for Glory, then went in after her, brain halfway on auto pilot and halfway shut off. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Well a lotta people DON'T listen and yet some folks still try to talk to THEM. I think that's about the same as trying to talk to a thumb," Glory shot back. Some people were worse listeners than animals who had NO clue what you were going on about, and THOSE people deserved to have their tongues gouged out with a ROCK. "I see. The 'joke's on you, I'm into that shit' approach," She snorted. Glory was like a very vulgar comedian who knew no moral bounds of humor and made a joke out of EVERYTHING. And the jokes were TERRIBLE but that was what made them funny. She grinned proudly at the MY girlfriend and said, "Had I not been single at the time, I'd've beaten him up far worse." Then again, had she not been single then, not only would she probably not have been there in the first place, but Leo would've pulverized the old coot before Glory got a chance to. "I refuse to be silenced! Besides, that's how I ALWAYS am," She huffed. Like he'd even listen, the professional tuner-outer. Dammit. "That's true. You're easily the least boring person I know," Glory said fondly. He balanced out her terrible dark, raunchy humor quite well, too. "It's very cute. Just accept that it is and be glad for it because if you didn't pay attention and bother to remember shit I'd be VERY upset at you," She countered. "Hey now, that's pretty good! Means I'm getting less insulting," She said, grinning. It totally did not. "Hairy Van the Beagle?" Glory snickered. He was pretty quick with it, at least. "Oh? Do tell," She prompted. All suspected aliens must be reported to the alien abassador, Glory, for verification of alienism. "Hallelujah!" Glory cheered, grinning, then added, "Well maybe not; you might just suck when you're sober. A little liquid courage could help." Probably more than a little, but still. Could help. "Very well then, onward!" She said, and took his hand in her unbroken one and meandered down the halls. The students were all probably still in class or eating, Glory wasn't sure of the exact time, so the place was pretty empty. Upon entering the infirmary, Glory couldn't help but notice the "here we go again" look on some of the more familiar faces. Lovely. "Any of y'all ever dealt with uh... a stab would and some broken metacarpals?" She held up the hand in question, and one of the younger candy stripers looked like she was gonna faint, for whatever reason. Not like this was probably the worst injury she'd seen on the job as of yet. One of the older gals sighed and came over, one Glory recognized from having dealt with many other injuries. She grabbed Glory's wrist and looked it over, lips pressed into a thin line. "Sure, but it ain't gonna be easy. Or painless," She said, and led Glory to clean the wound, found that one bone was snapped clean in half [probably damaged by the initial stab, the lady said] and the one next to it suffered just a hairline fracture. Lovely. She asked if Glory wanted painkillers, and, figuring that wouldn't go over well with alcohol, turned down the offer. Instead she asked for "the usual" which was just a pulse oximeter, the thing old people use to measure heart rate and blood oxygen level. It was just Glory's preferred distraction, as she'd hold her breath and watch the latter slowly go down [the lowest she'd ever gotten it was 92%] and then hyperventilate to watch the former go up. It wasn't a perfect method, but it was something to keep her mind off the pain in the other hand, especially since watching the bones be put back into place and the wound cleaned made it hurt worse. Glory was informed that she'd probably have nerve damage and notice poorer mobility in one or two fingers - duh - and the nurse reccomended physical therapy. All well and good otherwise. |
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(noooo you poor thing T-T I've got it down to a science now; 30 minutes with no activity and you get the boot. It encourages me to type faster and reply in under 30 minutes xD) |
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(I didn't think I took that long and I am literally crying and I lostall hope and I dunno what to do) |
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(uhh... I dunno what to do either, that's painful xP May I reccomend what I did when my laptop had troubles 700 words into typing- stare at the screen in disbelief for about 4 minutes before trying again? x3) |
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General Anubis Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Thumbs and those people ARE similar, yes, and that's why it's IDIOTIC to talk to BOTH OF THEM." Leo huffed. "Only a moron wastes their time with with things that don't listen, people or not." He added with a snort. "Well sure, but in a very simple way, that's correct. I am into you- do not turn that into a raunchy joke please and thank you - and you can't get rid of me now." He gave her a look. He KNEW she COULD but he didn't want her to, for one, and those things were only funny when it was surpising. The reaction was the funny part. If he already knew it was coming, his reaction wouldn't be funny. "Had you not been single at that time, he would've been pulverized into bone dust." He said sweetly, though there was a dangerous glint in his eye. He didnt listen to what she said or answer, ignoring her as he said he would. He didn't want to deal with that. She could NOT insult his masculinity. If he was a 5'3 dude with fluffy brown hair, big soulful eyes, and noodles for arms, sure. He'd have to deal wth some ridicule. But he WASN'T. He was the definition of masculine. "Thank you." He sniffed. He WAS not boring. Average was boring, and he was not average. "No, no it really doesn't. Two times, Glory. Twice." He wrinkled his nose slightly. That was her failing. Not succeeding. "Well, there was this person who came to the school a couple years ago. They had yellow eyes- not a nice golden like mine, but BRIGHT FUCKING YELLOW, and a voice like a slug sliming its way across a chalkboard, and they were super unnaturally tall and skinny with long ass limbs and a sinister smile." He shook his head. "Creepy as hell." He snorted. "I don't SUCK when I'm sober... I'm just not as good as you." Leo corrected with a haughty huff. Being the big teddy bear he was, he held her hand gently and carefully yet firmly. Like if he let go she'd dissolve into mist and he'd never find her again. He wasn't EVER letting her out of his sight, except for the one special thing that she couldn't be with him for. He self consciously reached his other hand into his pocket and fingered the smooth piece of metal in there, making sure it was still there. When they entered the infirmary, he glanced towards her before another nurse guided him to a bed. He heard them gasp as they saw the burns, and then the whirlwind started. People started treating the bullets wounds, the burns, the everything, and he refused the painkillers, so his whole experience consisted of him balling his hands into a fist and clenching his teeth. By the time they finished, his eyes were glazed with pain, his teeth were likely permanently stuck together, and his fingernails had dug into his palms, creating small trickles of blood. He didn't register they were done until a voice entered his consciousness and he lifted his head slightly, glancing around. "Repeat?" He mumbled, not having heard anything. He heard an exasperated sigh, then the nurse starting over and telling him that he would likely be fine, he just needed rest and to not go into battle. That he would have to stay inside so that he would not infect his wounds. Shit like that. He didn't hear most of it. After they finished and walked away, he glanced around the infirmary, then stood with a wince and limped over to Glory. - (Sorry tis SHORT, I lost motivation) |
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(Short? Nah you're good lol. oh I do got a question, you said you had a surprise for this rp. That still gonna happen? :3) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Oh shut up," Glory grumbled, "Are you implying I'm a moron?" Definitely not what he meant, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna tease him for it. "Uh-huh. Lucky for you, your correct grammar saved you. Had you said in instead of into I'd definitely made a bad joke about it," She snorted. That and the simple fact that that was a statement she very much liked; she wasn't gonna go fuckin with that one. Pun intended. "Like Alex," She said with something halfway between a giggle and a snicker. That bastard got what was coming. "Hey, think about how many times I've apologized to other people," Glory protested with a hurt expression," zip, zilch, nada, goose egg. Two is a personal record, be proud of me." Two was more than she'd apologized to any other singlular human being. Two was a step in the right direction. Glory wrinkled her nose as his explanation. "Ew. Yeah, definitely an alien. Not of my variety, he's the weird kind." Now there were different kinds of aliens that looked like people, apparently. Or, some that DID look like people and some that looked like a medieval drawing of one based on a bad description. "Whatever you say. Either way I'm totally winning," She said with a smug grin. The old nurse lady also mentioned something about wanting to put a cast on it, but that if Glory didn't want that she'd have to go see her sector healer ideally daily. No less frequently than every other day. Nurse lady agreed with some reluctance that a wrist brace would be okayish so long as it helped immobilize the rest of the hand and didn't mess anything up. Other than that Glory was cleared to leave, which she did to go back to Leo. Lucy was just trotting around from person to person with happy tail wags demanding pets, which she got from just about everyone. "All good?" She asked, taking his hand once more and starting for her room, idly plotting her epic victory. And also shit to drink. AND also pre-Monopoly drinking games, like Truth or Dare or Raise Your Spirits. Both were fun. The latter was where you told jokes back and forth, and if you laugh you take a shot and the joke teller gets a point. First person to a certain number of points wins. Delightful. |
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