Lieutenant Dwyer

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"I dunno, it could. It's like a leg but with a bajillion joints," Glory said, "or maybe it'd be a good propeller." That dog's tail wagged fast enough to get her moving without the use of legs. At least Glory thought so. She thought a lotta things, and not all of them made sense. "One with skulls on the bottom," She added. A very cool, badass dog skateboard. All the skateboardless dogs would be very jealous. Lucy'd also need cool guy shades, but that could come later. Skateboard first. Maybe she could do a kickflip. Probably. She could do a backflip, so a kickflip wasn't totally out of the realm of possibility. "Oh," She said, a little disappointed that it meant she'd have to wait more. "So, can I have a hint on that one?" She asked, brightening back up. She'd gotten a hint on the bigger one. "S'how old the dog is," She said as though it were obvious.

"I hope your not confusing me with Gloria the hippo from Madagascar," Glory said. Glory was definitely NOT the hippo, regardless of the fact her birth certificate said Gloria. Shush. "Ye-eah, but we've established that I'm an alien, not an animal," She said matter-of-factly. And she was right- aliens weren't really animals. "Why thank you. Buuut I'm your servant for now, and I can't carry you to bed," She stated. Unfortunately not. Even if he weren't so heavy his height would make it difficult. "No. Boris is a constellation. You said you could see the stars," Glory said. If she were to go outside, she was pretty sure she couldn't pick out Boris from the rest of the big smear of brightness across the sky. Especially since she hadn't much thought of it since she was little.

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(Hey weeeest, been thinkin a while, and since Leo didn't freeze to death in the forest and didn't cook during the day, I'm guessing it's August/early September. Cool with that? :3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"I dunno, a propeller could work. She's got landing gear," Glory countered. If the dog ran fast enough, spun her tail, jumped off a cliff, and had maybe had some sort of dog flightsuit or perhaps hang glider, she could fly. "Okay, good," She said, nodding, "I think she'll like that." Or the dog would crash and burn and become the real-life version of the iconic Roadrash. Hard to say. Skateboarding Lucy would be cool. Roadrash Lucy would not. At his rather unhelpful hint, Glory thought for a bit before asking, "Is it edible?' Apparently the last game of the night was Twenty Questions. One could not tell her something vague like that and expect to not be interrogated about it. "Lucy's age," Glory said. "I dunno how old she is." Given that the dog wasn't puppyish and wasn't gray around the muzzle, 2-4 was a good guess. Unlike the other guesses made as of late.

"I've never been a hippo and I haven't been Gloria for over a decade," She mumbled grumpily. "Oh," Was all she said, all grumpiness falling away. That was much better. "Mhm, the good kind of alien, like E.T. but prettier," She said. Definitely not a Klingon. "Okay. But that means I owe you a favor," She murmured sleepily. She was already his personal servant until midnight the next night, and owed him a whatever-the-fuck, but still. "I see," Glory said, though she most certainly did not. "Mine was dead to begin with," She mumbled.

(Yeh, sounds good to me. September Wednesday 11th, to be exact. This information will be necessary in the near future. Also, since I'm impatient :D, can we skip to September Tuesday 17th? Ignore the way those were ordered. After they fall asleep, of course. My surprise needs to hurry the flip up xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"... landing gear. Right. Would that matter if she didn't get off the ground? Or if she broke her landin gear cause she jumped offa something and couldn't fly?" Leo suggested with a slight snort. That'd be bad. Talk about running on hopes and dreams. And alcohol. "Likely." He agreed. What dog wouldn't like a skull skateboard? Possibly without wheels? Possibly a death hazard? "... no. Not this time. I mean, well, technically, but it is NOT human food. Only termites should eat it." He stated with a grin. Roundabout hint. Totally a great hint. He practically told her what it was. Kinda. Almost. "Oooohhhhh. That makes more sense." He shook his head slightly. How he didn't get that, he didn't know. Wait- or had he gotten it? He forgot what his question had been and didn't trust her to answer it.

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"Huh." He tried not to grin. "I would've never guessed." She sure looked like an alien. Wait- no. Wrong topic. She didn't look like a hippo. Now that they were on the topic of aliens... "Yes. You look like an alien ... too beautiful to be of this earth." He chirped happily. Even slightly drunk Leo was good at compliments. Too much, apparently. Sober Leo wouldn't have spoken to sober Glory like that cause she didn't appreciate it, but sober Leo would tell drunk Glory that because she appreciated compliments more, and obviously slightly drunk Leo would tell drunk Glory that. "Noooo you don't need to owe me another favor." He huffed quietly. "I can't think up that much stuff for you to do." He was practically mumbling into the pillow by now, almost inaudible, and half asleep.

(Okay xD Not gonna ask why you picked 9/11 though ._. And I just wanted to be sure since while it's not written anywhere, oops, Glory's birthday is canonically October 8th x3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Well then it's skating gear. And she'd fly if she spun her propeller quick enough," Glory said. Skating gear. Not running gear. The dog NEEDED a skateboard. She thought long and hard at this newfound hint, and it took a solid minute and a half for her to finally say, "Wood. Termites eat wood. Witches are made of wood, but I don't think you're getting me a witch. You carve things." Honestly it took too long for her to get there, but at least she DID. Then there was just the pondering of what exactly it would be. Could be a lotta things. Well, not really but there wasn't enough proper thinking going on to figure it out. It COULD still be a witch; that hadn't been entirely ruled out. Or a duck, since it weighs the same as a witch. But termites don't eat ducks. (I think I know but I ain't saying nothing cuz I might be wrong xD)

"That's just because you're not a good guesser like me," Glory mumbled. Right, because she was a good guesser. Sure. "Whatever you say," She giggled a little. Drunk Glory definitely appreciated compliments more than sober Glory. Far more. "Mkay then," She slurred slightly. "All the better for me." Less stuff to do, hallelujah. "Oidhche mhath, mo ghràdh," She murmured sleepily. Oy-chuh vah moh graw. Goodnight, my love. A short time later and the already-fuzzy line between waking and sleeping blurred entirely, and Glory drifted off to sleep.

(I didn't REALLY mean to but IT'LL BE FINE

Ahh, oki. On that note, since Leo is a Leo, is birthday is 8/19. Same as Axl's, actually hehe. He had his 20 somethingth birthday while being either tortured or blown up or stumbling around... I'm not quite sure which)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"I don't think so." Some sane part of his brain that was slightly sober told him that he should keep an eye on Glory and make sure she doesn't throw Lucy offa cliff or something. Then another part told him that she wouldn't remember this night when she woke up, and it'd be fine. He would probably only remember bits and pieces. A wide grin spread across his face as she GOT it. Impressively, even when, like, 11 shots in. Maybe 9. Maybe 13. "I'm not getting you a witch, but it is made out of wood." He agreed. "I've been working on both things since before we were practically kidnapped, and I'm eager to get back to them." That's one thing his slightly drunk brain and normal brain did agree with. He needed to get back to his carving... it was only partially done, but with all of the rest he would be doing - the medics say - he should have a lot of time on his hands, meaning it should be ready within the next week. About the same as the other one. "Eh, I shouldn't keep you in too much suspense. I'm making a carving of you, specifically, slaying a Corrupted, because it looked cool, and I'm in the process of refining the details before I paint it." He finally said cheerily. He was terrible at keeping unimportant secrets when slightly drunk. (Were you right xD? I bet not. Also, what did you think?)

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"You're a good guesser? Actually, I take that back." He made a face. No use arguing. She HAD gotten the wood thing correct. (I just gotta because I watched the old cartoon video anyway this here you go- yo mama so fat she has more chins than are in a Hong Kong phone book) "Considering I enjoy doing it, it wouldn't need to be repaid. I have all the payment I need right here." He smiled slightly. (I am SO glad you said the meaning because I DID NOT WANT to write that in Google translate xD)

"Guten nacht." He mumbled, mind fading into blackness.

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[1 HANGOVER POSSIBLY 2 HANGOVERS AND 6 DAYS LATER, 9/11, 2100)

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Leo was in his room, putting the final touches on the two 'surprises' one of which was now just an awaited gift. He was focused on the gift at the moment, putting tiny little details such as specks of blood where it would've splattered and individual grass blades to the ground. Finally, he decided it done, then started the finishing last tiny little things on the real surprise. The veeerrrrryyyyy important one. His gaze was narrow and he was trying not to think about the upcoming hours... otherwise he'd have a panic attack and die. In any case, he brushed some dust off the finished Masterpiece, sitting back to look at it with a pleased expression for a while. Absolutely perfect, every detail.

(okay lol. Is there a reason they have the same birthday or are you just lazy? xD

29th I'd think since Glory's turning 26 and he's 3 years older ^^;)

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Well I do," Glory said. The dog WOULD fly. It'd be like the Wright brothers. Lucy could be Orville, now they just needed a Wilbur. Could probably get that from a butcher's shop before he gets slaughtered. Or after. Lucy'd probably prefer after. "Mm, I kinda wanted a witch," She mused. If it was a NICE witch then hell yeah. Not the wicked witch of the west. "That's a long time," She said, trying to count back. Twas the 11th, they'd been gone about 4 weeks give or take a few days, so probably since August 8th - the exact date was hard to remember - and he said BEFORE that, so yes, a long time. Glory grew visibly excited when he said he'd tell, and then said sappily, "Aawww, that's so sweet." A badass, totally accurate depiction of herself? Hell fuckin yeah. (Not quite xD I recall reading something about how Leo'd been told about Glory's childhood horses and that was all he needed to know, so I may have been reading too deep into that and guessed it was related xD)

"I'm a VERY good guesser," She said solemnly. She HAD guessed pretty damn well even though she could hardly read the damn clock on the wall. (Haha that's an ollld one - my dad says that about clinically rotund people- they've got more chins than a Chinese phonebook is his version xD) "Mm, a personal servant," She giggled softly, though she did in fact know what he meant. Mostly. Sort of. She understood ENOUGH. (I always do xD)

(ONE POSSIBLY THREE HANGOVERS AND SIX DAYS LATER MAKING IT THE SEVENTEENTH)

Glory'd gotten up at a normal human-ish time, showered, had a glass of milk for breakfast, and was feeling good for once. She was reluctant to be away from Leo even just so he could go do whatever he was doing, but in the end she did. She took Lucy outside and was throwing a stick for her. Or rather, she was, but her shoulder grew sore and, luckily for her, Lucy apparently had an unofficial fanclub who were more than willing to keep the dog entertained.

(I'm kinda just lazy but I WILL think something up so it'll LOOK like I'm not lazy xD

OH MY GOOD LORD HE'S OOOOOLD XD. Definitely joking, but HOW did he make it 29 years without dying?)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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(I laughed way too hard at the Wilbur thing 0-o)

Leo wrinkled his nose and decided not to argue. "My apologies. I'll make a witch next." He inclined his head with a sniff. Because what he WAS making WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. He actually didn't care. It would give him more stuff to do. "Thank you." He brightened back up at her words. It would be a delightful little hellion replica of herself. (Yeh, you read WAY too deeply into that xD. He just didn't want to pry and then he realized he didn't have anything he needed to know about her past soooo lol)

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"... sure. A very good guesser." He agreed amicably. Slightly drunk Leo was a very agreeable guy. (I just love it xD. They're all so creative. Like yo mama's so fat her belt size is labeled 'equator')

"Not what I meant." He huffed quietly. He HOPED she sorta knew what he meant but with drunk Glory, you never know. She sucked at sarcasm. And jokes. You had to be very literal. She was like a child.

[I TOTALLY MEANT THE SEVENTEENTH]

When Leo was completely done studying and staring at the things, he put them in his pockets and stood, heading out the door. He had heard barks out the window so he limped down that way- the limp had not gone away, nor the ability to not breathe- and exited the building. He saw Glory over in the shade of some trees, watching people throw the stick for Lucy, and walked over. "The carving is done." He said cheerfully, carefully removing it from his pocket to reveal a beautifully painted Glory murdering a beautifully painted Corrupted on a grassy hill. "I think it embodies you perfectly." He grinned. He had put a Lotta time into the texture and shit, so it was pretty cool looking, although he had spent more time on the other surprise. This was for shits n' giggles, the other surprise was IMPORTANT. The sun had just finished setting and the light was fading, the moon rising. Leo glanced up at it. Full moon tonight. Exactly what he needed. "Are you prepared to take a walk, m'lady? It isn't extremely far, or I'd collapse." He grinned slightly.

(lmfao real xD Uhh.... hopes, prayers, and alcohol? He's been flying by the seat of his pants his whole life xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

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(Good xD) "You don't gotta," Glory said. To make a wood witch, one carved it out of firewood so that it could be burned as it was made to. Can't carve a witch out of duck, anyway. Not very well. But at least a duck witch was more edible than a wood witch. "Credit's given where credit's due," She said almost philosophically before giggling a little. (I know I did xD I'd make a great dog, looking for squirrels in gopher holes lmao)

"Mhm," She confirmed. She was a FANTASIC guesser. Only lost every other game of Twenty Questions she played. (lmfaooo Imma just steal that xD Dad also calls large people professional plate cleaners >>; Every word outta his mouth is hilarious xD) "Shush," She whispered. She had a general grasp on the concept he meant. That was good enough.

(GOOD BECAUSE I WAS CONFUSED)

Glory was just watching Lucy amusedly, glad the kids liked her and she liked them, when Leo came over. She brightened considerably upon just seeing him, then even moreso when he said the carving was done. "Ooo that's fuckin AWESOME," She said, grinning. She took it from him carefully, turning it and admiring it like it was the most valuable thing in the world. Because to her, it was. Non-living thing, at least. "There needs to be a word for better than perfect. This is the kind of things that great-great-great grandchildren will come to posess," She said. "Thank you." She glanced at Lucy before saying, "A not extremely far walk sounds delightful. Can the dog come, too?" Lucy'd probably be fine either way, she may even like to stay and keep playing with the students. And it'd keep them outta trouble, too. Besides, the longer they got to play, the more tuckered out the dog would be come bedtime. And the higher chance of getting more treats.

I know xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo had decided it'd be better to just make the skateboard and take a break- he'd be working on this for fucking MONTHS. Carpentry was no easy task, especially by hand. He wrinkled his nose at her words, snorting quietly. No use arguing with her. (Yeah xD. At least you'd find SOMETHING)

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(Yeah you told me that, I still laugh and use it though XD. My dad is just as funny... or annoying, whichever you chose)

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[I AM SINCERELY SORRY FOR CONFUSING YOU]

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"I'm glad you like it." He looked pleased, smiling as she took and observed it. It had taken longer than most of his carvings, but he would spent a year doing something if he knew it'd make her happy. A lifetime, even. He snorted with amusement at her words. "It's not 'perfect', there are obviously flaws. But I appreciate it." He grinned. "Imagine explaining that to someone. 'Ah yes, your great great great grandma Glory. She was a delightful character. Look at the blood spraying from the Corrupted's wounds. How grandmother-ly-like." He faked a high pitched sigh, rolling his eyes. "Nevermind, I can't imagine that." Leo stated drily. Didn't seem very possible. "You're so very welcome, and if she wants to." He glanced at Lucy, happily gallavanting around. He watched her for a moment before wrinkling his nose. "I think she's plenty happy. If we walk away and she stays, that'll give us our answer." He didn't want to pull her away from her fun. Leo instead turned and headed towards the path in the woods, pace slow as he couldn't really move very fast at the moment.