Lieutenant Dwyer

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(And I did, didn't I? xD Oh yeah I did tell you lmao.)

[I AM VERY EASILY CONFUSED BUT TODAY IS NOW THE SEVENTEENTH]

"I love it," Glory corrected, smiling. "We-ell, considering I'm not TOTALLY without flaws, I'd say that only makes it more accurate," She said quite reasonably. It gave it character, too. "If that's not the kind of great great great grandma I turn out to be, then I don't wanna," She snorted. "Your great great great awesome gramma Glory was quite heroic, and was excellent at cutting down Corrupted, that's why there's none left. Awesome gramma Glory and her spectacular sidekick Leo kicked ass, saved the WORLD, and lived happily ever after," She said as though remembering a tale of years past, a sly smirk tugging at her lips at the last part. "Mm, she may get upset about us leaving, or she won't even notice," Glory mused, following Leo down the path, glad for the pace. The stab wound in her thigh was getting better, but it was still sore. She cast a glance over her shoulder every now and then, and Lucy noticed them leaving, looked from them to the stick-throwers and back again, and then decided that her people weren't going anywhere without her, probably because of how that had gone the last time. Lucy'd definitely be told in great detail in the tales of Glory and Leo's epic andventures.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Well I'm glad you LOVE it." Leo re-stated with an amused look. "At Least your flaws make you better." He looked at the thing. "I'm 90 percent sure I forgot to add pupils to the Corrupted." He wrinkled his nose, peering more closely at it. "You'd be an amazing great great great grandma." He chuckled quietly. "Very heroic and excellent at cutting down Corrupted." He agreed. "You- HEY. I am not a SIDEKICK. I am a PARTNER IN ARMS." He huffed in mock offense. "But we did kick ass, yes." He nodded, a bit smoothed over. "Well... either way. She'll be fine because she can make her own decision." Still, a small smile grew on his face as she decided to come along. He led the way down the path, the shortcut through the woods, going slow enough that the moon had fully risen before they made it to their destination... the lake. Where the great fishy fights went on. It was serene and peaceful at the moment, the moon reflecting on the water and creating a beautiful shiny orb of light... though dim enough light to not hurt anyone's eyes. The whole landscape was quiet and peaceful. Each grass blade glimmered a mint green in the moonlight, the water reflected like a silver liquid through the air, and the night breeze was cool and refreshing. He couldn't have asked for anything to be more perfect. With a slight inhale, he turned towards Glory, taking her hands in his. "Glory, you are a poison, for lack of a better word. A very addictive poison that I seem to not be able to get enough of. Alone, we're a bit hazardous to the environment, but put together, we're VERY hazardous. To everyone else, anyway. For each other, at least, we cancel each other's poison out to make something better. I'm addicted to you and even if there was a cure, I wouldn't take it. I don't care if I die in the process... a second of time with you is better than a lifetime without you. We've been through QUITE a bit together, and a little while ago, I thought I had lost you for good. It was the most horrifying, scariest, terror-inflicting, worst feeling in the world. I never want to experience it again. It just made me realize that we definitely aren't immortal. We could be taken from each other at any moment, and I want to live out the moments we have in the best possible way." He paused with a faint smile, eyes focused on hers. "Here is where I'm calling in my whatever the fuck I want. You have to say yes to the question I ask next." He reached into his pocket and sank onto a knee, finally shorter than her, revealing a small wooden box, carved with her initials, simple and serene, a dark mahogany. As he opened it, he simultaneously spoke. "Glory... will you marry me?"

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Mm, I guess I'd be boring if I was TOO perfect," Glory mused jokingly. She was far from boring.. buuut in the way that she was so utterly chaotic that it was impossible for most people to feel at ease around her. Leo amplified that tenfold. "Well it doesn't deserve them," She said, and not unreasonably. The Corrupted didn't need pupils. It didn't need to pretend-see. Even if it COULD it WOULDN'T where it was now going; very carefully into Glory's pocket for safe keeping. "Mm, I'd be the grandma that instead of knitting, sits in a rocking chair sharpening knives all day long," She said, amused. She'd be the self-defense grandma. And offense. ATTACK OR BE ATTACKED grandma. "Okay, partner in arms," She said with a small giggle. "Did? Leo, we DO kick ass," Glory said proudly. She had no intentions of stopping. Not until she was too old too, and even then she wanted to be a kick-ass grandma. "She's a big dog now, she can take care of herself," She said, then turned her attention to the dog, "Just be home before dark, young lady." It took quite to some effort to remain somewhat stern, but she mananged. Barely. She recognized the path to the lake, but right now had no guesses as to what Leo had planned. She was PRETTY sure it wasn't the second coming of Sir Brown Bitey and Mister Big Batterer. Maybe. When they got there, though, it was far more beautiful that she'd have imagined. Straight out of a fairy-tale, and just perfect. All day had been, really. While she didn't really know it, the pale moonlight caught her fair hair and turned it silver, and seemed to hold in her eyes and make them sparkle. When Leo took her hands and began his utterly heart-melting little speech, Glory turned her gaze to meet his eyes, a slightly confused look on her face, but she asked nothing. Lucy, feeling left out, sat down between them like a doggy officiant. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry or what and did a little of everything when he proposed, and then autopilot took over and she managed to nod and say, "Ohh Leo, yes, a thousand times yes," before she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Lucy barked happily but Glory hardly registered it, the rest of the world seemed so far away righ then.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"That is true." He agreed with a chuckle. If she hid all her flaws and tried to act perfect, she'd be like the rest of the population, and average is boring. "Also true. It just adds more detail, and detail is better, it shows that I put time and effort into it, but forgetting PUPILS makes me feel like I painted it with my eyes closed." He huffed. Still, the souless looking Corrupted just truly portrayed what they SHOULD look like. "That seems like the coolest grandma ever." He grinned. "Defeated ten foes at age 67 with only one dagger, so skilled they didn't even have a chance to retaliate. Refused help from their children to show how it was easily possible." He read in the Fords Narrarator voice, chuckling slightly. "My apologies. We DO kick ass, and amazingly at that." He re-stated, eyes twinkling slightly. Yes, they did kick ass. Grammar mistake. They definitely made the best team, and they would likely never stop. He didn't want it to.

Leo was externally cool as a seal in the chilly arctic waters, but internally he was freaking out. Having a fucking panic attack. His three brain cells were all running in circles screaming and none of them were drunk so they didn't know what to do and he was extremely terrified and what if he didn't plan this right or what he said was WRONG or it WASN'T funny that he used his whatever the fuck he wanted for this and what if she didn't like the ring and what if this was too SOON and YES he couldn't really wait till they DIED but STILL what the FUCK was he doing he wasn't a SENTIMENTAL guy some of the time he didn't plan SPEECHES although he had a nice compliment here or there he didn't DO this shit and now he was ON ONE KNEE with a FUCKING RINGBOX IN HIS HAND asking the LOVE OF HIS LIFE if she wanted to marry HIM, of all people, and FINALLY all the things he COULD'VE done better were RUNNING THROUGH HIS MIND. With his internal screaming, he barely registered her words until a couple seconds after they came out of her mouth, but when his brain DID get it he found himself wrapping his arms around her with INEXPLICABLE joy and kissing her with warmth blooming in his chest like never before. Months of work and preparation all added up to this moment- and months of thinking and waiting. Making sure. Checking possibilities. Planning. Now it was ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

When he did pull back slightly, there was a light in his eyes like never before and his grin could've split his face and then the earth after that. "The veeeeerrrrryyyyy important surprise I was talking about is right here." He lifted the ring box that he was still holding, now open again with a ring nestled inside. It wasn't anything oddly amazing. It wasn't sparkly or anything, didn't stick up at all, was very smooth and serene. Made of a silver like metal with a moon opal centered snug in the middle. He took it out. "Remember our very first little battle, where we called it a tie even though I totally would've won and you may have lost a couple daggers? I gave back one, but kept one- sorry for stealing- and I didn't MEAN to. I had put it in my pocket so I didn't forget it on the ground and ended up forgetting it in my pocket. A couple weeks later I found it and decided to keep it. Well, sorry for melting your dagger... I know the metal it was made of wasn't super fancy stuff, or anything like that, but I just thought it'd be cool if it was put back to use. I melted the blade down and shaped the ring out of that. Also, on that note, when we were separated a few weeks ago, I stole this little moon opal out of a Corrupted sword, because why not. Thought it would symbolize how even when people TRY to tear us apart, we find our way back together. And, of course, since I can't resist using my engraving tool..." He turned the ring over to reveal tiny words on the inside. 'I love you, Schatz.' "Nothing super special, but I thought it'd be ... nice to carry it around with you, eh?" He took her hand with a smile and slid it on her finger... somehow it was a really good fit. That one he had kinda just guessed on, but it had been an educated guess. To be fair.

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Mm, but the Corrupted having a little less detail makes it more of a faceless catch-all sort to represent all the hundreds I've killed, instead of just one particular guy," Glory said. Imagine killing ONE Corrupted and then making a mini-figure of yourself doing so with the guy's face perfectly depicted like it was also a tribute to HIM. She couldn't help but laugh at his totally 100% accurate words about her badass-gramma-ness, and added, "I'm gonna be the grandma to say 'hold my walker' and then show the grandkids how to do a backflip." She'd probably have a walker not because she NEEDED it, but at a grandma-prop, to make her seem like a 'normal' grandma. Then instead of baking, she just opens up a can of whoop-ass. "And we'll STILL be kicking ass until we're too old and tired to get up," She said, grinning. That was the idea, anyway. The execution may be a little harder.

Glory looked down curiously at the ring as he spoke, and immediately took a liking to it. It was simple yet elegant, and practical, something she'd wear proudly every single day and not have to worry about. It was also a little bit familiar, like having dreamed about something and then something very similar actually happens. She nodded as he continued, though was entirely sure where he waas going with it. She was smiling the whole time, and then it finally clicked why the ring seemed familiar. Glory absolutely LOVED the the sentimental and symbolic value of it. "Leo, it's.... that's so sweet. I love it," She said, looking at it admiringly. It seemed to belong there perfectly on her hand.

(sorry it's short I've gotta run T-T)

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Yes. That's a very good point." Leo nodded. "Then again, I'm PRETTY sure all the Corrupted people you've fought DID have pupils, at least when you started." He added with a grin. "But yes, a statue of you fighting a single specific Corrupted wouldn't have made any sense." He hadn't really styled it in any particular manner... it had been her he was thinking about, not the douchebag she was fighting. "It'll be hold my walker for you and hold my beer for me." He chuckled. "Though I won't be doin' no backflips, hell naw. That's too damn hard even now. I would be showing them how to carve a little horse or something." He joked with a laugh. Honestly, he was surprisingly swift, but BACKFLIPS were a LITTLE DIFFICULT for someone who weighed almost TWICE AS MUCH as a normal human. Or like 1.5 times as much. TAKE IT INTO MIND, however, that he COULD do one. If he stretched before hand. "Oh of course. But the day I'm too old and tired to get up is the day I turn completely to carving and turn into a sweet old person with some badass painting skills. I can paint and carve all of our great adventures, and I'll be the certified story teller of dramatic tales." Leo wrinkled his nose with an amused look.

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"I didn't want to make it too flashy, since that doesn't fit you, and I wanted it to be practical... so there's a secret little thing about it." He looked even more excited now to see her reaction. If she ALREADY loved it.. this would be great. (By the way, out of RP Leo did go and talk to Ronan alone, I just didn't want you to know xD. So Ronan helped with this part) He twisted the ring slightly on her finger to reveal a little switch like button like thing that laid so flat it was almost invisible. "Press this..." He did, and the moon opal popped up, an Itty bitty little sharp needle like thing coming out. "That is connected to a very small compartment in the ring that is full of black mamba venom.. you wouldn't BELIEVE how long it took me to get it.. and it with go through the needle when stabbed into someone, resulting in a painful death in about 45 minutes. Definitely a revenge type of thing, since it won't get you out of harms way RIGHT away, but it might be able to if the symptoms are bad enough. They'll start roughly ten minutes after the enemy gets stabbed." He explained cheerfully, pressing on the moon opal. The needle folded back down and suddenly it was a normal ring again. "I'm glad you love it." He replied with another wide smile.

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Well, yeah, when I started. Most didn't get to keep them," Glory said, grinning somehow both cheerfully and almost evilly. "Mm, unless it was the one killed most gruesomely," She said, then paused, trying to think of which that was, "I.. don't know which one, though. They all died quite spectacularly." Maybe not all of them, and maybe not spectacularly, but a LOT of them died horrible deaths. As they should. "True," She chuckled. "Or the best places to stab someone depending on how quickly you want them to die." Honestly, they'd probably end up raising child-assassins. An 8 year old with a mission and a sword. Fuckin terrifying. Wonderful. Annnd probably a taste for alcohol. "You definitely will be the bane of bedtimes keeping them up with epic tales," She mused, "but for now, you're a sweet young person with some badass painting skills." A lot of badass skills, really. Like, a LOT a lot.

"Ooh, more secrets?" He was FULL of secrets, apparently. Good ones, though. Like a house with hidden rooms stuffed to the ceiling with all sorts of delightful treasures. (lol okay xD) Glory watched, curiousity piqued, as he demonstrated the AWESOME stabby pokey poison function of the ring. He really did think of everything. And BLACK MAMBA VENOM? That was BADASS. "Delightful," She said cheerfully, like a kid on christmas. This was BETTER than christmas, and always would be. She smiled softy and kissed him again in response before murmuring, "I love you." A moment later there was a large splash, and Glory looked over to see Lucy swimming around, submurging her head every now and then to snap at the glittery fish darting around, startled by the dog. Glory giggled and just watched her for a moment, just about diving like a duck but to no avail.

(I'm BAAAAAACCKKKK)

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"Good good." Leo nodded with a smirk. It comforted him to know that any Corrupted that made the stupid decision to go against Glory left without pupils, or didn't leave at all. Very comforting knowledge. He already knew it, of course, but it was amusing to hear, nonetheless.

(Hallelujah!)

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Yeah," Glory agreed, "You'd probably get stuck making four million, three hundred fifty seven thousand, nine-hundred eighty-three figurines of me." Welll, it was more like two million, one hundred twenty six thousand, seven hundred eighty five, but details details. Regardless of the exact amount - Glory'd lost track anyway - that was a LOT. Like, an inhuman amount. You'd need a goddamn FACTORY full of UNDERPAID workers and then it wouldn't have the same value as something made by Leo's hands. Set the factories on fire! Hang the owners! Free the workers! The first two would be Glory's main objective, in all honesty, but she'd still try NOT to roast a bunch of sweatshop laborers. She nodded along, smiling happily. They'd be absolute MENACES. "You know what that means, though, right?" She asked, "They probably wouldn't be allowed at a public school. Or within a hundred yards of one." Imagine that, a child not allowed near a school- probably due to charges of something like assult with a deadly weapon, battery, et cetera. Or just straight up attempted murder. That was okay though, the school system was full of wusses who were afraid to brandish a butter knife against thier toast in the morning. They could go choke on a rock for all Glory cared. "You clearly have never dealt with a child well past their bedtime," Glory snorted. She not dealt with them personally, thankfully, but she'd had to endure their presence. Blegh. "Yeah no. Anyone awake before five gets whacked with the nap paddle." The nap paddle was basically a board with holes in it for better aerodynamics for whacking. The holes helped it in its swift path through the air. Obviously it was a joke, though, since Glory much preferred correcting bad behavior with something actually RELEVENT, not just Oh, I don't like that! Thwack! "I never said that was the extent of your ability," She said. She didn't even KNOW the full extent of his abilities; he could be good at KNITTING or something. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest, and sighed a small happy sigh. "Yeah, huh?" She mumbled. Random, but not wrong. Buuuut even if it HAD been fucking HAILING Glory'd still been happy.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"That.. would not be fun. Talk about a boring life. Growing old and fat gaining only arthritis in your fingers while tediously carving and painting millions of tiny statues." He shuddered. No, one or two ... that was enough. Maybe 3 or 4 if split up. Otherwise, he'd limit his statue production. Considering it took an unhealthy amount of patience to sit there and paint every little detail with an Itty bitty brush that barely fit in his HANDS, he didn't think he'd be able to do that for more than one figurine at a time. His fingers cramped enough as it is. "Hm. True. Guess we'd have to take up homeschooling." He snorted. "That'd be even worse. Then they'd be with us 24/7 and would learn every bad habit.. and, of course, the good things, like exactly where someone's jugular is." He added with a slight chuckle. He didn't think he'd be able to miss that many battles to watch CHILDREN, however. Fancying about them was VERY different than actually having them, so he would stick with this and keep his sanity intact. Well, HIS version of sanity, which was insanity with a twist. "Ah, no. The only children I was let around were torn away from me rather quickly." He smiled drily, mind going to Timbre and Jules. "YOU cannot be speaking. You're the person that thinks sleep is a SUGGESTION. You either don't sleep or you go to bed at 2 am and wake up at 6. If there ARE ever children involved, I am being in charge of their sleep schedule, because I wouldn't want them to DIE of SLEEP DEPRIVATION." Leo huffed dramatically. "I'm not quite sure I even know the extent of my abilities, so I shouldn't be speaking." He wrinkled his nose slightly. He PROBABLY thought the extent of his abilities were further than they actually WERE, but that could be the minus something self esteem saying he was arrogant when really he just needed to recognize he WAS good at much more than he gave himself credit for but THAT DIDN'T MATTER. A gentle smile flit across his face as she leaned against him, putting an arm around her. The perfect night for the perfect moment that would be burned into his memory forever, but in a good way. He would be able to think of this 24/7 and that was enough to make him smile even more.