Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Mm, true. Or it was too much effort," Glory said. Even just digging up the body was more trouble than it was worth, unless it was some rich guy who'd been buried dressed in his weight in gold and jewels.

"Good choice," She said smugly. Now, if he'd specified bad pancakes, then she'd have no argument. "Hmm, that's pretty flat. What about thick paper?" She asked. She's seen paper thicker than bad pancakes before, actually. Very watery pancake batter and thick cardstock which she still considered to be paper. It wasn't corrugated, therefore it wasn't cardboard.

"Nooo, it was blackmail earlier. If the deal doesn't change, then neither does the name," Glory protested. You could put the Chevy bowtie on a Ford but that didn't make it a good truck. Still Found On Road Dead.

"Whatever you say," She said, grinning even more so at his playful whack. "Since when were you reasonable?" She huffed in mock offense. Nuh-uh, he was no less crazy than her.

"Mm, that's reassuring," She giggled. The cat's judgment was important, though. He had excellent taste in people. And food, he didn't like gross canned mystery meat, he liked people food. He usually made his way through the cafeteria on a genius route that took him past every single table, collecting scraps of meat.

"G'night Leo, love you," was the last thing she mumbled before falling asleep, Ma-Fasto's growly little purr rumbling from where he was loaded behind her.

Lieutenant Dwyer

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"Like making a cake of meat," Glory mumbled in agreement. What that meant exactly she wasn't entirely sure, 'twas just the nightly ramblings of a tired Glory. Pretty normal things for her. Tired Glory and Mild-to-Moderately Drunk Glory tended to say rather similar things, actually.

"Ohhkay, papercut paper," She said, nodding. The evil stuff. The bane of finger flesh. Even worse if you managed to get a papercut right on webbing between fingers, where you can't bandage and it always gets ripped back open just by trying to use your fingers.

Glory nodded slowly, considering the offer. "Okay, deal," She said after a moment. It didn't sound like a terrible deal. Maybe a little bit shady, but not inherently bad, at least.

"So you're less evil than me?" She asked. Nuh-uh. Well... maybe. Probably, if we're to be honest. Yeah.... Leo was the lesser evil here.

Glory woke with a groan; it was too bright already and it made her head hurt and wish the sun would just quit it already. She buried her face in Leo's chest, and Lucy noticed the Great Awakening, tromping her way over to squeeze her big furry self between Glory and Leo, grinning a big innocent doggo grin. The cat had left the bed at some point and was posing majestically in the window, the tips of his luscious fur glowing orange and yellow.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"I am now disgusted." Leo shuddered inwardly, making a face. "We're talking about a child here." They really shouldn't be- honestly, mentioning a child in their conversation was a TERRIBLE idea, always, as it would end like this. A cake of meat. Good God save us.

"Yeah, papercut paper." He sniffed. The stuff sucked. It was not, however, as bad as GRASS. Being cut by GRASS was an insult to you, for one, for two it hurt like the dickens to the point when you were honestly ready to chop your finger off, and for three... they NEVER healed, insult to injury. It took FOREVER. He didn't have forever.

"Good." He smirked. Now she couldn't die and he could take away rewards if she did.

"By a small amount in some subjects." Leo grinned. "In other ways... not so much." Like Corrupted. They were both equally evil torturers. He may just have a little more child sense. Or he liked them more, anyway.

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Leo shifted back towards Glory as she groaned and buried her head in his chest, trying to escape the sunlight. Completely understood. It was blinding. He snorted unhappily at Lucy as she wriggled her way between them, but couldn't help giving the dog a pat. "G'mornin." He mumbled under his breath, eyes drifting shut as his mind refused to wake up.

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"Oh. I thought it was a meat cake..." Glory mused quietly. Yeah, children were never really a good topic with her. Or, to be more accurate, conversation itself wasn't very smart. It'd turn very strange, very quickly. BUT, in her defense, a cake of meat was basically just meatloaf.

She wrinkled her nose in a combination of distaste and understanding at his confirmation of the bad paper. Yeah, that stuff was better kindling than anything else. Then again, Glory could hurt herself with a frigging DANDELION by accident, so it was kind of hard to blame the paper. Didn't mean she wouldn't, though.

"Yeah, SOME subjects," She said, smirking. While she was generally the greater evil, it didn't mean she was TOTALLY evil. She was... chaotic neutral in many. The others were chaotic evil, of course. No lawful or good to be found here, no sir.

"Mmm, g'morn'n," She mumbled back, followed by a half groaned, "Lucyyy. Mooove." The dog, much to its credit, did in fact move. By which she so RUDELY shoved Glory away just to get closer to Leo. "Asshat," Glory mumbled unhappily. Damn dog. She didn't want to bust out the bad dog though, since Lucy HAD done as told. Only out of malicious compliance, though. Glory didn't exactly care to wake up fully and deal with the dog, so she did the opposite; went back to sleep.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Would you EAT a child? Nevermind, don't answer that." Leo lifted a hand, warding off whatever she was going to say. He was scared to find out.

"You shouldn't be proud of being more evil than me. That's something many people strive NOT to do." He pointed out, lifting his eyebrows slightly. He had been told by many a person that they were proud to be BETTER than him, so... she was going the wrong direction.

TOMORROW

Leo choked out a quiet snort as Lucy pushed Glory aside and wiggled closer to him. He rolled his eyes before closing them again, content to lay here... until someone started knocking on the door. Very loudly. He growled under his breath and ignored it at first, until it became louder and more insistent, then a voice yelled 'Mr. Anubis, I was told you were in there. Please come here.'

He wrinkled his nose and rolled out of the bed with a wince. "Who the hell knew I was here. I am smacking them later." He mumbled groggily under his breath, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he went to the door and opened it with a glare. "What?"

The skinny boy flinched and took a step back, looking a bit terrified. "Uh- sir- someone told me to tell you that someone named ... um... Rodney Kraelin was arrested this morning.. and um, you're the only living relative of his daughter, Timbre Kraelin." The boy stammered. (I dunno if they even arrested people back then or if we're doing that xD. I think we kinda gave up on the medieval thing)

Leo stood in quiet shock for a couple moments, brain rolling over what he was just told. He finally snapped out of it and glanced at the boy. "... thanks for the message. I'll make sure to get there immediately." He muttered, turning around and closing the door before leaning against it and rubbing his temple.

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Glory started to open her mouth to answer before she was immediately told not to do so, much to everyone's relief, I'd think. Her answer most definitely would not been a delightful one.

"Are you telling me what I am and am not allowed to be proud of?" She asked skeptically. Technically not, he was merely advising what she shouldn't be proud of, partly for the sake of appearing even somewhat human, but still.

TOMORROW, THE DAY AFTER TODAY

Glory was somewhat okay with settling for the dog, she was warm and soft and very good company, until some fuckwad must've decided the door was a punching bag. "Shuddafuckup," She grumbled, though her mind snapped to Fully Awake And Ready To Beat The Crap Outta You as soon as said fuckwad yelled. Glory and Lucy both watched intently as Leo addressed the apparent early-riser, Glory growing both more confused and annoyed as it spoke.

(They did! Only difference was that 'cruel and unusual punishment' hadn't been banned yet xD Oh, by the way, wasn't Timbre the one Leo accidentally killed and Jules the now-10-year-old? >>;)

Glory stretched and finally gave in to the need to actually get out of bed, meandering over to Leo and wrapping her arms around him, half leaning against him with a little sigh. "What'd it want?" She asked quietly after a moment. It was always how she referred to anyone who dared interrupt literally anything she was doing, especially if it was a rare instance of sleep.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"No. I'm just... suggesting that you aren't proud of something that would make the rest of the population believe in aliens. However, on that thought, I wouldn't care, because you are 100 times better than any human I'VE ever met." Leo mused. He had learned quite a while ago that telling her what to do or what not to do was a terrible idea. He just had to strongly encourage her. He strongly encouraged her not to die. That kind of thing.

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(Oo good. Rod won't have to worry about the police, though. He has different things coming- much worse things XD

I flippin thought it was Timbre with every fiber in my being, how the actual hell can I not remember. You have a WAY better memory than me, though, so let's say Jules)

After Leo had closed the door he stared at the ceiling until Glory came over. He then put an arm around her and frowned slightly. "Remember Rodney? He's been arrested, and.... apparently I'm the only living relative of Jules-" He winced slightly. His fault. He kinda dragged himself into that one. "And I need to go to town." He finished. Immediately, actually. His mind felt muddled and confused with the idea... Jules may have been young when Timbre... passed away, cough, but Leo was 110 percent sure Rod would've told her exactly what happened, with Leo being the bad guy .. worse than he already was. Likely Jules would've been hearing shit like it was on purpose. He flippin hated Rod, and Jules would obviously believe her father... she was 10 years old now and would definitely HATE Leo or be EXTREMELY afraid of him, one or the other. He didn't see ANY way in which this situation could end well. He finally drew his brows together slightly and glanced around, brain clicking into motion. "I- need to get dressed, and grab something..." He mumbled to himself, looking worried and troubled as he stepped away slowly before grabbing his shirt from the night before and pulling it on.

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"Aww. 100 times may be a bit of a stretch since you are biased, but I'll take it," Glory mused happily. Maybe like... 30 times better than other people, and even then it was quite a bit of.. creative liberty.

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(Hehehe yes. Smush him, stretch him, stab him, strangle him!

Uhh yeah like 90% sure Timbre died, just because I remember some sentence about Timbre in the forest and snorting at it. Like yes there's timber in the woods xD And then she died.)

"Yeah..." Glory said, tilting her head slightly. "We," She corrected, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw, "Your problems are my problems now." Besides, there was no way she was just gonna stay here while he went to go deal with that dastardly bastard. Nuh-uh, she was going with him, whether he liked it or not, if only to passive-aggressively insult the guy. "Something... sharp? Violent?" She asked. Getting dressed sounded like a good idea, actually, though not good enough to actually do it. Instead, she threw on a hoodie, though not the same one from yesterday. No, that was the one part of her outfit subject to regular change. This was a dark red with Arson? Oh, you mean crime brulee on the back. Very poetic.

"So, your.. brother in law's been arrested, but we're.. not cheering?" Glory asked slowly. That kind of didn't make sense. Were the roles reversed a little, she'd be throwing a fucking party, popping champagne and laughing in the bastard's face.