Lieutenant Dwyer

"Well, it doesn't exist to begin with..." Glory trailed off, before acting hurt, saying, "Dumbass, of course not. I'd have taken a glass bottle to the head for that one." Had she done anything to piss off her drunkard of a deadbeat dad, like getting caught sneaking around, he'd throw whatever bottle was within reach at Glory. This, of course, isn't very practical or easy when drunk, so Glory learned to dodge and sometimes catch bottles based on hearing alone, to the point she could catch them over her shoulder blindfolded. Yes, she was out of practice, but she was fairly confident in her catching skills. She grinned triumphantly as she said, "Mission complete, then. I feel I deserve a round of applause for that one, yay me." Yes, a deer in a dress that you couldn't touch would drive anyone bonkers, especially if they were drunk. "Scared to, sure, but I don't think even Chad here would be a total deterrent for you," She teased. She had to admit, Badass Bass was a pretty. . . well, Badass name for a fish. The last name he came up with rang a bell, but she couldn't quite place it, and she had a feeling that it was something she should know. "Hans Grouper... is that a pun of Hans Gruber- the guy from that thing? Dammit, why don't I don't remember this..." She said after a moment's hesitation. Usually, Glory's memory was pretty good, except when it came to people, those were tricky. Mainly because she wasn't particularly social, so she had no reason to remember names.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo snorted quietly, then raised his eyebrows just slightly, his face softening slightly as he studied her features. He was an Empath, even though he wasn't a strong one, so he was rather good at telling what people were feeling, and he could tell that wasn't a joke. Had she been abused as a kid? Wait- oh, yeah, she had said her dad was an alcoholic. That would explain a lot. Probably not just cruel like his, but more drunkenly cruel. Equally bad. He wondered if she had any scars from failed dodges. He sure knew the feeling, but he also knew the feeling of being held down while he was whipped, so he guessed they probably led very different lives. He could almost feel the long, jagged scars on his back prickle as he thought about it. Shutting the memories out, although his own screams still could be heard faintly in his mind, he tried to focus on the conversation. Dwelling on the past would do no good. He glanced at her, barely catching her last words. Something about applause? He focused on her next sentence, a smile flitting onto his face at the words. It was probably true. Growing up in a family where there was more beer in the fridge than food, you either really liked alcohol or refused to drink it. He leaned on the first side. However, in his eyes, he had never gone so fully overboard he lost all control. Even that day he wore the kilt. As he said, mistakes were made. When she seemed to hesitate on figuring out the name, he silently pleaded for her to get it. When she half did, his face lit up. "Why are you even asking that question!? Of course it is! And the name is Die Hard, thank you very much." He grinned. She was the first person in this entire SCHOOL that knew who Hans Gruber was, even a little. It was spectacular.

(You made me think of something we'd do in D&D, where if someone said "oh, this is just like Insert modern show/movie, you'd reply with "Oh, I know that play" xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory leaned back a little, trying to ignore as her not-broken shoulder protested a tad, and closed her eyes a moment. After a second or two, she looked back at Leo, who seemed like he hadn't been fully paying attention, though she couldn't blame him since he hadn't slept much, if at all. She snorted at his words and said, "Ahh, that's it. Don't give me that, most of my free time is spent either killing shit or burning anything flammable, so obviously I won't get all your references. Just rejoice in the fact I had half a clue this time." When she got bored, and there was nobody to torment with Chads and the like, burning small things was the next best thing, be it setting arrows of fire before shooting them into their targets to see how well they burned or just setting clumps of dry grass ablaze and watch it get consumed by the flames. She wasn't an arsonist, it was just entertaining to watch things burn. Maybe pyromaniac was a little closer to the truth, though still not quite accurate. It was like giving a child a pack of matches and expecting them not to play with said matches, wishful thinking at best.

I've never actually played D&D, but I swear, after watching Stranger Things I was so close to just getting the game xD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo let his eyes drift shut for a couple moments, but opened them soon after, knowing if he left them closed even a second longer he would've passed out. He honestly would have to put earmuffs on or something, as he needed sleep, and he didn't want to be awoken by a crash as Glory tried to scare him awake. He wouldn't put it past her to do that. "You are quite good at killing shit and burning stuff, so I guess I get that. But still, DIE Hard? I mean, I'd understand if you didn't know what Lethal Weapon was, although I'd be disappointed, but DIE HARD?" He asked with a slow shake of his head. "Tsk tsk." He chided, smiling slightly as she continued. "I will be glad that you at least got the reference." He chuckled lightly, letting his eyes drift shut again for a couple seconds. So tired...

A couple hours later, well into the afternoon, Leo awoke with a start, immediately shocked as he saw where the sun was. The last thing he remembered was talking to Glory, and it had been, like, 900! Now it was 1600 and he had missed breakfast, lunch, and being alive for a good chunk of time. Admittedly, he was a little thankful though, as he needed sleep, this would bring him closer to when he could get up, and a couple other important reasons. He yawned widely, wincing as he pushed himself a little more upright. Still in the bloodstained shirt from the day before, he frowned slightly, wishing he felt confident enough to conjure a shirt. He didn't want to rip another, though, and he was still rather sleepy. He should probably just wait till he woke up fully. Leo raked a hand through his hair, then ran it down his face with a soft groan as pain throbbed through his stomach. He hoped it didn't still look like he'd been torched from the inside out. Thats what it felt like.

(Oh, the amount of chaos you can cause with friends is hilarious xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory tried to keep the rather smug grin off her face as he said she was good at killing and burning things, but it was a struggle. Her smile fell away a bit it his next words however, and she retorted indignantly, "Hey, save your disappointment, I know what Lethal Weapon is- I don't totally live under a rock." Her indignance disappeared, however, at his last words before he fell asleep, and all Glory thought was, Good, sleep. You really need it, before settling down into her bed and shrinking Chad down to the size of a cat. She watched with amusement as she changed through random outfits on the tiny deer, choosing them at random, before she too fell asleep, Chad disappearing as she slipped into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, it was sometime midafternoon, and her injured shoulder was VERY unhappy. She must've slept on it wrong or something, because it seemed worse. She lay still for a few minutes, not wanting to get up just yet, then finally sat up. she rubbed her eyes with one hand while trying to find a comfortable position to hold her left arm, or at least get her shoulder to stop hurting as badly. She wasn't entirely sure if it'd ever really be comfortable again, to be honest, though it was well worth it for Flash, and she'd do it over again without hesitation if she had to. She looked over at Leo, who looked like he'd woken up fairly recently, and said, "Well good-" she glanced out the window"- hmm, evening, I think. Sleep well?"

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo was so relieved that she at least knew what Lethal Weapon was. Most people didn't, especially the newest generations. Oo- wait- how old was he? Was he a Millenial? He knew he was right on the edge- he'd be on the youngest year of Millenial or the oldest year of the Zoomers. He would have to figure that out.

After he awoke, he stared at the bandages plastered on his stomach and chest for a while, finally giving in and starting to peel them off. He should assess the damage, anyway. They were surprisingly not very bloody, unlike his shirt and pants, so he carefully let them fall to the floor in the little pile he had made. He then sat up a tiny bit more to observe the wounds. They looked a little better than he expected- both stitched up and uninfected. However, the stomach wound was still burnt and red on the outsides, and every time he moved it caused searing pain. He knew he was burnt on the inside, too, so that wouldn't help the problem. He gingerly ran his fingers over the bloodstained skin before stopping, not wanting to hurt the wound. Yeesh. He really did look like someone from the Walking Dead. And not one of the live people. He had been quite focused on trying to figure out ways to conjure clean clothing and a wet rag, so he didn't notice Glory awaken at first, but when she spoke his gaze snapped over. "Good evening to you as well. I slept like I hadn't in days. You?" He asked with a small smile, then turned his gaze back to his wound for a second and decided to take a risk. Washcloths weren't important, anyway. He just thought about them appearing, and thankfully, a wash cloth and a bottle of water did appear, fully intact. He then went about wetting the washcloth and scrubbing the blood from his skin. The closer he got to the wounds, the more it hurt, especially his burnt stomach wound. His teeth grit in pain as he gently cleared the blood from the wound itself. Why was it so paaaaaiinful.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory watched as he peeled his bandages off, noting as he dropped them that they weren't terribly bloody, so that was good at least. The stitches were neat and orderly, not haphazard and rushed, also good. She met his gaze as he spoke and smiled, saying, "Well, you sort of haven't, so I'm not surprised. I slept okay, aside from the fact it's too bright here for my liking." Her gaze shifted back to his hands as he conjured a washcloth and water, and she winced in sympathy at the wound she'd cauterized. She felt bad for hurting him, though she knew it was a necessary evil, otherwise he'd have bled out. It looked REALLY painful, especially since he wasn't all that gentle, and Glory was a tad worried he'd end up making them worse. Most of his wounds looked like they'd add to the scars marring his torso, and Glory finally asked, "Are you sure you're up for a rematch later? I'd hate to win just because you tore open one of your wounds." That would definitely take all the fun out of winning, and was so not worth it. Plus, Glory was pretty sure the nurses here wouldn't be too pleased if he ran off again, only to come back wounded. She found herself wondering if maybe he did that all the time, and most everyone there was just used to it by now.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo smiled faintly- that was rather true. Any sleep he has was drug induced, really. He snorted quietly at her words, also very true. He did not like brightness either, but then again, his favorite color was blood red. "It is quite... white." He answered, glancing around at the stark room. So.. uninviting. As he went back to getting all the excess blood off, he ignored the pain, just wanting it done. Helping anyone else with wounds, he was as gentle as if he was feeding a newborn puppy, but with himself, he didn't really care how much pain he caused. As long as he could bear it, which he could. He did, though, try not to rip open the stitches, as that would send his recovery back, and it would be harder to walk around when he wanted to. As she spoke, he glanced over with a tilt of his head. "Don't tell me you're getting sympathetic." He joked, but he then shook his head. "Of course I am. I didn't just agree because I'm an idiot and can't back down from a challenge." He added gruffly, then snorted again. "Don't worry about that. You don't have to, since I'm going to win." He smirked lightly, but it was half-hearted, as pain was still throbbing in his stomach, and he wasn't reaaaally 100 percent looking forward to whatever evil she had planned. He didn't LIKE hurting himself. After his torso was mostly cleaned of dry blood, he felt awake enough to try for clean clothes. A snap of his fingers, and if the place of his bloodstained garments, new, almost matching one's. Another flannel shirt. Another pair of cargo pants. "So much better." He mumbled quietly, glad he got that over with before he had to sleep again.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory nodded slightly in agreement, saying, "Very. Seems pretty easy to stain and hard to clean, too." She snorted at his next words, retorting, "A little, though mostly just because you seem so insistent on being hurt all the time." She grinned mischievously as she said, "Not an idiot, huh? Past evidence states otherwise." Then she frowned and gave him a pointed look, replying, "You know I'm going to worry either way." As he changed his clothes with a snap of his fingers, Glory summoned the Fashion Police deer she'd made 'tsk' disapprovingly at Leo's flowery outfit before. Though this time, the deer looked him up and down, nodded approvingly, and said in a hilariously high pitched as squeaky voice, "Ye-es, much better. Well done." Glory snickered softly at her own deer, stretched, then swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I know I said we'd go tomorrow, but I feel like I'll die of boredom if I stay here too long. Care to go for a walk with me, m'lady?" She asked, itching to move again, to do something - anything - besides play with Chads and Fashion Police deer, since even they grew boring after a few hours. While she'd like to just sit and talk with Leo, she hated just laying in bed. She could normally sit perfectly still for at least a few hours, since it was fairly often one might have to on a stealth mission, but she was an early riser and being in bed too long felt like a waste of daylight. Not that she needed the light, but most people did, and there were very few advantages to being nocturnal when there was nobody to stay up with you.

(Don't mock me, but I attempted to draw Leo. I couldn't get his jawline or hair color just right xD

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