(omg yes, I thought I mentioned that xD We'll just assume it's high fantasy loosely-medieval lmao. Yea I bet it did lol)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory tilted her head slightly and raised one eyebrow as she said to Leo, "I hope you don't think that means your ass-kicking can wait until next week." Truthfully, another week would make it easier on her shoulder, maybe to the point she could wield a stiletto in her left hand at least. But no, that was too long to wait. Besides, there was a pretty good chance one of them might get hurt again within that span. "It's not that stupid of a question- you seem like more of a beer and whiskey kind of guy," She said, then looked at him hopefully. "If your collection is that impressive, would you happen to have any Drambuie?" Drambuie is a sweet Scottish liqueur made with Scotch aged whiskey, honey, herbs, and spices, and is one of Glory's favorites. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to get her hands on any in quite some time, but Leo might, by some stroke of luck, have some. If he did, then he might be right in his judgment of how much Glory could drink.

I had no idea -sobs-

No wonder Leo is such a time traveler! I honestly thought this was the modern era!!)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo slowly looked over at her, willing the disappointment to not show on his face. She was barely hurt, apart from her shoulder. Of course she wanted to still do it. Honestly, it would probably be the worst fight in history- there was no way in hell he'd win. Even just sitting here hurt. He could barely walk. "Of COURSE not. Your ass kicking will happen as scheduled, so you don't have any time to heal." He scoffed, internally groaning. A long, low groan that never seemed to end. "You're right, I am much more of a beer and whiskey person. I never really drink champagne. I do have it, though." He smiled slightly, tilting his head as her expression became hopeful. Uh oh. What did she want now. At her question, he paused for a couple moments, thoughtful. "I do have a small collection of Scottish liqueur from when I was actually in Scotland... I bet... hang on." He concentrated for a moment, snapping his fingers. A golden bottle of Drambuie appeared in his hands. "Will you look at that. I do. He snapped his fingers again, making it disappear. He didn't think it was a great idea to drink alcohol before they tried to eat a little bit of something. "My stash is rather excessive. I bet you can't guess how many different types of alcohol clutter that closet." He grinned, impressed he actually had it.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory grinned somewhat mischievously and said, "Why thank you, kind sir, my loose bone fragments appreciate it." Technically, she was just guessing at the state of her bones, she rather hoped they were intact. However, since she'd been shot in dragon form, it wasn't nearly as bad as if she'd been in human form. "Ahh, see, I'm almost always right," She lilted, though any bit of joking disappeared as he proved just how large his collection was. "Wha- HOW do you have that??" She stammered. "Yeah, excessive is one way to put it. That's impressive. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say all of them. " She paused for a moment, thinking, before asking, "You wouldn't happen to know where St Abbs is, would you? Almost directly east of Edinburgh, on the coast?" Glory would be REALLY impressed if he knew where that was, considering it was just a small fishing village, though it was where her mother grew up. Glory'd visited only once, but desperately wanted to go back. Maybe one day she'd get to take Flash and Leo for a few days.

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(I swear their RP has ruined my search history xD)

General Flash Wallis

(Now it's my turn to write a book)

Flash had spent days trying to track down Leo and Glory. All he wanted was to know, how they'd gotten the blood, how badly injured they were, what it had cost them. After three days trying to find them he lost patience. He went to the armoury, stocking up on weapons, clicking armour into place. It was time, he decided, for the world to know that Flash Wallis, one of the most dangerous of the Generals, was back. He took the long way out, letting all the students see that he was back to cut out any of the rumours that the students had most definately heard. As he exited the castle he saw a corrupted scout, the kind that they had occasionally seen in the lead up to the battle. Flash Wallis lept into the air, changing into dragon form as he did so. The general relished the chance to get in the thick of the action again. Kill corrupted first, question corrupted later. A motto that had let to several arguments when he first worked his way through the ranks. He flew, gaining pace, gaining on the corrupted scout before drawing his longsword and sending the dragon tumbling down. After seeing the corrupted dragon fall to his death he re-sheathed his sword and flew sniffing the air around him for any trace of his fellow General or his lieutenant. As he flew, as his mind cleared of his taste for blood, he wondered. Was all this really worth it? The death? The destruction? Deciding that this was not for him to decide he focused on his self-appointed mission. Find out what it had taken to bring him back.

(And I swear this is a true story. My dad went to use my computer, and he was about to search a part for his excavator, but then he saw my search history. He literally walked up to me and asked if I was planning on murdering someone LOLLL

So, literally, I'm like, What!? Why would you- oh.

Search history: Wolfsbane, 32 different types of Swords (not kidding, I was bored one day and the rp spiked my interest), a bunch of other things having to do with poison and weapons (and maybe a leather jacket, don't hold me to that one)

I laughed so hard I almost DIED. This RP caused me physical pain XD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo smirked. "You're very welcome, m'lady. Call it a favor." He chuckled lightly, matching her level of sarcasm. On the inside, however, he was scheming of how to get on Romanov's good side so that the guy would turn down his pain receptors. Then, maybe, he had a chance. He grinned widely at her shock, looking a little pleased and a little embarrassed. It was hard to embarrass him, but the fact he had so much alcohol was a little disturbing, and he knew it. And yes, he was sober most of his life, this was his normal personality. "Absolutely no clue." He answered cheerfully, then snorted. "I'm going to take a not so wild not guess and say I have way too much." Leo commented with a wry smile as he leaned back slightly to glance up at the sky. Around 6. No wonder he was getting hungry. At her question, he shook his head. "I'm not a Geology professor, nor did I stay in Scotland long." He answered, then paused. "Any reason for the question, or was it just completely out of the blue?" He inquired, then paused again. Yep, he was actually hungry. "Also, we should eat. At least a little bit. I want to make sure the food won't leak out my stomach." He snorted, again reminded of the wound through his side. In one side and out the other. It was always nice to see the sharp end of the spear come through the front of your stomach. A real coward must've stabbed him. Right in the back. How rude.

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(Hey Aussie- I feel kinda terrible for saying this, but Flash is with them. They're both safe and planning on drinking a bottle of champagne after supper, with Flash. Where you going lol? Sorry you had to write a book))

General Flash

(I know, I've been crying to KPH for a while. And we've decided that leo is the walking dead.)

Flash was enjoying this. He was back to himself and was with his friends. He heard Leo complain that he was hungry. 'What about fish?', Flash said with a mischevious grin. 'Master Mighty Mackeral, Sir Battered Barra and Mister Badass Bass?'.

(I now will not write a book for a few posts)

(You poor thing xD)

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Leo looked at Flash with a grin. "Hey, don't steal my name! Badass Bass is the name for my fish." He huffed jokingly, then stopped. "Oh crap- you meant EATING fish!? FLASH, HOW DARE YOU!" He yelped, wondering how he missed that.

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(Dis is the shortest post I've ever written)

Flash

'I'm joking Leo.', Flash told him as if he were speaking to a child. 'I was suggesting we start a bar fight with them. Badass Bass is actually from Glory'.

'Anyway', Flash said. 'Can you answer the question i've been trying to find the answer of for ages? How did you guys do it?'.

how tf would Flash know that I'm rapcoon? And no, West came up with that beauty xD

Also stop it, I type slow because I'm gobbling down cheez-its T-T

Leo rolled his eyes, the slightest bit annoyed, but he didn't show it. "I figured that, Einstein. Sarcasm." He pointed out, then scoffed, offended. Thoroughly offended. "I thought up that beauty of a name." He sniffed, then tilted his head. Slowly. "What?"