General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo stored away that little piece of information, always open minded about leaning more about the different languages. Still, Scottish Gaelic was not by any means an easy language to learn, and with all the German he had floating around up there, he probably ly wouldn't be able to learn even a little bit of another. He knew a little Spanish, and he could swear in almost any language- that didn't matter, though. Well, except for the fact that it was kind of funny what someone had said to him before. About a month before he left Texas, he was ... around 16, maybe, and someone said he had a vocabulary that would make a Sailor blush. At that time, he had noooo sense of holding back, so it was bad. With a father like his, he had learned a colorful array of words. By the time he was 20, he had realized that it wasn't the best idea to speak like that, but when he was 22 he learned about 39 different ways to say damn it, which honestly wasn't bad, but he hadn't completely abandoned the swearing. At her slur of words, he lifted his eyebrows slightly, not even bothering to ask what that meant. Most likely an insult. At her question, he barked out a light laugh, though it hurt and he told himself it was a bad idea to repeat. "No, not even close." He purposefully didn't provide any information on what he did think, as it wasn't relevant at the moment. "Aw, thanks. How endearing. I've always wanted to be told I'd make a good meal for hogs. You just made my dreams come true." He rolled his eyes, the sarcasm in his voice thick and heavy. A small smile flitted onto his face a couple seconds later. "Oh, I know I don't see like you, feline eyes." He teased. "I just meant, for a normal-ish vision impaired human, I see better than most. Everything is bathed in more hues of blue and silvery moonlight instead of blackness. There's always light coming from somewhere, no matter how small." He answered. "To me, the night looks a mixture of blues, with the highlights of the stars and moon, of course. I'm sure to your amazing vision it looks like an array of rainbows of color." He snorted, then looked over at Flash again with a wry smile. "Yep. I almost feel bad for him." He chuckled, then sent her a glare. "I'm not trying to poison you, I'm trying to feed you. Chill out. Sheesh, just can't except help." He grumbled, but brightened just slightly at the end. Hey, if the breakfast was prepared anywhere but by him, he was happy. "I'd be up for that. Question- do you know why I'd be up for that and I'd be down for that mean the same exact thing?" He inquired with a grin, heading more towards the infmary, as they had kinda decided not to eat, and he just wanted to sit down and not have to get back up again.

Flash Wallis

Flash went from drunk to sober and serious very quickly. 'I need to ask a question,' he told Leo and Glory. 'How much do you actually know about me? My background? Cause i think it's time i told you'. He gulped, waiting for a response. Flash felt his heart rate go up, this was one of his most protected secrets, one that only General Simara, who had brought him to this place, knew.

Lieutenant Dwyer

At his small change of expression regarding her Gaelic phrase, Glory, somewhat amusedly, told him, "Uill, tha sin mì-mhodhail just means 'Well, that's rude.'" When he didn't elaborate, it only made Glory more curious about what he had guessed. "What did you think- Vikings?" She asked, smiling slightly. Her grin only grew wider at his next words, and with a small flick of the wrist, she sent an illusionary hog rustling out of the forest, snuffling and snorting its way over to them. "Leo, Darryl. Darryl, Leo," Glory said, pretending to introduce them. "Leo, Darryl would like to confirm that you'd make a good meal." She was going to say something about his feline eyes comment, but another phrase caught her attention. "Vision impaired? Have all the head injuries affected your eyesight?" She asked, only somewhat teasing. Or maybe he'd meant it by comparison to Glory's vision, in which case he was wrong. It wasn't that everyone else saw poorly, it's just that Glory saw in some better ways, some worse- like bright light. Summer was the bane of her existence here, and she missed Scotland's more overcast weather. She glanced at Flash again and chuckled. "That's the biggest reason I don't drink all that much, I regret it afterward." She held her hands up in mock surrender at his glare, trying not to grin the slightest bit. "Hey, I appreciate that, but let me do the cooking, mo ghràdh," She said, rather bold with her Gaelic words. She dropped her hands and thought for a moment before saying, "We-ell, I don't know why, but I find that 'I'd be down' sounds a little more... resigned to something, whereas 'up for it' seems more eager." She looked at Flash as he spoke, then realized that in the nine or so years they'd been friends, neither had really talked about their pasts. "Flash, are you absolutely certain that this is something you want to tell us?" Glory asked. She'd rather hate to get drunk and spill her whole life story to some unsuspecting bystander.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo watched her for a moment, glad that she elaborated. He wouldn't have figured it out. "You're just going to have to get used to the confused looks if you don't stop taking in Scottish Gaelic." He snorted, then chuckled lightly. "Noo, not as extravagant as that. I was just wondering if your family wandered around a lot, using boats instead of other ways of transport." He answered. It was a rather drab reason- that's the biggest reason he hadn't told her exactly what he was thinking. It wasn't that interesting. "Why Darryl? You could've chose any other name! And nice to meet you, Darryl, but I'm not dead enough to be on the menu yet." He snorted heavily, not really believing his own words. His mind said he was far past dead, sooo. At her question, he shook his head slightly. "I mean, kind of, I guess, but not too badly. And that was a legitimate answer. I can't see half the time because the world was spinning." He joked- kind of joked. "I was just referring to the nighttime." Leo added, entering the building with both of them, then continuing onward as they spoke. He cast a suspicious look at her as she slipped into Gaelic once more, recognizing the words. He had stayed in Scotland for a couple weeks, and for some odd reason he heard a lot of 'my love' 'my darling' 'my precious' and other weird terms like that. He didn't react, deciding to flip it on her, mentally huffing. "I'm AMAZING at cooking meat, okay? Don't say no before you try it, lieber freund." He huffed aloud this time, then arched an eyebrow, genuinely curious about what she thought as it made absolutely no sense to him. Why didn't people just say, Sure? Or, I'm okay with that? Or, that'd be fun? Like, it didn't make sense. "Hm. Okay then." He replied in a musing tone, then turned to Flash, a little surprised. Gah, how had the switched from drunk drunk to serious drunk? Usually that happened slower. "What Glory said." He repeated.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"I could, orrr I could teach you some Gaelic," Glory replied. She thought momentarily before saying, "Well, to be fair, my Ma liked to travel quite a bit before..." She trailed off, not really wanting to say that she died. She brightened at his next words and laughed. "Darryl's a good name! Do you have beef with a Darryl or something?" Darryl snorted something that sounded like, "Hey." Glory frowned slightly at his answer. "That's uhh... interesting." She bit her lip at his suspicious look, thinking, Shit, of all the words he knows, that's one of them? Since his German phrase wasn't, apparently, not an insult, she wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but she had her guesses. "I never said you weren't, leannan. I just said I prefer fresher meat," She lilted. He might know that one, too, but oh well. "Hey, if I invented it, it'd be a hell of a lot better." Her attention flitted back to Flash, and her mind was already running through every possible thing he could say next, and she quickly shut it all out.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"You know, for all your talk about me being an idiot, you seem to act like I'm the smartest man in the world. Always mentioning random things, like tiny villages and long named philosphers, then expecting me to know who it is or where it is. Now you want me to learn more of another language? Goodness, stick to one side or the other!" Leo grinned, though it faded rather quickly as she spoke again. For most people, it was hard to talk about the death of a parent- for him, he had to try and not talk about it with joy, but he was different in many ways. He felt the slight sadness coming off of her in waves- emotions were always in waves, whether they were gentle and small or crashing torrents. "As a matter of fact, I do have beef with a Darryl. He was the dumbest ranch hand we ever had, no offense to the hog." He snorted right back, much more indignantly. The next thing he did was make a mental note to learn all insults and things like my dear in Gaelic, as he had a feeling the information would help traumatize him, and who didn't like to be traumatized? He did vaguely recognize the word she used next- it clicked more quickly when he searched his mind for what he guessed it was. It honestly set parts of his brain rather haywire, but again, this is where the hiding emotion came in handy. His expression didn't change at all, except to react to her English words. "Pfft, what's wrong with eating meat that might just kill you?" He scoffed jokingly, snorting quietly. Leo then decided the conversation could be taken into the infirmary, as he was about ready to drop dead. He entered the doorway to the white room, wishing he had sunglasses, and almost immediately collapsed onto his bed with a half groan of pain and a half sigh of relief.

(I like to think Leo has his own bed with his name on it from the sheer amount of times he's been in the infirmary xD Oh, and I'd like to note- I used St Abbs' modern name(changed in 1890 I believe) so y'all can look it up on Google Maps, but before that, it was known as Coldingham Shore. Aberdeen has been called that since at least the 12th century and (as of the 17th century, my estimate of the period) the population was 8k - 10k :3)

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Lieutenant Dwyer

"Alright, fair enough, St Abbs is smaller than your ego, but still, you ought to know of at least some philosophers. It's not my fault that sometimes you seem like a box of rocks, while others I think you may have taught classes somewhere, "Glory sniffed indignantly. At his next words, Glory chuckled and gave hog Darryl a monocle, a long beard, and a nice suit. "There, now you have one smart Darryl and one that's a potted plant short of a vegetable." She rolled her eyes at his comment, saying, "Nothing at all, asal balbh, unless you happen to value being alive." Asal meaning 'donkey' and balbh meaning 'mute' or 'unable to speak', so loosely translating to 'dumbass'. She let poor Darryl and his monocle disappear as she followed Leo into the infirmary, sitting down on a bed across from him. She had no plans to stay here again another night, WAY too bright, plus the staff never seemed to sleep- couldn't really, given that people didn't resrict their injuries to daytime hours. That'd be too easy. Glory had a somewhat amusing thought- they all probably sat around waiting for Leo to come back, making bets on how he'd be injured and drawing straws to determine who got to take care of him. Again.

General Flash Wallis

'You guys deserve the truth,' Flash admitted. 'This is going to sound hard but half of my genes are corrupted. I'm not, i was but you guys saved me so you deserve to know. I was only truned because i have corrupted genes. My mother was on our side, a truly great warrior, or so i've been told. My Mum, like i am right now got drunk at a bar, and it seems a corrupted guy decided that he would try to cause our army internal grief. Nine months later my Mum is gone, just after i was born. I've never met her. Simara looked after me a bit and here I am now.' Flash paused. 'I've never actually told or talked to anyone about this. I thought you two deserved to know seeing that you stopped me becoming corrupted'. Flash looked down at his own feet, his story finished, hoping that his friends wouldn't bolt as soon as they knew this.

He totally should xD. After this, they just need to smack a nameplate on there LOL

My gosh, I feel like Leo, just trying to research all of these things and not act like an idiot xD. At least I knew where Aberdeen was))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"I have known some of the philosophers! All of them, actually! I've untangled your mess of words and actually understood- give me credit!" Leo grinned, then rolled his eyes. "Just start thinking about it being in the middle- I'm not a box of rocks, thank you very much, but I don't know EVERYTHING either." He snorted, sounding amused. He then glanced over at Darryl, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That looks so much worse. My eyes hurt." He scoffed, waving his hand in front of his face. He was going to answer in a joking way to her next words, but the pit in his stomach whispering that he didn't value being alive held him back slightly. Yeesh. Couldn't life be less complicated? "You can just call me a dumbass in English, unhöfliche frau." He rolled his eyes, just using German at this point to make her wonder what he was saying, if she didn't recognize it. Leo wasn't going to stay here for too long, but a lonely part of him reminded him that if they go to their own rooms, they wouldn't get to talk to each other again until he got his lazy butt out of bed and got out of the room. He sighed quietly at the thought, leaning heavily against the wall and staring at the ceiling. His head was swirling with thoughts, and he could barely even listen to his surroundings anymore. He was too busy thinking. Too deep of thoughts. Far too deep. As Flash started speaking, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind, looking back at the man. His eyebrows twitched up slightly, and surprise showed in his eyes as Flash spoke. He stared for a couple moments, processing, before speaking. "Flash, I haven't known you for too long, but you are one of the greatest Generals I've ever met. You are Flash Wallis, and it doesn't matter if you have Corrupted genes. Genes don't determine your personality. You are sweet and kind and always willing to help others. Always loyal. That's the real Flash- your personality is what shapes you, so I don't see anything different." He said quietly, hoping that didn't sound way too... weird.. or... unhelpful.

(I mean- you did learn something new at least xD I spent about 20 minutes on Google Maps looking at Scotland trying to pick a town lol)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Oh alright, I admit, it is rather impressive the amount of random shit I bring up that you actually know," Glory said, then grinned almost dangerously. "No, not a box of rocks. You're more of a bag of hammers. Even though somehow you know who Nostradamus is; I wouldn't expect you to be able to identify yourself in a mirror." She scowled at his insult to poor Darryl and retorted, "Is not worse! He's a distinguished gentleman." She frowned at his German words, recognizing 'rude woman', one of her father's milder insults. "But it's more fun in Gaelic, plus you learn a new insult, amadan mì-mhodhail," She retorted, using a phrase meaning 'rude/disrespectful idiot'. As Flash spoke, Glory watched him curiously, and when he finished she said, "Flash, I've known you for almost 10 years, there's nothing you could ever say to make me think any different of you. You're still the same Flash you've always been, Corrupted genes or not." Leo pretty much summed up everything Glory had thought, and was absolutely right in every way.