This rp has literally taught me more than I learn in a year xD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Thank you. Finally, the credit I deserve." Leo grinned, though the slightest bit of worry spiked in his eyes at her dangerous look. What was she planning NOW. Sometimes it scared him what her brain could think up. Thankfully, what she said wasn't as disastrous as he was thinking. "I get the bag of hammers thing, but Glory, do you really think it'd be hard to identify myself? Have you ever met another human being that looked even remotely like me?" He chuckled jokingly, then rolled his eyes. "Yes, when I see a hog in a suit the FIRST thing I think is distinguished gentleman." He drawled sarcastically, immediately being able to tell she got the mild insult. He smirked, then shook his head. "Not even close. German is far more fun." He snorted at her Gaelic insult, recognizing it from his night at the bar in Scotland. That's how he learned plenty of Gaelic insults. "Oh mein liebster Freund, du hast keine Ahnung vom Ausmaß der deutschen Sprache. Arme Schönheit." He mumbled just loud enough for her to hear, his mouth twisted into an amused smile. Growing serious once more, he turned to look at Flash, nodding at Glory's words. He hadn't really known anyone for a long time, so he couldn't say he ever had a friendship like they did, but he could try and guess how true those words were.

(Same xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Right, you deserve it, "Glory drawled sarcastically. "Thankfully not, one of you is already more than the world can handle," She lilted, then frowned at his next words. "Well that's unfortunate, since that Darryl is very sophisticated. Arguably moreso than you, even." Darryl was, in fact, a member of high society, noted by his dashing taste in fashion. Glory grinned slyly and said, "Are you sure about that? We Scots have arguably the most colorful insults; eejit, bampot, feartie, gowk, nyaff, dobber, tube, munter, stoter, clipe, lavvy heid, wopper. The list is endless."(Mind you these are all real) She frowned at his German words, which made absolutely zero sense to Glory, and retorted in Gaelic, "Chan eil fhios agam dè thuirt thu." Which means "I have no idea what you just said." One of Glory's favorite Scottish insults was 'Munter', used to describe an unattractive person, followed by Wopper and Jakie, meaning a someone who's embarrassing to be around and a chronic drunk respectively. None of which she could rightly use against Leo. There were a few more she'd left off the list, but mainly because most just referred to a stupid person. Neebs would be a better one, since it usually means friends, but can be used sarcastically to insult someone's intelligence. Or radge, used to describe someone whe's acting wildy or dangerously foolish. Glory hadn't really thought much of it before, but holy moly did the Scots have a ton of rather colorful insults, though unfortunately most would be lost on people if used anywhere but her homeland.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo sent a playful glare her way, then grinned widely. "Thanks for the compliment." He winked, then barked a laugh at her words. He just had to- even though it hurt. "Glory, do you think there's a soul in this world, heaven, or hell that would EVER describe me as sophisticated? If so, you thought wrong." He chuckled. "Moreso than me, EVEN." He repeated her words with another grin. As she started rattling off Scottish insults, most of which he understood, he rolled his eyes. "Funny thing to be prideful about, but okay. You Scots have the best taste in insults." Leo snorted. "Ha, in Ihren Träumen, meine Dame. Die deutsche Sprache wimmelt von Beleidigungen aller Art. Obwohl Ihre Sprache viele Beleidigungen enthält, ist meine etwas Besonderes. Ich würde dich einen Idioten nennen, aber da du Beleidigungen zu verstehen scheinst, werde ich es versuchen. Du bist der schönste Mensch der Welt und ich wünschte, ich könnte sagen, dass ich dich mochte oder dass ich mich zumindest um dich gekümmert habe. mehr als ein Freund. Du bist großartig mit farbenfrohen Beleidigungen und so klug mit all den Philosophen, Städten und Sprachen. Ich wünschte, ich wäre mehr wie du." He pretty much spat out a bunch of German words, but his tone grew slightly more sincere nearing the end. She didn't seem to have any understanding of any words in German that weren't insulting, so he had kind of gone All out. "I'm sure the list is very endless." He answered with a faint smile, watching her for a moment before glancing at the wall again. Whether drunk and spewing secrets or just saying them in another language, he didn't think he'd ever be brave enough to say it to her face when she could understand him.

Flash

'Thank you guys. I hoped you wouldn't react the way one of my first-year friends did when he found out. You guys are the best.' Flash told them. 'Sometimes it bothers me though, not knowing either of my parents. You don't need to tell me but you guys knew yours right? And Leo for fucks sake, hurry up with the steak or i'll hold you down and force-feed you the fish I caught earlier!' To prove his point Flash walked over to the fish, picking it up, then wagging it under Leo's nose, as if he were teasing a child. 'I also agree that Leo is not sophisticated unlike Glory and I. And here in Aus we just have slang, don't really have too many insults unless you count 'blood cockroach', 'bloody idiot', 'bloody pommy' and a lot of other 'bloody this' insults,' Flash told Leo. 'And why are we giving him compliments and credit? He can have that when he gets me steak!'

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory shrugged slightly and said, "I give them where they're due, mo ghràidh." She used the Gaelic term of 'my dear' again since he already seemed to know it. "Hmm, sophisticated? Not likely. Tlachdmhor is more accurate," she lilted, grinning slyly. He may or may not know what that means, but even so, he probably wouldn't get what she meant by it. "Hey, we Scots have haggis, mythical creatures, bagpipes, scotch whisky, rain, and insults, most of which aren't popular with foreigners, so take your pick," She huffed, feigning indignance. She frowned slightly at his German words, only understanding a handful of them, though his tone told her it wasn't anything bad, at least. "Tha thu caran duilich, fhios agad. Mura robh thu ach leth cho math sa tha thu a’ coimhead, is dòcha gu robh thu air tuigsinn ron àm seo cho mòr sa tha ùidh agam annad agus a’ cur luach ort. Tha e gu math spòrsail a bhith timcheall ort, agus bu mhath leam barrachd ùine a chaitheamh còmhla riut." She shot back in Gaelic. Two can play at that game. Now if only she could work up the courage to say it in english. She smiled faintly at Flash, then paused at his question. "Well, my Ma's dead, been that way for 21 years now. I wish I didn't know my father, to be honest. Alcoholic and whatnot." She chuckled at his next words and said, "Sorry Flash, but I don't think any of us are particularly sophisticated. Except Darryl, of course." Whom had, unfortunately, returned to his natural state of non-existance before they'd entered the building, though Darryl would likely be a returning character, like Chad. "That's... a lot of bloody shit, wow," Glory said. "You can get steak, I don't think Leo will survive a trip to town."

(Just so y'all know I won't be on until Sunday night<3)

Flash

Flash smiled at his two friends argument in different languages. They didn't know that he knew every word they said, it wouldn't do for them to find out either. Flash's language abilities were something that he prised and generally kept to himself unless they were needed. 'Darryl is the definition of sophisticated,' Flash told Glory. 'That's another thing we have in common then, Glory, wishing that we had better fathers. And fuck no i'm not going into town. Let's just get the Academy's chef to cook us some steak'. Flash pondered if he should join in the language battle and decided that he would join in with some japanese. 'koibito tachi no leo to glory.' Flash shot back at his friends

(By Sunday night, I won't be on till the next Sunday, so this may be my last post for a while)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo smiled faintly at Flash. "I did know mine, but my father was the definition of a drunk ass, and my mother hated me. I was a mistake. I wish I hadn't known them." He said with fake cheerfulness, then winced. "I can't walk all the way into town. However..." He paused. He concentrated and there was a sizzle, a couple pops, and a cooked steak on a plate appeared. "Don't ask how that got here." He handed it to Flash with a snort. "Get your fishy fakeness away from me." He joked lightly, swatting at the fish before turning to both of them. "I'm glad you two think I'm not sophisticated. I don't want to be." He shuddered, then lifted his eyebrows. "That's a lot of bloody bloodies." He joked, then turned to Glory. Of course, he didn't recognize the word she used, though he guessed it wasn't a horrible insult. Or maybe it was. He grinned at her words, then tilted his head slowly, arching a brow. Of course she had to conquer his German with a slew of Gaelic words. He had absolutely no idea what she said, and her tone didn't really suggest it being happy praise. He sighed quietly at her words about her parents, having mixed feelings. "I won't make it. But there's your steak, Flash." He smiled cheerily, glancing out at the dark world. He could feel drowsiness setting in. He didn't want to leave, but sleep was just as important as company. Leo slowly stood, knowing he wouldn't be able to survive another night in this wretched place. "I'm going to turn in. Goodnight, Schnell." He spoke to Flash first, then to Glory. "Night, Schön." He then left, limping a little heavier than he wanted to be. After heading to his room, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until his muscles stopped screaming in agony, so he grabbed a case from under his bed and walked out. He needed to clear his mind, anyway. Leo limped down the halls as quietly as he could, heading just outside, but not going outside of 20 feet from the building. He didn't want to be anywhere near the woods. He lowered himself to the ground with a wince, leaning against the building. He then opened the case, pulling out the old guitar. Strumming the first few notes, he closed his eyes. "Lazy yellow moon comin' up tonigh shinin' through da trees... crickets are a'singin and da lightnin' bugs are floatin' on da breeze.. baby get ready..." He started singing, his already deep voice deepening even more and changing, the drawl easily coming out. Not so much you couldn't understand him, but just enough where he sounded like an old country singer. "Across the field where the crick turns back by de old stone road... I'm gonna take ya to a special place Dat nobody knows.. baby get ready." Sucking in a slow breath as his fingers slowly, fluidly moved from place to place to strike each note. "Oo-oo, you and me goin fishin in da dark, lyin on our backs and countin da stars where da cool grass grows... down by da river in da full moon light, we'll be fallin in love in da middle of da night, just movin slow... stayin da whole night through, feels so good to be with you..." Leo trailed off, opening his eyes to stare off into space. The only thing wrong with this song was that he wasn't with her. He stopped and changed notes, a completely different song, though he only played for a couple seconds. "God is great, beer is good... and people are crazy." He smiled faintly, then switched gears again. An upbeat country song came out this time, though he only sang the chorus. "I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels, girls who can dance you away from the devil, make my world spin round the way you do..." He trailed off, not bothering singing the other half of the chorus, because none of it was true. He was stupidely alone. "Halfway to heaven or halfway to hell, my angels and demons at war with myself. One foot in the fire and I still can't tell, am I halfway to heaven, halfway to heaven or hell..." another song, and he still hadn't found the right one. A song flowed into his mind, and came out onto the guitar. Not country, this time. More melancholy. Sad. "You burn so bright, I see stars.. the way you laugh, it's like a heavenly choir, you made me feel.. invincible, when you're with me, I can take on the world. You are a comet... and I lost it.... watching for comets, will I see you again? You burn so bright, you burn me up tonight." His tone was sorrowful, as it was true. "Slippin away, there's my chance, gone again, I saw it left, I'll never know, what you would've have said to me, why am I like this? You are a Comet, and I lost it... watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone, but they can't feel like this, how can I breathe with this burnin in my chest, you were gone so fast, I want you back... you are a comet, and I lost it... watching for comets, will I see you again? You slipped away so fast, left me breathless, you are there, but then again you're not... we're just friends, can I keep tellin myself this? Can I hold it in? Can I not go back? Can I let it slip away this fast? Is that bad? Why am I this scared? Nothing makes sense, so tell me dear, why you're a comet... and I lost it... watching for comets, will I see you again? You burn so bright... you burn me up tonight." His voice faded away as he stared at the sky like it might save him. No such luck. He had completely made up the lyrics and improved half the song, so it may not have sounded amazing, but he had needed to say something. Leo let out a long, low sigh. "How can I breathe, with this burning In my chest?" He asked himself with a faint, sad smile. Perfect words.

General Flash Wallis

Flash heard Leo turning in. 'Good night Leo, thanks for the steak. I was joking about the steak just so you know,' Flash told Leo's retreating back. However, a few moments later he heard Leo playing guitar and singing. It was a beautiful song and a talent that Flash had not known that Leo had. The song seemed to go on forever and Flash had a feeling that Leo was making it up as he went. Eh, he thought. That's how we do it, make it up as we go. Flash summed up what he knew about his friends and their families. Maybe this is one of the reasons that we are such good friends, we understand how each other feel about these problems. Flash knew that his mother was now dead but wished he could talk to her, to ask why she decided to leave him. Flash looked back at Glory. 'So what are we going to do for the rest of the night?,' He asked. 'Or do you want to sleep?'.

Hey guys<3 small problem, I won't be chronically online so much for the next few weeks- my house caught on fire thursday night, and while there's no structural damage, the entire living room needs to be redone, walls repainted, and a ton of furniture replaced.

there's a sign next to the front door from some city official that says 'Environmentally unsafe to occupy', so yeah. We'll probably be staying in an Air BnB for the next 6-8 weeks >.>

Good news though! Stepdad and brother put the fire out before it spread, we all got out safe, and the firefighters rescued 4 of our 5 cats :D One of the firefighters told me "your other cat is doing just great, we saw it and tried to catch it, but the cat ran upstairs, then back down." My family found the cat yesterday, unharmed, under the back porch :3

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so yeah, there you have it >.>

(I'd like to mention that Google Translate sucks with Gaelic, so a few words may change from how I meant them >>;)
Lieutenant Dwyer
"Oh yes, he's the role model for British nobility," Glory lilted. "Well, my dear-old-dad was... tolerable- about half the time. I just wish he hadn't sold my Ma's horses a few years after she died. Had a fine pair of Clydesdales; Dougal and Eilidh(pronounced Ay-lee), but my father didn't want to keep 'em after she died, so he sold them when we moved." She had fond memories of the gentle giants, and they were the reason she'd asked for a pony, to go riding with her Ma. Dougal was a big dark bay gelding, and his name meant 'Dark Stranger'. Eilidh was a slightly smaller flaxen chestnut mare, her name meaning 'Sunlight' or 'Radiance' in Scots Gaelic. She gave Flash a questioning look at his Japanese words. There was very little chance he spoke Gaelic- and the Scottish variant at that, but Glory was glad she hadn't said anything worse. "Mearachd mhath diabhal," She said in response to Leo saying he was a mistake. 'Damn good mistake.' She grinned proudly at his puzzled look and said, "No insults, don't worry." Her mind practically froze when he called her "Schön", one of the few German words she knew that wasn't an insult or curse, as it was one of her father's nicknames for her mother. She blinked a few times, trying to refocus herself, and looked back at Flash. "I- uhh... I'm off to bed. G'night," She said, standing somewhat slowly and heading down the hall and to her room, not paying much attention to anything- not that many people were out and about. They had the good sense to go to bed when it got dark. Glory, on the other hand, didn't have that good sense, and often stayed up pretty late. She'd much prefer to be nocturnal, but since most 'normal' people were diurnal, it'd only make things more difficult, so she settled for a less-than-ideal sleep schedule of about 12 am-5 am. In her room, instead of going to bed, since it was still 'early', she opened her window a few inches and sat down with her back against the wall below it, something she did rather frequently when going outside wasn't an option. After a few moments of enjoying the cool night breeze, she caught the sound of someone singing and playing a guitar outside. She recognized Leo's deep voice and southern drawl, and rested her head against the cold stone, closing her eyes and smiling faintly. She opened her eyes at the last line, a slightly puzzled look playing across her face. Interesting choice. She listened as he switched from song to song, as if he hadn't found the right one, before settling on something melancholy. She sat up a little straighter, listening more closely to his words, and sucked in a sharp breath toward the end, somewhat surprised by him. But, it reminded her of something. "I like that you're broken, broken like me, maybe that makes me a fool," She hummed softly to herself. "I like that you're lonely, lonely like me, I could be lonely with you." She stood slowly, leaving the window open a few inches, and flopped down on her bed, unable to sleep despite being so tired. Eventually she drifted off, thinking about Leo.