Flash Wallis

'For god's sake Ozark, call me Flash,' he said irritably. 'That's good! I'm quite fine but tired from the attack on the corrupted camps. We even caught Ammit, have you heard that?'

Flash signalled a messenger. Calling her over he told her to find Simara, Adder, and pass on a message that they would interrogate Ammit after he had a sleep. He told her to after telling Adder to go and find Glory and Leo for the same message.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory frowned slightly at Leo, and might've said something bordering on gentle, if not kind, to him, had Simara and Flash not been there. She grinned proudly at his next words and said, "Injured? As in... I successfully killed a good many brain cells? I think you owe me 25 bucks, my good man." Easy money, no torturing, no whacking, no maiming, nothing that she'd have found fun had he been someone else. She gave Flash the Glory equivalent of a horrified look, basically mildly shocked with a hint of something much worse underneath, then reminded herself of something very important. Irish Gaelic was VERY different from Glory's Scottish Gaelic, and Flash hadn't specified which one he knew, so it was perfectly possible he spoke the Irish dialect. She bid Flash farewell as he left, then grinned at Simara, in total agreement with Leo's words. Her grin only grew at the messenger girl's words, and she glanced at Leo, rather excited to demonstrate her interrogation - and psychological torture - methods. And maybe he could help, given his empathy powers. Glory was glad that she wasn't the one on the receiving end of Simara's annoyance this time, though she would be if Simara found out about who had caused Frogmageddon.

Flash Wallis

'Yeah, we have her,' Flash told Ozark. 'We're interrogating her in an hour.'

Flash bid Ozark goodbye and went to his room to sleep.

Forty minutes later he walked out of his room, refreshed and recharged. He was in a good mood, humming one of his favourite songs. Walking to the interrogation cells he mulled over the fact that Glory was not here yet. Knowing her she'd be preparing her poisons and torture devices. Flash relished the pain that Ammit would likely feel and mentally prepared himself. The fake version of himself. The scary, horrific, terrifying Flash Wallis that Ammit would be meeting today.

Flash Wallis

Flash dressed in his full battle armour, attaching his sword to his belt. He was an intimidating figure, stepping out of his room he found Adder. 'She's in the corrupted cells, the same one i put myself in,' Flash told her. He led the way, stopping in a secret room that he and the other generals as well as lieutenants used to discuss how the interrogation will go.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo didn't notice Glory's frown, having been more focused on troubling thoughts. He then glanced at her with a scowl. "Noooo, and the bet was that you could make me feel better about my sorry life, not kill my braincells. You did NOT earn anything more than a cent, bettler." He grumbled, his last word obviously German, as it had a sharp tang to it. "And you did not kill a good many. Maybe one or two." He added with a snort, though still a bit wary of Flash at this point. That was a baaaad sign. Glory's horrified look made him wonder what the hell she had said. "Was it really that bad?" He asked with a slight smile, though he was busy worrying about his own mushy statement. How embarrassing. He was supposed to be a battle hardened General, not a fluffy teddy bear with cotton candy for insides. However, his face lit up with the purest of pleasure at the messengers words. "Holy mackerel with roasted rattlesnakes on top and some jumpin' jackals on the side, I ain't interrogated someone for DAYS! Les go!" He all but exclaimed, jumping up about as fast as his injured leg and dizziness would let him. As SOON as he got outside he flipped into dragon form, taking off with a powerful beat of his ripped wings and shooting back towards Libodon. Finally, something interesting! As he landed he barreled towards the entrance, changing back into human form a split second before he was going to crash into the wall, then limping his way hurriedly into his room. A couple plant poisons and some outfitting later, he emerged in full battle gear, of course to seem more terrifying, although he didn't need help with that. Daggers strewn everywhere on his leather clad clothing, he rather joyfully limped to the chamber they were keeping Ammit, his expression not at ALL matching his clothing. As he entered the room where the other Generals were waiting, he offered a cheerful nod, but quickly his face became stoic- though he was still buzzing with excitement on the inside. "Alright, what's the plan? I have some creative plant poisons that I hesitated using as prank juice." He resisted a grin, his eyes sparkling dangerously. Not in a good joking way. In a rather murderous way.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"No, you said I only put brain cells out of commission when I asked if I killed too many, and then you thought I couldn't actually kill any, and I took it as a challenge, and you're terrible at haggling," Glory said, sort of hurriedly, as if she didn't say it quick enough she'd forget. "Wait, no, I was gonna make you feel better about your sorry life and kill your brain cells at the same time. Two birds with one stone." The sentence brought about a random thought; the meteor that killed the dinosaurs was likely the highest bird-to-stone ratio ever. She scowled as she caught his German word, one she recognized. It was one her father had used several times, Glory being the waif she was, scrounging for dropped coins. Jokes on Leo though, since he used the masculine term instead of feminine, which was 'Die bettlerin.' "Rude," She huffed. "Did too." She sighed and stared at the table for a moment before looking back up and saying, "Just a reverse insult. Only a little nicer." That was one way to put it. She laughed at his words, ones which Glory thought didn't belong in a coherent sentence together, and stood, following him outside. Finally, an opportunity to flex her interrogation muscles. She shifted into her dragon form and took off after Leo, already plotting different methods of getting information. She morphed back into her human form just before landing to avoid slamming any weight on her injured shoulder, which, annoyingly enough, stung more in dragon form. She ran to her room, skidding in the hallway as she almost missed the door, and changed her clothes into something a little better protected. Her methods weren't the safest for either party involved, hence the light cotton shirt, chainmail, and leather tunic over that. That'd at least protect against slashes, and partly stabs. Her legwear was much the same, with added steel-toed boots(Yes, they were invented in the 1930s, bear with me, I can only be so historically accurate).

She armed herself with an almost excessive amount of concealed weapons, including one of her favorites; a dagger, the blade around 6 inches long, wickedly sharp and serrated, like a great white shark's tooth. It gripped and ripped flesh like butter, and was terrifying when wielded well. The only reason she didn't use it more was that it was so HARD to sharpen, with all the little teeth. She grabbed a few of her preferred poisons and drugs, two of which were incredibly useful.

Scopolamine, derived from plants like Devil's Trumpet, can cause uninhibited talkativeness, along with sedation, amnesia, and even hallucinations in high doses. Then Sodium Thiopental, which while inducing anesthesia quickly and lasting only 5-10 minutes, it also slowed brain function, making lying harder, but not impossible(Both of these are true, mind you. My poor search history xD). Fully armed, she jogged to the chamber Ammit as quickly as possible, given the weight of chainmail, and met with the generals. She caught Leo's question, and the dangerous look in his eyes, and grinned almost predatorily. This'd be fun. "psycho-fucking-logical torment, that's my plan," She said.

(I have some REALLY good stuff planned for this >:3 I may need that straightjacket for myself, actually >>;)

(I am honestly a little worried about you, but I can't say anything- I'm having some disturbing thoughts as well xD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Not true, but okay. If you do both, I'll up it to 50. However, you need to kill more than 10, and make me feel better about my sorry life. Do it in 2 weeks, and I'll be impressed." Leo chuckled, then winced as she obviously understood the word.... however, he kind of expected it. "I meant Eine wirklich tolle Person überhaupt." He added sweetly, flashing a smile. He had pursepofully used it wrong- yes, he wasn't stupid enough to not know the difference- because he wanted to know how much she really did know of German. He needed to be careful about what insults he used.

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Back at Libodon, Leo glanced back as Glory approached, his wicked smile only growing wider. "I like that plan." He stated with a dark chuckle, internally musing about how insane he was. How could he ever take more joy in torturing people than in spending time with someone he cared about? Not that he'd ever done that, mind you. Plus, the ideas he had running through his mind made him wonder if he should stop worrying about if the straightjacket would fit Glory and maybe worry if it was a couple sizes bigger. "Heaven won't take me and hell didn't want me. No wonder I'm still alive." He mumbled under his breath. He then tilted his head, staring at the ground. "No... I believe the quote was: Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over." A faint... deadly smile flitted over his face. Dark and menacing, unlike anything that had Crossed his face before. All jokes aside, Leo was a terrifying character when he wanted to be. He wasn't very dominant in the fact that since Glory and Simara and Flash were all there, he'd probably step back and let them do more, but if he was alone with Ammit? You could probably hear the screams from miles away. Normally, with his loose button up shirts and ripped jeans from too much work, he usually didn't look like a menacing character- especially with his inviting, wide grin. However, this quickly changed as soon as he entered this room. Dressed in his battle armor with poison and weapons stored everywhere, his mind focused on torture, he was more like a killing machine and less like a joking teenager that wanted to spend some time with a girl.