(pfffft nawww. Though I'm definitely I little messed up in the head, that's a topic for a different day)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Wow, you're really banking on my skill - or lack thereof," Glory said, smirking. This would be EASY. $50 and a whole 2 weeks to do it, there was little challenge in that. Aside from Glory's own psychological shortcomings, that is. She frowned at his german words, though she was pretty sure it wasn't an insult. His tone and smile made that apparent, though maybe that was just what he wanted her to think.

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At the academy, Glory matched his evil grin with her own, her mind busily cooking up the most mind-bogglingly horrifying monstrosities conceivable. "Oh, you wouldn't if you knew what was coming," She purred, a deadly edge in her voice, and she snickered. She had something in mind that had been in the works for quite some time, something she liked to call the Four's-A-Crowd. Truly a work of art, rivaling the nightmares of the most deranged occupants of insane asylums. And it was only something she did for fun, coming up with these things. An acquired taste; learned behavior, born partly of necessity and partly of fury, grief, and sorrow. It was easily possible to believe that she was entirely off her rocker, but no; everything she did was completely voluntary. She could stop at any time she liked, though chose not to. Who else would - or could - do what she did as well as she did it?

(Ask KPH about 'little calf shite's' ok?)

Flash Wallis

Flash watched as Glory and Leo stepped into the room. 'Nice of you to join us,' Flash said. 'This is my interrogation, right? I talk and interrogate, you two little calf shites are just there to breathe Ammit's oxygen and terrify the shit out of her.'

Flash pulled out few tables from the collection in the hidden room, passing them to Glory and Leo. 'Take these ok?,' Flash said. 'They stop you getting docile and dopy with what we're gonna spray in the room'.

(I am a little confused here..xD)

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Killing the braincells part isn't as easy as you think. I've had traumatizing experiences try and kill them for years now, and they always recover. Eventually." Leo answered with a slight smile, though it was a confident one. Both tasks were mildly difficult, especially the make him feel better about his sorry life one. He believed she could kill a couple braincells, though he wasn't really looking forward to how she managed to do it.

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Leo glanced at Glory, wondering if he looked that deranged, and was about to open his mouth to add onto some mind boggling ideas when Flash spoke. "- w- n- Flash! You can't just push us out like that! What good is standing around like a beluga whale and BREATHING someone's AIR. Like, Oh God, no, all my air's going to be gone soon! Whatever shall I do! And oh, my, those two lumps of coal in the corner look SOOOO terrifying! I just need to spew out all my secrets so they won't STARE AT ME." He exclaimed, his voice raising to a higher pitch as he faked Ammit, crossing his arms over his chest with a growl of unappreciation, forgetting about the fact he had a lot of Broken ribs. "Docile and dopy my ass, what's the point of being in there if we just lay around like constipated frogs? Accidentally sneeze and startle Ammit into telling us her every secret?" He grumbled, his mood immediately cast down into the depths of hell.

(Whyyyyy lol))

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"You've put more brain cells out of commision than I'm willing to admit, but how many you killed hovers around the times I've worn a dress." He scoffed.

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Leo glanced at Glory with a huff. What he was saying was NOT funny. When he got irritated, he just happened to speak more like he used to... southern accent, weird words, and all. "Wheesht. Don't insult my word usage." He used the word almost perfectly, actually getting the pronunciation of it... spot on. "Glory IS good at this, and I am too, beg your pardon." He sounded indignant now. "You may have brought Ammit it- mind you, if I had been at Libodon when you left, I would've helped- but we've all been chasing her for a while. We've all fought with her. You bet me a monkey's ass that I ain't backin' down now. I am quite ready to give her a taste of the edge, then shove her over." He stated firmly, distaste dripping in his voice.

(I dunno lol. I'm making cow greyscales for him :3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Oh, are those things directly correlated?" Glory asked slyly. Another brain cell killing method.

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She grinned proudly at his use of the word she'd taught him, this time not a mentally unstable smile. "Wouldn't dream of it. I never thought I'd hear 'frogs' and 'constipated' in the same sentence," She said. She snorted at his words, monkey's ass, and thought it was almost as good as 'shitweasel'. Not quite, mind you, but close. Although, it was a little hard to take him seriously with all his random words, but how well he could put two unrelated things together and have it still make some amount of sense was something of a mystery. "Can you explain a few things, please?" She asked. "Mainly how beluga whales stand, the difference between constipated and regular frogs, and the value of a monkey's ass?" It was hard to ask these without laughing, but somehow Glory managed.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Killing braincells and making someone feel better are usual NOT, but knowing you, anything could be." Leo rolled his eyes.

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"Well I neverthought I'd learn Scottish Gaelic insults, but here we are." He huffed, casting a glare at Flash, still mainly focused on the problem at hand. .... until she asked him about his choice of words. He turned back to her with a slightly amused look, though he tried to scowl and hide the amusement. "Miracles happen when I speak, just accept it. The difference is what I want it to be. That's for me to know and you to never find out." He answered all three of her questions quickly with a completely straight face. Maybe his angry slew of southern phrases weren't helping get the point across. "And if you want to ask questions, explain to me what a shitweasel is." He added with a snort. He was beginning to feel the pain in his ribs, but he refused to uncross his arms, as he was still irritated.He glanced at Flash a second later. "That SERPANT has almost taken important things away from all of us, and she has killed so many of our fellow comrades. The audacity you must have to think just because you brought her in means she's all yours- must be through the roof. I mean no disrespect, Flash." Leo paused, his voice a little cold. "But I am extremely unhappy with your decision."

(I need this to wait for like 2? days, sorry guys. At school and footy tomorrow.)

(So aussie, you'll be back on your monday/my sunday? That'll give me some time to gather inspiration for more horrifying creatures and catch up on art :3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"You'll be learning a lot more if I don't scare you off," Glory said, grinning, then frowned at him. "That doesn't answer any of my questions!" Glory huffed. "How damn much does a monkey's ass cost?!" She all but barked at him, scowling. This was very important information! For what, she didn't exactly know, though the value of a monkey's ass was definitely important, especially if one was betting with them. "Well, do you want the literal or figurative definition?" The literal being from a book, in which humans who eat an alien virus called 'byrus' grow an alien weasel in their bowels. When it gets too big, it bursts out of their butt, resulting in a rather unpleasant situation(Dreamcatcher by Stephen King). In the corporate world, it refers to someone who stabs others in t the back, denies responsibility, and blames them for the harm. As a general insult, it's used for someone who shows weasel-like characteristics, such as a lack of respect or deceitfulness. She was a little surprised at his tone and didn't think it suited him much at all.