Lieutenant Dwyer

"Nope," She agreed. He'd never eat anything that wasn't really food. "Oh no, he needs to see this with both eyes," Glory said with a chuckle. "Nobody said you can't. Do what you want, no great loss," She said, casting a look to the Corrupted that was comparable to the way one looked at a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of one's shoe. She watched as Leo crushed the poor man's arm in one hand and said, "His other arm would look mighty fine if it bent the other way, I have a friend for that."

The door opened, or rather, appeared to. It was still locked. A group of people walked in, the door creaking shut behind them. They stood in a group, a man and a woman shoulder-to-shoulder at the back, with two younger teenage boys in front. Their expressions were blank and placid, they all had the same shade of dark hair and wore matching white button-down shirts with nave blue pants. As they walked, they seemed to float over the ground in a spectral manner, their arms not moving in the slightest. They all looked on with glassy-eyed nothings. They didn't really have eyes; it was more like white globes with accidental spots. The Corrupted's blood was pouring out on the floor, and they daintily stepped over the puddle. They did so in a strange manner, having one of the front "people" lift its legs straight out, seemingly levitating in the air.
But that's when the imitation of humans broke. As it got closer, it seemed to let go of its mimicry. One of the two front people split in half, revealing a set of arachnid legs the same color as their hair.
Impossibly tall and thick legs, hiding an all-black creature with dark, beady eyes. They'd been there all along; folding into vertical rows, acting as the back row's shirt buttons. They unfolded like origami, wordlessly tearing themselves apart, breaking whatever image the Corrupted had of it, revealing a creature stretching out to its full size; easily breaking 9 feet tall with arms in every direction. Each leg was camouflaged as half a person, which, when put together, would create the appearance of a group of four.
Fake bodies, nothing more than membrane and skin, writhed back and forth; morbid appendages. It was petrifying, staring into the slight reflection of eight eyes, arranged into two perfect columns of four. White-clothed arms unfolded into mandibles, creeping closer.

Glory had an extra trick up her sleeve, she could make the darkness solid, much in the same fashion as Romanov, and layer illusions over it. Generally, it wasn't a perfect look, as the darkness gave things a certain cold, almost foggy appearance, though in this case that was what she wanted. She leaned heavily against the wall, her eyes unfocusing slightly as she filled the monster, what she fondly called the Four's-a-Crowd, with darkness, imagining it filling up every nook and cranny in the monster's body. It grabbed the Corrupted's remaining good arm above and below the elbow, and inverted it. With a sickening snap and a shriek, his arm was now bent in the wrong direction. The Four's-A-Crowd released the man, and Glory let go of the darkness that gave it its solid form, returning it to just an illusion. It shrunk back into a corner, watching the Corrupted carefully.

"Much better!" Glory said gleefully.

(I can't tell if I'm reading this with delight shining in my eyes or terror and thankfulness that Glory isn't a real character XD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo all but grinned in glee as the illusions started. He ended up fading into the background, just watching the scene play out, a low chuckle or two radiating out as the Corrupted thrashed around and tried to get out, to get away. The snap was absolutely perfect, and he was impressed that Glory was able to solidify the darkness for long enough to perform the maneuver. He clapped slowly, emerging from the shadows that wreathed the corners. "Much, much better." He agreed, his eyes sparkling. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, verlorene seele." He whispered in the Corrupted's ear. "Be thankful it isn't just me in here." He added, too quiet for Glory to hear, then pulled away. He didn't want to reveal his 'secret' power to Glory quite yet, as it could be useful to him later on. However, he did twitch his fingers, then curled his hand into a fist. Internally, the man's lungs were squeezed until he couldn't breathe. He whipped his head back and forth, his mouth gaping, trying to breathe but failing. Right before Leo could sense the guy's lungs were about to explode, he loosened his fist, still standing a couple feet away, back near Glory. The Corrupted wheezed for air, a begging expression on his face. Leo then began twisting the emotions of the Corrupted, tossing them back and forth like they were mere playthings. Agitated and overwhelmed, the man let out a strangled scream. "I wonder why they don't realize that this is going to happen. So naive. Perfect plaything." He grinned, his eyes lighting up with almost real fire for a moment. Heaven didn't want him and hell was afraid he'd take over- his new favorite rather true quote. He guess he had his father to thank for that.

(Welp, Glory's based partly off of yours truly, so be glad that I'm in CA xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory grinned proudly at her work and said, "I think I can do better than that." She had a few ideas, but the Four's-a-Crowd was quite the work of art, if she did say so herself. She watched as he whispered something to the Corrupted, then seemed to strangle him from the inside telekinetically. Impressive. "Naive is putting it nicely, these shitweasels are downright moronic," She said with a snort. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. The Bone Collector.

A tall, skeletal figure rose from the back corner of the room, where discarded who-knows-what remained. Its bones clicked and scraped together ominously as it stood, slowly walking with an odd, shuffling sort of gait toward the Corrupted, who could just barely see The Bone Collector out of the corner of his eye. It drew nearer, sounding like macabre windchimes of death, and stooped over the man, showing its ghastly head fully. It was made of the bones of the dead, randomly constructed from them- a femur here, a rib there, a humerus somewhere else. It had something that resembled antlers arching up from its skull, made of whatever 'spare parts' it had. As it lowered its head, it whispered, "Miiiiiiine," almost like a groan. It seized the Corrputed's wrongly-bent arm, causing the already terrified man, pale with fear and sweating rivers, to shriek and squirm, thrashing against The Bone Collector's grip, but to no avail. The Bone Collector only seemed to grow more agitated, and it squeezed tighter to the man's arm and let out a long, low, "Miiiiiiiiiine!" With one sharp yank, it tore the Corrupted's arm right out of its socket, cartilage and ligaments ripping audibly. The man howled louder with pain, involuntary tears running down his face. The Bone Collector, arm in hand, stood up to its full height, taller than Leo, and stripped the flesh off of the severed arm, using its ivory claws to tear it. "Yoouuurs," It drew out, dropping the raw meat on the Corrupted's lap and adding the blood-soaked arm to its own figure, growing its collection.

Through all of this, Glory was, admittedly, struggling a bit. This was just as elaborate as the Four's-a-Crowd, if not more so. Her face was pale and blank, eyes almost unseeing, and she couldn't keep herself upright entirely on her own, still leaning on the wall. The Bone Collector, now pleased, shuffled back to the corner it came from, darkness falling away, and it collapsed into a pile of bones, the newest addition on top of the pile. Most of the bones were illusion, so they merely disappeared, though a few were real, and taken from that corner, using darkness to hold everything together. As the illusion and darkness faded away, the color returned to Glory's face, and she shook her head a little, trying to be rid of this strange, almost distant feeling. That usually happened when she did something like this, and she didn't particularly enjoy it.

"There," She said proudly. "Perfect."

(I'm so freaking proud of my Bone Collector xD)

(I love it- we can be psychotic together!

I'm amazed at your creativity. I need to take literal classes XD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Better than that..." Leo let the words trail off, already racking his mind. He was rather useless with illusions, so all his work was done internally. Or physically, one or the other. "We should force feed him a monkey's ass!" He exclaimed cheerfully, his gaze snapping to the corner as a bony figure arose. It was quite impressive, and even if Leo tried, he could never keep it up that long. Or do something that intricate. It was perfect. He couldn't help but let out a hiss of happiness as the Corrupted uttered gurgling cries of pain. Leo still didn't let the guy breathe all the way- that would be boring. It was quite amusing watching his sworn enemy be slowly torn apart by his only friend. However, a quick glance at Glory filled him up with overrunning concern. He usually would never get distracted from the torturing, but the pale, ghostly look on her face made his blood run cold. He could only imagine how this would affect her. If he was around people with far too much emotion for too long, it was like he turned into a shell, like all his emotion got sucked out of him... once In his life he almost got too far gone. He faded into a shred of himself, and it had scared him, especially when he regained consciousness 4 weeks later. If they weren't trying to terrify someone, Leo would be at her side yelling at her to stop, fear lacing his voice. But he didn't, trying to trust she knew how far she could Go. His Jaw tightened, especially when he saw that the guy was about to faint. They would be useless. Plus, he was irritated Glory would push herself so far, and he wanted to take that irritation out on the man. He clenched his fists, then let himself just.. blink away for a second. Meld into the shadows. In that second, he slowed time down, mustering his energy. He then sped time up for just him and the man. Long, razor sharp metal slid out of his knuckles. He merely flicked his wrist, swiping at the air, and the man screamed in pain, blood already gurgling out of his mouth. Leo was internally Tearing apart the guy's insides, as they obviously weren't going to say anything more. After the Corrupted's organs were thoroughly shredded, Leo stepped forward and sank the claws deep into the guy's heart, baring his teeth, which had sharpened into fangs. "Say hi to your Corrupted friends for me." He hissed, twisting his fist. The man died within seconds, and Leo loosened his hold on time, the claws sliding back into his hands, his teeth turning back to normal. As the darkness disappeared and time returned to normal, he stood in the same place he had before, the only two differences being that the Corrupted was dead and bloodied, and his knuckles were stained with blood.

(You guys probably won't be on but i'll most likely be on at midnight GT due to footy today.)

(Lmao yes xD

My secret is that I listen to Lighthouse Horror all the time. Best creepypasta narrator on YT :3

yup, no worries aussie<3 I know you've got a life outside HEE c;)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Wayy better," Glory confirmed. She was growing quite fond of The Bone Collector, in all honesty. "Where do we even get a monkey's ass?" She asked. Now that was a question for the ages, and she wasn't sure she wasn't to know. Creating, moving, and solidifying the Four's-a-Crowd and The Bone Collector back-to-back like that was, admittedly, rather difficult, though not touching the boundaries of her endurance. Yet. If she rested a few minutes she could, relatively safely, do another. The first difficulty was coming up with new designs, having to plan out how the limbs attach to each other and move, the texture of the flesh - or bones - followed by filling them with darkness. Now, if she were to have the physical form already planned out, it'd be easier, but The Bone Collector at least had been a spontaneous thought. Sometimes she'd draw them, revising them a few times before actually using them, making it much easier. Otherwise, they might end up a little off, not moving correctly or limbs not attached properly. Although The Bone Collector turned out marvelously.

Glory looked between Leo and the now-dead Corrupted- hadn't he been alive a second ago? Something wasn't adding up, and she was pretty sure it wasn't just because she felt like her consciousness wasn't fully aware it was bound to a mortal body. Blood was flowing from the Corrupted's mouth and there were stab wounds in his chest, along with blood on Leo's hand. Okay, that REALLY didn't make sense. "How... what'd... how'd you do that?" She asked, an almost dreamy quality to her voice. Her mind still felt... detached. Floaty. Like an out-of-body experience. She shook her head again, trying to get rid of that feeling, though it didn't completely leave. "Do you want to grab another?" She asked, though it felt like she was half asleep. Frustrating, to say the least. That was why this method had very few combat merits.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo glanced back at her, composing himself quickly before wincing slightly. This may have been a bit of a risk- he trusted Glory, of course, but he was reluctant to let anyone know about his .... deformalities. Or power. He could see she was confused, which Made him the slightest bit proud, but also a little wary. Especially because she still didn't seem all there. "I'll explain .. later." He needed a time to think up not a lie. "You don't look so delightful. Let's NOT do another, and instead go think about different torturing methods." He hinted at resting without saying it, guessing it may make her irritated. Then again, he did it partially for himself- the little show had taken a little bit out of him, and his eyes were blurry. He kind of guided her out of the room, heading towards an empty looking common room. He rubbed his knuckles as he walked, gritting his teeth. Slits in his knuckles, over each one, were still bleeding profusely, and stinging in a very irritating way. He grumbled something in German under his breath, possibly saying something along the lines of 'that was unnecessary and stupid and now you're going to pay the consequences', but he was mostly worried about Glory. She wasn't even walking straight.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Mkay, later then," Glory agreed. It felt strange, as though she were tugging her mind along behind her on a balloon, and one good yank would bring it back down, or she'd wait for it to deflate again and behave. "But it's so fuuun," She complained, although the idea of taking a break for a few minutes sounded nice. She let Leo guide her to another room, head lowered slightly as she watched the gaps in the brick floor pass under her in wavy lines- or maybe it was her that wasn't moving straight? Hard to say. She looked up to see a rather furniture-barren room, and Leo rubbing his hands and muttering something. Wordlessly, she gently took his gloved hands in hers, carefully examining them. His gloves were torn across each knuckle and were slowly turning more red as he bled through them. She didn't exactly trust herself to articulate a proper sentence the way she wanted to, so instead looked up at him with a mix of concern, curiosity, and questioning on her face. How he did that, she had no guesses, aside from it being related to what he'd agreed to tell her later.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo grew increasingly worried as Glory just agreed- how loopy was she!? Any other day she would argue her head off until he finally gave up. Or didn't, depending on the argument. She wasn't walking straight, or really talking straight, and now he was concerned. Like, really concerned. He knew she'd PROOOBABLY be fine but that was no where near good enough for him. In his worry, he failed to realize he was looking worried, and failed to see her turn to him until she had grabbed his hands. He couldn't help but flinch slightly, really just a driven habit. Somewhat because of the little sharp stabs of pain through his hands, but mostly because of his past. He wasn't a scared person, but habits were hard to get out of. Whenever he used to get hurt doing something stupid as a kid, his father would punish him more, usually by making the wound worse. At her look, he smiled faintly. "It isn't as horribly cryptic as you think." He finally said. "It's just my other Major power. For limited amounts of time, of course, I can use anyone's power I have seen and experiences. Very much limited to what I know of exactly, and exactly how to do it, but that part doesn't matter. This was just one of my simple tricks for when I get slightly irritated. Shape-shifting. This time I kind of just added on a couple things, but it ain't no illusion." He explained quietly. "And the wounds'll heal, don't worry about that. I'm honored you care, though." His smile didn't really reach his eyes, but it was real enough. He didn't want her worrying over something so minor.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory lightly and absentmindedly rubbed her thumbs across the backs of his hands as he flinched. She tilted her head slightly at his explanation, thinking for a moment before saying, "Hmm, no, not cryptic. Very useful." Arguably one of the most useful abilities, though she could see why he didn't use it all that much. She looked down at his hands one last time, then back up at him and said, "Of course I care. You're important to me." She let go of his hands, and figured that while he probably wouldn't take proper care of his wounds, they at least weren't too bad. Far from the heart. Plus, it looked like the bleeding was slowing already, so that was good. Still, pretty much nay time he used his hands, the cuts would likely open up again, but that was something to bug him about later.