General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo laughed. "Your bad. And your favorite for last, eh? I can't wait to hear it. Just aim it away from me and towards the drunk idiots that'll never remember." He laughed, then smiled. "So, I admit it, you are my sun. Now get 93 million miles away from here." He smirked, then scowled. Scowled in a rather ... charmingly adorable way. "I have THREE still alive thank you very much." He huffed, running a hand through his already wild hair. "Yikes, lay off." He teased. "It was a joke, Dwyer." He added with a roll of his eyes, then headed into the town. He took a sharp right into main street, where a building stood, and clamoring came from inside. "Here we are." The building was bustling, but it wasn't horrible- not as bad as he had seen it before. He walked over to the bar, sitting down. "Beer." He needed it if he wanted to acruly smack someone with a fish

Lieutenant Dwyer

"But where's the fun in that? It's a waste of one hell of an insult, and it's hilarious! They won't appreciate it as you will," She quipped, grinning, then acted hurt at his insult, one hand pressed to her chest. "Oh, rude! Y'know, you're just like a Russian nesting doll- full of yourself," She shot back with a smirk, then tried to frown and failed. "Since when did you call me by my last name, Anubis?" She said, almost fighting with her face to get it to behave. She followed him inside and sat next to him, asking the bartender for ale.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"The fun- it's to save my sanity!" He complained, then scowled again. "Excuse you, I don't APPRECIATE being made fun of." He huffed with an eye roll on the side. His face twisted as he attempted not to laugh at her next words, but he failed miserably, snorting out some laughter. "Even salad can dress better than you." He smiled sweetly, looking amused as her face twitched. She must've been trying SO hard not to smile. It almost looked painful. "Since 3 seconds ago. Didn't you here?" He asked with a fake-ly concerned look. "Are you going deaf? Mineswell make sure you take out your node while your at it- these fish stink." He wrinkled his nose, the insult flying away in the wind as he had to bring the attention to the fish. "I prefer fists." He finally added, looking rather grateful when he saw it was in fact Coors. His favorite. This bartender had seen him enough to know he liked to pop his own tops off the bottles, so it always got delivered with the top on. For some reason, he had always done it himself. Probably pride. In any case, after he popped the cap off, he took a sip, savoring the flavor. How long had it been? A couple weeks, now? In any case, he didn't really need it at ALL to want to smack people with a dead fish- he couldn't drink that much, anyway, unless he had a couple hours to kill. He tended to sip slowly. As expected, after a mere 3 minutes, this buffed out guy with alcohol on his breath came lumbering up. "Eh- why do you two stink so horribly? Fix it or get out, my sense of smell is failing." The guy huffed irritably.

(I couldn't type for a solid 2 minutes, just sitting here laughing, wondering how the actual hell we got them here xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory grinned slyly and quipped, "That implies you were sane to begin with, yet you agreed to do this with me! Besides, I'm not making fun of you, I'm roasting you, big difference." She tried to match his scowl, still failing, and shot back, "Your biscuit's not done in the middle, but you're not stupid, you just have bad luck when it comes to thinking." She sipped her drink slowly, more so here just for the novelty of fish-slapping than the drinks. After a few short minutes, some drunk goober approached, and Glory bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Oh, my bad, must be this you're smelling," She said as she stood, and swung the fish by the tail in a wide arc into the guy's face with a satisfyingly wet thwack, and he stumbled backward into -wouldn't ya know it- another drunkard, who promptly took a swing at Fish Face.

I bet only us and a couple choice people could possible ever get to this scene XD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo tried to hold it in, again, but he got the same result as last time. Why did he even try. "You're quite right. I haven't been sane since... I can't remember when. And save your roasting for when I'm drunk and can't remember, if you have to do it to me." He joked with a wide grin, then rolled his eyes. "Bad luck when it comes to thinking. What a sweet way to put that." He drawled sarcastically, taking another sip of his beer before ALMOST spewing it all over as Glory literally smacked the guy in the face with the fish. I mean, he was expecting it, but he wasn't at the same time. He hadn't given her enough credit. In less than three seconds, five guys were in the floor, there were two broken tables, two men were threatening Leo and one more was advancing on Glory. He wondered for a split second if this may have been a bad idea, then dismissed the silly thought and proceeded to whack both the guys across the face. "Merry christmas!" Was the last thing that came out of his mouth before he was 100 percent invested in a full out brawl. He had dropped the fish, as it wasn't his preferred weapon, and was tossing people around, gently, with his hands instead. No one needed to get impaled. Gently. Aaaactually, he had to admit it was great fun having 5 drunk guys stagger up to you and still lose in a hand to hand battle? Like, what did they do for a living!? Sleep? Leo kneed one guy to the floor, hit a nerve on the other, smacked a pressure point on a different guy... gosh it was fun knowing what hurt the most without actually doing permanent damage!

(One of them being Captain Jack Sparrow xD)
Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory spun and whacked yet another fool with the fish, it reeked of fish and alcohol, and Glory just about broke down laughing as Leo wished some guy a merry Christmas. It was extremely hard to focus while there were drunk folks staggering about, a fish being swung around, another somewhere on the floor, tables and chairs being thrown, and just overall chaos. Someone found the other fish- by slipping and falling on it, and Glory took the opportunity to snatch it, now wielding two limp, smelly things, as if they actually had some combat capabilities. She swung one wildly, hitting at least two people across its trajectory, before clapping someone on either side of the face at once with Sir Brown Bitey and Mister Big Batterer. She paused to look for Leo, and spotted him not far away beating people without his fishy friend, considering she'd kinda robbed him of it.

(LOLL

Heroic General and Cunning Lieutenant General- after fighting off hundreds of Corrupted, burn down bar and almost kill 35 people in a bar fight. Mature? We think not

Newspaper headline XDD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo stepped back for a split second to look at Glory, who was weilding the smelly fish like actual weapons. "Damn- I wouldn't want to be hit by one of those thin-" in his moment of bemused distraction, he got walloped across the face with a chair. It smashed on impact and splintered away, leaving a drunk to be soon dead citizen and a flabbergasted yet angry Leo. "You sucker chaired me in the face! Rude!" He exclaimed, punching them so hard he heard a tooth or two clatter onto the floor. He then gently touched his jaw, wincing. That would leave more than a mark. Hopefully his face didn't turn all purple. Arghhhh. He leaped back into the fray to distract himself, clapping two people's heads together and kneeing another in the face. In the midst of most of it, he swore he had re-cracked his ribs, but it was worth it, as only 5 minutes later almost every guy there was on the floor groaning, he was still standing, and the few other guys that were still standing had ran away. "Victory!"

(.......THERAPY THERAPY FOR ALL)

..keres wonder..

Keres sat in the dye section of the store her bright hair pulled up into a pony tail before she stood grabbing a deeper blue and the same purple she checked out (and payed unlike someone looking at you leo) she walked back to her room dying her full head blue and adding purple highlights after it dried she went outside to work on her abilities shifting into dragon form she stood on her hinds and came down on the ground hard getting confused as she was back at the steps again shaking out her fur she hopped into wolf form and drives through the woods

(That's accurate xD But you forgot: Using mainly fish as weapons)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory gave another poor feller a good hearty whack with a fish -Sir Brown Bitey- and saw Leo get walloped in the face with a chair. She winced in sympathy, although it was definitely a good thing the chair-chucker was drunk, or it'd have been much worse. Glory changed her grip on Sir Brown Bitey and Mister Big Batterer so that she was holding them both like a club and brought it down hard on yet another somewhat unsuspecting victim with a satisfying slap. She kept slapping, whacking, and beating with Sir Brown Bitey and Mister Big Batterer until nobody was standing except her and Leo, triumphant as ever. She dropped the fish on someone and made her way over to Leo, carefully stepping over people. "That was awesome. But I think we need to leave before someone who isn't drunk gets upset," She said, grinning.

(I've been laughing at the names of those fish for almost 4 minutes now LOLLL)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo took the couple seconds to make sure his poor jaw wasn't broken. Thankfully, none of the wood had splintered off in his face, but he could also feel that the whole left side of his face was scratched and bloodied. Eh, it barely even hurt. Chewing food might not be the most fun, though. When Glory walked over, he ended up grinning, even though his mouth said that wasn't possible and the chair had ruined his grinning muscles. "It's a good thing most of em are drunk- they won't remember what happened." He said with a cheerful tone, stepping carefully over to the counter, grabbing his still almost full beer, and very carefully stepping back towards the door. "Still not as much fun as a match between you and I, though. These guys had no brain cells and didn't know how to fight. There was no strategy anywhere." He snorted. "Strategy ran away a while ago." Leo chuckled, taking half a second to make sure all his teeth were still there. They were, obviously. It wasn't that easy to smack the teeth out of his head. However, he felt bad for the poor guy that hit him with a chair. He had punched them pretty hard. He wondered how many teeth they lost as he exited the building. "If only we had a not crazy member here. I would've TOTALLY said: Here, hold my beer." He grinned. "And, yay for me, there one, two, three promises paid off. Well, mostly. We got a fight, we were just on the same team."