Lieutenant Dwyer

"No he wasn't," Glory said, "He was cute." She rolled her eyes, grinning slyly, "Oh, you're special all right," she teased, tilting her head slightly. She lay back on the ground, one arm under her head, and said, "Eventually. You seem to be fine with just 3 brain cells, I don't think your body would notice if they disappeared. Besides, you might be just the slightest bit gullible, I'm sure I could scare you, even just for a moment. Hell, I don't even need my murder-deer, a dictionary will do." She turned her head to look at him, and grumbled, "Did not." After a few minutes, the sky grew dark, losing its bright, coppery hue. Glory sat up with a sigh, and asked, "I can't imagine you wanna hurry up and rush back, anything else we can do to kill time for a little while longer?"

General Anubis

Aka: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo rolled his eyes back, even more exaggerated than Glory's. "You're allowed to have your own opinions, even if they aren't right." He smiled sweetly, then grinned widely. "Why thank you. I'm totally not paying attention to the sarcasm or meaning behind that. Such a great compliment. Clap clap clap." He chuckled lightly, then let his face slowly degrade into a glowering scowl. "It would notice- those three brain cells are smart enough to control everything I do, and although some things I do aren't the smartest, I'm not an idiot. Most days." He huffed, then smirked slowly. "Ma'am, do I really have to explain the difference between being scared and startled? Being scared is when you're genuinely terrified for yourself or someone, and you feel like you need to mentally or physically protect yourself or someone else. Being startled means something you weren't expecting happens, and your reflexes kick in and decide to work. If you slammed a dictionary in my face, I would be MIGHTY startled, but I bet you quite a bit that you couldn't actually scare me." He smirked again, looking pleased with himself. He decided not to think about the fact she had scared him before, just this morning, because it was irrelevant. Just because he didn't want his newfound friend to get tortured and killed didn't give her an excuse to gloat about it. So he wasn't going to bring it up. It would muddy his *you've never scared me and could never scare me* mentality.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Well, it was my unicorn, so I'm right whether or not you agree," Glory told him. "Sarcasm? What sarcasm? I was just being nice," She said, smiling sweetly. "Yeah, one for breathing, one for talking, and one for walking, no room for thinking. You'd be fine with just one, at least, "She teased, smirking. "It's like the difference between blowing something up and setting it on fire, remember? I'll use them interchangeably, thank you," Glory retorted, thinking of when she set the rum on fire, not blew it up. "Though I think you argue that point just because you don't like the idea of being scared, no?" She asked, gazing out over the water.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo arched an eyebrow, snorting. "Okay then. And you know what sarcasm, whether or not you will acknowledge it is the real question." He chuckled quietly, glancing over at her. She did have a nice smile. Wait- why did he care? Stupid talking brain cell was taking a break to do something meaningless. He set it back on the job, ignoring all thoughts after that. "You know, although you are obviously joking, I do think. I've proved it many times." He pointed out, then stopped legitimately defending himself and moved on to the joking side of things. "However, I could function amazingly with just one, because that one can do all the tasks." He scoffed haughtily, then snorted. "There is a difference between blowing something up and setting it on fire, I admit that. Which means there is ALSO a difference between being scared and startled!" He grinned, which only faltered just slightly at her words, but there was no way he was letting that slide. "Pfft, more like you just don't know how you would ever scare me and you don't want to try." He scoffed with a smirk. "That'd be another good dare to stress, but for you, not me. You try and actually SCARE me, which you probably suck at by the way. Startling does not count. No violent methods, if you can help it, and PLEASE don't get murdered just to scare me." He rolled his eyes, fingering at the thin golden chain around his neck, absent mindedly staring at the water.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"What, acknowledge the fact that you're actually not special in any way, shape, or form?" She asked innocently. "I wouldn't say many times, but definitely enough to count on both hands," She teased, followed by, "All the tasks? All 3? Incredible!" Glory sighed, and admitted defeat, "Alright, yes. There is a difference between being scared and startled." She raised her eyebrows slightly at him, no way she was just going to sit and take that from him; she was already plotting ways to scare the daylights out of him, and it was a good thing he wasn't a mind reader, lest her evil plans be foiled. "Really? Fine, I'll scare you real good, but don't come crying to me when I'm actually successful. No viole- what? No fair! I'm not the frigging bogeyman! But fine, the goal is to scare you, not add to your eternal mental torment. Besides, victory doesn't taste half as sweet when you're dead, so you needn't worry about me."

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo cast a playful glare at her. "Ouch. That hurt. Fine, what sarcasm?" He rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. How could she be so rude while still being funny? It didn't make sense. "Both hands, huh? Are you talking about an alien with more than a hundred hands, or did you mistake a spider's legs for hand?" He asked with an easy smile, then snorted. "All 3 plus thinking. Don't forget thinking. It happens." He huffed dramatically, then grinned widely. Aha, victory. "Ha, come crying to you? Best joke you've made all day!" Leo barked a laugh before focusing. Kind of. "You have to figure it out. With how smart you think you are, you should be able to scare me without violence." He teased, then chuckled lightly. His gaze flit over to the woods for a second as there was a Crack- most likely nothing, but he needed to stretch, anyway. It was that greyish time at the moment, where the sun was gone but it was still sort of light. He pushed himself to his feet with a yawn. "Uno momento, por favor." He quipped, striding away, just into the edge of the silent forest. After seeing nothing, he Forged a little bit farther, busy thinking up ways to prove he did use his brain every once in a while. There was the faintest rustle, and in half a second he had grabbed a dagger and whirled around, stabbing a Corrupted dragon through the neck. It died without a sound. That wasn't a good sign. Why were they way out here? His guard now up, he started back to the water. There was a snap of a twig, and he flipped around again, not having time to morph into a dragon as he sliced the stomach of another Corrupted and then killed them. However, right as he was delivering the final blow, he made a fatal mistake. Although he had other weapons on him, his one dominant hand was busy with the other dagger, making sure the Corrupted dragon was dead. His back was open to attack. He realized it a split second too late. As he started to jerk around, there was a stabbing pain in his midsection. "DAMN- IT- AGGHHH-" He roared, lurching forward as a sharp sword sliced through his skin like paper, from behind, appearing in front of him. That wasn't a good sign. His vision immediately started to go black, but he wasn't going to let it end like this. No damn way. He struggled to keep consciousness, grabbing the blade of the sword with his hands and pushing it out. Agony radiating through his bloodied stomach, with blurred vision, he stabbed the slower Corrupted through the heart. How could he have been so... careless. The world slowly started to fade to black and the sword clattered to the ground as he staggered sideways, hitting a tree before crumpling onto the ground, blood seeping through his clothing. Everything was just- pain. However, all he could think was that he might never get to see Glory again

(damn it that was my plan for Glory XD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory snorted, and replied, "Both my hands, 10 fingers, in case you couldn't count." She rolled her eyes, saying, "Alright, all 4 things, since you do think occasionally." She grinned at his comment, ignoring his joking tone and said, "Oh, absolutely I'll figure it out." She would've said more, but her attention snapped to the treeline as she heard something moving, and scrambled to her feet as Leo went off to investigate by himself. "Nuh uh no the hell you don't!" She hissed, though he was quicker, being significantly taller, and Glory wasn't about to sacrifice stealth for speed. She hurried toward where he disappeared, shifting into her dragon form as she heard him yell, bounding up the beach into to woods, stealth be damned. What she found was absolutely worse than she'd have imagined; three Corrupted dragon corpses, and Leo on the ground, bleeding badly but alive somehow. She roared into the forest, cursing the Corrupted, "I'm going to fucking murder all you bastards! I'm gonna rip your faces off and wear them like masks, and I'll deliver you to hell personally, and watch your eternal torture, you half-bred midless dimwitted hedge-born sots!" Before gingerly picking up Leo and holding him close to her chest in her big dragon paws. "Don't you die on me, you hear? I need you..." she murmured, letting a single tear drip down her snout as she leaped into the air, flying as quickly as she could back toward the academy to get to their healers.

Upon landing, she shifted into human form, trying to set Leo on his feet, and pulling his arm over her shoulder, holding him up as best she could, and shouted for someone to help, hoping beyond hope someone was still not only awake but nearby. Quicker than she expected, a few groggy first-year students and two healers came running down the halls, Glory quickly explained the situation to them, and they promptly took the barely-holding-onto-life Leo to the medical ward.

(I beat you to it XD

I've been thinking of this ever since the first Corrupted fight- I couldn't wait any longer lol()

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Although he had formerly thought that the only thing he could think about was Glory, he was also cursing himself with any consciousness he had left. What a stupid decision to turn his back for even a second. Amateurs move! How could he have been such an IDIOT? Glory was right- he didn't have a brain cell for thinking. Heck, he was pretty sure he was brain dead at this point. Although he wanted to pass out to escape the pain, it was the very thing keeping him dimly awake. The world was grey, he couldn't see anything, and he could only hear voices like they were a mile away... but he happened to catch most of the threats Glory yelled at the Corrupted, and it made him mighty glad he was on her side. She got rather.. colorful.. with her cursing insults. The last thing he really understood and felt was her rough dragon scales, then his mind couldn't take it any longer and he slid into the darkness, his consciousness disappearing.

After being brought to the medical ward and treated the best they could, he was still barely holding on by a thread. The sword had hit vital organs and it was an absolute miracle he was still alive. It was truly a weird feeling, though, as his consciousness had... returned, in a way. Everything was still black, he was still unmoving, still barely breathing, and his heartbeat still fluttered like a baby bird's, but he was... there. Like he was wandering around in a mental, cold, empty, dark cell that he just couldn't escape. He tried many times, but he couldn't get out of the torture. He could feel the pain- not really from a specific place in his body, because he wasn't... awake... but it just throbbed through his mind, if it made any sense. Constant agony, making him want to tear at his own consciousness and try to run away. He couldn't really think, either, as most of his thoughts were too fuzzy to understand, but he held on to one word- most likely the word that gave him the will to try and struggle to stay alive. He clung to it the best he could, even though it was painful and nothing made sense. The worst part was he couldn't remember anything- not why he was in pain, not who the name was, not why he was where ever he was. Nothing. It was all just an empty space of torturing pain. He wanted, so badly, to claw his way out, but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory couldn't bring herself to go inside and be told that Leo wasn't going to make it, the idea alone hurt too much. So she sat on the floor outside the medical ward door, head in her hands, trembling. She clenched her jaw, trying not to cry, but the tears spilled down her face anyway. It felt like the logical, battle-hardened side of her was arguing with the softer side, the one that actually felt things.

Y'know, the people you care about seem to die an awful lot, it said.

What's that supposed to mean? Glory asked in her head.

You know what I mean. . . it said, in a horrible, almost greasy voice.

No the fuck I don't, tell me, Glory thought at it.

It's your fault, is all I'm saying, and you know it, it felt like it was trying to create a foothold for insanity, and Glory decided right then to call it Dipshit, seemed fitting enough, and demoralizing.

Becauuuusee I'm right, Dipshit drew out, almost slithery.

Ha, no you're not, Glory thought, trying not to let it affect her.

I am, go see for yourself. It's your fault he's dead - maybe dying, Glory could almost hear it grinning evilly.

Glory stood, wiped her face, trying to mentally slam a door on Dipshit, and walked into the medical ward, where a rather friendly nurse greeted her.

"Hi! Here to visit or need medical attention?" She asked.

"Oh, um, visiting. I'm fine," Glory said, not really expecting a conversation. She saw the nurse subtly eyeing her, and realized she wasn't entirely fine, still mildly injured from the last fight, plus a few new bruises from the bar fight. "Hey, I'm not the one flirting with death right now!" Glory said indignantly. "Leo Anubis- is he okay?"

The nurse's face fell slightly, and she hesitated. "Well, we don't know for sure. He's alive, unconscious though, and wounded badly. We're doing all we can for him."

Well, not the best news, but better than what Dipshit tried to get her to believe. "Alright, thank you," Glory said, moving toward Leo's bed. She sat down carefully on the edge of it, and murmured, "If you die, I'm gonna fight the deity of every religion known to man until I either die trying or get you back. Or, you could just not die and save me the trouble. There's still stuff I want to do with you; we haven't started nearly enough bar fights, for one."

Leo hated being trapped. Trapped In a cocoon of fear and pain. Stuck in his own guilt- all the things he hadn't done, hadn't said, all the stupid shit he HAD done instead of being with people he cared about. Everything weighed down on his mind, and he couldn't get it out. HE couldn't get out. He tried running- he did. He ran and ran and ran. Through the dark, inky blackness. Trying to ignore the searing pain. Yet, he still couldn't go anywhere. He never moved. Never saw light. He was just a husk of what he used to be. After a while, he started wondering if it would be better if he died.

2 real days later, even though he couldn't tell time- it was just an endless field of pain and darkness to him. However, 2 real days later, he started to want to die. He couldn't deal with the agony anymore. The guilt. It was all too much. He tried fighting it, but over time, he started losing the will to.

Almost a week later, around 4 am, he didn't know what time it was, or how he did it, but a word slammed into the empty space. Glory. Everything came rushing back, and the pain increased tenfold as light started streaming in, blinding him. He gurgled out a hoarse gasp, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. An excited voice made his brain throb. Someone, a blur, ran over and felt- his pulse?! What the- HOW LONG HAD HE BEEN OUT!?! He tried to jerk upright, but was immediately met with stabbing agony. He yelped in pain, sagging back against the bed, groaning quietly. The nurse was babbling stuff and rushing back and forth, but he couldn't understand anything. His stomach hurt so bad he just wanted to keel over, but ... he was here. ALIVE. Out of that nightmare! +Glory+ he thought frantically, trying to look around, but everything was dim and his vision was all blurry. Wait- where was he? He tried to speak, but it came out as a hoarse gag. He tried to look around again, but could see nothing. "G... glory..." He whispered, coughing, pain stabbing through his entire body as he did. He almost doubled over, but he couldn't- it hurt too badly. Closing his eyes, he slowly sank back again, his head throbbing. Everything was all sorts of wrong, and he couldn't remember a single thing. Except for Glory. He could remember her. Her smile. Gah- he was still thinking like that. Why!? He groggily lifted a hand to drag over his face, wincing in pain as his head exploded with pain again and his fingers ran over a laceration. How had that happened?