General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo awoke to slight, throbbing pain, and a lot of numbness. The lights were far too bright, and people's voices were far too loud. He thought his face twisted in pain, but the only thing he could really tell was he was waaay too drugged up to tell anything. "Painkillers, much?" He mumbled under his breath, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. He groaned lightly at the achy feeling even all the painkillers couldn't kill, bringing his hand to his face and rubbing his eyes, exhausted and not tired at the same time. He raked his fingers through his hair before sucking in a deep breath and pushing himself up into a sitting position. The pain that jolted through him was HORRIBLE- especially through his stomach and chest- causing him to let out a hiss of agony, his jaw clenched. He froze for a couple seconds before painfully relaxing. Once Leo could see, he brought his gaze to his... mummy wrapped body. Everything was white bandages. His stomach. His chest. His arm. His shoulder. His leg. The only thing he could see was his left calf, as the pants were ripped, and his hands- and a little bit of his right forearm. "Wow." He mused lightly, a bit astonished that there were that many wounds big enough to wrap. He really did look like he came back from the dead. After his self survey, he glanced over at Glory, who looked... um... like she had too much to drink. He managed to catch the words, and he could tell her brain wasn't quite there yet. But he couldn't speak, as his mind was currently screaming some nonsense about how Lord of the Rings was coming to life and Smaug was going to eat them alive. And, as he was awake, he realized a headache was fast a'comin, crashing into his mind with a powerfully painful force. He winced, touching his temple with his finger. Owwww.

(Time traveling again I see xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory was watching the ceiling do nothing in particular, grinning like an idiot, when someone moved, catching her attention. She turned her head, still not sitting up, and said, "Mmmmmmm you'rrrrrre awaaaake. Looook, do yew see them toooooo?" She pointed vaguely at the ceiling, meaning the leprechauns she saw dancing around their pots of gold. Whatever she'd been given was strong, and there wasn't really anything where she'd gestured other than maybe a few cobwebs. Her speech was drawn out, a little slurred, and somewhat incoherent. She giggled softly at the leprechauns, her pupils dilated. "nomister, I'ven't seen yer yewnicorrnnn, ask somebubby else, I'm tiiiired," She mumbled at the ceiling. She dropped her arms across her stomach, twiddling her thumbs as she kept her gaze fixed upwards. "Idon't like that one very muuuch," She babbled after a moment.

(Get used to it LOL))

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AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

Leo blinked sleepily as he turned to slowly glance at Glory. They'd obviously been given different medicines, as he still hurt, and she was absolutely delusional. He muffled a laugh at her slurred words, wishing he had some means of recording. He didn't answer at the moment, as when he tried, it came out more slurred than he had hoped, so he fell silent and watched, hoping he didn't die of broken ribbed laughter. This is how I'm gonna die he thought deliriously, chuckling lowly and staring at the ceiling along with Glory. With chicken brain over there babbling like a newborn monkey and pain blossoming like flowers he thought with a dreamy smile. I should get flowers for her. Maybe she'd take the hint then. His brain spoke almost without his consent, making Leo sigh. "flowers..." He mumbled, dtill partially thinking partially in drugged dreamland.

(Chicken brain XD Rude!)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory looked back over at Leo, saying, "Oooo, flooour? Aaaare we makinnn a caaake?" Gosh, had everything always been this colorful? And bright?? Glory found her lazy-river-mind wishing it were dark? Why did she want darkness...? Oh- because darkness was her friend. It was always there when she needed it. Hmm, Flash is her friend. Has been almost longer than darkness. Leo's her friend, too, but why didn't Flash make her feel the same way as Leo did? She turned her attention back to the ceiling, still grinning. She pointed again at the ceiling, saying, "Look, thaaat ooone's found 'is yewnycorrn." Meaning the one that'd, apparently, asked if she knew where his unicorn went.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo furrowed his eyebrows slightly, not even hearing Glory's words. He wasn't being obvious at all, was he? Wait- no, he was acting like a woman, trying to give silly little hints. This was stupid. Why hadn't he approached her and spoken yet? There was no way he could be scared- he wasn't that kind of person. She had actually brought a lot of fear into his life, though, come to think of it. He was afraid of losing her, and afraid of dying because he had something to live for now. Pfft. Made life so much more complicated. Then he realized why he hadn't spoken yet. He didn't want to lose his literal only friend to some trivial thing. If she didn't like him, then it would be awkward forever. No more joking around. No more fishy bar fights. He liked having a friend, for once. He didn't want to ruin that. He must be really delirious. Closing his eyes, he sank back against the wall, tired. His brain was a swirl of emotion. He couldn't tell what were thoughts anymore. Leo drifted in and out of sleep, mostly because Glory was annoyingly loud in her delusional state.

(acting like a woman😂That's Leo, actually Leah)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory kept watching the ceiling for a moment, then looked down at her hands. She held them up so both thumbs faced the same direction, then flipped them the other way. She repeated this several times before mumbling, "Ma hands don't match." She slept in short snatches, filled with strange drug-induced dreams. After a few minutes, everything seemed a little less bright and colorful, the leprechauns started to fade, though not entirely disappear. Her mind was still slow-moving, so she guessed that only the worst of whatever she'd been given was wearing off, though not enough for her thoughts to be entirely coherent and sober. "Do- do ya rememerrr Sir Brown Biteyy and mister... misterrrrr... Mister Big Battererer?" She asked Leo slowly. The grin still plastered on her face widened at the thought of the heroic fish, who fought so valiantly in the war of Lake Dwellers against Drunkards. She found herself hoping they'd get to do that again, though maybe at a different bar since there was no possible way they'd get back in that one- the poor owner was probably still trying to scrub the fishy smell out of everything, and replace all the furniture that'd been smashed to splinters. Yeesh, they'd just about leveled the place.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo woke up completely after a while, not even able to doze off again. He huffed quietly, resuming his staring at the ceiling. He wasn't a scaredy cat. If Glory wanted to disown him as a friend, fine. Some small part of his mind that was somehow still fine warned him it might not be a good idea to make a drug helped decision, but that same part also guessed Glory and him were both way too delirious to remember any of this. At her question, he turned her way. "Of couidolllmmm..." He trailed off as the simple sentence he tried to speak fell apart so terribly, it was like watching it shatter like Glass. "Of... c.. course I ddd... do..." He finally spoke correctly, too focused on other things to try and speak right. "You know, nn.. not that y, you knew dis, bb.. but I like you aaaas more ttf... than a fffffffr... friend G-Glory... y-youre p.. pretty awesome." He mused quietly, swearing he saw stars dancing in his vision. Meh, didnt Matte- holy crap, was one of the stars wearing an Elvis suit?! He squinted, but realized it was just the way it glimmered. Meh. Booooring. He peeled at one of the white bandages absent mindedly, his eyes unfocused.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Mmmm, gooood. I wonderr if their fishee famleez heard the funerallll, or we'llll havvvve to go tell 'em againn," She garbled in reply. At his mumbled words, her lazy-river mind came to a dead halt, any thoughts stopping with it. After a moment, she said, "Huh, cuzz I like you tooo. Dunno annnyybody else who git stabbed and don't die. Aaaaand I wasn't just teasin whin I says you're charminnng." Even half-decent grammar was apparently something only her mostly-functional mind could muster, but Glory hardly noticed. Actually, she hardly noticed much right now besides him, and a mildly... blasphemous thought let itself into Glory's mind before she shoved it back out whichever door it came through. She drifted off to sleep for a short while, and when she woke, the world was back to its now almost dull-looking colors by comparison, and the hallucinations had disappeared. Her mind still felt a tad sluggish, and as she stretched her arms above her head, she felt a twinge of pain in both shoulders. She could tell it was definitely not as bad as it would've been without painkillers, moreso just sore, and somewhat annoying. It'd certainly make swinging a fish around like a sword difficult, and the thought brought a smile creeping across Glory's face. She realized she had just about the best possible company with her, even in the unfortunate circumstances of their visit, and was rather glad Leo was here with her.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo hadn't been as drugged as Glory, so his thinking was much better now- almost back to normal. His speaking still had some improvement to make, but hey, he was getting somewhere. He smiled faintly at her words, thinking about the valiant fish that had fought the drunken army. That had been a good day. Apart from his precious face being half smashed in. When she replied to him, mentally he was shocked, but then his mind split into two parts. The side that said she was so jacked up on drugs she actually agreed. That was the side that didn't want to get hurt if she became sober again and denied everything. However, the other side, the one that decided to ask in the first place, was in a state of amazed, joyous, ecstatic shock. That side was squeaking like a 3 old girl going 'SHE THINKZ ME CHAWMIN!!!??!' He wasn't proud of it. That was, essentially, what he was thinking though. Part of his mind, anyway. Just as messy as his words. In this time frame he had been dead silent, trying to figure out which screaming half to give into. He knew which one he wanted to give into. He wanted to believe Glory meant the words. The only thing holding him back at this point was the logical fact that the painkillers were still in her blood, and they would make her say things she didn't mean. A couple minutes ago, she was talking about unicorns and leprechauns, so her words may not be the most reliable. He stared at the wall for the entire rest of the night. He definitely should've been sleeping, but his brain did not have that in mind. At all. If he were given a choice, he would've gone on a hike... and then at the very end of the hike, at the farthest point, he would've sat down, and possibly died of happiness. However, he couldn't move more than.. his hands. And turning his head. He did feel quite like a mummy.

As the morning sun peeked in the windows, he finally snapped out of his daze, his glazed over eyes clearing slightly as he glanced around.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory pushed herself up into a sitting position as the sun shone through the window. One hand had fallen asleep and was tingling, so she tried shaking it out, but to no avail. She mindlessly stretched and flexed her fingers, trying to get rid of the feeling of pins and needles. She glanced over at Leo, who was awake already- or maybe he just hadn't slept. "G'mornin prince charming," She said, grinning. Her words were somewhat less slurred now, and not quite as slow and drawn out. She shook out her hand again, a bit more vigorously this time, and winced as her shoulder protested against the movement. If she still felt it that much still drugged up, she guess that some bones were likely fractured, if not outright broken from the arrow. Not too good, since that meant one arm would be out of commission for a while. Technically, she could still use a sword with one hand, though it meant using a smaller sword than she preferred, but bows and crossbows were out of the question. Ironic, almost, that a crossbow would prevent her from using a crossbow.