General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo paused for about ten seconds before reconsidering. "You're definitely not allowed to try- I'd rather lose ten dollars than hundreds of dollars of saved up alcohol." He snorted, then smiled innocently. "Wouldn't you want to know. But actually, you should see the closet. It's giant." He winked, and the funniest part was- he was telling the complete truth. He did indeed have an entire walk in closet devoted to... alcohol. And the only time he ever entered that closet was to grab a beer, usually. He was 98 percent sure he had a bottle of wine in there that was over 30 years old and worth more than 300 dollars now. There was no way he'd ever drink it- he preferred the taste of beer over wine anyway. As 'Chad's' outfit changed, Leo's eyebrows furrowed in concern, and he slowly looked over at Glory. "I admit defeat. There is no way in hell I would either wear or pull off whatever THAT outfit is." He waved his hand, shaking his head slowly. "That is one dare I cannot accept, as I pretty much draw the line at DRESSES. However." His smile was murderous. "I have worn a kilt before." It had not been the most dignifying time of his life, but he had been in Scotland at the time, and he had been drunk. It wasn't his fault. There were pictures, buried far down deep somewhere in his luggage. "Ouch. Yo-" He started to attempt to respond, but with the way his face was twisting to try not to laugh, he couldn't speak. He stayed silent for a couple seconds to regain his composure, deciding to move past that one for the sake of his sanity. He sat back in his bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling. Yes, Glory was entertaining, but he could not spend HOURS here. Doing. Nothing. He decided to see if anything worked, snapping his fingers, rather thankful when he succeeded. A small wooden horse along with a carving knife appeared. Perfect. Even for having such big hands, he was amazing with intricate details. He started shaving off tiny wood pieces, mentally humming a song. He wished there could be country music. And honestly, if Glory wasn't there, he'd totally be singing along. By some people that didn't really matter, in some part of his life, he had been told he had an amazing voice, but he never believed it- self compliments were not his Strongsuit, nor was accepting compliments.

(Did you just decide on a whim that "Oh, Glory think's he's got a shitton of alcohol, guess he does now"? xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory furrowed her eyebrows at him and said, "Jesus Leo, several hundred dollars?? First of all, how much do you think I can drink? Second, HOW do you have that much? I'm starting to think that you're the alcoholic here, not me." Almost a little concerning, but Leo was Leo, and probably had it just to have it or something. Or he'd taken a little memento from every bar fight he'd gotten into. At his next words, Glory was almost sort of disappointed he hadn't accepted the challenge, but not surprised. "Dawww, not even gonna try? I didn't take you for a quitter, guess I was wrong," She said, then her eyes widened at his next words. "No way, really?" Given his rather dubious taste in fashion, she believed him.

She waved her hand again, giving Chad a new outfit- shorts, a leather jacket, and a gold chain around his neck. Oh, she could do this all day, well, at least until she pushed herself too far with it and passed out, but that's beside the point. She sent Chad tromping closer to Leo, stretching his insubstantial head over the edge of his bed and putting his nose right in the way, being a very nosy deer. "Pretty sick, bro," Chad said gruffly, and Glory bit her lip to try to keep from laughing. There was no possible way she could ever do this in a serious situation, she found herself amused by her own imagination all too frequently.

sorry again, i don't read you guys books cause thats what they are and i have no idea what the hell flash needs

(Aussie- so, just to clarify, Glory and Leo came back, gave Flash the blood, and went to the infirmary. We're going to say Flash got taken to another section of the infirmary, one better suited to deal with his needs. You can start roleplaying the change, if you want, and go from there

Glory- No no no, it's a whole part of his backstory, but it is kind of convenient that Glory mentioned it xD ))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo lifted his hands in surrender. "Hey, I saved up. It'd be one thing if I bought them all in a day, but quite another if they just... piled up. Slowly." He grinned, then continued. "Knowing you, a couple hundred dollars worth, because you'd grab the most expensive stuff just to grab the most expensive stuff!" He teased, looking amused. "And as I said before, I save up. Call it a hobby. Other people collect baseball cards, I collect full beer bottles." He snorted, although thinking back a tiny bit, the story behind it was quite sad. Originally, he would buy a bottle every time someone important in his life died, but that happened too damn much and he was going broke. He changed it, but he probably didn't have to, because that was the point he had mostly broken off and not spoke to anyone again. Not much, anyway. Now, he bought a bottle every time he almost died, and he was starting to think he was going to go broke off of that, too. And no, he hadn't almost died a walk in closet full of times, he did just get a six pack for fun sometimes- okay, more to drink the worries away, but eh. After becoming General, he had never gone too insane.

Leo wrinkled his nose as he looked at the deer again. "Glory, even you know it would scare you to see me where that. I'd probably have a heart attack from the sheer disgusting and unfashionable look." He said drily, then chuckled at her reaction. "You don't take me as a liar, too, right? Yes, really. It was a mistake on my part, but it did happen." He confirmed, deciding to use his brain for once and NOT tell her there were actually pictures. It would probably end very badly for him if he did. When the deers other outfit disappeared, he honestly had to say he was relieved, but this one wasn't much better. Okay, it was better, but still. "You're making me wish illusions were solid." He snorted, absent-mindedly fingering a much thinner gold chain around his own neck, which seemed to always be there, whether he was fighting, half dead, or just out for a walk. A small sigh escaped his lips, as he got caught in another memory that should never have been.

(This time I'm not just typing slow, my laptop decided now was the time to update without my wanting it to, and the battery was too low for it to do so -_-)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory snorted and said, "Right, because that makes it any better." She acted offended by his next words as she retorted, "Like I even know the difference." Which was true, Glory never really cared about what it was or how much it cost so long as it was on hand at the moment. "Well, it's better than collecting empty bottles, I suppose," She said. That was basically what her father had done, since most of the time he was too drunk to know left from right, empty bottles just sat wherever he dropped them.

"You seem to forget the horrors I come up with on a daily basis- like your ol' pal Chad there, but I'm pretty sure I'd die laughing before you did," She teased, grinning mischievously. Her smile only grew at his next words as she said, "Nope, just an idiot. Since when are kilts a mistake? My mother would've paddled you for blasphemy." Glory's mother was a Scottish lass, set in her ways, and a religious woman. She thought for a moment at his next comment before saying, "I tried once. Made a cat solid just long enough to leave a pawprint, but apparently, it's not a good idea to push a minor ability that far- I slept for 28 hours afterward." It was a good try, but utterly useless. There was no possible scenario Glory could think of in which that could be used, unfortunately.

(Pfft, I've had that happen- it sucks lol))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo scoffed. "It does!" He replied, then grinned. It was most likely true. "Luck is always on the bad side for me, so you'd probably randomly choose the most expensive bottle." He spoke with a smile, then nodded. Yes, it was a little more fruitful than collecting empty bottles. He wanted to know how his biggest wounds were doing, but he didn't want to take the time to unwrap them. "No, I would die of embarrassment before you died of laughter." He retorted, though he did sound amused. It was hard not to, with how big Glory's grin was. It was nice to know, at least, no matter how idiotic he was, he could still cause someone to laugh- even if it was at the risk of losing any dignity he had. "It was a mistake in every way shape and form, and I honestly wouldn't have blamed her." He snorted, then tilted his head as she continued. That didn't sound like fun, to him. "Hm. Yeah, not worth it for sure. 28 hours is far too long to sleep. You miss all the fun." He paused, thinking about how he had been unconscious for an entire week. Had he woken up 2 days ago, or had it been yesterday? He thought it was two days ago. It hadn't felt good to wake up and not know what day it was, or even what year it was. He could've Been in a coma for years. In his eyes, he got lucky to wake up so soon, and even luckier not to just die.

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(Sorry I'm taking so long to respond, I just received word a friend of mine died, and I'm really busy today.)

(Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that, hope you're doing okay<3 Don't worry about responding slowly, I'll be on and off today, it's hot out but there's work to be done >>;)

Lieutenant Dywer

Glory just shook her head- it does not make it any better, thankyouverymuch. She gave him a teasing, almost pitying look, saying, "Yep, thinking, drinking, walking, talking, the list goes on- you must be cursed with bad luck." If Leo wasn't there, she'd probably torment the staff just to pass the time, and would definitely piss everyone off. She looked at him with an almost dangerously impish look and said, "Oh, wanna find out then? I can do more than just deer fanclubs and Chads, you know." Her smile only grew more mischievous as she told him, "It is if a ghost can slap someone. Then it's hilarious, plus I get one hell of a nap afterwards," She paused, "Buuuut then I miss out on all the fish fights, so you're right, I do miss all the fun." Hmm, a few weeks ago it would've been totally worth it, but now, Glory wasn't too sure. 28 hours was more than enough time to wreak havoc and cause mischief with Leo, and she didn't want to miss out on that.

(I've had better days, but I'll be fine. It's really hot out here, too... okay, for me. I'm a cold weather person, so right now it's in the lower 70's and I'm cooking lol))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo chuckled lightly at her words, letting his head rest against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. He was far too tired to come up with good remarks to any of her statements- guess thats what came from not sleeping. Especially when he was injured. As she started to smile, he lifted his eyebrows slightly, a little concerned. "No, no no... don't do that. No reason. I do not want to see anything worse than what I've already seen." He shook his head with a grin, then snorted, amused. Of course she'd be the type of person to try and get a ghost to slap someone. "Exactly! You can't miss out on fish fights, they're way too entertaining!" He agreed heartily. "Oh goodness, we're going to have to risk the lives of more fish for the cause. Do you think we should inform their families they're going to always before or after? And this time, I'm naming mine. I'm thinking something like.. I dunno. " He paused, obviously trying to think up a name. He was going to think up a good name, if it's the last thing he did. Leo yawned, feeling his jaw crack, still exhausted. He wanted to stand and move, because he couldn't fall asleep, but he was tired nevertheless.

(Good<3 70s? Luckyyy, it's about 90 something here right now, I'd sell my soul for your weather xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory gave him a rather sad, disappointed look as she groaned, "Awww, but it'd be so easyyyy. Besides, it doesn't exist if you don't look at it, so it's not a big deal. Aannnnd you'd make such a pretty girl." Really, he absolutely would NOT. But it'd still be hilarious. She waved her hand again, this time giving Chad a simple brown dress, akin to what a chambermaid would wear, complete with an apron. At his words, she chuckled softly and added a pair of fish to Chad's apron pockets and said, "Yep, especially if Chad gets to come along- really get the drunkards confused." She paused, thinking, before saying, "Hmmm, I think we should just announce to the lake that we're drafting for the war, and hold one big funeral at the end. Oooh, maybe bring some whiskey too- put the 'fun' in 'funeral'." She tilted her head at his lack of a fish name and suggested, "Gill-bert? Finley? Sushi? Fin-cent Van Gogh?" She could come up with a TON more, but those were the first in her mind. Hopefully Leo never had to name a pet, lest a dog end up called 'Pal' or something.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo offered her a scowl, his fiery red hair seeming to grow even brighter. "It still exists if you look at it. Don't tell me you were that kid looking around a corner and retracting your head just enough so you couldn't see them, but they could still see you." He teased, then made a face. "I have to disagree with that. Mostly because you just gave me nightmares forever." He winced, looking a little haunted. He really hoped he wasn't stalked by that mental image for the rest of his life. He blamed Glory. "Confused is right. If I were one of them, I'd be scared to drink alcohol ever again." He grinned widely, glad something was distracting him from the throbbing pain. "That sounds like the simplest way to go. And I will supply the whiskey." He chuckled, then cast a glare her way, his golden eyes narrowing. He honestly was impressed with the names, but he had said he would think up his own. He smiled just slightly at her last suggestion, though, pressed to agree, but not. "I was thinking more along the lines of Badass Bass, but some of your names would work too. Another could be Codzilla (yes, credits to you xD), and another option is Hans Grouper." He paused, waiting to see if she got that one. If she didn't, he was literally going to strangle her. Staring expectantly, he hoped with all his heart that she did.