Face first into the trees

[Roger Smith]

The realization of his loss of even more of his crazy Time powers than he had at first assumed was, indeed, a rather jarring one. It left him shaken up, preoccupied with frantically thinking over just what other powers he might be missing. That...Omni or whatever had said that death wasn't permanent or something. Death hadn't really been permanent for hm as it was -- dying still sucked, but it was a minor inconvenience for a God Tier player, really -- but it looked like even if he'd lost that particular power, it was still mostly the same rules.

.....hopefully. New rules were a pain.

He'd never really focused on it, or even really considered it until just that precise moment, but now that he thought about it and tried to do.....Time things.....he was rapidly finding out that an alarming portion of his repertoire, so to speak, was just....lost to him. Like he just couldn't access most of his power, let alone the specific applications he had picked out and practiced during his session. It was rather depressing and upsetting, to have all that work be snatched from him.

Of course, it was even more depressing that it had taken him as long as it had to even think of checking on his powers, so to speak.

It should speak volumes on the level of distracted Adam was that at some point in the past several minutes, he had acquired a small red crocodile which had taken up perch on his shoulder. And the small reptile let out a singular, point-blank "NAK." in his ear to finally alert him to its presence.

For his part, Adam merely turned his head to look at the little creature with a blank look. "Oh. You're back. Where'd you run off to?"

"NAK NAK NAK."

".......you're not allowed to go anywhere on your own again." Adam shook his head, trying his best to look disappointed while hiding the growing smirk on his face. "Where did you even get forty-seven pool noodles...?"