07-22-2015, 03:32 PM
In no time at all it seemed, Adam had went from talking with a pair of penguins apparently in the midst of setting up a gun shop, to looking around the underground gun range of said gun shop in-progress in a mixture of awe and eagerness. There may have been the faintest trace of "how did animals do something like this" lost somewhere amid the glittering in his eyes, but that was for someone with much more personal experience deciphering the expression of those with a stunted ability to display how they really felt to go about trying to sight and point out.
The sound of something Adam was all too familiar with -- namely, the incessant rattling clink and jangling of firearms being carted around and unloaded onto tables and ammunition for them being set out -- along with the sheer smell of impending bullet spray that was soon to take place...
"Just occurred to me, y'know...but we never got your name, son."
The sudden sound of Max's voice snapped Adam out of his firepower-induced dazed reverie, and brought his attention to focus soundly on the male penguin, And in a moment of supreme intelligence, displaying his endless wit and eloquence, Adam responded in the only sensible way a young gentleman of his caliber might. "Bu-huh wha?"
The pair of looks that greeted his sublimely-worded response might have been hilarious to the point of side-splitting laughter had it not been at Adam's expense. And for the single longest moment of Adam's entire life -- that he could remember, at least -- there was stark silence in the entire room. The noise drifting in from outside seemed unbearably loud in contrast.
Somewhere a box fell and the resulting thunk might as well have been a gunshot for the shattering effect it had on the uncomfortable silence in the room. "Er...your name. Never got it," Max offered up again, trying to shuffle off the awkwardness of the situation as best he could.
Had this very situation been taking place in some ridiculous animated cartoon, this would have been the approximate point at which a grossly disproportionate amount of embarrassed sweat would have beaded on Adam's face and superimposed over his hair, as he averted his gaze, letting out a "Oh, right...yeah, my name...." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that...get so easily distracted sometimes..." In an ever-present habit, he adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up into place before giving any sort of definite answer. "The name's Adam Gaite. .....nice to make your acquaintance, I guess is how the saying goes?"
"Adam Gaite, is it?" Delilah looked thoughtful for a moment. "Now that's a nice-sounding name."
"I get the feeling someone back in the noble Gaite line decided they'd have fun making up a family name. Because it definitely was not a real name that means anything." Adam shook his head in minor irritation. "And someone definitely had a sense of humor, what with naming me 'Adam'..." As he spoke, he plucked at the obnoxiously bright red cog on the chest of his jacket.
The look of confusion he got as he looked back up prompted Adam to scratch the side of his head. "It's....Adam can mean 'to be red'...or 'to make'...depending on which root language you go with...." He looked back down at his clothes. "And y'know...Time is red...and I make my own time....in the most literal sense possible." He sighed, holding up his hands in something between an apologetic gesture and an admission of defeat. "I....like to research things sometimes..."
"Well, that actually is a pretty interesting bit of coincidence, there, if that's all true. Kind of remarkable, to be honest," Max said, turning back to getting things ready for the imminent firestorm to come.
For his part, Adam excused himself momentarily, and produced his laptop, balancing it carefully on one hand while he checked on something. The previous realization of him haring about Ambrosia on the Dataverse had prompted the idea to take a second look at something. Of course, when he did take that look at something, he was completely derailed and sidetracked by something else entirely. And that something else entirely may have just been something that brought him to a complete halt, literally and figuratively.
And then he just slowly lowered his gaze to stare intently at the screen of his laptop, the glare reflecting on his glasses hiding his eyes and most of his expression quite thoroughly. "I.... What...." He was at a loss for words, and his mouth opened and closed several more times, as if he was trying to find something to say -- or doing a very poor imitation of a fish out of water, if that was the way you looked at things -- before he just hurriedly typed out something or other, and shut the laptop again, stowing it back in its proper place.
He wasn't used to welcomes of the degree he'd just read, having never spoken to more than a handful of people in his life for the most part, and it left him more than a little shaken up.
Trying to shake the feeling off, he lifted up an inch or so off the ground and hovered over to check in on his penguin hosts, just now finishing getting things set up and loaded. "Sorry for not helping get things set up and all, I had a, uh..." He looked away, his expression twisting into something difficult to read. "....a thing to check on."
The sound of something Adam was all too familiar with -- namely, the incessant rattling clink and jangling of firearms being carted around and unloaded onto tables and ammunition for them being set out -- along with the sheer smell of impending bullet spray that was soon to take place...
"Just occurred to me, y'know...but we never got your name, son."
The sudden sound of Max's voice snapped Adam out of his firepower-induced dazed reverie, and brought his attention to focus soundly on the male penguin, And in a moment of supreme intelligence, displaying his endless wit and eloquence, Adam responded in the only sensible way a young gentleman of his caliber might. "Bu-huh wha?"
The pair of looks that greeted his sublimely-worded response might have been hilarious to the point of side-splitting laughter had it not been at Adam's expense. And for the single longest moment of Adam's entire life -- that he could remember, at least -- there was stark silence in the entire room. The noise drifting in from outside seemed unbearably loud in contrast.
Somewhere a box fell and the resulting thunk might as well have been a gunshot for the shattering effect it had on the uncomfortable silence in the room. "Er...your name. Never got it," Max offered up again, trying to shuffle off the awkwardness of the situation as best he could.
Had this very situation been taking place in some ridiculous animated cartoon, this would have been the approximate point at which a grossly disproportionate amount of embarrassed sweat would have beaded on Adam's face and superimposed over his hair, as he averted his gaze, letting out a "Oh, right...yeah, my name...." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that...get so easily distracted sometimes..." In an ever-present habit, he adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up into place before giving any sort of definite answer. "The name's Adam Gaite. .....nice to make your acquaintance, I guess is how the saying goes?"
"Adam Gaite, is it?" Delilah looked thoughtful for a moment. "Now that's a nice-sounding name."
"I get the feeling someone back in the noble Gaite line decided they'd have fun making up a family name. Because it definitely was not a real name that means anything." Adam shook his head in minor irritation. "And someone definitely had a sense of humor, what with naming me 'Adam'..." As he spoke, he plucked at the obnoxiously bright red cog on the chest of his jacket.
The look of confusion he got as he looked back up prompted Adam to scratch the side of his head. "It's....Adam can mean 'to be red'...or 'to make'...depending on which root language you go with...." He looked back down at his clothes. "And y'know...Time is red...and I make my own time....in the most literal sense possible." He sighed, holding up his hands in something between an apologetic gesture and an admission of defeat. "I....like to research things sometimes..."
"Well, that actually is a pretty interesting bit of coincidence, there, if that's all true. Kind of remarkable, to be honest," Max said, turning back to getting things ready for the imminent firestorm to come.
For his part, Adam excused himself momentarily, and produced his laptop, balancing it carefully on one hand while he checked on something. The previous realization of him haring about Ambrosia on the Dataverse had prompted the idea to take a second look at something. Of course, when he did take that look at something, he was completely derailed and sidetracked by something else entirely. And that something else entirely may have just been something that brought him to a complete halt, literally and figuratively.
And then he just slowly lowered his gaze to stare intently at the screen of his laptop, the glare reflecting on his glasses hiding his eyes and most of his expression quite thoroughly. "I.... What...." He was at a loss for words, and his mouth opened and closed several more times, as if he was trying to find something to say -- or doing a very poor imitation of a fish out of water, if that was the way you looked at things -- before he just hurriedly typed out something or other, and shut the laptop again, stowing it back in its proper place.
He wasn't used to welcomes of the degree he'd just read, having never spoken to more than a handful of people in his life for the most part, and it left him more than a little shaken up.
Trying to shake the feeling off, he lifted up an inch or so off the ground and hovered over to check in on his penguin hosts, just now finishing getting things set up and loaded. "Sorry for not helping get things set up and all, I had a, uh..." He looked away, his expression twisting into something difficult to read. "....a thing to check on."
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