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After he had unconsciously recoiled, leaning back from the princess as she leaned closer, Adam did his best to listen to Guu's own explanation of her origins. Definitely much more full of god-fuckery than what he'd been through. Also sounded a hell of a lot more strange. At least the gods that he'd been subjected to had been simple enough to wrap his mind around. This sounded much more complicated and his mind was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it any more than necessary. It was a defense mechanism.

When she finished, Adam merely tilted his head to one side, the confusion -- not to mention shock -- written clearly on his face as he fished for something to say.

The awkward silence was eventually broken after several seconds by the ever-wise little crocodile, who interjected with a simple, "NAK."

It was enough to snap Adam out of his confusion, and he jerked his head about to face Nakworth as his expression jumped to one of alarm and possible disgust. "THAT was rude. Don't ever say that again."

"NAAAAAAAAAAK." The crocodile stood up, his legs turning into a blur of motion, and he hopped down off the back of the couch, scampering away around a corner and out of sight.

".....why did I even summon him here...?" Adam grumbled to himself. He turned back to see Guu just sort of...staring, with an expression he was pretty sure even a Mind player couldn't figure out. Adam most certainly did not flinch from the experience, nor did he ponder making an excuse to make himself as scarce as possible and rapidly evacuate the area to just about anywhere else.

But he did finally give voice to something that had clicked into place.

"Y'know...what you said about where you came from an all...sounds vaguely like something out of Lovecraft." He scratched at the back of his head. "Different worlds and people sometimes 'seeing' alternate ones that are just stories in their own, I guess, huh?" He floundered for a moment longer before being mercifully spared from further stupidity or embarressment on his part by a sudden phone call for the princess.

"Hang on a sec," she said, at which Adam was only too glad to oblige, and left her to her phone call.

He was up and off at just the right speed to indicate 'no i'm not trying to put as much distance as physically possible between me and something that is a source of ABJECT AND UNEXPLAINABLE TERROR but i need to go do a thing WAY OVER HERE please excuse me'. He had been hearing something or other outside anyway, and it had begun to irritate him to an extent as well as drawing his attention to see what the hell it was.

And as he finally opened the door to see what it was, he was met with an intense wave of unpleasant memories and a sharp, crashing feeling of dread.

Oh.

God.

NO.


He stood there, frozen stock-still, eyes wide and staring behind glasses covered with a sharp glare, at the scene before him. Not one, but two trolls. Locked in the throes of a fierce alternian slam-poetry battle. It was quite possibly the worst thing Adam had ever seen or heard, but it still managed to send a further shiver of terror up his mind, and recalled extremely unpleasant events involving a certain highblooded Doom player.

Adam was not a fan of trolls, or of being murdered by them, or of having pretty much anything to do with them at all.

He was only interrupted from his intent to close his door and remain inside for the rest of his (un)natural days by something even MORE bizarre happening. Another figure joined the fray of the fierce battle of poetry slams. A fucking doctor. Or...a ninja. A ninja-doctor. Doctor-ninja?

A GOD-DAMNED NINJA WEARING A FUCKING DOCTOR'S COAT IS WHAT IT WAS

And it sent Adam over the edge.

He took one step back. He carefully and quietly closed his door. He turned around. He floated slowly across the room, his attention mostly fixated on a point on the far wall. He idly noted in passing that Guu seemed quite frustrated about something or other and was in the middle of making another call.

It didn't quite click in Adam's mind, as he was by that point too busy repeatedly introducing his forehead to the wall with a resounding thunk each time. "WHY. DID. IT. HAVE. TO. BE. TROLLS. WHY. AUGH." Each impact and matching thunk was also paired with a word, in a very aggravated, some might even say frightened, tone.

Overreacting on Adam's part? Probably.
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