10-01-2015, 09:57 AM
It was cold. Like not just cold, but really fuckin' cold. The kind of cold that made Adam realize all too quickly that the God Tier outfits weren't quite as insulating as he had been lead to believe. Sure, they kept out the worst of the wind, and he probably wouldn't freeze to death any time soon....but that wasn't much comfort when his entire arms were nearly bared to Boreas's fucking hate-wheezing.
Fuck Boreas.
For that matter, fuck the North Wind. Fuck wind in general.
But most of all, fuck the entirety of this god damn verse full of ice and cold and pain. It was full of nothing but contempt for anything that wasn't covered in a foot thick layer of fur or rage to protect them from the cold. Adam had neither of those things. It was only the faintly simmering cauldron of pure and utter discontent for nearly everything at that particular moment that kept him from eroding a nice hole to hide in and get out of the wind and snow.
Well, that and the clownish fuck currently staring him down from ten paces away. That incessantly dull, vacant, dopey half grin on his face did more than unnerve Adam. He'd seen a similarly dull, vacant expression on the face of a highblooded troll before, and it had ended with him getting FUCKING IMPALED TO A LIGHTNINGROD.
"Alright I give. I'm apparently fated to be continually haunted by some clown with the melted ass end of a rainbow for blood unless I do something about it I guess."He really didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. Adam had never been the best at handling Strife when he was by his lonesome. But he didn't really have many other options all the way out here in the ice box of a sadistic man child deity.
Squaring his shoulders, the young Heir of Time brought his crutch up to bear, shaking off snow that had collected upon it, and attempted to dislodge the pearly flames from his own frame as he lifted off to hover a few inches above the ground. "Do or die, clown. Preferably the latter."
Fuck Boreas.
For that matter, fuck the North Wind. Fuck wind in general.
But most of all, fuck the entirety of this god damn verse full of ice and cold and pain. It was full of nothing but contempt for anything that wasn't covered in a foot thick layer of fur or rage to protect them from the cold. Adam had neither of those things. It was only the faintly simmering cauldron of pure and utter discontent for nearly everything at that particular moment that kept him from eroding a nice hole to hide in and get out of the wind and snow.
Well, that and the clownish fuck currently staring him down from ten paces away. That incessantly dull, vacant, dopey half grin on his face did more than unnerve Adam. He'd seen a similarly dull, vacant expression on the face of a highblooded troll before, and it had ended with him getting FUCKING IMPALED TO A LIGHTNINGROD.
"Alright I give. I'm apparently fated to be continually haunted by some clown with the melted ass end of a rainbow for blood unless I do something about it I guess."He really didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. Adam had never been the best at handling Strife when he was by his lonesome. But he didn't really have many other options all the way out here in the ice box of a sadistic man child deity.
Squaring his shoulders, the young Heir of Time brought his crutch up to bear, shaking off snow that had collected upon it, and attempted to dislodge the pearly flames from his own frame as he lifted off to hover a few inches above the ground. "Do or die, clown. Preferably the latter."
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