[ with an ego this stupid and huge, he can believe anything is possible. ]
Nah. They were the only two women in existence at the time. [ ... ] The ride get too bumpy, just hold onto one of my wings, 'kay?
[ starrrrt your engines. because there's the countdown, and adam perfectly intends to take the win, here. and they're off — he won't cheat 'n fly, but he's speedy; it's helpful to have (nerfed) strength at your disposal. ]
Huh. She appears to be dealing with one of those very ancient existences who is, at the very least, able to talk like he's not from some kind of medieval time. But Chain hums in agreement, grasping one of his wings after he takes off--not because she needs to, despite his speed, but because she might as well educate herself with the guy while she's up close and personal like this.
These poor NPCs likely don't stand a chance, of course. ]
[ no, unfortunately, they don't. so by the time they cross the finish line, it's very apparent who's first. and because chain looks like a human, and isn't a demon (and thus he just doesn't try to beam her triumphantly against the ground), he can set her down tamely. ]
[ less tame is the triumphant whooping and fistpumping. ]
[ She is most certainly not a demon, so she appreciates the handling not being YEET (though this has also happened to her). And it also means she's fine to gamely fistbump Adam in return. ]
[ well. she's right, they do get medals. some coordinator brings them both a dinky medal with "#1" on it. at least it's made of some sort of metal and not just plastic. ]
[ adam hadn't even considered a upcoming monetary dilemma here. will probably, willfully, continue not to worry about that. he examines the prize. ]
What do you think? It'll fetch more if we hawk it as, "Medal Won by the First Man," right?
[ no, if the vacant stare he gives her is anything to estimate by, it seems he couldn't really tell. ]
I mean, yeah, I could see there's a buncha weirdo fucks here. I got that. [ he should mean to include himself in this. (spoilers: he doesn't.) ] Sooo. Even the ones that look human—like you—might be aliens?
[ what is he accused of, huh? well, adam appears to contemplate that. it doesn't take him long to decide whether to share or not. ]
Guilty as charged of being... sexy as hell, and slaying too hard. [ yep. he starts to slam on an air guitar, imitating a bunch of electric guitar noises with his mouth, ] Nanana nanann nananaa naaa! Fuck yeah!
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Oh, I see. You really know how to pick 'em.
[ Eternally damned, huh... ]
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Nah. They were the only two women in existence at the time. [ ... ] The ride get too bumpy, just hold onto one of my wings, 'kay?
[ starrrrt your engines. because there's the countdown, and adam perfectly intends to take the win, here. and they're off — he won't cheat 'n fly, but he's speedy; it's helpful to have (nerfed) strength at your disposal. ]
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Huh. She appears to be dealing with one of those very ancient existences who is, at the very least, able to talk like he's not from some kind of medieval time. But Chain hums in agreement, grasping one of his wings after he takes off--not because she needs to, despite his speed, but because she might as well educate herself with the guy while she's up close and personal like this.
These poor NPCs likely don't stand a chance, of course. ]
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[ less tame is the triumphant whooping and fistpumping. ]
Hahaha!! Fuck yeah, take that, bitches!
[ offering chain a fistbump. ]
Put 'er there!!
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Not bad at all. Positioning aside.
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[ speaking of, looking round - ]
What's our prize supposed to be, anyway?
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[ Chain, already?? ]
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[ well. she's right, they do get medals. some coordinator brings them both a dinky medal with "#1" on it. at least it's made of some sort of metal and not just plastic. ]
[ adam hadn't even considered a upcoming monetary dilemma here. will probably, willfully, continue not to worry about that. he examines the prize. ]
What do you think? It'll fetch more if we hawk it as, "Medal Won by the First Man," right?
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[ That's quite a claim so she says it idly, turning the medal over to examine it. ]
1/2
Which one? Um, fuckin' Earth?
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Yeah, that's the one. Earth. For the love of fuck, please tell me you've heard of Earth.
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[ Please. ]
But in case you couldn't tell, there's a wide variety of people and not-people here who aren't necessarily from the same planet.
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I mean, yeah, I could see there's a buncha weirdo fucks here. I got that. [ he should mean to include himself in this. (spoilers: he doesn't.) ] Sooo. Even the ones that look human—like you—might be aliens?
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[ Funny how that works. ]
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[ okay nvm he gives up ]
Anyway.🎵 Name's Adam, the first man, what's yours? Or I can just call you "babe" from here on out.
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[ Calling her "babe" sounds like a terrible idea, actually? ]
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"Chain," huh? Kinda a baller name, not gonna lie.
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[ Well, it's also a fitting name, but that's a story for another time. Or like. A never time. ]
So what kind of crime are they accusing the first guy of, anyway? [ The first case of toxic masculinity? ]
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[ what is he accused of, huh? well, adam appears to contemplate that. it doesn't take him long to decide whether to share or not. ]
Guilty as charged of being... sexy as hell, and slaying too hard. [ yep. he starts to slam on an air guitar, imitating a bunch of electric guitar noises with his mouth, ] Nanana nanann nananaa naaa! Fuck yeah!
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[ The poor people who had to deal with him at the outset of the world beginning to exist. ]
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[ .. only when it comes to him, though. he strums a few more chords on his imaginary air guitar. ]
What's your crime? Bein' a fuckin' killjoy?
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[ So yes, being a fuckin' killjoy. ]