[ It's funny how Adolf assumes, every time, that nothing could come along and possibly be worse than the previous thing that happened in Cerealia. It's funny because he's always wrong, and it's funny because every time something comes to ruin his tentatively quiet daily routine, he's baffled by the sudden turn of events. He should really have learned to accept these absurdities by now.
Preamble aside, what's happened this time— this fucking time— is that he's been stripped of his jacket. Which isn't that bad in the grand scheme of things, minus the fact that he has his whole fucked-up burnt-off face on display, but that isn't all: it never is, is it.
The most offensive part of this fiasco is that they've tied the bellydancing bra on top of his sensible collared shirt, and that shit is at least 3 sizes too small, and he's struggling to get it off— why is it so tight and why is it padded— while he scrambles to find cover.
For people who know him, they might be a little alarmed that quiet, scary Mr. Reinhardt is muttering German curses under his breath as he careens into a dark corner. With a bra on.
Weird. ]
PHASE IV
[ Someone is going to get mad at Adolf for being rude to alien animals, but beggars can't be choosers, can they? When something that looks like a cross between an elephant and someone's garden starts coming after you, the wisest thing would probably be to, you know. Do something about it.
So. He really wants to conserve the amount of medication he uses here because he's running out, BUT. He reaches inside his pocket, taps out a small pile of white powder onto the back of his hand. Inhales it through his nose, because... because.
ANYWAY, the important thing here is that a moment later, there's a crack of lightning and the nearest floppy-eared monster topples sideways onto the ground. For anyone within speaking range, eelkun is gonna turn around and offer a very helpful: ] Stay back.
[ Cthulu elephant incoming, though! Help him out, or panic?! ]
BONUS
[ Are you hanging around as a carnival prize right now? Because this guy is passing through, and gives whoever he happens to see a very dubious look. That's... definitely not whatever you're being advertised as, be it 'Fluffy Bunny Toy' or 'Howler Monkey Toy'.
He's actually pretty sure that that's a person being used as a carnival prize, holy shit. ]
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[ It's funny how Adolf assumes, every time, that nothing could come along and possibly be worse than the previous thing that happened in Cerealia. It's funny because he's always wrong, and it's funny because every time something comes to ruin his tentatively quiet daily routine, he's baffled by the sudden turn of events. He should really have learned to accept these absurdities by now.
Preamble aside, what's happened this time— this fucking time— is that he's been stripped of his jacket. Which isn't that bad in the grand scheme of things, minus the fact that he has his whole fucked-up burnt-off face on display, but that isn't all: it never is, is it.
The most offensive part of this fiasco is that they've tied the bellydancing bra on top of his sensible collared shirt, and that shit is at least 3 sizes too small, and he's struggling to get it off— why is it so tight and why is it padded— while he scrambles to find cover.
For people who know him, they might be a little alarmed that quiet, scary Mr. Reinhardt is muttering German curses under his breath as he careens into a dark corner. With a bra on.
Weird. ]
PHASE IV
[ Someone is going to get mad at Adolf for being rude to alien animals, but beggars can't be choosers, can they? When something that looks like a cross between an elephant and someone's garden starts coming after you, the wisest thing would probably be to, you know. Do something about it.
So. He really wants to conserve the amount of medication he uses here because he's running out, BUT. He reaches inside his pocket, taps out a small pile of white powder onto the back of his hand. Inhales it through his nose, because... because.
ANYWAY, the important thing here is that a moment later, there's a crack of lightning and the nearest floppy-eared monster topples sideways onto the ground. For anyone within speaking range, eelkun is gonna turn around and offer a very helpful: ] Stay back.
[ Cthulu elephant incoming, though! Help him out, or panic?! ]
BONUS
[ Are you hanging around as a carnival prize right now? Because this guy is passing through, and gives whoever he happens to see a very dubious look. That's... definitely not whatever you're being advertised as, be it 'Fluffy Bunny Toy' or 'Howler Monkey Toy'.
He's actually pretty sure that that's a person being used as a carnival prize, holy shit. ]
...Looks like you might need help. [ you think ]