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It had been approximately two years since the end of Gunmar's war, as well as to Morgana's attempt to cast the eternal night. She had long been trapped into the shadow realm, along with her fallen champion "Angor Rot". Who had not died in vain, for soon after a year of her banishment, was resurrected by whatever holy cause. He was alive, and free, having regained his soul, he finally had a chance to live the life he also wanted to, he can finally find peace within himself. Jim had offered Angor a chance to join them in their journey to New Jersey in search for their new heartstone. It's the least he could do after the ex-assassin betrayed Morgana to help them, as well as accidently destroying his soul the first time. Though as kind as the offer was, Angor Rot simply wanted to be alone for a while. He wanted to explore all he could without having to depend on anyone for once. He made his way back to Arcadia, seeing as the trolls were no longer there. Sorrily mistaken, once Angor had reached the small city, he was in complete shock. The city had changed quite a lot during his time away, trolls could be seen walking among the humans with no care in the world. It seems trolls have gained access to many public locations during the day now as the citizens of the crazy city had built in paths and many markets specifically for trolls to travel safely through the day. It was honestly something, to see humans and trolls walking amongst each other once again after years of hiding in the shadows, it really brought out the amazing journeys this mud ball of a planet could bring. Despite the vase majority of humans who have accepted the trolls to walk among them, there has been many political and public community outbreaks because of it. Many humans feeling quite unease with the stone like creatures living amongst them as if they were people, many declaring them as "monster" and " dangerous ", "such creatures should be locked away". Of course the trolls were feared, humans weren't use to their presences, let alone their existence, it was gonna take a lot more then saving the world for them to fully accept them sadly. Angor did his best to go unseen while traveling the streets, he didn't exactly feel like interacting with anyone at the time, like he said before, he wanted to be alone, to clear his head. Being brought back from the dead for the third time doesn't exactly make it an easy thing to get over. He didn't need trolls coming around poking questions, neither with the humans since he's sure they'll recognize a new troll walking amongst them after a year living with a few. As much as he wanted to avoid interaction, it was practically impossible to do, the streets were full of life, troll markets practically at every corner you turned, surrounded by both trolls and fascinated humans. Angor Rot was starting to feel quite claustrophobic, the crowded streets overwhelmed him, it was too much to handle in such a short time. Angor breathing began to grow heavy, practically panting despite not moving, he grew dizzy as the noise of the busy streets grew louder and louder, echoing in his ears, pounding loudly. Angor Rot fell to his knees, covering his ears attempting to block out the noise, people began to notice, walking over towards Angor Rot, asking if he was alright and if he needed any medical. A human placed their hands over Angor shoulder, causing him to panic, he jumped up to his feet and ran, pushing anyone that got in his way, he eventually found himself sitting between Stuart's Electronics ally way. Catching his breath, he made sure no one had followed him, placing a hand over his forehead to think, gripping at his chest while doing so. 'What the hell was that', Angor had experienced panic attacks before, back when his soul was stolen from him, but he didn't know why it had occurred now, nothing had happened. He couldn't think straight, he head pounding heavily, he grunted as the pain consumed him.
"Oy, mate, you doing alright there bucko, been sitting for a while now, feeling alright"
Angor head flew up at the sudden presence, a human, how had he not sensed him, if this had been an attacker Angor would have surely perish. Though from the looks of it, the only thing that should fear this human was tacos and clothes, as well as hygiene. A strange oder washed the chunky man head to toe, Angor grunted, it wasn't exactly bad for his taste, but strange enough to not want to come in contact with him. Angor turned his head away from the human, completely ignoring his presence, not wanting to talk to anyone, especially with this human. It seems they took notice, as they began to speak again.
"Not much of a talker ay, that's fine, name's Stuart, owner of this little shop over here, 'Stuart's Electronics', yeah I know, such a original name haha, but yeah, I saw you run into the ally a while ago, just wanted to check if you were alright, you seemed pretty shakened up, thought I could lend a hand and help ya with whatever it was that got you so spooked"
That upset Angor Rot, the idea of having a human help him just shock him to the core. He was a great powerful warrior, a amazing assassin, he wasn't going to accept help from anyone ever, especially from a human. He made that mistake once with the trollhunter, losing his soul was aching, he wasn't willing to find out what he could lose if he accepted this human's help, most likely just his dignity, but still. Angor Rot stood himself up from the floor, hovering over the small human, picking him up by the collar of his shirt, he placed his face right up against Stuart's, glaring at the man with hatered in his eye.
"If I ever see you come across my path ever again, attempting to offer me your shitty excuse of help, I'll rip your limbs out your poor excuse of a flesh body and feed it to your family as I feast upon the remains of your shallow corpse, never, and I mean never, come into my path ever again, 'Stew-art' of 'E-let-tron-ic', this is your last and final warning"
With that said, Angor rot dropped the small chubby man on the floor, falling back a bit himself as he was hit with a another wave of pain. He grunted loudly and made his out the ally, Stuart laughed nervously and waved Angor goodbye, fixing his shirt collar as it had been stretched out more then usual.
"Man, he really has a way of saying 'Thank you, no thank you', h-huh, praise the tarrons, that was scary"