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“Cool. I’ll call Oliver to tell him you’re fine.” You pull out your phone. It appears it is weirdly malfunctioning due to the Sewer Problem you had, it has like an <span class="mu-i">Odetta-shaped</span> noise on the screen. By that, you mean static and a picture of Odetta, you don’t remember taking a pic of her. Well, the phone is fine after you shake it. You dial Oliver’s number, but he doesn’t answer, you text him instead. “He isn’t answering, I left him a message on Chat-Now.”
“He never checks his phone.” Matilda doesn’t want anybody to worry.
“I texted Suan De too, and she gave me a <span class="mu-i">thumbs up</span>. So, we’re clear.” You confirm that everything is okay. “By the way, Lord Gargoyle, can I get some delicious context while I make some important pudding?”
“You got that backwards.” Matilda finds your wording off.
“Right. Lord Gargoyle, can I get some delicious pudding while I make some important context?” You deadpan.
“Are you having a stroke?” Matilda didn’t appreciate your great sense of humor.
“No! It can’t be! I just met him…!” Ichie laments your demise as she hugs Ruby.
“They’re joking, Ichie. Don’t take it seriously, please.” Ruby softly reminds Ichie that she’s supposed to stop being dumb.
“You’re asking me to relay the captivating details to a captivated audience? Don’t mind if I do.” Lord Gargoyle gets out of the futon!
“…To the kitchen then.” Wilma is ready to assist you and prompts everyone to move along!
Inside the kitchen, the retelling begins! Not before everyone introduces themselves to the new demonic entity here. You’re working your magic alongside Wilma, while everyone else is sitting around a small table. With one caveat, Ichie is sitting on top of Ruby’s lap like a baby. You have no idea what’s wrong with this Hobo.
“So, a defense protocol? A temple? In the sewers? What’s that all about?” You ask the man in the mask.
“I’m not well acquainted with the lore, but my amazing abilities as a public speaker will make due. Pay close attention as I’ll keep it as simple and easily digestible as I expect the pudding to be.” Lord Gargoyle won’t go on long. “The City’s largest Homeless Shelter serves as a front for what dwells underneath. An ancient building that inexplicably found itself buried deep into the abyss. A bunker for the ones who gave up their homes. A place where the dance fever never ends. The eternal rhythm is enlightened by a fury of colors. The Earthquake of Joy. What lies underneath the structure connected to the sewers is known as the <span class="mu-s">Original Temple of Courage</span>.”
“Excuse me! This sounds like absolute nonsense! Why are we listening to this?” Ichie doesn’t like this story.
“It’s all real like my blue eyes.” Lord Gargoyle points at his mask.
