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“Who the hell are you?” Now that you have realized the fact you don’t know where this guy came from, it’s only natural to ask.
“Oh, me? Excuse me. I haven’t introduced myself. I am…” Lord Gargoyle stops mid-sentence. “What did we agree on, Major? The one we said will spotlight my greatness?”
“I told you to forget about it. Was copyrighted.” Oliver sighs. “Gargoyleman is fine.”
“And that one ain’t copyrighted?” You wonder.
“I bet it is.” George doesn’t sugarcoat it.
“No way.” Lord Gargoyle looks it up on his demonic phone. “<span class="mu-i">Yes way</span>… That’s a blowie. Terrible times are ahead of us, gentlemen.”
“I’ve been mentally calling you <span class="mu-i">Lord Gargoyle</span>. Does that work?” You recommend.
“Fancy, I like that. <span class="mu-i">Lord</span>. Such a strong word. Sounds both noble and despicable depending on the circumstances.” Lord Gargoyle has been named! This is like the 4th occasion you’ve named something, and you haven’t gotten any better at it.
“Who is this clown?” The moody Henry asks Oliver for a clarification. You were going to do that.
“I am Lord Gargoyle, another wielder of the Dark Arts.” Lord Gargoyle introduces himself properly. Or improperly. This isn’t his real name. “Gentlemen, our union will echo through the centuries.”
“I’m asking him because I don’t want to hear you talk.” Henry frowns. Lord Gargoyle puts his hand over his chest, offended.
“He’s Lord Gargoyle, another wielder of the Dark Arts.” Oliver deadpans.
“Where did you find him?” You ask before Henry gets angrier.
“We met online! We have a Disquid group of Super Villains, it’s called the Infernal Chamber & Beers. It’s our first meeting in real life.” Oliver explains. “We’re the only ones with flames.”
“I’ve been leaving my mark on the battlefield for a good while, I’m quite outstanding if I say so myself. Like, ask anyone that went to the stadium meeting. I saved plenty of butts, round butts. But I didn’t have a gimmick for a good chunk of it, so people don’t remember.” Lord Gargoyle shrugs. “To be fair, I’ve been rocking this mask since back then, just didn’t fully commit. And I guess I’m amassing a following after the cult went kaput. People like the <span class="mu-i">aesthetic</span>.”
“You brought him here to help?” You ask Oliver.
“Not really, I didn’t want to ditch him like that. So I asked him to come by.” Oliver smiles. “I can ask him to leave if you want.”
<span class="mu-s">Will you kick Lord Gargoyle out now?!</span>
>Yes.
>Write In.
<span class="mu-s">Anything else?</span>
>Tell Lord Gargoyle that he’s invited to join the Nameless.
>Ask Lord Gargoyle he’s evil evil.
>Ask Lord Gargoyle what happened at the Stadium. This plot point is so old, you don’t think it’s relevant anymore, but well, you’re still curious after all of those years… er… months. Or Month? When was it?
>No, you must move onto the mission…
>Write In.
