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Damon Gilroy
Damon was in a daze when there came a knock on his door. "Oh, no, no, no, no, NO," he mumbled, at first, but snapped so loud at the end that it echoed within his nearly empty chambers. "What's...the password?" he half hissed, half drawled from where he hung upside down in front of the door. "What comes down, but never goes up?"
After a few seconds to solve the riddle, Damon swung his cane at the door a few times to get it to open without coming down from the bar where he hung. His face was as dreary as the dank room he lived in, eyes dull and sunken, as he looked at Cristopher - though not really at him, more like past him, through him - like the man who stood before him was nothing but a mirage, a ghost, and he scarcely wanted to admit he was there. "Gordon, Gorgon, Gordon. How odd to see you. Here... Hmm. You haven't come for yourself, have you? How boring. Unless!" Damon's eyes lit up. "Oooh, you've come for her. And that means," a laugh built in his throat, "there must be an execution!"
Just like that, his entire demeanor changed. He did a back-flip off the bar he'd been hanging from, and thrust his arms out dramatically. A boisterous laugh bubbled from him, crashing into the walls and booming out the door. "Let the games begin!" he cheered, and practically skipped out into the corridor, whistling a toon from years ago.
After a few seconds to solve the riddle, Damon swung his cane at the door a few times to get it to open without coming down from the bar where he hung. His face was as dreary as the dank room he lived in, eyes dull and sunken, as he looked at Cristopher - though not really at him, more like past him, through him - like the man who stood before him was nothing but a mirage, a ghost, and he scarcely wanted to admit he was there. "Gordon, Gorgon, Gordon. How odd to see you. Here... Hmm. You haven't come for yourself, have you? How boring. Unless!" Damon's eyes lit up. "Oooh, you've come for her. And that means," a laugh built in his throat, "there must be an execution!"
Just like that, his entire demeanor changed. He did a back-flip off the bar he'd been hanging from, and thrust his arms out dramatically. A boisterous laugh bubbled from him, crashing into the walls and booming out the door. "Let the games begin!" he cheered, and practically skipped out into the corridor, whistling a toon from years ago.