[Gar just stares kind of blankly. Though he had received a summons to report to the parade, he had been fairly sure it was some sort of formality that all the entrants went through. The grin begins to spread across his face as they hand him his regalia.]
Holy crap, I won. What do we get?! Do I get a key to the city? Can I be Mayor for a day? Wait, if I'm Duke, I outrank the Mayor! I want to give the Mayor orders!
On your knees, peasants, hahaha!
[i, open] [During the parade itself, Gar spends most of his time flinging confetti at the crowd and behaving in a rather unseemly fashion for royalty. At one point, he climbs to the highest point of the parade float and flies down into the crowd to (his own) rapturous applause, growing enormous eagle's wings. A short while later, he sprouts octopus tentacles and waves at the crowd from four different directions.]
This is probably the greatest day of my life.
[Whenever the parade is done, Gar can be found with a stick he's picked up from somewhere, tapping his friends and also random strangers on the head while affecting a terrible British accent.]
What ho, you scallywag! Be a good chum and show honor to your Duke by offering him your sweetcakes and foodstuffs, what what?
[iv, open] [Gar can be found holding a sword in awed wonder, his eyes starry and wide. Who allowed this? Why was Gar given the chance to be within 50 feet of a sword, let alone hold it? Who knows?]
Oh crap.
This is my destiny.
Gar Logan, superhero, wielder of a sweet-ass sword. ...Hey, can I borrow like, 5000 bucks?
[vi, open] [Anyone standing at the entrance to the ski lodge will find their peaceful ski trip rudely interrupted by a tidal wave of snow spraying them in the face as Gar performs a sharp full stop atop a snowboard.
He actually seems to be pretty decent, judging from the fact that he's still standing.]
C'mon, let's get out there! Last one up the mountain's gotta do the double black diamond!
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I won?
[Gar just stares kind of blankly. Though he had received a summons to report to the parade, he had been fairly sure it was some sort of formality that all the entrants went through. The grin begins to spread across his face as they hand him his regalia.]
Holy crap, I won. What do we get?! Do I get a key to the city? Can I be Mayor for a day? Wait, if I'm Duke, I outrank the Mayor! I want to give the Mayor orders!
On your knees, peasants, hahaha!
[i, open]
[During the parade itself, Gar spends most of his time flinging confetti at the crowd and behaving in a rather unseemly fashion for royalty. At one point, he climbs to the highest point of the parade float and flies down into the crowd to (his own) rapturous applause, growing enormous eagle's wings. A short while later, he sprouts octopus tentacles and waves at the crowd from four different directions.]
This is probably the greatest day of my life.
[Whenever the parade is done, Gar can be found with a stick he's picked up from somewhere, tapping his friends and also random strangers on the head while affecting a terrible British accent.]
What ho, you scallywag! Be a good chum and show honor to your Duke by offering him your sweetcakes and foodstuffs, what what?
[iv, open]
[Gar can be found holding a sword in awed wonder, his eyes starry and wide. Who allowed this? Why was Gar given the chance to be within 50 feet of a sword, let alone hold it? Who knows?]
Oh crap.
This is my destiny.
Gar Logan, superhero, wielder of a sweet-ass sword. ...Hey, can I borrow like, 5000 bucks?
[vi, open]
[Anyone standing at the entrance to the ski lodge will find their peaceful ski trip rudely interrupted by a tidal wave of snow spraying them in the face as Gar performs a sharp full stop atop a snowboard.
He actually seems to be pretty decent, judging from the fact that he's still standing.]
C'mon, let's get out there! Last one up the mountain's gotta do the double black diamond!