Alright fellas, we've done it! Our thirtieth Adventure Zone platform fighter moveset, none other than one of my all-time favorite NPCs, Garfield the Deals Warlock! I'm gonna be taking a break from new movesets now, but maybe I'll return to this series sometime on the horizon.
I'll be honest, I really wanted a Kirby-like character in this, with copy abilities and whatnot, and Garfield seemed like the funniest choice. So that's what led to all this.
Garfield's neutral special has him attempt to steal some blood from a nearby opponent. If successful, he will replicate that opponents neutral special (and get a matching hat) until he loses a stock or it gets beaten out of him.
Garfield's side special has him toss out a grenade, which will bounce around somewhat unpredictably for a second before exploding.
Garfield's up special has him whip out a shopping cart and dash in the direction held. The trajectory is able to be curved somewhat mid-dash. Passing through an item or opponent will put them in the cart, giving Garfield the item or launching the opponent at the end of the dash
Garfield's down special has him briefly whip out his bag of holding and hold it wide open. The bag can absorb three attacks, projectiles, or items. Once it has taken in three things, the next use of this move will launch an amount of gold coins dependent on what was absorbed.
Garfield's finale has him start singing the Fantasy Costco jingle. For the duration of the song, a deluge of items from the Fantasy Costco will rapidly fall from the sky at random locations. Some do more damage than others (looking at you, flaming poisoning raging sword of doom).
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Angus was a good detective. The best detective, if he could say so himself. Good enough for the Goldcliff Militia, good enough for the Bureau of Balance. But there were still mysteries that completely eluded him. Sure, joining the Bureau had cleared some things up. But it also opened up so many more questions. Angus could— and has!— filled several notebooks up with things he wanted to figure out. But right, his most pressing concern was this.
"What do you— what do you mean he was just here?" Angus said, looking away from his notes at last.
The Director was sitting behind her desk, sunk deeply into her chair. She wore a look deep… something. Angus couldn't quite place his finger on it. But it didn't matter right now.
"He was just here," the Director said again, shrugging.
"Is he—he's not inoculated?"
"As far as I'm aware," the Director said, "and I am very aware of who is and isn't inoculated— he has not been."
"How can he live up here—?"
"Who's to say he's alive?" the Director asked.
"…fuck," Angus said. Okay, new page. He started scribbling stuff down. He'd have to look into undead beings more— ooh, maybe Mr. Taako could put him in contact with Mr. Kravitz, he had been wanting to ask a few things about his whole job and purpose and such. Back on topic, Angus, back on topic. Okay. The Bureau's library was probably his next best bet and if not, maybe the Militia's library, since he still had that passcode.
"If I may speak honestly," the Director said, leaning forward. She moved a few sheets of paper aside. "I don't give a fuck how he got up here because, quite frankly, I hate speaking to him. The less we interact, the better. Have you heard his voice? The man sounds like a violin that got beat into a pile of chopsticks. It's not—"
"So you just let him stay?" Angus interrupted, appalled.
"Garfield the Deals Warlock is not a force to be reckoned with, Angus," the Director said gravely. "Sometimes, the easiest way to solve a mystery is to stop thinking about it."
"Well, yeah," Angus said. "But he's— isn't it a security risk, ma'am? If he can get up here, then who's to say someone else couldn't? Someone like— like a Red Robe, or—"
"Angus," The Director said, looking him in the eye. "There are no Red Robes on the moon."
"That you know of," Angus said.
"That I know of," the Director allowed. "But I can one hundred percent assure you that Garfield is not a Red Robe."
"He has the magical ability—"
"He's as much of a Red Robe as you are, Angus," the Director said. "So unless you have something to share—"
"I was— it was a goof, Madam Director," Angus said. "I'm— I'm not a Red Robe." A pause. But could he be? If the Voidfish could erase the memories from his head about the relics, then maybe. But, no— no, Angus had been a baby. He couldn't make a weapon of mass destruction as a baby.
"Mine was also a goof," the Director said, cutting into his thoughts. Oh. Right. Okay. "Angus, I do very much enjoy chatting with you, but I do need you to get out of my office. I'm afraid to say that I have a spa appointment with Merle this afternoon and I need to mentally prepare myself. I think it would be wise for you to stop investigating Garfield and resume looking for another Relic."
"Of course," Angus said. "But if I happen to find anything about Garfield being a— maybe like a lich, or—"
"Can't be a lich," the Director said. "He'd just get blasted off the ding-dang moon."
"I'm— I'm sorry?" Angus asked.
"It really is time for you to go," the Director said, standing. A few of her bones popped and she grimaced. "I believe you left off with the, uhm, the Temporal Chalice, correct? That is— that's a pretty big one." She rounded the desk, doing a sweeping motion with her hands as if to say "shoo!". "I'm sure you can manage, though."
"Of course, I can," Angus said. "I'm the—"
"World's greatest detective," the Director said. "So you've said— and proven, too. Expect a hefty bonus around, uh— midsummer. Or thereabouts."
The Director showed Angus to the door.
"How big of a bonus?" Angus said, shutting his notebook.
"Well, it'll ruin the surprise if I tell you now," the Director said. "Have a good day, Detective McDonald."
"Have a good day, ma'am," Angus said. She shut the door behind him.
Angus love being a detective. That's part of why he was so good at it. But it seemed like every time he and Madam Director spoke, he ended up with more questions than answers. Maybe she was right. They had bigger problems than whatever Garfield the Deals warlock was. Or used to be, if that was anything. He should get back to finding the Chalice.
He paused, opening his notebook again.
It wouldn't hurt to look up more about liches, though. Just in case.
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