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This page is for the dialogue for all the scenes with Damien Bloodmarch. Depending on how you play his route will determine how his character will be displayed.
Introduced to Damien[ | ]
At the mall[ | ]
???: Look, this is very important to me.
I overhear a stifled argument over at the cash register. An older gentleman is carrying a garment and showing it to a bored-looking cashier with pink hair.
Cashier: I can see that. Don't know what to tell you dude, I just work here.
???: Listen, when I bought this online the website said this blouse was Victorian-inspired. However, when I received it, it CLEARLY held the trademark of Edwardian dressage.
Cashier: Do you want a coupon? I can give you a coupon. Will you leave if I give you a coupon?
???: Is there a manager present? People have to know what they're buying.
Cashier: I AM the manager.
???: I see. Well, it would seem that I have outstayed my welcome. Good day, shopkeep. Your superiors will receive a strongly-worded letter by post.
Cashier: Whatever, dude.
The man whirls around and storms out, his literal coattails trailing behind him. I can’t tell if they are Victorian-inspired or Edwardian in nature.
Amanda trots up to me with a T-shirt in her hand. Oh boy. Here it comes.
Amanda: Heeeeey, Dadtron 5000...
Avatar: YES, I'll buy it for you.
Amanda: Wow, that was easy. Thanks!
Avatar: At least it's only one this time.
Amanda plops the shirt onto the counter and grins at the cashier.
Amanda: I love your hair.
The cashier says nothing and rings Amanda up, radiating hatred. I hand her a twenty.
Avatar: So what was that guy's deal?
The cashier rolls her eyes so hard I’m worried she'll pull something.
Cashier: That's Damien. He's in here all the time. He's obsessed with Victorian fashion or whatever.
She hands Amanda her bag and it's clear the conversation is over.
We make our way out of the store and head home to get some rest.
At the barbecue[ | ]
[The following scene only appears if you decided to make food at home instead of going to the mall.]
Joseph: Let me introduce you to Damien.
Joseph beckons a tall man in gothic attire over to the conversation.
Damien: Good eve, friends.
Joseph: Damien, this is our new neighbor Avatar.
Damien: Ah, so lovely to meet you!
Damien shakes my hand and then bows.
Damien: If ever you're interested, it would bring me great pleasure to host you for a spot of afternoon tea.
Avatar: Wow, uh... yeah. That sounds rad.
Damien: Splendid. Well, I must be off. Perhaps our paths shall cross again.
Damn. What a classy dude.
[The following is how the text appears if you decided to make food at home instead of going to the mall.]
I spot Joseph chatting with Damien by the grill. I wonder what they're talking about? I walk over to them.
Joseph: So I'm curious, can you walk me through why you had your house painted black?
Damien: Where do I even start? The house stays warmer in the winter, it provides an artistic contrast to the rest of the neighborhood, and it complements the crimson interior perfectly.
Joseph: It's definitely an...interesting...choice
Damien: Thank you, I'm very proud of my abode.
Joseph: Avatar! I was just having a conversation with Damien here about his...aesthetic design decisions.
Damien: Ah, greetings once again, Avatar.
Damien: Do tell me about yourself. Are you new to the area?
Avatar: Yes! My daughter and I just moved in the other day.
Joseph: Are you enjoying the party so far?
Avatar: Oh definitely, thanks so much for putting this on. It's nice to be in a cul-de-sac where everyone is so friendly and welcoming.
Amanda walks up to the conversation.
Amanda: Hi! It's... Damien, right? My name's Amanda!
Damien: At your service! What a pleasure it is to meet you.
Damien finishes the sentence with a flourish and a bow, producing a single rose and offering it to Amanda.
Amanda blushes and returns the gesture with a curtsy.
Amanda: My, do you know how to treat a lady.
[The following is how the text appears if you previously saw Damien at the mall.]
I spot Joseph chatting with the guy from Dead, Goth, & Beyond by the grill. I wonder what they're talking about? I walk over to them.
Joseph: So I'm curious, can you walk me through why you had your house painted black?
Damien: Where do I even start? The house stays warmer in the winter, it provides an artistic contrast to the rest of the neighborhood, and it complements the crimson interior perfectly.
Joseph: It's definitely an...interesting...choice
Damien: Thank you, I'm very proud of my abode.
Joseph: Avatar! I was just having a conversation with Damien here about his...aesthetic design decisions.
Damien regards me up and down with a warm but critical eye.
Damien: How do you do? I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
Avatar: I think I saw you in Dead, Goth, & Beyond the other day.
Damien's face turns bright red.
Damien: I...must apologize for my behavior on that day. You see, I take the Goth lifestyle very seriously, and to be caught in a ruse by such a corporation as Dead, Goth, & Beyond was profoundly frustrating, indeed. I hope you know that while my anger may have been justified, it was no such way for a gentleman to act.
Avatar: It's...okay, man.
Damien: Do tell me about yourself. Are you new to the area?
Avatar: Yes! My daughter and I just moved in the other day. She was the one I took to Dead, Goth, & Beyond.
Damien: Very good taste on her part, does she partake in the Goth lifestyle?
I think for a second. I look over to Amanda, who's hanging out with some of the older kids in the neighborhood.
Avatar: HEY AMANDA, WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF GOTH?
Amanda yells back.
Amanda: I WOULDN'T NECESSARILY TRY TO FALL UNDER ANY ONE SPECIFIC LABEL BUT I GUESS IF I HAD TO CHOOSE I WOULD MORE DESCRIBE MYSELF AS TWEE HIPSTER WITH SOME NORMCORE LEANINGS. BATS ARE COOL THOUGH.
Damien: Ah, pity.
Joseph: Are you enjoying the party so far?
Avatar: Oh definitely, thanks so much for putting this on. It's nice to be in a cul-de-sac where everyone is so friendly and welcoming.
Amanda walks up to the conversation.
Amanda: I also like the Lost Boys a lot. Really good movie. Does that count as Goth?
Damien: That it would, my dear. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Damien Bloodmarch, at your service.
Damien finishes the sentence with a flourish and a bow, producing a single rose and offering it to Amanda.
Amanda blushes and returns the gesture with a curtsy.
Amanda: My, do you know how to treat a lady.
[Joseph dialogue]
Lucien: Dad, can we go now?
Damien: Ah, Lucien, have I introduced you to Avatar yet?
Hey, it's that punk kid from Amanda's school.
Avatar: I remember you.
Lucien: Whatever.
Damien: That's no way for a young man to speak to his elders! Be polite.
Lucien bows.
Lucien: Whatever...sir.
Lucien bows again.
Lucien: Mr. Christiansen, may I have a veggie burger...sir?
Joseph: Coming right up, bud. Are you vegetarian?
Lucien: Yup.
Damien: Make that two veggie burgers. Did you know that some people in the Victorian era were vegetarians? They described carnivorous-type people as "blood-lappers".
Lucien: Dad...
Joseph: That's really interesting, Damien.
Joseph turns to the grill. Just a hint of a tattoo peeks out from underneath his sleeve. I can't believe I didn't notice it before. It looks like the bottom of an anchor.
Lucien: Whoa, is that a tattoo?
Joseph: Yup. I wasn't always a youth pastor, you know.
Lucien: That's so cool. Wanna see mine?
Damien: What?
Lucien pulls back some rubber bracelets, revealing a lopsided "666" in black ink.
Lucien: My buddy gave me a stick-and-poke tattoo last week. I think it's healing up pretty good.
Damien: Lucien! ...We'll talk about this later.
Joseph: That's pretty cool. What's the significance of the tattoo?
Lucien: I dunno...I just thought it looked sick.
Joseph: Well, in my opinion the only reason you need to get a tattoo is because you want one. Careful though, that number carries weight.
Man...Joseph is a way cooler Youth Pastor than I thought. I just figured Youth Pastors popped out of the womb with a bible. I wonder what he did before preaching.
Joseph: And without further ado, let's work some magic.
Joseph closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and gets to work. With the greatest of ease he sets patties on the grill, flourishing as he flips his spatula in the air. It’s easily some of the best grillwork I’ve ever seen.
Joseph: You guys think this is my first time in front of a grill?
He's working faster now, effortlessly tossing cheese onto patties and perfectly grilling onions on the side. One after another, the dads take notice and crowd around Joseph to admire his masterful technique.
Craig: You probably didn’t know this, Avatar, but Joseph's known around here for his grillmanship.
Brian: He's un-grill-ievable.
Craig: I've tried to get on his level, but I just can’t ketchup.
Mat: Lettuce keep studying. He has a Rare quality about him.
Damien: Mustard we keep talking about this? Can't we just appreciate the artist?
Robert: I've never seen him make a mis-Steak.
Hugo: Okay, we need to stop, this is getting too...cheesy.
Amanda: PLEASE STOP.
All of the children at the party boo the glorious display of puns in unison.
Joseph: Alright guys, the food's ready! Please form an orderly barbe-queue.
Amanda groans. We all grab our food and hang out, enjoying perfectly cooked cheeseburgers.
First Date[ | ]
[TBA]
Outside Damien's house (Part 1)[ | ]
I make the short walk over to Damien's house. Well, I guess you can't really call it a house. It's more of a manor? Estate? The gothic architecture looms above the other homes in the cul de sac.
I walk past a couple of gargoyles guarding the front door and look around for a doorbell. There doesn't seem to be one.
I pull the large, ornately carved bat's head door knocker back and a hollow sound echoes throughout the house as I strike it against the door.
I wait several moments before the door slowly creaks open.
...
It's a little creepy, but I enter the home and take a few steps into the foyer, noting the oil portraits of who I assume are dead relatives hanging on the wall.
Inside Damien's House[ | ]
As I'm admiring them. the front door slams shut behind me.
Avatar: H-hello?
Silence. An oil lamp in the corner flickers dimly, casting ominous shadows against the wall. Why do I feel like all the people in these paintings are staring straight at me? Why is it so cold? Where's Damien?
Damien: Avatar, pleasure to have you in my home.
I look up and see Damien standing at the top of a majestic staircase with a walking candle holder.
Avatar: What's uh...what's with the door slamming shut?
Damien: Oh sorry, there was a draft.
Avatar: And the door creaking open when I knocked?
Damien: I accidentally left the door unlocked.
Avatar: And the creepy oil paintings?
Damien: I like oil paintings.
Avatar: Right.
Damien: Right.
Damien: ...
Damien: Please! Let me show you around!
Avatar: Okay.
Damien leads me around his house, showcasing his parlor, sitting room, auxiliary sitting room, and the parlor again for some reason.
Damien: This is one of the older homes on the block, yes. but nowhere near as old as the architecture might suggest.
Damien: Through extensive renovations, I have been able to craft a residence that is both historically accurate to the Victorian period and equipped with the amenities of any modern dwelling.
We walk past a door covered in bumper stickers, caution tape, and a Black Parade poster.
Avatar: Did they listen to My Chemical Romance in the Victorian era?
Damien: That's... my son's room. You know how the rebellious teenage years are. Onward, onward. There's more to see.
We reach a door at the end of the hall that opens with a flourish.
In the archives[ | ]
Damien: And this is...the library.
Sunlight streams in from floor-to-ceiling arched windows. The walls are lined with packed bookshelves and even more books are scattered across the period-appropriate furniture, Damien is clearly proud of this room.
[The following dialogue chains can be encountered in any order based on player choice, unless the player chooses 'that's enough of the tour' first.]
[Look out the window]
I walk to the window and am greeted with a beautiful view of Damien's backyard. It showcases a beautiful view of the rest of the cul-de-sac. Hey, I can see Craig on his lawn. He's doing pushups. With his daughters on his back.
Damn.
He sees me and waves happily, doing pushups with one hand now.
DAMN.
Damien: Did you know that Victorians spent at least 20 hours a week gazing longingly out of full-length windows?
Avatar: Wait, really?
Damien: No. But Victorians did appreciate telling a good joke.
[Look at the butterflies]
I walk up to the glass display of pinned bugs on the wall. It's pretty impressive.
Avatar: Nice bugs.
Damien: I pinned them all myself. Maybe I could show you how sometimes.
Avatar: I'm concerned I would stick the pin right through my finger.
Damien: Ah, the pinner's gambit.
Avatar: Is that a thing?
Damien: No.
[Pick up a book]
Damien: You know Avatar, in the Victorian era there was some controversy surrounding reading. Many people thought the more tawdry novels would encourage youths into a life of crime and would cause too much of a distraction from work and school.
I pull out a book at random and examine the worn cover. Opening it, I turn to a random page and read aloud.
Avatar: "Naruto struggled against the chains that Sasuke had bound him with. Shirtless and out of breath, he looked up at Sasuke. Sasuke smirked, unbuttoning his ninja pants-"
Damien: Okay! I think that's enough!
Damien snaps the book shut and places it back onto the shelf.
Damien: That's... a rare book from my private collection.
[If you chose 'that's enough of the tour' or go through all other options]
Damien: Please, will you join me for tea?
I follow Damien to his sitting room, where finger foods have already been set out upon a beautiful, tiered silver tray. I take a seat on one of the high backed chairs as Damien pours and serves me some tea.
Avatar: I can't believe we're having High Tea.
Damien smiles to himself.
Avatar: What?
Damien: It is a common misconception that high tea refers to the wealth or class of the people enjoying it, when in fact the "high" refers to both the later time of day that the working class had to enjoy tea and the height of the tables on which they're served.
Avatar: Oh.
Damien: My dear friend, we're currently enjoying Afternoon Tea.
Avatar: That's... informative.
Damien takes a seat next to me and serves me a tiny sandwich.
{The following three dialogue options are part of one dialogue tree and only one can be selected during the date]
[Your home is really impressive]
Avatar: It seems like you've really put a lot of work into this place.
Damien: Th.. thank you.
Damien: No one's ever complimented my home before.
Avatar: Hell, I can barely get matching salt and pepper shakers in my place, and look at what you've done. I'm kind of jealous.
Damien: That's... very generous of you to say.
[Are there a lot of Goths in Maple Bay?]
Damien: Plenty, actually. We mostly communicate online on Goth forums. You wouldn't believe the Victorian-era drama that these people get into.
Avatar: Drama?
Damien: So-and-so wore this undercoat over this period-inappropriate petticoat, someone else doesn't understand the difference between a bodice and an underbodice.
Damien: People will get angry if you wear a mismatched color of black, Avatar. I'm not kidding. This is an actual thing people will get angry about.
Damien: And don't even get me started on sub-styles.
Damien catches himself before he gets too heated.
Damien: Ir's um... it's mostly frill-based discourse.
[I like your cape]
Damien: It's a cloak, actually. But thank you. Victorian fashion is very important to me.
Avatar: You pull it off quite well!
Damien: Oh, thank you.
Damien: Regardless of my historical leanings, it's very important to me to present myself well. It has taken a long time to come up with a style that's both true to form and representative of myself, but I'm very happy with how I dress.
Damien: I do get some strange looks, yes, but it's something that brings me a great deal of joy, so I don't mind.
Damien: To be able to wake up in the morning, pick from my closet a variety of cloaks, waistcoats, top hats, and even binders that are period appropriate feels amazing.
Avatar: You wear top hats?
Damien: ...
Damien: You don't?
[No matter which option you chose, the dialogue branch leads here]
Avatar: What got you so interested in Goth stuff?
Damien: Well, when I was a young boy, my father --
Avatar: Did he take you into the city?
Damien: Sorry?
Avatar: Haha, did you guys see a marching band?
Damien: I'm afraid I don't understand.
Avatar: ..you're serious?
Damien: Of course.
Avatar: But, it's... you know. The song. Amanda made me listen to it.
Damien: ...
Avatar: Seriously?
Damien: I'd love to see a marching band.
Avatar: ...
Damien: Nevertheless, I've always had a love for art, history, and fashion. What started off as a small hobby of collecting taxidermied animals grew into sort of an obsession. It's a privilege to be able to appreciate the lives and culture of those who came before us, I think.
Avatar: Why not go all the way?
Damien: I like not dying when I catch a cold.
He takes a sip of tea.
Damien: I can acknowledge that there are many very terrible things about the Victorian era, and to try to live a life that strictly aligns with those ideas would be admittedly horrid.
Damien: But I think it takes a critical mind to truly appreciate something to the fullest -- to be cognizant of its flaws and love it all the same.
Damien: Tell me, Avatar, do you have any hobbies?
Avatar: Oh man I do, but I don't know if I care about anything the way you care about this stuff.
Damien: Well, I'd love to hear about your interests. Hearing someone talk about the things they're passionate about is intriguing, and quite honestly, rather attractive.
Damien: Please, do tell me about your hobbies.
Quick, sound sophisticated!
{The following three dialogue options are part of one dialogue tree and only one can be selected during the date]
[I like watching soap-making videos on the internet]
Avatar: Soap is... uh... an important advancement in modern society. Getting rid of germs and stuff. I would say that the people who make soap are... the true heroes here. To watch them work... is an honor.
Avatar: I um.. tried making some with Amanda once and we both had to go to the doctor for the rashes. Which I guess goes to show that we should leave it to the professionals.
{Love me some word jumbles]
Avatar: The uh... written word fascinates me. We spend so much time using words, you know? And uh... I think people would appreciate them more if they had to un-jumble them.
Avatar: It's poetic, really.
Damien: Oh, so you're a writer.
Avatar: In a sense.
[I learned how to juggle once]
Avatar: Gravity is an interesting thing, and um, I believe juggling is the pinnacle of humankind's interaction with the... gravitational arts.
Damien: Interesting.
Avatar: I started out with scarves but now I can comfortably juggle balls. Juggling pins is currently um... out of my purview.
Damien looks at me quizzically, but shrugs it off.
[Regardless of dialogue choice, all branches lead here.]
We finish our tea and finger sandwiches.
Damien: Come, I have one more thing to show you.
In the garden[ | ]
Damien takes me around the back of his home, where a variety of flowers flourish in beautifully landscaped rows. A small stone path weaves through it and butterflies flit lazily through the air.
[TBA]
Drive to school[ | ]
[TBA]
At school[ | ]
[TBA]
Driving home[ | ]
[TBA]
Outside Damien's House (Part 2)[ | ]
[TBA]
Second Date[ | ]
Outside the theatre[ | ]
The night finally rolls around where I'm supposed to meet with Damien. The next day he had left another beautifully crafted letter thanking me for mine and agreeing to the evening. Amanda helps me pick out a nice outfit and I show up to the theater a little bit early. It's a chilly night and the theater is kinda crowded, bit it's still nice.
Damien: How do you do.
I jump at the sound of his voice, and turn around to see Damien right behind me.
Avatar: You almost gave me a heart attack! How long were you there for?
Damien: I don't know, I just walked up. My apologies for frightening you.
Avatar: Was that thunder? Is it gonna rain soon?
Damien: I didn't hear anything.
Avatar: What?
Damien: ...
Damien: What?
Damien: Regardless, the hour grows close.
Damien: Shall we take our seats in the cinema? I must thank you again for purchasing our tickets.
Damien: Please, allow me to replay the deed in Sour Patch Kids or, perhaps, Milk Duds.
Avatar: Let's do it.
We get in line to buy snacks. As we're waiting, I hear a familiar voice behind us.
???: Ugh, my Dad's here.
I turn around to find Lucien standing a few feet behind us with a gaggle of other Goth kids.
Damien: Lucien, how nice to see you. I didn't know you were coming to the theater. I'm glad to see you spending some quality time with your friends.
Lucien: Whatever, Dad.
Damien: And what movie will you be attending tonight?
Lucien: My friends are making me see some kids movie about talking animals. I don't really care about it.
Damien: Well, I do hope you enjoy your evening. We'll be watching Vampire Crusade II: Evil Never Dies.
Lucien: You? Watching that?
Avatar: Yeah, I thought Damien would enjoy it.
Lucien: Ha! Good luck with that, Dad.
Lucien rejoins his friends and I look over to Damien.
Avatar: Good luck with what?
Damien: It's nothing, my son loves to tease.
We wait in line for a little longer and Damien buys us snacks.
He seems a little nervous. I wonder what's wrong.
Inside the theatre[ | ]
[TBA]
After the movie[ | ]
[TBA]
In the cemetery[ | ]
[TBA]
Outside Damien's House[ | ]
[TBA]
Third Date[ | ]
[TBA]
Bayside[ | ]
[TBA]
At the shelter (Part 1)[ | ]
[TBA]
In search of the dog[ | ]
[TBA]
Bayside[ | ]
[TBA]
Stadium[ | ]
[TBA]
Aquarium[ | ]
[TBA]
Coffee Spoon[ | ]
[TBA]
Cul-de-Sac[ | ]
[TBA]
Inside Hugo's House[ | ]
[TBA]
At the shelter (Part 2)[ | ]
[TBA]
Amanda's Graduation Party[ | ]
Lucien[ | ]
[TBA]
Damien[ | ]
[TBA]