Oogie-Boogie (
face_in_the_moon) wrote2014-12-20 11:49 pm
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Oogie Boogie bossfight thread
When they all come through the door, it's dark, at first; but there are some colourful lights in the middle distance, and a deep voice humming a jazzy tune. There is rumbling, and creaking, and a deep chuckle in the distance. Right ahead of them, there is something like a narrow metal tunnel leading very gently downwards. At the end of it, Enzo is waiting for Dani to bring the others.
Beyond him, there is the sound of jazz music and clanking; something groans in the echoing, cavernous space, but you can't tell if it's a person, or some long-suffering, rickety machinery. The darkened space beyond Enzo seems to be -- a casino?
There's a roulette wheel in the middle of the room, there are blackjack cards as decoration, and there are -- chains? A casino dungeon, then, inhabited by a living potato sack which is walking around the roulette wheel, humming with dark, sadistic cheer. And the chains contain a certain jolly old man with a white beard, in his underwear, on a sloping poker table, head down.
He probably needs rescuing soon.
[[OOC: This works like an EP -- please tag in separately/in the teams you came with, and kick potato sack ass, so everybody gets to defeat Oogie Boogie in Millitime. Remember, the key to defeating him lies in pulling out his thread!]]
Beyond him, there is the sound of jazz music and clanking; something groans in the echoing, cavernous space, but you can't tell if it's a person, or some long-suffering, rickety machinery. The darkened space beyond Enzo seems to be -- a casino?
There's a roulette wheel in the middle of the room, there are blackjack cards as decoration, and there are -- chains? A casino dungeon, then, inhabited by a living potato sack which is walking around the roulette wheel, humming with dark, sadistic cheer. And the chains contain a certain jolly old man with a white beard, in his underwear, on a sloping poker table, head down.
He probably needs rescuing soon.
[[OOC: This works like an EP -- please tag in separately/in the teams you came with, and kick potato sack ass, so everybody gets to defeat Oogie Boogie in Millitime. Remember, the key to defeating him lies in pulling out his thread!]]
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"Because you'll find it hard indeed,
To survive these people here,
Who hold this gentleman quite dear."
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Not least uncomfortable. Doesn't this creature know about his bloomin' back? Let alone his need to have something other than his own snow and candy canes to eat for the last few weeks.
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The walking potato sack notices them, and turns towards them.
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"You picked the wrong Santa and the wrong transdimensional bar to mess with, Sack Boy!"
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Still, it's Milliways. There may be a Simple Misunderstanding That Can Be Easily Solved By Talking,here. He puts his hands to his mouth and shouts. "Hello, Potato-Sack! Is this a private party, or are we all invited?"
He's rather hoping it won't be solved by talking.
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"Welcome, newcomer!" he declares, in a deep, melodic rumble. "Enter my humble dungeon and have fun."
He rubs his hands, smirking widely. Some colourful bugs crawl out of his mouth.
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"You're too modest! It's a most impressive dungeon." It is; the thing has original taste, at least. And Bahorel has his coat off and almost-casually draped over one arm as he strolls, like any late party arrival,to almost-reaching distance and holds out his free hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monsieur--?"
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He dashes in, running in the matter he learned over his life to make up for his limp, then turns on the Beetle once in range.
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Duster stands there for a second in shock. No one ever was able to hit his hand in just the right way to knock out one of his tools, even if the Siren Beetle didn't work. But searching for it will have to wait; the monster is still there.
He tosses a smoke bomb in Oogie's direction before backing off.
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He grabs hold of a thread, and he pulls.
Like knitting without a needle, the creature falls apart before him, scattering bugs in every direction.
[ooc: This is the bit you link to at the end folks <3]
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Was there ever a creature?
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The look on her face pretty much says it all when she sees the casino decor, and her hands begin to crackle, her eyes to glow when she steps through and faces...a sack. An oddly animated sack, sure, but still. "What the hell are you supposed to even be?"
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