Oogie Boogie bossfight thread

[face_in_the_moon]

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!]]

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[clayforthedevil]

Whoever this lumpy sack-fellow is, it has the man Bahorel had been suspected of kidnapping. (Which whole affair is very nearly insulting. Bahorel can get in his own trouble.)

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.

[face_in_the_moon]

No, the large potato sack quickly turns towards Bahorel, and cheerfully waves, then claps his sacky, lumpy hands.

"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.

[clayforthedevil]

Is the sack-man full of bugs? Spitting bugs? A sack full of bugs? Interesting.

"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--?"

[face_in_the_moon]

"I'm the Oogie-Boogie Man, and the pleasure is all mine!" the walking potato sack declares, taking Bahorel's hand with a sack-edge that wiggles inside, and then swinging him around, as if in mockery of a dance.

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel laughs and swings out as far as he can on the sack-man's arm, then shifts his weight, swings back towards the monster fast like an enthusiastic dancing partner--and kicks hard at the apparent seam.

[face_in_the_moon]

"Ooof!" the monster says, wobbling like a punching-bag when hit.

There are bugs escaping from its seams.

[clayforthedevil]

Seams it is then! Bahorel moves in fast, throwing a series of punches at the monster's seams and any place that seems to be dangerously overstuffed.

[face_in_the_moon]

Bugs burst forth, but the monster hits back at the same time, swinging around slowly but inexorably.

[clayforthedevil]

Where the monster hits, it stings-- but Bahorel's riding the high of a fight now, and enjoying himself too much to care about a few bruises and thumps.

The bugs are a bit more of a problem; when they fall, they skitter around underfoot (and get squished with the occasional triumphant shout), making the ground less certain. How many of the things are there, anyway?

The next kick he connects with, he looks sharply to see exactly how the bugs are getting out, and just how quickly and tightly the seams seal up again.

[face_in_the_moon]

With that kick, the seams split more widely, and more bugs fell out -- or try to escape, maybe?

[clayforthedevil]

Even bugs can want their liberty, and who's Bahorel not to oblige that? He swings in again, throwing his coat in Oogie's face like a matador's cape, and rips at the gap in the seam.