Open The Gates! Can One Minion Slip Through?! (Open) Sept 27, 2020 4:56:33 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Sept 27, 2020 4:56:33 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 205,000
Things were quiet. Too quiet.
At least, that's what the Ogre's might've thought on this pleasant afternoon. They were too busy dealing cards and jamming to some tunes. Today was their day off, though not exactly sanctioned. They'd decided amongst one another that once every week they'd get together, shirk their responsibilities a bit, and shoot the breeze over some music. Not like anyone important ever checked down here, right? The Soul Recycling Machine was working just fine. Bubbling and rumbling as it usually opted to do.
Situated between both Heaven and Hell, the machine was a massive old thing that took the bad out of souls that'd served their time in Hell (or enjoyed their stay in Heaven) and churned them back into the waking world. It rested on a massive plateau, some hundred miles in diameter, and housed a large group of ogres. Some were there as guards, while a smaller batch were a cleanup crew. Their job was to ensure the machine didn't break down and slow down the reincarnation progress.
All things considered, though, their job was all talk and no work anyways. Playing guard duty for this thing was a precaution they need not take, especially since the thing hadn't malfunctioned in at least two thousand years... Give or take, anyway.
Crowding around a table were about three dozen or so Ogres, each of varying colors. They seemed hyperfocused on whatever game those at the table were enjoying. Were there bets involved? The cheering seemed to imply high stakes.
"Heh. No way you can defend against this: I play Kabochan Crusher!"
He slapped a card down on the table, and the other two ogres playing against him raised their brows in interest. From the small thin thing emerged a miniature man. He bore the crest of the Solar Empire on his chest. An older print of the card, it seemed. "With my Kanassa field enchantment, he gains Clarivoyance, meaning the first attack made against him is ignored. And, since he also comes packaged with Precision, that means he immediately counter-attacks for free!"
Smugly, the Ogre crossed his arms. This free-for-all duel was his to win.
"Nice try, but you forgot about my Tree of Might field card, and its Ensnare aura."
"Uhh no I didn't. Clairvoyance isn't affected by Ensnare."
The other ogre scoffed. "What ruleset are you playing by? 2046? It's been considered an on-field effect since Tree of Might got reprinted."
For a moment, the crowd was silent. They all leaned in, reading the card text intently. By all intents and purposes, it seemed Kanassa's effects were canceled out entirely. Kabochan Crusher returned to being a fairly mediocre card by all accounts.
"Tsk tsk," another voice chided. "You really ought to keep up with your game knowledge. You could've saved your Kanassa card until after your other opponent played Disc of Destruction. It removes all aura effects and the cards associated."
"Yeah I... Wait, who're you again?"
"Oh? Me? It's Vocado. A pleasure to meet you."
A gloved hand pushed through the crowd, and blasted a hole through the ogre's chest.
The crowed erupted in terror, each of the lazy ogres responding in their own brand of fear. Some leaped into action, but were promptly tossed aside by Vocado's defenses. Others ran for the hills, and another batch opted to call in for help. Normally, Vocado would've honed in on the support crowd first, but he wanted a decent challenge today. Maybe a few hundred more ogres could scratch his armor.
"Gaff," Vocado called, his hands cupped over his mouth, "Gaff! Get to work on this rinky-dink little machine would you?"
Grasping the throat of an Ogre as he stepped toward the machine, he couldn't help but frown. It seemed so... Old. Unimportant, too. If he hadn't been told explicitly that this thing was important he'd never have guessed.
If the phantom arrived, he'd give him a casual nod, tossing his captive across the plateau and into the depths below.
"See if you can decipher exactly how this thing works before jumping in. Our plan won't exactly work if you get reincarnated as a goat, now would it?"
With that, he lifted into the air, spraying energy bullets into the crowd of ogres with a cackle. He was playing up the theatrics just a bit, but he wanted to show off just a little. He'd gained some power down here, though not much he supposed. He'd hit some kind of wall, and training alone wasn't getting him through to the other side. Perhaps today would give him the proper motivation.
"Can't any of you dopes stop us?!"
Vocado is attempting to assist Gaff in escaping the Afterlife! If no heroes show up within the next 4 posting rounds, Gaff will succeed in escaping without interference!