Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170829003919/@comment-26892768-20170829195302

(Ah. Got it.)

Elsewhere, inside a prison cell, five Skadiki are playing Poker.

They lay down the cards. Several groans and roars of frustration ensue.

"You win. Again." Reidak glares at Hakann.

Hakann smirks. "Well, I'm just good at this."

Avak and Thok glance at each other. Avak gives the slightest of nods, and Thok goes ahead and says, "Yes, yes you are...whenever we plan a Poker game and not just decide to do one out of boredom."

Reidak and Vezok look at Hakann, suspicion in their eyes.

"Hey, I just play the game like I live my-" Hakann freezes as he realizes what he's saying. "I mean-"

Vezok and Reidak lunge at Hakann. Cue fight. Thok and Avak watch with slight amusement.

Elsewhere, outside the prison, three figures are watching under the safety on an invisibility spell.

"Why are we breaking them out and not leaving them to rot again?" Zaktan asks.

"Because your team can be rather useful." The Enchantress replies.

"I understand that. But that would've been easy. It's the...other target that confuses me. You even went to the trouble of contacting those nightmare creatures to help break both my team and him out. This would be much easier if he was left behind." Zaktan notes.

"Oh, believe me...when I'm through with him, he'll be wrapped around my finger - like my apprentice." The Enchantress gestures towards Valeena.

"Somehow, that isn't very comforting." Zaktan mutters.

Back in the prison, inside a maximum security cell, is an imitation of a man.

Lovecraft may have been cured, but that didn't save Masamune. Masamune's body - his mind - was long gone. All that remained was the Bugster. All that remained was Cronus.

And Cronus is biding his time.