RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-08-2012, 04:00 PM
Sergio stands proudly at the front of the boat.
Surprisingly, (or maybe not for those familiar with the oddities in this world) Sergio's face shows little to no signs of his earlier misunderstanding with Gerald. His color is back to his natural(?) spray-on-tan hue, and (save for a single small bandage at the corner of his eyebrow) you'd never think this man had been near lethally accosted mere hours ago.
(in fact it is likely some wonder if the reason Sergio was late to begin with was because he had suffered some other wound at the hands of one of the ferry's crew, and needed a few minutes to for his medicinal cosmetics to take effect.)
He takes a deep breath of fresh air, and looks in the direction of the coast ahead (well really he just looks straight ahead and assumes the coast is that way (if it still isn't visible). There is a look in his eye's of a man filled with hope, ready to leave his old troubles behind and take hold of the fresh opportunities this new region has to offer.
(of course with Sergio, it's hard to know what he means by "opportunities")
Sergio notices the flustered deckhand to his left, and taps him on the shoulder in greeting.
"hallo, you seem skittish. Is this your first smuggling?"
Surprisingly, (or maybe not for those familiar with the oddities in this world) Sergio's face shows little to no signs of his earlier misunderstanding with Gerald. His color is back to his natural(?) spray-on-tan hue, and (save for a single small bandage at the corner of his eyebrow) you'd never think this man had been near lethally accosted mere hours ago.
(in fact it is likely some wonder if the reason Sergio was late to begin with was because he had suffered some other wound at the hands of one of the ferry's crew, and needed a few minutes to for his medicinal cosmetics to take effect.)
He takes a deep breath of fresh air, and looks in the direction of the coast ahead (well really he just looks straight ahead and assumes the coast is that way (if it still isn't visible). There is a look in his eye's of a man filled with hope, ready to leave his old troubles behind and take hold of the fresh opportunities this new region has to offer.
(of course with Sergio, it's hard to know what he means by "opportunities")
Sergio notices the flustered deckhand to his left, and taps him on the shoulder in greeting.
"hallo, you seem skittish. Is this your first smuggling?"