RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-09-2012, 10:50 AM
Nada:
The grunt tries to open the crate he is sitting on. He fails, and falls off it for 1HP of damage.
Sergio:
The deckhand hesitates for a moment, stammers out a "Yeah, I guess, I uh-" before glancing to his captain for moral support. Some kind of unspoken message between the two cements his resolve, and he pushes past Sergio to double-check the state of the lifeboat behind him.
Vladenie:
Poppy is pleased to get out of her Pokeball, SS Victoria rules declaring people should not engage in wanton cockfights aboard the ferry. She hovers half a foot or so above the perimeter wall of the ship's deck, keeping close to her trainer.
Lucian:
The tarp smells vaguely of fish, though the same could be said of the rest of the boat. Whatever it conceals has at least a solid top, stands about 1.5m tall by 1.5m square in floor area, and doesn't seem to be holding anything that is both large and active.
The deckhand moves to the starboard side of the front deck, giving you the opportunity to investigate a bit further.
Putting your ear to it as you bend down yields no noise from within above the sounds of the ocean, but something scuffles a bit on the opposite side of the cage as you lift the tarp a little. The single glaring lamp, atop the ladder affixed to the cabin's back wall, usefully tosses your shadow over the gap in the tarp. You do glimpse a vertical bar, though, before the pilot harrumphs and you stand up sharply. He doesn't appear to have noticed you.
Dominique:
Jack gives you his best haughty glare, amusement curling the corner of his mouth.
"You think keeping my mouth shut round a violent superior is because of nerves? I merely elected to listen, instead of taking every opportunity to brag about inconsequential achievements."
He lets his Gastly out of his Pokeball, grins matching.
"You should try it sometime."
Although he's righteously up himself, you didn't think his response came off as deliberate deflection. He just prefers to talk about himself more than give straight answers to simple questions. Classy.
The grunt tries to open the crate he is sitting on. He fails, and falls off it for 1HP of damage.
Sergio:
The deckhand hesitates for a moment, stammers out a "Yeah, I guess, I uh-" before glancing to his captain for moral support. Some kind of unspoken message between the two cements his resolve, and he pushes past Sergio to double-check the state of the lifeboat behind him.
Vladenie:
Poppy is pleased to get out of her Pokeball, SS Victoria rules declaring people should not engage in wanton cockfights aboard the ferry. She hovers half a foot or so above the perimeter wall of the ship's deck, keeping close to her trainer.
Lucian:
The tarp smells vaguely of fish, though the same could be said of the rest of the boat. Whatever it conceals has at least a solid top, stands about 1.5m tall by 1.5m square in floor area, and doesn't seem to be holding anything that is both large and active.
The deckhand moves to the starboard side of the front deck, giving you the opportunity to investigate a bit further.
Putting your ear to it as you bend down yields no noise from within above the sounds of the ocean, but something scuffles a bit on the opposite side of the cage as you lift the tarp a little. The single glaring lamp, atop the ladder affixed to the cabin's back wall, usefully tosses your shadow over the gap in the tarp. You do glimpse a vertical bar, though, before the pilot harrumphs and you stand up sharply. He doesn't appear to have noticed you.
Dominique:
Jack gives you his best haughty glare, amusement curling the corner of his mouth.
"You think keeping my mouth shut round a violent superior is because of nerves? I merely elected to listen, instead of taking every opportunity to brag about inconsequential achievements."
He lets his Gastly out of his Pokeball, grins matching.
"You should try it sometime."
Although he's righteously up himself, you didn't think his response came off as deliberate deflection. He just prefers to talk about himself more than give straight answers to simple questions. Classy.
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow