RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-10-2012, 05:12 AM
Nada:
You grab a fistful of sheet and give it a truly manly tug, but slip on a damp board and land on your ass again. Unwilling to be bested by mere containers, you stand up, take a critical eye to it, and notice the strap and buckle tying the tarp down. A quick tug on that gives much better results, and you lift the sheet with a flourish.
Huddled against the far wall of the cage are a pair of reddish, carapaced Pokemon. They sport large claws, a bunch of short, pointy legs, and the larger is about half a metre long. It froths at the mouth a bit before charging at Nada, banging its claws ineffectually upon the bars. The clanging alerts the captain, who shoves Lucian aside to see what's going on.
Sergio:
The kid doesn't seem petrified of you all so much as stubbornly concentrating. At a guess, someone told him not to engage in idle chitchat with his passengers. Nothing in his behaviour reveals anything other than the fact he's got plenty of experience on a boat. He stands from somewhat-needlessly checking the flanking lights on the ship, and shakes his head.
"My first time doing the run with Uncle. He says I'm not to speak with you."
If he was going to follow that up with anything, a clanging from the back of the ship interrupts him.
Minnie:
Pointedly not noticing whatever the fuck Nada's doing, the last of your words are drowned out by something smacking at some bars. Several dozen metres across the ocean's still surface, a couple of bubbles break the moon's reflection thereupon.
Lucian:
The captain doesn't seem to have that much work to do, beyond suffusing the little cabin with cigarette smoke and glancing periodically at the couple of screens on his dashboard.
He turns around just as you're about to greet him. His eyes narrow, you hear the ship's motor cut out as he yanks at a handle, and he marches past you as Nada curiously pokes whatever has been freshly unveiled.
Something upon the dashboard beeps. The still-persisting haze makes determining what made the noise difficult.
You grab a fistful of sheet and give it a truly manly tug, but slip on a damp board and land on your ass again. Unwilling to be bested by mere containers, you stand up, take a critical eye to it, and notice the strap and buckle tying the tarp down. A quick tug on that gives much better results, and you lift the sheet with a flourish.
Huddled against the far wall of the cage are a pair of reddish, carapaced Pokemon. They sport large claws, a bunch of short, pointy legs, and the larger is about half a metre long. It froths at the mouth a bit before charging at Nada, banging its claws ineffectually upon the bars. The clanging alerts the captain, who shoves Lucian aside to see what's going on.
Sergio:
The kid doesn't seem petrified of you all so much as stubbornly concentrating. At a guess, someone told him not to engage in idle chitchat with his passengers. Nothing in his behaviour reveals anything other than the fact he's got plenty of experience on a boat. He stands from somewhat-needlessly checking the flanking lights on the ship, and shakes his head.
"My first time doing the run with Uncle. He says I'm not to speak with you."
If he was going to follow that up with anything, a clanging from the back of the ship interrupts him.
Minnie:
Pointedly not noticing whatever the fuck Nada's doing, the last of your words are drowned out by something smacking at some bars. Several dozen metres across the ocean's still surface, a couple of bubbles break the moon's reflection thereupon.
Lucian:
The captain doesn't seem to have that much work to do, beyond suffusing the little cabin with cigarette smoke and glancing periodically at the couple of screens on his dashboard.
He turns around just as you're about to greet him. His eyes narrow, you hear the ship's motor cut out as he yanks at a handle, and he marches past you as Nada curiously pokes whatever has been freshly unveiled.
Something upon the dashboard beeps. The still-persisting haze makes determining what made the noise difficult.
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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