RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-11-2012, 04:37 AM
Jack wasn't quite sure what to make of this one, he hadn't even been even slightly subtle about his scorn and now she wanted to be friends?
Was she mocking him? Or just... not very bright?
Desire to pick a fight warred with a refusal to turn down compliments in his head. He'd not worked with Team Rocket before but on the scant other occasions he'd decided to play with others he'd figured that an early display of brutality could end up working in his favour... but eventually he stuck out a hand. They weren't the alley thugs he'd grown up with, right? Rocket were meant to at least be slightly more competent.
He'd signed himself up for the long haul and he was probably going to be with this band for a while. If he was going to make any friends it might as well be with the athletic-looking chick rather than the ancient scientist types that had asked so many questions. Why they would bring so many old people with them he couldn't fathom.
Jack's definition of "old" hovered in an ever advancing position of five years ahead of his own current age.
He grinned again.
"I'm Jack, and I do hope so."
Better safe than sorry of course, they were all crooks here. He sent forth the tendrils of knowing as they shook hands, a good bit of the old telepathy.
Why wonder if she'd been insulting him back when he could just skim the surface of her thoughts and know for sure? Well, maybe know for sure. The mind's a funny thing.
Was she mocking him? Or just... not very bright?
Desire to pick a fight warred with a refusal to turn down compliments in his head. He'd not worked with Team Rocket before but on the scant other occasions he'd decided to play with others he'd figured that an early display of brutality could end up working in his favour... but eventually he stuck out a hand. They weren't the alley thugs he'd grown up with, right? Rocket were meant to at least be slightly more competent.
He'd signed himself up for the long haul and he was probably going to be with this band for a while. If he was going to make any friends it might as well be with the athletic-looking chick rather than the ancient scientist types that had asked so many questions. Why they would bring so many old people with them he couldn't fathom.
Jack's definition of "old" hovered in an ever advancing position of five years ahead of his own current age.
He grinned again.
"I'm Jack, and I do hope so."
Better safe than sorry of course, they were all crooks here. He sent forth the tendrils of knowing as they shook hands, a good bit of the old telepathy.
Why wonder if she'd been insulting him back when he could just skim the surface of her thoughts and know for sure? Well, maybe know for sure. The mind's a funny thing.