RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-14-2012, 04:15 PM
Lucian:
The beep repeats, at a higher pitch, then again a couple of seconds later. It's enough to home in on the source - a somewhat-dissected piece of gadgetry that's only slightly unfamiliar to Lucian. A few tell-tale details (namely, the waterproof buttons still attached to some tape-wrapped wires) identify it as a thoroughly hacked Pokeradar. The screen and casing have been stripped, and hooked up to a larger panel that looks more like a heart-rate monitor in a hospital. Scales along the sides give depth and distance.
From the motion of the pulses in the display (and figuring out what it was before someone butchered it), you conclude around half a dozen of the same evolutionary line of Pokemon are swiftly approaching the boat.
Hrm.
Nada:
Your attempts to MAKE ALL THE FRIENDS backfires as someone hauls you up from behind by the scruff of your shirt.
"Which one of you idiots," enquires the captain of the boat, "is in charge of this idiot?"
Dirty Harry is too busy giving the crabmons a critical glare to lend a hand; the captain is apparently dissatisfied with your companions' non-snappy answers and tosses you to the deck of the boat (5HP damage). The bigger caged Pokemon stops its rhythmical beating on the bars to spit some bubbles in her face, but the bars disperse what might've been an attack to the point of harmlessness.
Jack:
Nariman:
Beep boop them be Corphish, both female. The larger is about full size for its species; the smaller about half that.
Your feeble STR modifier, combined with your unaerodynamic ammo, buffets about half the paper scraps back. Some stick to the sides of the boat, most land in the water by the boat, and a few flutter out in the direction you intended.
It doesn't elicit any response-
But whatever was there had other plans in mind. Another carapaced Pokemon sticks its face out of the water, and shoots a jet of bubbles with enough force to sting and barrage the captain. This distracts most of you enough for something else to firmly smack the other side of the fishing boat. You turn, and a fourth Corphish launches itself onto the deck.
Captain Fischer looks none-too-pleased with this development. He wipes at the cuts trickling blood into his eyes, and retreats to his cabin, not bothering to ask Lucian what the hell he's doing there.
"This is your grunt's doing, you get rid of the Pokemon!"
Vladenie
Meanwhile, you get a much better look of what's happening on the port side of the ship - namely, the nasty crab-looking thing, which nearly takes your ear off as it forcibly boards. Unseen to everyone else, two more tried a similar stunt, with less success. They fell into the water with a splash, but the bubbles are now congregating around the bit of hull which unhinges, presumably to make it easier carting boxes on and off the deck.
Battle Start!
Status
Modnotes
The beep repeats, at a higher pitch, then again a couple of seconds later. It's enough to home in on the source - a somewhat-dissected piece of gadgetry that's only slightly unfamiliar to Lucian. A few tell-tale details (namely, the waterproof buttons still attached to some tape-wrapped wires) identify it as a thoroughly hacked Pokeradar. The screen and casing have been stripped, and hooked up to a larger panel that looks more like a heart-rate monitor in a hospital. Scales along the sides give depth and distance.
From the motion of the pulses in the display (and figuring out what it was before someone butchered it), you conclude around half a dozen of the same evolutionary line of Pokemon are swiftly approaching the boat.
Hrm.
Nada:
Your attempts to MAKE ALL THE FRIENDS backfires as someone hauls you up from behind by the scruff of your shirt.
"Which one of you idiots," enquires the captain of the boat, "is in charge of this idiot?"
Dirty Harry is too busy giving the crabmons a critical glare to lend a hand; the captain is apparently dissatisfied with your companions' non-snappy answers and tosses you to the deck of the boat (5HP damage). The bigger caged Pokemon stops its rhythmical beating on the bars to spit some bubbles in her face, but the bars disperse what might've been an attack to the point of harmlessness.
Jack:
Nariman:
Beep boop them be Corphish, both female. The larger is about full size for its species; the smaller about half that.
Your feeble STR modifier, combined with your unaerodynamic ammo, buffets about half the paper scraps back. Some stick to the sides of the boat, most land in the water by the boat, and a few flutter out in the direction you intended.
It doesn't elicit any response-
But whatever was there had other plans in mind. Another carapaced Pokemon sticks its face out of the water, and shoots a jet of bubbles with enough force to sting and barrage the captain. This distracts most of you enough for something else to firmly smack the other side of the fishing boat. You turn, and a fourth Corphish launches itself onto the deck.
Captain Fischer looks none-too-pleased with this development. He wipes at the cuts trickling blood into his eyes, and retreats to his cabin, not bothering to ask Lucian what the hell he's doing there.
"This is your grunt's doing, you get rid of the Pokemon!"
Vladenie
Meanwhile, you get a much better look of what's happening on the port side of the ship - namely, the nasty crab-looking thing, which nearly takes your ear off as it forcibly boards. Unseen to everyone else, two more tried a similar stunt, with less success. They fell into the water with a splash, but the bubbles are now congregating around the bit of hull which unhinges, presumably to make it easier carting boxes on and off the deck.
Battle Start!
Status
Modnotes
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
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
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