RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
07-15-2012, 03:57 AM
Jack uncreases his brow and the grin returns to his face. Nothing to it really, takes more than a bit of water to slow him down.
Now then.
Taking his bag off his shoulder, he uncoils a slightly rusty length of chain[ and begins wrapping one end around his hand, there isn't really anywhere else to grip it. While he's winding he fumbles around in his head for the bit where Gastly normally is and starts to relay commands telepathically. There's not really any particular need for secrecy, it just looks a lot cooler if his Pokemon does what he tells it without him apparently having to do anything.
And besides, by this point it's become almost automatic.
Probably a good idea to put you somewhere out of the way, hmm? That rooftop is basically ideal. Get a good vantage point.
And then once you're nice and settled in put the big guy to sleep for me. He looks just a little upset that I tossed him around like that, wouldn't want him getting ideas.
Jack himself (or at least the human one) with chain now securely in hand, strolls slowly North across the deck until he's almost close enough to touch the Corphish he fished up.
He tries to make his sedate pace seem casual, rather than because he's worried he's going to lose his balance on the deck.
In what crazy world does the floor move around so much? It's just not right.
Now then.
Taking his bag off his shoulder, he uncoils a slightly rusty length of chain[ and begins wrapping one end around his hand, there isn't really anywhere else to grip it. While he's winding he fumbles around in his head for the bit where Gastly normally is and starts to relay commands telepathically. There's not really any particular need for secrecy, it just looks a lot cooler if his Pokemon does what he tells it without him apparently having to do anything.
And besides, by this point it's become almost automatic.
Probably a good idea to put you somewhere out of the way, hmm? That rooftop is basically ideal. Get a good vantage point.
And then once you're nice and settled in put the big guy to sleep for me. He looks just a little upset that I tossed him around like that, wouldn't want him getting ideas.
Jack himself (or at least the human one) with chain now securely in hand, strolls slowly North across the deck until he's almost close enough to touch the Corphish he fished up.
He tries to make his sedate pace seem casual, rather than because he's worried he's going to lose his balance on the deck.
In what crazy world does the floor move around so much? It's just not right.