RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
08-02-2012, 05:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2012, 05:24 AM by Not The Author.)
Aside from a cursory glance over his shoulder to discern who's come to annoy him now, Lucian does not deign spare his... peer much attention. As the speech concludes, he sighs through his nose and withdraws a small notebook and pen.
After a moment's scrawling, he neatly tears away his freshly minted note, folds it in half, and places it atop the cage beneath Nariman's knife. He then returns his writing utensils to his coat, and his attentions to the boat.
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The note reads, in neat cursive handwriting:
After a moment's scrawling, he neatly tears away his freshly minted note, folds it in half, and places it atop the cage beneath Nariman's knife. He then returns his writing utensils to his coat, and his attentions to the boat.
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The note reads, in neat cursive handwriting: