RE: Pokemon Tabletop RPG
08-09-2012, 09:16 AM
"Oh, uh-"
Tori is momentarily lost for words. Options in her head include:
"I'm not taking shit from dead strangers."
"Whatever, I guess I can sell it?"
"I'll take it I guessss, but gifts from the dead are still weird."
"You have a son? Should I, uh, say hi to him when I see him? Or would that just freak him out?"
"Do you normally give presents to strangers?"
"How are you holding that?"
She manages to use her spontaneously-improved Wisdom to not blurt any of that out, and manages a "thanks. It, uh, it was no trouble."
Tori takes out a single incense stick from the pot, lets Natalie take a whiff of it, and if she finds it to her satisfaction pokes it in her feathers like a feather in her hat. A hat made of feathers. With a feather in it that's not actually a feather.
Natalie (presumably) gives no fucks.
Having done that, Tori finally comes down from battle adrenaline and notices Bastion's semi-conscious on the floor.
"Oh, fuck me."
Tori starts shoving people aside so she can haul Bastion up and carry him back to Spirit Town, never mind the fact there's a burly-ass viking right there who could do it for her.
As she's presumably-dragging/stumbling down the stairs, she resolves to do a few things:
-At a slightly less ungodly hour, go talk to this Wisp feller. If Gym Challenges or whatever mean prize money, and this dude's just got a bunch of ghosts like Gyps (how else could have that Gina bitch or whatever have been a problem?), it sounds like easy loot.
-Get a decent night and maybe morning's sleep now because christ
-At the earliest convenience, start getting schooled on Pokemon types. Seems like the kind of thing she could use, if she just got smart about it.
Tori levelled up! Point in WIS, took Workout (again) and increased her CON by 1 (again).
Tori is momentarily lost for words. Options in her head include:
"I'm not taking shit from dead strangers."
"Whatever, I guess I can sell it?"
"I'll take it I guessss, but gifts from the dead are still weird."
"You have a son? Should I, uh, say hi to him when I see him? Or would that just freak him out?"
"Do you normally give presents to strangers?"
"How are you holding that?"
She manages to use her spontaneously-improved Wisdom to not blurt any of that out, and manages a "thanks. It, uh, it was no trouble."
Tori takes out a single incense stick from the pot, lets Natalie take a whiff of it, and if she finds it to her satisfaction pokes it in her feathers like a feather in her hat. A hat made of feathers. With a feather in it that's not actually a feather.
Natalie (presumably) gives no fucks.
Having done that, Tori finally comes down from battle adrenaline and notices Bastion's semi-conscious on the floor.
"Oh, fuck me."
Tori starts shoving people aside so she can haul Bastion up and carry him back to Spirit Town, never mind the fact there's a burly-ass viking right there who could do it for her.
As she's presumably-dragging/stumbling down the stairs, she resolves to do a few things:
-At a slightly less ungodly hour, go talk to this Wisp feller. If Gym Challenges or whatever mean prize money, and this dude's just got a bunch of ghosts like Gyps (how else could have that Gina bitch or whatever have been a problem?), it sounds like easy loot.
-Get a decent night and maybe morning's sleep now because christ
-At the earliest convenience, start getting schooled on Pokemon types. Seems like the kind of thing she could use, if she just got smart about it.
Tori levelled up! Point in WIS, took Workout (again) and increased her CON by 1 (again).
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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