RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
08-21-2012, 06:53 AM
Jack sighed and kneaded his temples in frustration. He'd wanted to learn how competent the rest of his crew were going to be? Well... even worse than he's thought possible to be honest.
You don't piss in your own watering hole, you don't antagonise bartenders. Bartenders are your friends! They know everyone and everything and, perhaps more importantly, own vast quantities of alcohol.
Why Minnie had even thought to provide her own story was beyond him considering that they hadn't even needed an alibi and he hadn't been lying.
He snapped his fingers to get Gastly to reveal itself again and then visibly waved it out of the door. He wasn't sticking it in a pokeball and it wouldn't be inside the establishment, surely nobody could disagree with that?
Besides it wasn't even like he was disarming himself, at first sign of violence his plan was to just teleport back outside the building so he could reunite, get prepared and maybe even make a better entrance.
He made a note to check for cameras, this place was perhaps not quite seedy enough that the owner wouldn't just call the Jennies if things got bad.
He spread his empty hands wide in a placatory gesture. He didn't have any weapons and now he didn't have any Pokemon, totally not a threat!
"Look, I don't know what you think we're up to... Hell, I don't know what these two are up to, but all I want is a drink. I've given you cash and everything.
I don't want trouble, I want to sit down and have a chat with some people who I apparently knew even less about than I had thought.
One of them wants to start a circus! Well, we ain't going to lack for clowns.
Though as we can't even organise a pub crawl I don't think that's going to work out."
And, as common sense apparently hadn't entered into any of his decisions so far, an extra tiny little sentence by way of damage control heard only in the head of Nada.
"Don't say anything."
You don't piss in your own watering hole, you don't antagonise bartenders. Bartenders are your friends! They know everyone and everything and, perhaps more importantly, own vast quantities of alcohol.
Why Minnie had even thought to provide her own story was beyond him considering that they hadn't even needed an alibi and he hadn't been lying.
He snapped his fingers to get Gastly to reveal itself again and then visibly waved it out of the door. He wasn't sticking it in a pokeball and it wouldn't be inside the establishment, surely nobody could disagree with that?
Besides it wasn't even like he was disarming himself, at first sign of violence his plan was to just teleport back outside the building so he could reunite, get prepared and maybe even make a better entrance.
He made a note to check for cameras, this place was perhaps not quite seedy enough that the owner wouldn't just call the Jennies if things got bad.
He spread his empty hands wide in a placatory gesture. He didn't have any weapons and now he didn't have any Pokemon, totally not a threat!
"Look, I don't know what you think we're up to... Hell, I don't know what these two are up to, but all I want is a drink. I've given you cash and everything.
I don't want trouble, I want to sit down and have a chat with some people who I apparently knew even less about than I had thought.
One of them wants to start a circus! Well, we ain't going to lack for clowns.
Though as we can't even organise a pub crawl I don't think that's going to work out."
And, as common sense apparently hadn't entered into any of his decisions so far, an extra tiny little sentence by way of damage control heard only in the head of Nada.
"Don't say anything."