RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
08-23-2012, 01:02 AM
Jack opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. Was she trying to pull a con? After being in the region for five minutes? With no knowledge of fences, bribe-able officials, boltholes or escape routes (less important for people who could walk through walls) ?
Even if anyone fell for it what was she planning to do when they twigged they weren't getting their pet back? It wasn't like they'd be hard to recognise!
As far as he knew Jack was the only one who had brought any means of disguising his identity and as he hadn't thought he'd need to use it while buying a drink, the cloth mask was hanging around his neck rather than over his nose and mouth.
Why hadn't she bothered to tell anyone else what she was doing before they walked in?
One thing that was certainly clear was that he certainly didn't need anyone making things worse!
He redoubled his telepathic whispering to Nada.
"Don't say anything. Don't say anything! Don't say anything!"
While he was in the business of rooting around people's heads he tried to see about giving the bartender's one a glance too.
The man hadn't made his opinions of his new customers any kind of secret but perhaps it would reveal if there still even was any way to talk themselves out of this mess, or at least what form of nailed plank he was planning to pull out from under the bar.
Even if anyone fell for it what was she planning to do when they twigged they weren't getting their pet back? It wasn't like they'd be hard to recognise!
As far as he knew Jack was the only one who had brought any means of disguising his identity and as he hadn't thought he'd need to use it while buying a drink, the cloth mask was hanging around his neck rather than over his nose and mouth.
Why hadn't she bothered to tell anyone else what she was doing before they walked in?
One thing that was certainly clear was that he certainly didn't need anyone making things worse!
He redoubled his telepathic whispering to Nada.
"Don't say anything. Don't say anything! Don't say anything!"
While he was in the business of rooting around people's heads he tried to see about giving the bartender's one a glance too.
The man hadn't made his opinions of his new customers any kind of secret but perhaps it would reveal if there still even was any way to talk themselves out of this mess, or at least what form of nailed plank he was planning to pull out from under the bar.