RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
09-07-2012, 03:59 AM
Jack:
Jack finally convinces the barkeep to let them stay, or at least convince him to grunt in a way that dissolves the fishermen's sudden interest in you lot.
"300 for the-" he begins, then is interrupted by Minnie's spiel. A quick riffle through his thinkspace reveals he's about twenty seconds off calling the cops, but he's waiting to see how the guy getting his ear talked off will respond.
Minnie:
The cat doesn't try and bite your hand off on first attempt to greet it, and consents to having its head skritched. Considering it's closer in size to a large dog, though (if slenderer in build), you decide against hefting it.
Both you and the big purple cat's owner fail your bluff checks, because he clearly doesn't believe it and has to kick back the last of his beer to hide his expression. He downs the last of it, splutters a bit, then waves a placating hand in the barkeep's direction.
"Nice idea, I could certainly see it doing some good for my brother's Pokemon. Me and Caspian here aren't too interested, though - he travels enough with me." He stands, waves to the bartender with two-and-a-half fingers. "These guys'll be fine," he says to him.
He shakes Minnie's hand on the way out, a sardonic quirk to his smile.
"Name's Trent. I'm based in Talasarch, so feel free to visit when you're passing through. I can introduce you to some friends, they might be interested in your idea."
He pauses to catch Minnie's name, then excuses himself. The cat makes its unhurried way after him, as does the bartender's nearly-baleful glare. He finally turns to Jack again.
"300 for the two beers."
Lucian:
"Bit of a broad question, that one, isn't it?" responds the receptionist, bit of a smile quirking behind his moustache. "But let's see. First port of call is probably the information centre out on the esplanade, that'll open around 9am. I wouldn't want to make any assumptions about where you're headed or what you're doing, sir, but about anything from Gym challenges to geography I can probably give some advice on."
"Charm's but a waypoint; as you were probably aware the place to really get your bearings for the region's in Talasarch. Charm's home to mostly fishermen, a few local business-owners like me, and a few holiday homes for Talasarch's wealthier folk. Half a day's travel over the hills to get there, there's a steady trickle of trainers taking it on any given ferry day. That's scheduled to dock later today, so if you're in need of an escort you're in luck. A few locals offer their services, too. Not that it's a dangerous trip, mind, but we get the occasional idiot who wanders off to go take the view in from a hill and gets lost. If you're looking to do that, though, the weather station on top of mount Serin's got great views over the peninsula. I haven't been up in a while myself, but on a clear day you can see all the way up to Kairuk."
The porter fishes around behind his desk, and hands Lucian a key.
"Up the stairs, second from the end on the right. Apologies for rambling, sir, unless you'd rather I continue."
Sergio:
"Hey man, not a problem. Bruno, by the way. Nice to meet you, always nice to meet guys I can talk shop with, yeah? It's I can't really offer up a place to stay, unless you like sleeping across a bunch of waiting room chairs. My boss probably wouldn't be too happy either, haha. The Pokemon Centre's sure to put you up, though!"
Bruno lurches out of his chair, and points across the road at the glaringly obvious candidate for the town's Pokemon Centre.
"Those dudes'll put up any travelling trainers, you've just gotta be taking the Gym or Contest challenges. No problem if you're new here, you dudes look plenty respectable, they'll let you stay and get your paperwork sorted out in the morning."
His genial grin fades a bit, replaced with with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm. If you guys are new to the region, how'd you guys roll into Charm this time of night? Like, if it's a touchy question or something, no worries man. Just curious is all."
Jack finally convinces the barkeep to let them stay, or at least convince him to grunt in a way that dissolves the fishermen's sudden interest in you lot.
"300 for the-" he begins, then is interrupted by Minnie's spiel. A quick riffle through his thinkspace reveals he's about twenty seconds off calling the cops, but he's waiting to see how the guy getting his ear talked off will respond.
Minnie:
The cat doesn't try and bite your hand off on first attempt to greet it, and consents to having its head skritched. Considering it's closer in size to a large dog, though (if slenderer in build), you decide against hefting it.
Both you and the big purple cat's owner fail your bluff checks, because he clearly doesn't believe it and has to kick back the last of his beer to hide his expression. He downs the last of it, splutters a bit, then waves a placating hand in the barkeep's direction.
"Nice idea, I could certainly see it doing some good for my brother's Pokemon. Me and Caspian here aren't too interested, though - he travels enough with me." He stands, waves to the bartender with two-and-a-half fingers. "These guys'll be fine," he says to him.
He shakes Minnie's hand on the way out, a sardonic quirk to his smile.
"Name's Trent. I'm based in Talasarch, so feel free to visit when you're passing through. I can introduce you to some friends, they might be interested in your idea."
He pauses to catch Minnie's name, then excuses himself. The cat makes its unhurried way after him, as does the bartender's nearly-baleful glare. He finally turns to Jack again.
"300 for the two beers."
Lucian:
"Bit of a broad question, that one, isn't it?" responds the receptionist, bit of a smile quirking behind his moustache. "But let's see. First port of call is probably the information centre out on the esplanade, that'll open around 9am. I wouldn't want to make any assumptions about where you're headed or what you're doing, sir, but about anything from Gym challenges to geography I can probably give some advice on."
"Charm's but a waypoint; as you were probably aware the place to really get your bearings for the region's in Talasarch. Charm's home to mostly fishermen, a few local business-owners like me, and a few holiday homes for Talasarch's wealthier folk. Half a day's travel over the hills to get there, there's a steady trickle of trainers taking it on any given ferry day. That's scheduled to dock later today, so if you're in need of an escort you're in luck. A few locals offer their services, too. Not that it's a dangerous trip, mind, but we get the occasional idiot who wanders off to go take the view in from a hill and gets lost. If you're looking to do that, though, the weather station on top of mount Serin's got great views over the peninsula. I haven't been up in a while myself, but on a clear day you can see all the way up to Kairuk."
The porter fishes around behind his desk, and hands Lucian a key.
"Up the stairs, second from the end on the right. Apologies for rambling, sir, unless you'd rather I continue."
Sergio:
"Hey man, not a problem. Bruno, by the way. Nice to meet you, always nice to meet guys I can talk shop with, yeah? It's I can't really offer up a place to stay, unless you like sleeping across a bunch of waiting room chairs. My boss probably wouldn't be too happy either, haha. The Pokemon Centre's sure to put you up, though!"
Bruno lurches out of his chair, and points across the road at the glaringly obvious candidate for the town's Pokemon Centre.
"Those dudes'll put up any travelling trainers, you've just gotta be taking the Gym or Contest challenges. No problem if you're new here, you dudes look plenty respectable, they'll let you stay and get your paperwork sorted out in the morning."
His genial grin fades a bit, replaced with with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm. If you guys are new to the region, how'd you guys roll into Charm this time of night? Like, if it's a touchy question or something, no worries man. Just curious is all."
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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