RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
09-07-2012, 05:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2012, 05:36 AM by Not The Author.)
Lucian grunts noncommittally, pocketing the key. "You've no need for apology; it's research. I don't limit my studies-" He takes a deep breath and thinks better of it. "I digress. You've been quite helpful as it is, and we both ought be getting some shut-eye. Perhaps I'll have an opportunity to pick your brains later. Or you, mine, I suppose."
By perhaps, he's already leaving reception; by or, he's talking to himself. Up the stairs, down the hall, turn right and enter; avoid encounters with anyone else up at this hour, but keep an eye on them because seriously, what's their excuse?
By perhaps, he's already leaving reception; by or, he's talking to himself. Up the stairs, down the hall, turn right and enter; avoid encounters with anyone else up at this hour, but keep an eye on them because seriously, what's their excuse?