[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Zorn indeed doesn't really know what to make of the gift at first.  He takes it from Randolph and examines it for a good five minutes...

...then nods in agreement that it was a well deserved thing.  About time he received some proper praise for how great he is!

Yeah, that's definitely stoking his ego.  +1 Happiness for Zorn.


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The following introduction goes completely differently, however.

The first thing that Randolph notices is that Absol's eyes are not red.

They're purple.  And a shade commonly associated with the Psychic type at that.

Absol is incredibly jittery, though.  She can't stop looking in seemingly random directions, and she flinches when Randolph speaks.

Randolph has her attention, now, though.  That purple gaze is trained solely on the small man, with no small amount of anticipation in it.

Ran was tense as a Starly around a Glameow as his Dragon juggernaut took their sweet time inspecting their precious new treasure, but soon as they deem it both an acceptable and worthy offering (In what I imagine to be a fairly smug/cocky way) he heaves a *SIGH* of relief and lets out a half wry - half persnickety chuckle with a slight shake of his head.

"Whew.....glad ya like it, Zorn. If ya keep it up, they'll be more treasure for your horde in ya future, I'll tell you that! *Sighs* .....Just don't make me regret feeding ya lust for wealth or get too big a head about this, though."

And that's that! Great resolution all around! 

(...)

".....Well, ya certainly have a pretty set of peepers - eyes - , don't ya Absol?"

The bristly blacksmith pays them the compliment in a soft, measured, and calm tone, doing his best to keep his posture still and minimize unnecessary body movement. Wowzers, this ivory wolf dog was jumpier and more antsy than a baby Skitty in a kennel full of canines or Fighting Types (and/or worse, Fighting canines!) . Rowan wasn't jerking his chain this time about their temperament , that's for sure - heck, judging from what he's seen of them, the gentlemanly scholarunderstated it in his unprofessional opinion.

'Oh boy.....this Dark doggie will be real delicate girl to handle, won't she? Careful now, Randolph.....'

He spends roughly fifteen seconds carefully thinking over his next move, and when he spoke up it his voice was unchanged for the most part, save for a layer of kindness now in it.

"Yes, I believe we'll get along fine and dandy indeed. Alright.....first things first......you'd prefer a name, Absol, or just being referred by your species name? Typically I give my partners name to distiguish them and afford a certain amount of respect to them I think they deserve, but I won't force ya to adopt one if that doesn't sit well with ya, girl."