Stalkers RPG Main Action and Team Status [SEASON 4]

[HorusMyDude]

Think I'll get myself a drink at Greg the Torracat's bar, see what he's up to. See, a bar is where folk congregate, especially at this time o' night.

Action:Interview Greg the Torracat

[Suicune's Fire]

Think I'll get myself a drink at Greg the Torracat's bar, see what he's up to. See, a bar is where folk congregate, especially at this time o' night.

Action:Interview Greg the Torracat

Interview Rapport: NEUTRAL, MODEST
+Modesty: Bug < Fire

You find Greg exactly where you anticipated: in the tavern he owns between the bazaar and the guilds. You note that most of the pokémon you see around the bazaar this time of night are heading to or from Greg's Grog, or the guilds. It is a very obviously bustling hub as you enter, and you wander around a little as you try to spot Greg. It takes a while before he steps out from a back room and behind the bar, where he interacts with a few patrons sitting on the stools at the bar. You lock onto him and move in, having to squeeze between the mostly smaller forms of the other pokémon.

"Woah, you are a sight for sore eyes," he says, eyes narrowed with interest and a look of curiosity painted on his face. He looks at the different features of your figure, nodding slowly. "You got some dope muscles, dude."

You are taken slightly aback by his affability, but enjoy the compliment all the same. You thank him, somewhat chuffed, and mention to him that his inn is very lively. He gives a quiet chuckle mixed with a purr.

"Oh, it has its charms." His tail runs along the bottles of alcohol on his shelf as he walks a few paces and then rounds the bar. He leaps up onto a stool beside you, sitting and wrapping his tail around his legs. "Might I ask what brings someone such as yourself here?"

You begin explaining to him about your mission, although you leave out the part about you and your companions being Emissaries. Greg seems very interested, his gaze locked firmly on you, and when you finish, he leans over the bar and speaks with the only other staff member you see: a krokorok. The ground type gives an affirmative grunt accompanied by a smirk and soon returns with two drinks. Greg watches as she sets them on the bar, drawing one of the glasses in for himself and gesturing at the other for you. You accept it and take a drink.

"Fascinating. So, then, I suppose you're after some kind of...testimony from me? Strange things I've seen around here...anyone I suspect." He pauses, noting your look of apprehension, and he chuckles. "People talk, my friend. I hear it all." He laps up some of the drink in his glass - which more closely resembles a bowl - and then looks back at you. "There is no doubt in my mind that my inn hides some secrets. Sometimes I hear strange things or see blurred shadows at night, and I can tell you that I've heard about the things people have been finding in this town since the Stalkers arrived. Please feel free to search the place; I have nothing to hide." He gives you a sly smile. "I know there's weird stuff going on at Yellowback Lake--some kind of strange carving cropped up there recently. And, if you don't want a spook and a half, I would suggest keeping away from the ruined old shacks near the crater--oh, and the crater. You'd be asking for trouble going there."

You and Greg seem to keep up a good conversation for quite a time, but it quickly shifts from talk about Stalkers and business to friendly chatting. You wrap up the evening a while later, asking if he has anything further for your investigation. He says he does not have anything further, but will keep an eye out. You thank him for his time and down your most recent drink, returning to the clubhouse with a bit of sway in your step.


Old Lace the Buzzwole (L: Bug/Fighting)

Health: 12/12 | Sanity: 8/8 | Purity: 6/8
Battle Stance: Fight
Perk: Diplomacy | Abilities: Escort/Protect, Rescue/Escape
Trait: Stealthy