This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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Post by cold volume on Mar 24, 2013 23:18:19 GMT -5
There were some large parks in prosperina city city, and people didn't come into them all too often. They were afraid. Afraid of wild pokemon as well as scourge. It had become a nasty yard, a large hill of woods with traps set to snap on scourge and wilds alike.
The researcher had come for just her line of work - to observe. She thought the rumors silly - that a monster lurked these woods.
It was raining like wild, a hell of water that curtained the dead, quiet trail she walked. Her heels dangled from the hooks of her fingers, her other hand curled tightly around a battered, warm pokeball. Her pantyhose were given up to the mud by now. A fellow had joined him, and all she had said was that she had a skarmory like his now, and that it was hurt quite a mess. She showed him a bloody steel feather, but refused more.
"Just help me take him back," she'd said.
The woods came up on either side of them, tall conifer trees rising into the air like the aisle of a cathedral's vertical nobility. The memory of the Skarmory, still injured in it's plastic shell, made her want to puke - the disgusting blood smeared over its body where the barbs had gotten under its armor. Feathers littered the ground where she had found it tangled in the scourge trap, and its metallic screams still echoing vividly red in her mind. She had to get back to the city center to find it help - it was healthy and wild after all, and such was so rare these days.
But now, the night was setting in, and the licorice-bitter researcher folded her arms together in her cold, wet lab-coat as she paced the trail. Beads of water on her glasses made it difficult to see very far into the ominous woods, but buildings were beginning to come into view.
The torrential downpour was like a spa treatment for the young azurill. It played in the rainwater, splashing happily from puddle to puddle.
By this point, it was covered in brown mud, and it leapt out of knee-deep puddles spitting bubbles and giggles at unwary passerbys.
It spotted Regina coming from a distance away, although its vision was no better than anyone else's in this dense of a rain. It cackled, a evil sound that sounded something like Azuzuzuzuzu.
When Regina passed, the azurill surged out of a the muddy water, crying "Azurill!" and sending a shower of dirty rainwater towards the girl.
He doesn't recall why he came down to this stupid warehouse. Quite frankly, it was probably the most stupid thing he could have done, considering the torrential rainfall. Granted, Caesia's sharp eyes had very little difficulty in cutting through the haze, but she screeched with the other irritated bird Pokémon as the rain poured onto her shining armor. "Now, Caesia, this was your idea when you flew up and said to make a left turn instead of a right," Mordecai said with a surprisingly light tone. The rain did not bother him, rather, there were not many things in the world that rubbed him the wrong way. The Skarmory, on the other hand, would have nothing of it. Her body would rust, and then he would be sorry.
Mordecai had his toes crossed that they would encounter someone to show them the way. A frazzled Researcher with a bloody bird was what he would have to stick with instead. Well, better than nothing. He rubbed his hands together, single eye catalyzing each of the Pokémon's wounds. "Looks serious, doesn't it?" he asked Caesia, who tilted her head on an incline at the curious girl with a curious trap.
He quickened his pace before slowing at Regina's side. "Let me help you," he insisted, as he unintentionally intercepted the devious Azurill's antics. On the other hand, with how waterlogged his clothes were, a little bit of mud didn't bother him all too much.
Caesia would have none of it though, and sent a menacing Leer in the Pokémon's direction. "Caesia, leave it alone," Mordecai chided her. "It's got nothing better to do with itself."
CAN WE PRETEND THAT THERE WAS A PARK AND THEY JUST TOOK SHELTER or can you edit your starting post orz)
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Post by cold volume on Mar 26, 2013 2:27:55 GMT -5
edited the first post, so reread.
"No-don't be so kind -- You stupid creature!" She snapped, shoving aside the man, she bit her lip and looked down at the mudball with two eyes, her hands balled into fists. Some stray mud dripped down the ball clenched in her fierce, talon-like grip. Its heat horrified her as if whatever inside bled. "Why are you even here, in this forsaken park. Do you even know how dangerous it is!!" she cried, a heartbeat in her hands.
She glanced over at the man's skarmory, at the way its feathers shined in water droplets, at the healthy gleam of its beak, and at the magnitude of it plumage. Vexed and embarrassed, she went back to wiping her glasses with the her sleeves, but the smell of blood from touching it made her stop. Once again, she found herself you looking down at the muddy thing harshly. Fuck her research.
"You know what, maybe you need to learn." There was a steadiness in her eyes. She looked at it hatefully; She spoke to it quietly. It was a muddy child of a pokemon that would die in this world, anyway. Her hand brushed her pocket, and in a instantaneous red light, the Kid was there. Light th-thundershock! Scare it off, she said.
However, the Elekid did not do anything, really. He just looked at the Azumarill with childish and curious eyes, then laughed at it, falling on its back. Regina stared at her pokemon in disbelief and extreme disgust, her breathe shaking.
It didn't expect the peck--nor did it really expect so large and menacing a bird to join in on the fun, but the more the merrier, right?
The skarmory's attack stung, and a purpling bruise was already starting to appear on the side of the azurill's face. Ouch! Too serious by far! To express her disapproval, it spewed bubbles at the skarmory and its trainer.
The girl said something--words, words words. Did she say something about attacking? Yes, attacking was in order! The azurill was on a full offensive.
Head lowered and ready for a serious charge, the azurill sprang for both pokemon, unleashing a ferocious tickle.
Mordecai's fingers were still tangled in the plastic snare that clung to the Skarmory. He felt something warm on his palms, vaguely aware of the blood. "We should keep moving," he said urgently to Regina. "The thing can't... do much harm here." How old was the Azurill anyways? It couldn't have been more than a few months that it had tumbled out of its mother's egg. Of course, this seemed to be irrelevant to Regina. The fury in her eyes was dangerous.
He reached out for her wrist with his free hand. "You need to calm down," he said to her sternly. "We're going to get the Skarmory help. Trust me."
That was one mistake that he never intended on repeating again.
Caesia blinked as the bubbles splashed against her metal coat. The steel bird's red eyes glowered as silhouettes of stars began to sparkle about her body. A streak of comets burst from the metal, sailing at the Azurill in a Swift attack (which Mordecai felt was incredibly unnecessary). But before she could follow suit with second assault, the Azurill's feet were at her stomach. She let out an unearthly cross of a caw and a screech, tears forming in her eyes from the tickle. How curious. Mordecai never imagined that a Pokémon with steel armor would be sensitive it, but he stored the information away in the back of his head. It must have been a chink in the armor for her.
Post by cold volume on Mar 26, 2013 20:24:38 GMT -5
"What do you mean calm down!" she raged, throwing up her hands at the man. This wasn't a holiday! This was a park on the outskirts of town with barbed wire ditches and horrible traps for the good pokemon as well as the scourge. Skarmory were reveared for their pomp - her father kept a photograph of one on his wall - their noble steel bodies making them the knights of the flying types. She fiercly wrenched her wrist from his light touch, frowing, finally, pulling off her glasses and shoving them beside the pokedex in the folds of her coat.
She took a deep breath on her own, not taking her eyes off of this guy. Mordecai he'd said he was. She didn't understand his calm. "You're a breeder. You have your own skarmory. What if it were that one in this ball?!?"
For a second, her disgusted tears mixing with the rain. She shook her head, giving him a hardest stare. Oh, this grand rush! Now, there was a squirming mess of pokemon to deal with, wriggling in the mud, each making their own queer verion of laughter. The little blue hooligan naughtily giggled as it darted between the elekid and skarmory. Regina went over to it and plucked it up from its activity by the scruff of its neck. She pulled out her pokedex robotically, the device in a waterproof case. A scanner popped out and a red laser ran over the creature.
Azurill, the bubble pokemon. Azurill is a baby pokemon that moves by bouncing on its ball tail. The chemicals in this tail to help it grow.
The synthetic voice calmed her a little bit.
"Now that we've been introduced, what do you want?" she asked the annoying beast with a forced softness.
It bounced towards the stars for closer inspection, but the swift whizzed into its body, sending its bouncing off course and tumbling into a muddy puddle. The puddle was pretty shallow, but deep enough to submerge the azurill, who bubbled and made a face at the taste of icky water before resurfacing, spitting mud out of its mouth.
What... did it want? Easy, it wanted to play a game--the sort where innocent bystanders ended up at the receiving end of a canny pokemon's best pranks.
"Azu azuzuzuzuuuuurill!" it chirped before popping one large raspberry ending with a bubble at the girl.
"I would try to keep the Skarmory as calm as possible," Mordecai replied steadily. Pokémon were sponges, just like children. A panicked trainer would not help at all, especially because a Pokémon was susceptible to absorbing its trainer's own emotions. Granted, Mordecai's pulse was racing as well, but he remained stern to reassure the Skarmory that things were, most certainly, not out of control.
He wrung rainwater from his sleeve, not seeming to mind if his efforts were in vain. "You're right. It's something easier said than done, isn't it?" he said, rubbing the top of the Skarmory's battered beak.
Mordecai watched with silent interest as Regina's Pokédex whirred to life. He had only seen a Pokédex twice in his life, once in the middle of The Dancing Ducklett, and now, his second. It was a curious machine, from what he remembered, very helpful to scientific fieldwork. Sometimes, he felt that obtaining one as a breeder would have been beneficial as well, but it was a breeder's duty to study Pokémon closely and in person. There were some things that the Pokédex could not provide answers for, such as why this Azurill felt it was necessary to stir up trouble, or why Caesia seemed to have a personal gripe about the blue Pokémon.
Even if the Azurill didn't intend on bothering the healthy Skarmory, Caesia still let out another unearthly screech, red eyes glinting with a Leer through the rain. She reared her head back before lunging with an angry Peck.
Post by cold volume on Mar 27, 2013 16:59:34 GMT -5
These bubbles were the kind infants made between eating their nasty mashed peas. She frowned and dropped the wretched thing as it spit bubbles in her face. Her rage was slowly building as the cold rain pored down onto her.
"ARCEUS!" she stormed over to her elekid and looked down at him with a commanding note in in her eyes. Her pantyhose slopped in the mud. "You're filthy. Pull yourself together, and slap up a thundershock for the azurill. We're in a rush, Kid. I explain it to you later."
She turned again to Mordecai. Walking up close to him, she said in a low voice, "You know as well as I we can't waste time here."
Amos grumbled getting up. This rain felt good in his fur, and he bristled with his electrical power. He would tickle that azurill back - with yellow zaps. In a quick attack/thundershock combo, (spatk bonus) he launched himself at the azurill to deliver the torture he thought would make it laugh.
The azurill sidestepped out of the way of the peck--it was easy to dodge compared to the swift attack from before.
It giggled, marveling at its own nimbleness, and then it turned to see electricity thrown at it far faster than it could hope to move. The thundershock sent a violent shudder through its core, and it was unconscious before the quick attack struck.
The azurill fell into a puddle, face-down but at least it could breathe underwater just fine.
Well, that was one way to deal with a rather troublesome Azurill at lightning speed. Mordecai nearly felt sorry as the blue mouse Pokémon flopped face-first into a muddy puddle. He whipped out a hand at Caesia before the angry Skarmory could strike again, and instead, knelt down to scoop the blue Pokémon up and tuck it away under an arm.. "Then let's not waste any time," he said, nodding at Regina. Never did it once cross his mind that the researcher might be irritated for his tacet insistence to bring the Azurill with them.
Caesia seethed, but leaped into the torrential rains. The Azurill was no longer worth her time, at least, not while it was nothing more than a blue blob. Her flapping wings sounded like sharpened knives in the sky, as the silvery Pokémon's body glinted against the dark clouds. She circled overhead once, twice, then shifted slightly north, and finally hovered in place as if waiting for the researcher and breeder to follow with them.
Post by cold volume on Mar 28, 2013 21:22:34 GMT -5
Regina made to pass by Mordecai. She stopped for an instant and glared him right in the eye. Her eyes flicked down at the Azurill's butt and then back up at him.
"Crazy man," she muttered and sighed, then walked on. The Elekid returned, and they and continued to make their way out of the park.
This was unbelievable, and the more she thought about the skarmony in the pokeball, the more she shivered in the rain. She turned turned around to looked back at him again. She didn't want to get too far ahead of him alone in these woods, however close they were to the edge of the park.
"You're really still holding it? Boy, you're something."
If Mordecai had seen Regina's angry expression, he made no sign that he had. His good eye was too busy turning the Azurill over in his hands. The Pokémon was barely the size of his palm, minus its tail, so he figured that it couldn't have been too old. He wondered what the baby Pokémon was doing so far away from any parent. Then again, perhaps the thing didn't have any.
The Azurill had not made a peep ever since Mordecai had picked it up. It was an evil little thing, yes, but it still felt wrong to leave it for dead. So Mordecai merely shrugged at Regina as they approached the borders of the park. "Yeah, I am," he responded, regarding the Azurill. The man decided against bringing to light that the woman had done the same for the Skarmory, barely conscious inside the Pokéball.
Mordecai glanced up at Caesia circling overhead. "Pokémon center, fastest way is this way," he said as he tucked the Azurill back under a single arm.
Post by cold volume on Mar 31, 2013 3:09:54 GMT -5
She watched him with a flat, dead-tired expression come up, walk past her, and then step ahead of her. This over-powering calm was beyond her - he was a mystery through and through. The scientist scooped some wet chunks of hair out of her face as she carried on. The rain came down like knives, cutting between them and her world apart, but she kept walking. Trees passed, lonesome figures, and she eventually walked closer beside him (and not the other way around). She thought blandly about the Azurill he held so dearly. It was a stupid creature. Brains the size of a pea. He didn't even bother to shove it in a ball or anything, but her eyes watch it as she trailed wordlessly behind him. She was just upset, she guessed, and she made up her mind to stop talking. You can bet that was hard.
But it didn't take long. Soon, they were in the streets. The trees faded away to pavement. The sidewalks were sleek with rain. His Skarmory flew in circles around them, as if teaching Regina something. Where was that red roof. They were hesitant at each corner. You don't know what could jump out at you in the night these days.
"Is it," she managed, her eyes lingering on the Azurill again. She looked at the bandage over his eye then. Better not to ask. They were almost there, and she probably would never see him again.
