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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Levis was surprisingly docile for a Pokémon that did not originally belong to Mordecai, but that didn't mean that he held himself above the breeder anyways. He was a fickle little bird. On certain days, he would puff his cottony wings out and heave giant breaths of dragon fire for his breeder, and others (such as today), he held his beak high in the air. Obstacle courses were far above a creature of his caliber.
"... c'mon, Levis. Just once and then we can go home, please?" Mordecai cajoled. The Pokémon opened one beady eye at his trainer, clacked his beak, fluffed his feathers, and settled down more comfortably in his position with a "no" written all over his face.
"Are you going to make me beg."
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"All right, fine, we'll pick up some extra Pecha Berries on the way back."
At those words, Levis bounced into the air with a grin and became a blue and white blur zipping through hoops.
Perhaps watching Fleet struggle with life had given Caesia a new resolve to strengthen herself. She shook her head, and in hopes, shook those ghastly memories of the bleeding Skarmory with it. She was here for only one reason: to train.
As she lifted her head, she saw that Mordecai had finished setting all the targets up within the training room. It was unusual to be alone, but it was also something that the breeder was grateful for. The Skarmory would need plenty of space while practicing this particular move. "All right, let's try this again," he said from a ladder as he hunt the twentieth target from the ceiling.
"Caesia, Swift."
The Skarmory lifted her wings and let out a screech as stars began to encase her body. They glinted in the dim lighting of the training center, before hurtling off the Pokémon's armor. Sailing through the air, the stars bounced against each other, ricocheting, but eventually met their marks. There was a great clanging noise as the metal targets were whacked with stars, and knocked off of their posts.
Mordecai rubbed the armored bird Pokémon's head. "Third time's a charm then?"
The Gible stomped his feet on the floor like a sumo wrestler. He was invincible or so he liked to think! Mordecai never said that he wasn't, so he assumed that he was. Truth be told, the breeder was only glad that the Pokémon had a certain degree of self confidence.
"Let's try that one more time," he said, and Achilles bounced up and down with eagerness. He huffed and puffed, expanded his chest, and opened his jaws wide. A stream of smoke floated from the Pokémon's throat. Well, at least it was blue. Still not quite the Dragon Rage that he was looking for. It was a start, but not quite as intimidating as it was supposed to be. The Gible's Outrage was his signature move, mostly because of how easily he was set off by trivial things. The Pokémon growled and stomped his foot? Why couldn't he do it?
Mordecai rubbed the Gible's head. "It's okay. We'll try it a second time," he reassured the creature. Achilles didn't have time for a second try. He had Riolus to squash.
Here Achilles was again. He didn't mind waking up in this facility though. By now, the Gible had realized that this was the training grounds, which meant an opportunity to grow stronger. He could feel it in his bones, the way that they were expanding and restructuring. He had a ravenous appetite as of late, one that Mordecai sometimes struggled to satiate. He wasn't too fond of the berries that the breeder would feed him, but if he was lucky enough where Mordecai's other Pokémon had caught some stray Rattata (which there was no dearth of in Nenia's Tunnels), there was the occasional luxury of meat.
Mordecai set the Gible down upon the earthen ground. "You ready for this, Achilles?" the man asked, to which the Gible practically scoffed. He wiggled his clawed hands and feet, as if to say, <I was born ready.>
"Good, that's what I like to hear."
Achilles squirmed out of the man's hold, and began to scratch away at the loose dirt of the training grounds. It appeared differently in each dream. This time, the facility felt a little more like home. After all, digging ran through the Pokémon's blood. He clawed and clawed away at the floor, until he had created a sizable hole, then began to burrow forward.
He'd make the most intricate network of tunnels for Mordecai, mostly because the Gible liked the overkill.
This whole training while being asleep thing was pretty neat. Larsa liked it. Who said that training had to be difficult and strenuous work anyways? So Larsa beckoned for an Archen to come hopping closer. The Pokémon skipped to his trainer with a carefree expression on his face. "Samwise," Larsa began, waving a finger at the Archen. "Do you remember how to use a Wing Attack?"
The Archen tilted his head at his trainer. Of course he knew how to use a Wing Attack! Who on Kohaku did Larsa think he was? The Archen huffed, squawked, and marched over to a training dummy. The Pokémon raised its wing and smacked the fake enemy across the face. Larsa cringed. Samwise hadn't quite fully developed the pinions necessary for flight.
He supposed that this would have to do.
"Are you sure you can't fly yet?" he asked the Archen.
Samwise was offended by this question and proceeded to bite his trainer on the foot.
Mordecai had heard that Feebas had great potential, but for now, the ugly fish Pokémon only stared at him wordlessly. It swam about in a large tank, tail floundering to and fro as Psyche tried desperately to make her way against the current. After being battered backwards a couple of times, the Pokémon had finally gotten the hang over weaving up and down in the water. It was nearly therapeutic to watch the Pokémon swim. In fact, Mordecai quite enjoyed it.
Psyche seemed to enjoy it, to a point, as well. The Feebas swam in idle circles, swimming to the surface when Mordecai broke the surface of the water with his fingers. She nibbled affectionately at them.
It was times like this that Mordecai nearly forgot that he was raising Pokémon to send them off to a war.
If Larsa has learned anything from his recent battle with Jasper, it's that PoisonPowder is not really a reliable attack.
So, he wonders if having Arwen practice the attack will increase its accuracy. "Try another PoisonPowder, Arwen," he says. The Bayleef stands tall, leaf atop her head wafting to and fro, until she finally whips it about to release toxins into the air.
Meanwhile, Larsa wonders if he's rolled anything lower than a 75. Of course, it would be after the gym battle is done and over with, he manages to roll a two. (Then again, it isn't as if the practice dummy is executing in Ingrain or dodging the PoisonPowder whenever possible.)