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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Eowyn was nowhere near, which concerned the Gyarados. Sometimes, Larsa wondered if the Pokémon's time in the battle arena with the Ponyta had caused him to become rather attached to the fiery horse Pokémon. "C'mon, Boromir," Larsa said, gesturing towards the huge pool of water. "Right here, right here."
Boromir blinked and frowned at his trainer. He could move perfectly fine on land, and in fact, felt a little insulted that his trainer believed he'd be better off in the water. Granted, the Gyarados would rather be in the cool water any day as opposed to baking in the hot sun, but this was the Dream World; all natural rules of physics were bent on a daily basis here. Boromir ended up slithering into the large tank anyways. He fell in with a huge splash, kicking up water all over the center's floor.
Larsa shielded his eyes with his arms. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he grumbled.
The Gyarados only replied with a flick of tail, hurling more water in his trainer's direction.
Psyche hadn't changed much over the days that Mordecai had befriended the Feebas, but that didn't matter much to the breeder. Quite frankly, if the Feebas was content to stay as a little fish Pokémon, he wouldn't have found any reasons to force the Pokémon into an evolution. Still, the way that Psyche slithered through the water was reminiscent of her future evolution, and he also noticed that the Feebas was quite inclined to prodding shiny, scale-shaped objects on top of that.
"Psyche, what are you doing?" Mordecai asked as the Feebas began to weave through the seaweed of the Training Center's tank. The Pokémon's body was surprisingly lithe as it slipped through the waving pieces of kelp. She was doing quite well in the natural obstacle course, that is, until her fins got snagged on the green plants.
Mordecai dove into the tank shortly afterwards to help the Pokémon out.
Sauron snarled. He did not think that he was very ugly.
"... no, that's just ugly. I said ugly, because ugly can be pretty intimidating, you know?" Larsa pulled a face at Sauron, but the Larvitar did not budge. So he put on his most furious facial expression, but the rock-ground Pokémon still did not bat a lash. "I guess I'm not very intimidating to you, am I?" he muttered, crossing his arms.
From the side, he saw Eowyn cantering towards them, leaping effortlessly over a hurdle. The Pokémon trotted to the trainer and the Larvitar with a curious expression. Larsa nodded at the Ponyta before saying, "Here's your chance, Sauron. Show me your scariest face!"
The Ponyta shrieked and fled through a wall, leaving a gaping hole behind.
"Samwise, do you remember everything we just went over?"
The Archen gave his trainer an eager nod.
"Why don't I believe you."
The Archen gave his trainer an angry growl.
Determined to prove Larsa wrong, the Archen hopped over to the cones. The plastic objects were set up in a zig-zagging formation. It was simple, really. All the Archen had to do was weave in between the cones until he reached the finish line. The Pokémon crouched down to provide himself with an extra burst of speed. Suddenly, his stance burst open and the Archen was off, zooming through the course.
"Samwise, keep your head up, do you --"
The Archen tumbled head-over-heels into the cones.
The Scyther was probably the most obedient and well-mannered of Larsa's Pokémon. He really did appreciate it. Eowyn listened to directions fairly well, but the Pokémon often got carried away with herself. Aragorn, not so much. Perhaps that was why the Ponyta admired the bug-type Pokémon.
Larsa tossed five discs into the air. The Scyther was gone in a blur, and all that hinted towards the Pokémon's presence was the snap that each disc made as it splintered into pieces. Within a matter of seconds, all five had been split in half, and the Pokémon reappeared by the trainer's side. Larsa glanced at the stopwatch (he wasn't sure where it had come from, but it was quite useful to have), nodding a bit at the time.
Luna was solitary by nature; Mordecai respected this. Generally, he allowed the wolfish Pokémon to train on her own if she so pleased. He didn't bother her much, so the Mightyena decided that she liked him enough too. At least the breeder fed her.
She snarled before leaping at a training dummy, sinking sharp fangs into its body. She remembered the way that her jaws had sunk into the Scourge that she'd faced. Luna thought that she'd put up quite the fight, though the reality still stood that she had some way to go before heckling any of those monsters alone. Perhaps that was the true purpose of being a part of partnering with humans. Sometimes, she thought that she would have been better off with a trainer, but to trade away the relationship she'd built with the human was not quite worth it.
The Kadabra had wondered how much psychic energy it would need to exert in order to lift his human partner into the air. To Lucas' dismay, it didn't take very much.
"Do you find this funny?" he said to the Pokémon with a scowl.
<Yes, I am quite amused,> Laurent replied. <Regardless, 'tis for science.>
"You know what I think of your 'science'? I think it's -- "