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.
swarms
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“Yeah Ly, this is totally junk I picked up off the side of the road,” Felizia told her Nidoran with a roll of her eyes when the Pokemon looked at the crudely made obstacle course; so crudely made it looked like it was made of junk.
“They’re just old bottles and cans. And you don’t have to touch them, just weave in between them.”
After about five minutes, Lyra forgot any worries about getting dirty from the junk obstacle course. And as she eventually became more comfortable with weaving in and out, she tried to pick up speed.
The obstacles started to get knocked over, and soon after the Nidoran tripped over her own feet. Felizia walked over to her Pokemon and crouched down beside it. “You were getting pretty into it.”
The Nidoran mumbled something and pushed itself up to its feet.
“Just keep jumping, just keep jumping, just keep jumping, jumping, jumping…”
Perseus shot Feliziaa dirty look. He was tired of her taunting. This wasn’t training, it was a game designed to never let him win.
Felizia had tied a berry to her old rod, and was sitting on a branch that hung over a river. It was Perseus’ challenge – no, torture – to jump up and catch the berry, but every time he jumped, Felizia would reel back the line, and the berry, and move it out of his reach. Always at the last minute, right before he managed to catch the berry.
“What do we do, we jump, jump, jump!”
Perseus dove backunder the water and lined himself up again. The berry was bright and easy to spot,even if he was underwater. He had a plan this time. Ready? Ready, go! Perseus swam upwards and shot out of the water like the times before hand, but this time, as he drew nearer the berry and saw the familiar twitch in the fishing wire, he launched a water gun.
“Argh, you cheat!”
Was it cheating? Was it, really? Perseus snickered.
Carina was not a Jolteon. She had never met a Jolteon. And now she never wanted to. In fact, if she ever met one she might greet it with a great big bonk on the head; thanks for being so damn fast you stupid dog.
Cubone were made for defense, not speed. Hell, speed was the last thing Cubone were made for. But at the promise of getting stronger (because, deep down inside, what Pokemon didn’t want to get stronger?) she did her best to endure the running.
She fell forward a few metres away from where she had started, short of finishing the lap. But screw the laps. The Cubone rolled over onto her back. Her muscles ached and she needed to catch her breath.
A welcome shadow stood over her, blocking the warm sunlight. “Do you want me to fetch you a martini while you’re at it?”
“Just take a run up,” Felizia explained to her Totodile. “And… Running like you’re charging at something, then pretend that thing moved out of the way but you can’t stop because you’re running too fast. That’s when you do the roll.”
The little Pokemon looked up at Felizia, a bit confused. He had no idea where this rolling business had come from but all of sudden it was apparently what Felizia was all about. He went over the instructions with her again. Run, jump and roll. That’s all he had to do, right?
The running part was easy, and so was the jumping, but when it came to the rolling – well, Perseus hadn’t managed to complete the turn and had landed on his back. Felizia flinched, remembering how something very similar (and more painful) had happened to her Cubone not long ago.
“I said roll, not flop. Do you even know how to do a forward roll?”
Perseus huffed and demonstrated a forward roll.
“Great. Now do it properly. From a run.”
It took a lot – a lot – of tries before Perseus managed to successfully do the roll, even if it had looked sloppy and he hadn’t quite landed right. By the end of it, he was sure his bum and tail were bruised and he didn’t want to hear the word ‘roll’ ever again.
Tiffany had tried running around with her Pokemon as a form of training, but that hardly seemed to do much – it floated, after all, and hardly seemed to be using up as much energy as Tiffany had. She had tried letting the Rotom choose a training exercise – that hadn’t been a particularly good idea. His “brilliant training idea” was to sneak up on unsuspecting people and see how long he could play with their hair before they noticed.
Not only was it a ridiculous “training” idea, Tiffany wouldn’t stand to see so much hair messed up. There was no way she was letting that happen.
Instead, after bouncing a couple of ideas off her Pokemon, Tiffany came up with an alternative and she spent the next hour or so throwing up empty cans into the air as moving targets and had Mo shoot ThunderShocks at them – the only rule was that they weren’t allowed to touch the ground.
Inspired by that wonderful childhood game of ‘don’t let the balloon touch the floor’, of course.
Mo was starting to get too good at this game of ‘keep the cans in the air with thundershock or whatever’. All three cans were constantly kept up in the air. Tiffany gave her Pokemon a warning and threw a fourth one in. Nothing really changed. No cans were hitting the ground yet.
However, Mo was starting to tire from using so many ThunderShocks. Although she couldn’t pinpoint the actual difference, she still noticed that the attacks weren’t what they were when they first started this exercise.
“Hey Mo, let the cans drop,” Tiffany called out to her Pokemon. “Take a step back – like, maybe, a metre or so? – and try and hit them with something from there.”
Mo had no objection and did what was suggested. The cans clattered down onto the ground, but didn’t really make any sounds when hit with a Confuse Ray. (Apparently cans didn’t really get confused). He tried again with a Thunder Wave, and it had a more noticeable effect than the other attack, but Mo was already getting bored by the simple task. He wanted to go back to juggling cans in the air and dealing with moving targets.
Today’s training: making her Croconaw bite through whatever she could find. And luckily, as this was the dream world, there were all sorts of stuff to be found.
Pers was allowed to start with a warm up, crunching his way through a cardboard box and an old chair. Then there was a styrofoam container, an old pair of sunglasses, a desk which looked like it matched the aforementioned chair and many other things that didn’t really present a challenge.
Niether Felizia nor her Croconaw expected the car tyre to survive, but something strange happened when Pers crunched down into its rubber. The tyre hadn’t broken on impact like all the other things and… he couldn’t get his teeth out of the rubber.
He was stuck. Felizia laughed and dared him to run a couple of laps with the tyre stuck in his mouth. The dare was accepted and today’s training turned into a session of her Croconaw seeing how many different exercises it could do with a tyre stuck in it’s mouth. Laps, press ups, sit ups - the works.
(And this is why Felizia is not allowed to train any Pokemon other than her own.)
Mo was starting to get too good at this game of ‘keep the cans in the air with thundershocNot only was Pokemon training boring, it really wasn’t Tiffany’s thing. Again she had Mo playing “don’t let the cans fall to the ground” – it seemed to work at tiring him out, but this seemed like the millionth time Mo had played the game. If she was bored of seeing it, then there was no doubt that he was even more bored than she was.
It was a shame that getting a ghost Pokemon to do generic things like sit-ups and running laps didn’t really work.
Mo eventually complained, but still did not let the cans fall down. <This is boring, can’t you come up with something else?>
“Well you could always try juggling them.”
<What’s juggl—?> Bonk. He hadn’t been paying enough attention and a can had fallen down.
Well, that was an idea. Sabotage his concentration in order to make the gametraining harder. Not only that, but it would help him multitask, which was surely an important skill. Maybe. Tiffany wasn’t really sure and she didn’t really care. She soon became occupied with trying to distract Mo from his activity.
(i have no idea what i'm doing, but the best part is neither does tiff)