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 Creamsicles on Mar 28, 2013 12:35:17 GMT -5
She felt ridiculous walking into the laboratory. Of course, it wasn't her father's laboratory, but the feeling was still the same: a sense of upset and raised guard, nerves prickling as if she were trespassing across the border of an enemy country. The irony that she would begin her inglorious quest for her father's research, lost at the Pax Institute that long year ago, at another lab was not lost on her - and she cannot even begin to imagine that the late Professor Villalobos would have even spared her the frost of indifference. He hadn't been a man capable of recognizing irony, much less invested enough in his only daughter to mock her for her frivolities.
She steps the doorway, knocking absently as she goes. "Professor Cypress? Are you in? My name is Salomè Villalobos. I was directed to this address by EOS personnel to receive a pokemon."
Professor Cypress leaped from his desk with a start at the sound of a girl's voice. "Y-yes, Cypress! That's my name!" the man called as he quickly hustled out of his office. He tripped unceremoniously over a stack of books, but quickly regained his balance to greet Salomé. He thrust his hand out before her. "O-oh yes, yes, this is the right address. I hope that's okay with you? ... O-oh of course, how silly of me. Of course this wouldn't be the wrong address!"
He gestured for Salomé to follow him further into the lab. He slid his hands into his lab coat pockets, humming softly to himself. The days were rather repetitive for the Professor, even if he did manage to meet all sorts of people with his job. Old, young, tall, short, Professor Cypress had seen them all.
"We have plenty to choose from. P-plenty, I tell you!" the man insisted. "Right this way, Miss Villa... lobos? Y-yes, Miss Villalobos, that must be it."
Post by Creamsicles on Mar 28, 2013 15:29:04 GMT -5
"Yes, that's my name." Salomè is giving him a slanted, sideways glance full of critical consideration; but she doesn't say anything else. She grew up listening to her father and his colleagues discuss heavy sciences across the dinner table with the eagerness of children gifted with new toys - the potential correlation between particle physics and a Ditto's peculiar molecular structure, advances in biochemistry and the practical applications of these discoveries, and whatever else had caught their flitting interests - and she has been in the company of many a rambler, the brilliant mind drunk on the possibilities of progress and knowledge and the quirks of dreamers possessed by learning is nothing new to her.
So when Professor Cypress jerks around in his strange, careless way, Salomè doesn't bat an eye. There's more important things to think about, such as learning her choices and picking the most suitable option.
All of the Professor's little quirks, of course, were not intentional. He didn't even notice that Salomé gave him no reactions. Quite frankly, he appreciated this. It was nice to find somebody that didn't mind his unintended antics and strange speech pattern.
"Salomé Villalobos, i-if the forms are correct," Cypress commented, mostly speaking to himself as he led Salomé down the hall. He made two wrong turns, but eventually got to the correct chamber that was brimming with Pokémon (mostly of Rattata). "Er, please excuse the mess," he said with a sheepish expression on. "The Rattata are harmless. I'm just... conducting a-a few tests on these Pokémon. Nothing out of the ordinary; none at all!"
There was an awful amount of shifting going on behind the scenes, to which ten Pokémon lined up in two rows of five. The Professor gestured towards each of the Pokémon. "Please, er, take as much time as you need!"
The Professor let out a nervous laugh. "O-oh yes, yes," he responded. "Good choice, very good choice! Now... as for the Pokéball... Now where did I put it...?" He rummaged about in his pockets, pulling Pokéball after Pokéball from them. Occasionally, he would mutter, "No, not this one," or "Arceus, where did I put it?"
Finally, with an "Aha!" he produced the creature's Pokéball and rubbed his lab coat sleeve a bit over it. "Well, here it is. I wish you luck!" The man presented the Pokéball to Salomé with a slight bow, and then finally gave the Turtwig a nod. "Off you go, little fellow," he said. "You be good now, do you hear? I don't want to hear of any trouble." The Turtwig nodded back, but not without a mischievous grin.
Professor Cypress clasped his hands before him. Another trainer, another journey. What would Salomé's quests bring? It felt like only yesterday when he was handing out a Snorunt to a particular trainer, one who had left a mark upon him. ... Although, now that he thought of it, the Professor was quite confident that it had happened a day ago.
Professor Cypress leaped from his desk with a start at the sound of a girl's voice. "Y-yes, Cypress! That's my name!" the man called as he quickly hustled out of his office. He tripped unceremoniously over a stack of books, but quickly regained his balance to greet Salomé. He thrust his hand out before her. "O-oh yes, yes, this is the right address. I hope that's okay with you? ... O-oh of course, how silly of me. Of course this wouldn't be the wrong address!"
