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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delilah wasn't used to the heat; she hadn't been in the depths of the mine for very long, and already she could feel sweat pooling on her forehead. (that would explain the amount of fire pokemon there, in any case.) the woman reached for a pokeball, perhaps to release her spheal -- she knew that water gun would come in handy at some point -- when, to her surprise, there was a large group of houndour huddled together not far from where she was.
a few of them looked at her with pathetic, starving eyes; one, however, glared at her as if daring her to come closer. he looked weakened by hunger, but the challenge in the pokemon's gaze was undeniable.
she wanted that one.
pulling out an empty pokeball, she tossed it at the houndour, smiling as it rocked and clicked shut. "welcome to my team, naberius."
Post by cold volume on Apr 2, 2013 21:31:08 GMT -5
It was a rabble of bone and black hair. It pressed its head against her leg. It was so young -- might have just opened its eyes a week ago, and its small mouth made short and needy yips. Regina bent down and picked up the young pup, cradling its tush in her palm. It licked her thumb, then bit it a little as if trying to drink.
"Hey hey..." she said softly. "You better come with me." She put the puppy in a pail that containing a rock collection.
She stood up from where she'd crouched behind the rock, and she saw Delilah standing on the other side of a small stream of lava. Oh whoa, it was that girl! She had to rub the steam off of her glasses to be sure. Her coat ditched by her camp to explore the hot tunnel, Regina's tang top was grey with the dirt. Her gloves protected her hands from the hot minerals. She saw a little puppy get encased by a red light.
"Delilah? Did you find one too?" she yelled with a worried note.
delilah's head whipped around when she heard her name. who could she possibly run into in a place such as this? the wariness and confusion were evident in the furrow of her eyebrows, and her bright blue eyes scanned the depths for whoever it was.
her gaze landed on a familiar, dark-haired woman with the large, circular glasses. she blinked. (how unexpected.) delilah was silent for a few moments before lifting her good hand and waving. "find what, reggie?" she called back across the caverns, tilting her head. (if reggie meant 'found a place as hot as hell,' then the answer was invariably yes.)
then the woman eyed her pokeball, and delilah laughed to herself. "if you're talking about a houndour, yeah -- i found a bunch over here." she gestured at the group of small, fearful pokemon. "why?"
Regina picked her way through the hot rocks, the puppy panting in her pail. "H-hey, yeah, what do you think happened to their mother?" she asked, worried. "Do you think we should take them all?" The rock nerd came up beside Delilah, holding up her unbearable torch. (For a hot place, it sure was dark.) The light cast bizarre shadows against her friend's countenance. The fire's light reflected on her own glasses. "There mother..." she trailed off. Regina looked down uncomfortably at the group of young Houndour that kept so close together that their flanks touched.
delilah sighed. "i think they're orphans." their mother wouldn't have left them if they were this small without a good reason; and considering how famished they all looked, the woman figured the mother had been out of the equation for quite some time. she glanced at regina, however, with a look of pity. "what're we supposed to do with them all, though?" in a world such as theirs, only the strong survived. (these puppies would be doomed regardless.) "i get you want to take care of them, but i definitely don't have enough pokeballs to catch them all." the trainer shook her head sadly. no, there wasn't much either of them could do my themselves.
She pulled the bucket with the puppy in it up to her chest, looking down again with concern.
"I suppose," she winced. She didn't like it one bit. Leaving them that is. "This one came up to me away from rest. He's... kind of a runt, I guess, haha but I don't mind. Might have a lot of fire in him who knows - and I can study him as good as any other Houndour when I get back to camp. Short of, you know, cutting him open." Her throat was dry in this air and she laughed wryly. "Want to climb back out for some real air with me? The sulfur down here makes my head hurt." Her cheek fell into her hand, and the torch sagged downward.
tuyet note: orz, want to time skip to houndour battle/challenge?
"so, are you ready?" delilah grinned, taking a deep breath. she hadn't even spent that much time down in the caverns, but it still felt as if she hadn't been outside in days. delilah gently pat her houndour on the head. "naberius, leer and ember." the pokemon glared menecingly, then spat flames at the other houndour.
Post by cold volume on Apr 8, 2013 13:04:49 GMT -5
"W-wait!" Regina said, very much not. Her puppy took the ember, rubbing its paw over its nose in irritation of the specks. Danny - she'd named him - used smog like an aggravated bull huffs out powerful mist breaths. "Hey c'mon, must we? What will it prove? This is stupid," Regina said reluctantly, crouching down and frowning.
delilah shrugged. "might as well get them used to things outside of the caverns, reggie." and why not battle to see which houndour was better, anyway? her houndour coughed on the poisonous gas, howling to pump himself up before spewing his own purple cloud of poison. "they'll need the experience, anyway."
Regina's houndour nipped, covering its nose and rubbing away the gas. It shot embers of frustration at the other puppy. This wasn't exactly going the way Regina wanted. A part of her wanted to scoop up the Pokemon and put it away in her pokeball, the other wanted to keep going along with Delilah's logic. Better here than against the scourge, right? "I-I don't know. They're so young? Aren't there better ways to prepare them?" she ask with a hesitance like breaking an egg to fry.
the houndour snarled and sniffed as the embers hit his body, but merely absorbed them and returned with a howl and another round of embers. the woman shook her head. "it's harsh, but at least there's no real danger here." she glanced at the two small canine pokemon, sighing. "it's even better than, say, a wild pokemon. we're both here, after all."
Post by cold volume on Apr 25, 2013 23:27:44 GMT -5
"Yes... and it's not like I haven't fought before but," she had come to slowly learn that she wasn't really meant for these labors. Combat was hardly her forte. She wasn't a trainer for reason - Regina hadn't the head for pokemon combat. All her life she had seen them as lab rats and biological systems to experiment on. The idea that they were alive had grown on her in a peculiar way, and the entire concept of fighting with them was beginning to feel like a book she wasn't meant to touch. None of her Pokemon had won a single bout under her hand, and she knew when it came to wild pokemon or even the scourge, things would end with her tail between her legs.
Besides, she didn't even plan on leaving Nerio. "There's just no point in it for me. I'm not a trainer, exactly."
delilah shrugged, her eyebrows coming together. the woman couldn't say she understood the appeal of researching -- then again, she had never been one for learning per se. she could take care of herself well enough on the streets, of course, but stick her in a classroom ...
the woman waved back her houndour. "you can't avoid them forever, can you?"
"I-I don't plan to fight them...," she said, uneasily rubbing her arm and watching the houndours continue to have at it. Delilah had a roughness in her voice that she couldn't relate to.