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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GRAND OPENING !
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After her arm was healed up thanks to the amberwell, she said goodbye to Neo and continued on her journey through the forest. Nothing had really caught her eye so far, which she was somewhat glad for. Part of her was worried that the Beedrill from before was trying to track her down, and Blaze had to keep reassuring her that he'd take it down next time.
Part of her skirt was torn; she'd used some of the fabric to tie around the wound on her arm. The amberwell's water really did work miracles; the scratch stopped bleeding as soon as she poured the liquid on it. "I ruined my skirt but that's okay! I'm just glad I feel better, right Blaze?" the trained smiled down at the Cyndaquil, who nodded happily in response.
Post by cold volume on Apr 5, 2013 13:28:54 GMT -5
She sat amid a bed of mushrooms taking notes in a beaten up journal. Her pen prodded them, and reluctantly, she scratched off a piece -- bitter. She noted that down too.
A torchic hobbled around outside of its pokeball, scratching the ground as it looked for bugs, moving in those fast, bird-like twitches. It's soft, ruby down feathers were not ready for any sort of flight. The torchic ran around Regina while she peered at the vegetation facinated, peering into logs, jumping off of low tree limbs, getting stuck in squirming until it righted itself. She was an independent and curious little scamp.
She had wandered quite a distance away from Regina when she crashed out of the bush and ran right into a Cyndaquil and its trainer. "Torrr..." she purred, woozily getting up and looking up at the tall person in awe.
As the two were walking down the path, a bush beside Blaze began to rustle. The Cyndaquil turned just in time to come face to face with a Torchic before it knocked them both over. Emily gasped, kneeling down to check on both of the fire types. "Hey, are you okay Blaze? And you too, little Torchic?"
Blaze stood back up and nodded, brushing dirt from his body. He then walked over to the Torchic, asking if it was okay as well. "Cynda?"
Post by cold volume on Apr 5, 2013 19:33:26 GMT -5
The Torchic pulled itself up and shook its head. Upon the polite query from the the Cyndaquil, its feathers puffed up with annoyance. The torchic whipped around, throwing up rocks and dirt behind it as it walked sassily away back into the bush it had come from.
But Regina ruined its act when she plucked it up on the other side, scooping it up ineloquently by the leg.
"Don't wander away!" she scolded while it flailed its tiny wings and struggled to be right-side-up. "Hi there," she said to the girl, setting the bird back on the ground. It breathed a sigh of relief. "That's a very fine Pokemon you have there. Fire type? Hey, mind if I inspect it?" she asked, withdrawing the pokedex a bit in the inner pocket of her lab coat.
Emily was taken aback when a girl stepped through the bush and onto the path. The way she grabbed the Torchic surprised her, but she stayed quiet until it was her turn to speak.
"Oh. thank you! This is Blaze my Cyndaquil. Are you one of those researchers? If so I have more pokemon for you if you want to study them!" At this Blaze waved, although he was still concerned about the Torchic.
Emily noted her pokemon's worry and turned her eyes onto the bird. "Is that your Torchic? I hope we didn't scare her too much..."
"You do, now?" Regina asked with a lop-sided, plotting grin. "Wow! So nice for you to offer," she said, clapping her hands together a bit lightly. "Yes, yes, I would love to see them! And yes, the Torchic is. Quite the bother too - so young - but with all my work, I haven't even the time to train it properly. So it runs around and does as it likes. Sorry if it did anything it shouldn't," she said. Regina shot a scolding look at the undisciplined little devil.
After getting the go-ahead, Emily smiled and pulled out her bag. After fishing the pokeballs out, she released each one, announcing their names as she did so. "Come on out guys!"
At first there was Blaze the Cyndaquil, but he was already out. Next was Bulb the Ivysaur, Pree the Togepi, Goth the Gothita, Mirage the Zorua, and Katya the Treecko.
"Well, this is my family! Guys, say hello to Miss Regina the researcher and her friend Torchic!" All the pokemon smiled and waved, each making their own unique noises.
Regina squeaked with surprise and scientific spirit! "Aahh! Thank you so much!" She said, putting her hands on Kat's shoulders with enthusiusm. "This is fantastic! I've been behind on my research because its been hard to get into the forest properly... I'll take a look now!"
Regina first knelt down in front of the bulbasaur. Bulb was just starting to split, and it had grown, too. Reptile was twice as big. Vegetarian. (Carnivore??) "Scaley," she muttered with reluctance, "and cold."
Moving on, she came to the Cyndaquil. "How does it see?" she asked, peering at the nearly closed slits. She found its ears though, and burnt her fingers a little.
Sucking them to cool them off, she knelt in front of the Togepi. "Very soft skin," she mentioned, taking notes on the baby noises it made.
The little gothita stood beside it, a morbid doll of the same size and with a passive face. She did not make a sound as Regina measured it's dimensions like a tailor. "...well-behaved." Cypress was a lucky old baffoon to get one of these.
Now at the Zorua, regina stalled. She didn't like the sneaky shifting of its eyes. It reminded her of the thugs that would come down to her lab every now and then for supplies. "I wouldn't trust it," she muttered, moving on.
A treecko stood now with a piece of grass in his mouth. She almost touched the grass, but it narrowed its eyes at her, so she decided not too. "Not one to be prodded," she sighed.
Standing up, she turned to the trainer. "That takes care of that. Hey, if your interested, I'm looking to hand off this little guy." She gestured towards the torchic, who was now inspecting the cyndaquil, walking around it slowly and cautiously. "It has a lot of potential, but I'm not the person fit for training it up... I'll let you have it for any one of these... the gothita would make a fabulous assistant," she added.
Emily watched with a bit of pride as Regina looked her pokemon over. Each one she was very proud of, since they'd been raised with their best interest in mind. After she had finished her research, however, Regina made an offer that confused the trainer.
"You'd give me your Torchic? For...Goth?" She hadn't seen this coming. To gain the Torchic as a friend would be wonderful! But...losing one of her own? It would definitely make Emily sad...but then again the answer wasn't hers to give.
She looked at the Gothita, who was looking between the women with wide eyes. "Well...It's up to you..."
Regina looked down at the gothita, then came over and knelt before her like a knight before its princess. She held out her hand to it, as if asking it to dance.
"Little one, would you like to join my research team? Combat is a brutal sport for an intellectual such as yourself."
Emily loved all her pokemon like they were her family. So the fact that she would potentially have to part with one was making her upset. But she knew it wasn't her decision to make. Goth looked to Emily, and the girl bent down so she could be face to face with her.
The Gothita held her tiny arms out and Emily could feel the tears falling from her eyes. The two hugged one another, but eventually Goth let go and petted Emily on the cheek with a nod.
"Yes...I will see you again one day, right?" Emily stood up as Goth walked over to Regina. The trainer pulled her pokeball from her bag and handed it over to the researcher. "You...you take good care of her...alright?"
Regina smiled, relieved, looking at the morbid little crying away. She held it in her arms, slipping the pokeball into her lab coat's pocket.
Then, finding her little chickadee, Regina scooped that little one in her other arm and brought it over to Kat. "This one's a handful, but I'm sure it'll excel under you instruction. Thank you so much!" she said, offering the girl a true smile. It was a pleasent exchange for her on this path. "It trips a lot - stumbles - so take these bandages too-" Regina buried into her pocket and pulled out a big wad of cartoon stickies, band-aid for young pokemon.
The trainer nodded as Regina handed her the Torchic. She was glad to have a new team mate, but was still sad at the loss of another. Emily did smile when she took the band-aids; they were really cute.
Emily expected the woman to leave, but instead she stayed to chat. It was a nice change, and Emily smiled as she held the Torchic to her chest. "Emily Thorne. I'm making my way to Nerio since it's been hit and it's the closest city to fight in."
