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 cold volume on Apr 7, 2013 14:27:56 GMT -5
She prodded the pidgey carcass with a stick. The feathers were half rotted and splattered around the base of the rock, and she pouted with a crestfallen sigh. "Its too far gone to study," she said to her accomplice. the Taillow on her shoulder twitched curiously, not really understand the death of its breathen.
an arm draped over her shoulder, just missing the perching taillow. "genie ~" came the researcher's playful tone just close to her ears. "now what do we hav--" if possible the smile only grew wider. he made a clicking noise, "now, now, we can have our fun, but that's just too much." though, he doubted that she was the one who lead the pidgey to this state.
"But Mr. Silvera," she sighed at the loss of the Pokemon, and hesitated at the touch of his breath on her neck. "It must have died only a day ago." Regina straightened and gave up the stick to the ground, pressing up her glasses with a well-put-together frown. He was right, after all. She turned her head to look at her second little bird. "What kind of experiment does your expertise suggest?"
he let her go when she pulled away to stand and did the same as well. "of course." his tone was light as it had been. he hadn't missed the way the body was decaying. it was far too gone for a death only moments ago. the blood had dried. the stench was settling. the marks and probable cause of death was not one of human hands. much like a feline, rather, were the marks left on the bird. what was left were little more than scraps. "leftovers." he answered with a tugging smile. "there's no experiment in this little one."
Her mentor, this man of nonchalance, always seemed to know what he was doing. In contrast, Regina blundered around, feeling her way through the dark of the unknown with bit of luck on her side. It had always been like this between them. She remembered as much - how he hovered over her shoulder with crescent eyes, tapping the computer screen like a conductor to point out her errors.
It embarrassed her most of the time, but he was always right. Always a real Hemingway with concision.
"Too far gone... Well, let it rot." Annoyed, she kicked wet leaves and dirt messily over it, hardly a real burial, but it got the corpse out of sight. The feathers looks like the the amber dead foliage, but pink strands of guts stuck out. Just give it a week.
he expected her to be the one to bother to give the meal a burial, even if it was a poor attempt. there was no point in it other than the mask the smell. something else would appear and they would like the snack, rotting or not. it was the natural order of things.
but he'd already lost interest in the fallen pidgey. a subject he couldn't have his fun was an experiment wasted. one had to be careful with these bodies. too far and there was no more information they could obtain. decayed as they were, it might have been difficult for normal folks to tell, but there wasn't interesting about the way they had decomposed. it was entirely normal.
"hm ... ?" he turned back to her, most likely a little too close for comfort. "it's always good to exercise your knowledge of just what is the cause of death."
he motioned her to follow. the pidgey, while it had garnered his attention for a moment, was not the reason why he had brought her there.
He leaned towards her like a heron contemplating a peck into the water. Reggie straightened, scratching her cheek and became suddenly fascinated by a mossy rock at nine o'clock. Somehow, he always managed to be evasive and confrontational in just the way that didn't suit her.
"U-Um, well-" she said, putting a hand on his chest and pressing him back slowly. Mr. Silvera was a real character. She didn't want to insult him - she'd learned a lot from him and her respect was unmatched - but Regina wanted to find something to analyze as quickly as possible. She craved a vaccine. Mr. Silvera, on the other hand, had a thing for side-stepping her problems, making her slowly and pain-stakingly figure things out for herself.
"I guess it is," she admitted. She had always been the type to bulldoze away the unnecessary, and then, to miss the little details.
"But I'd rather not stroll for too long, you know? I'm in a rush."
She shoved her hand into her hair, glancing at what was left of the dead bird as if this parting were a sorrow. Alive would have been nice.
"There are so many knew ways to die now, aren't there..." she mumbled, catching his motion to follow him, and stepped in suit.
he didn't seem to mind the gentle push. of course, he'd meant nothing more than to invade her personal space. it was always amusing to watch her reactions. he waved it off. "young people these days." he commented idly. "always on a rush."
the scientist gave a chuckle, "don't let that recklessness stop you from getting what you want, of course." whether there was a hidden meaning in his words of if he was just being blunt was something he wouldn't answer.
"ah, now here we are."
it was another corpse far too gone to be observed. any samples would be difficult to discern from the ground around it. contaminated. there was a strange black goo that stood out from the rest. "of course we need to burn it, but it's an interesting figure, isn't it?" it was pointless to gather any information from it beyond a simple observation. "i've always wondered what would happen if it effects birds, don't you?" he laughed. "the virus should spread even quicker." he gave it a light kick. "perhaps very thinly. this one seems to have rotted itself away as it tried to come here."
Post by cold volume on May 2, 2013 17:09:56 GMT -5
Regina rolled her eyes behind his back. She kept the comment to herself that he wasn't very much older than she was. She followed after his casual figure, always a step behind. It was quite hilarious how her mouth sometimes zipped up around Silvera. He would give her the most bizarre advice, and she would look at the ground refusing out of pride to ask for clarification as she analyzed his words. What was he implying?? There was a silence now as she followed him through the woods. How could her rush prevent her from getting what she wanted? Did it have something to do missing the details? What could she have missed.
Oh no, she was beginning to worry she was doing it all wrong. She took out her pokedex and self-consciously began to look over and recheck old entries, her thumb pressing all over the screen.
He spoke again, halting, and she accidently walked into his back. Regina tripped backwards, but caught herself before she could really fall. She shoved her pokedex away with a weak smile.
Then, she saw the decaying pieces of another corpse. The flesh seemed to disintegrate into a filmy, viscous, black pus, and a muted odor made her lift her hand to her mouth. She watched her mentor prod the mess with his foot, and inwardly cringed. Still, she snapped off a branch from a nearby shrub, and stepped closer as well to prod a particularly gelatinous hunk.
"The birds..." she repeated to herself while her Taillow fidgeted on her shoulder. "That's true -" and the memory of her skarmory found bleeding in a scourge trap unsettled her. Such theories lead to inhumane and cruel precautions. "You're right, it just wasted away without a fight," she managed, the surrounding trees lacking any damage. "What was it? A bird too?"
a brow arched and he'd smile in a mischevious manner when he'd turned to see her after she'd bumped into him. there was another scold on his tongue, just about to leave. but he decided against it for now. oh, that didn't mean he was done picking on her just yet. far from it.
unlike regina, he took in a deep breath. he probably shouldn't. while there was no signs of how it affected humans (other than the obvious), it didn't mean that their future generation wouldn't be affected by it. poison could always travel down one's line. oh, maybe he should stop thinking about that now else he'd turn his 'interests' towards another species.
he grinned seeing the taillow shift uncomfortably at the idea of the muck once being on of their species. good. they should be afraid. "of course." he tapped her forehead lightly. "why else would i mention them?" he said in the lazy manner he always had as he pulled out a pokeball. "now that i've shown you, we should dispose of it." a flash of light and his houndour stood beside him. "we can't have the forest expose to it for too long. it might already be too much."
rome turned to her as flames began to engulf the black mass. "i hope you've understood why i've brought you here now. it's not only those on land we need to be weary of."
Post by cold volume on May 20, 2013 18:46:33 GMT -5
She stepped away as the fire took over the black mess, roaring over the organic slop of decay. She put her mentor mentor herself and the flames, and they roard behind him as he faced her. "It makes sense," she said, looking at her own bird, and deciding to prioritize its own vaccination.
"Have you cleansed a space before with fire?" she asked suddenly, though, it might not have been appropriate to question. She caught herself, and spoke past the query, pressing up her glasses against the heat.
