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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Ariel walked into the arena, proud of his frillish army which floated in behind him. They were all generally the same he supposed, they basically all had the same move set - the same abilities. All three of them had never seen a battle before, but they all seemed to enjoy the roar of the crowd. He was glad - he needed to train these little guys up to their full potential if he was ever going to take over the world, I mean, beat the scourge. They filed into the center of the battle field, ready to take on any challenger and hopefully not get their asses kicked. And it was a new chance for Ariel to see new Pokemon.
Out of the many things that he disliked about this place he decided that the roaring crowds were the worst, breaking his concentration and just giving him a headache in general. Blend that with the uncomfortable clip of hooves on his left, the grinding of steel limbs on his left and the sensation of something creepy hovering over his shoulder and there came a general recipe for extreme case of irritation and a scowl that could darken the sky if it weren't a dream-generated world.
"Jayden." The trainer spat it out, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that this opponent had three identical pokemon and only analyzing where he could hit to get the best amount of damage and end this as quickly as possible.
Oh boy, wasn't this battle friendly? To say the least, there was nothing else he could really say about the boy - not man, Ariel was a man, Jayden was a boy - though he was eager to get the three of them as quickly leveled up as possible. "Mind if I go first, kid?" It didn't matter if the kid minded or not, Ariel's pokemon started moving without his orders. It seemed as though Bohten was barking out orders like usual, because all the pokemon used bubble. But Chemah used acid armor, afterwards.
Ariel pulled out his Pokedex and scanned the girafarig.
Chemah: used bubble on girafrig, and acid armor. Bohten: used bubble on aron. Teke: used bubble on drifloon.
It's Jayden. Not kid, that average, generic blanket of a category that put him with so many people that didn't deserve to be on the same level as he did. "Go ahead." The words slipped through his teeth, clenched tight and wrapped up in his own frustrations to pay much attention to this man. If he'd wanted the first move, he would've struck first, but he didn't.
"Guard Swap, Harden." Girafarig gave a clop of its hooves and the Aron immediately took on a light sheen, glinting in the sunlight. "Minimize." Drifloon seemed to condense in size - and perhaps for more reasons than one -, strings tangling as it swerved out of the way of slimy projectiles heading its way. "And you." Jayden whirled around and confronted the girafarig, his eyes narrowed. "Astonish. Pick one." It didn't matter because they were all the same, but that only made him more suspicious, not cocky (because it only served to heighten his senses to the question of what was this man plotting?)
Oh boy, wasn't this battle friendly? To say the least, there was nothing else he could really say about the boy - not man, Ariel was a man, Jayden was a boy - though he was eager to get the three of them as quickly leveled up as possible. "Mind if I go first, kid?" It didn't matter if the kid minded or not, Ariel's pokemon started moving without his orders. It seemed as though Bohten was barking out orders like usual, because all the pokemon used bubble. But Chemah used acid armor, afterwards.
Ariel pulled out his Pokedex and scanned the girafarig.
Chemah: used bubble on girafrig, and acid armor. Bohten: used bubble on aron. Teke: used bubble on drifloon.
He decided that he didn't like immunities, didn't like types without immunities. Because Drifloon and Girafarig could manage with what little moves they possessed on them but Aron was an outlier, and he didn't like pokemon who just stood by that acted like a useless anchor to the rest of them.
"Astonish." Girafarig gave a snort of protest as blue tentacles wrapped themselves around its legs and he ground his teeth, snapping off the command with a wave of his hand and getting out a "Confusion." instead, disliking the swap but having to deal with it anyways. "Disable." Make sure that those insistent bubbles plaguing them would stop, mostly because they were leaving stains everywhere and that pop, pop, pop sound they made as they dissipated were really grinding on his last nerves.
Ariel didn't like how all this focus was on Chemah, and he was tempted to recall the poor little bastard, but he couldn't. This really wasn't even his fight anymore, it was Bohten's. Though by some god damn luck, Chemah managed to dodge the Girafrig's confusion attack. Bohten seemed rather pleased with his commands, especially as Teke seemed to hook himself tightly onto the girafrig, squeezing the pokemon with all his might.Though Bohten, seemed to disappear behind Chemah, using him as a shield as it preformed pain split, on both himself and the Drifloon.
Chemah: dodged confusion, used bubble on aron. Bohten: used pain split on drifloon. Teke: used constrict on girafrig.
Girafarig reared up again, this time adding a little whine in what Jayden assumed mirrored his own frustration at the move for missing. "Do it again. Now." Then he turned, trying to block out the sounds as much as he could to think, think of a way to hurry up and finish this without losing (and there weren't many options for that).
"Harden." Aron buckled its knees as a wave of bubbles slammed into its forehead, stubby paws coming to scrape and wipe off the film they left in their wake. Drifloon, in another part of the trainer's brain that he didn't want to listen to at the moment, gave its own shrill call of alarm and he spit out something along the lines of doing whatever it wanted to. Because it was certainly a lot easier and posed less risk of him embarrassing himself over anger in whatever mess this fight had managed to turn into in such a little amount of time.
Bohten's cry could be heard for miles as Teke rushed in front of him, taking on the full extent of the confusion, and he fell to the ground, it wasn't something that Ariel found comforting to look at. The leader frillish barked out some orders that were clear to everyone, including Ariel. They were going to have a full on assault on the Girafrig, as if it was swearing some sort of vengeance.
The wave of bubbles flew towards it and girafarig's eyes widened, the creature thrashing its head back and forth as it shied away from them like the plague. Some grazed past, brushing skin - the rest popped on its skin and left behind a layer of slimy film. Twisting its head and, briefly, seeing that Jayden was occupied elsewhere it unleashed the same attack as previous, in hopes doing to this foe what had befallen its ally.
Aron was getting impatient. He could see it expressed in the way the pokemon pawed at the ground, the sheen its steel hide sported dulling with each scrape that ground into the depths of the trainer's headache. Drifloon was shrinking again, the height of all the action drawing out a more secluded side of it, and he wondered if the two of them couldn't be used at shields, like that one opponent who had sacrificed itself on behalf of the others. It was a good strategy, even if he did have to push the compliment from half-grit teeth.
The frillishs' attack would not relent. They seemed to be gun-ho on taking down that girafrig. They attacked it as if it had taken away something fairly important to them, and it did, it took away their brother - their comrade. -
Ariel wanted to see exactly how this would play it, it had gotten interesting but then again this battle was slowly grinding on his nerves. The ghost types needed to learn new attacks, because each time a bubble popped it would cause a wave of pain to ripple through his mind. In other words, he was getting a headache.
Teamwork had always been a foreign word, whispered among the shadows of his team as they eyed each other through the corners of their eyes, suspicious. They needed to learn how to work well as a team, and notice when their teammate was in dire need of help, like now. "Well?" He hissed to aron, who dug its heels into the ground and stared at him, hide gleaming. "Go help." Because they knew - they all knew - that girafarig was the only string connecting them and any hair of a chance at that win.
Aron started to make its way toward the two frillish, trying to throw himself in front like the other one had but drifloon, the speedier one, made it first, draping its strings around the creature and wincing, bubbles popping and masking a thick layer of film on its rubber-esque surface.
Ariel walked into the arena, proud of his frillish army which floated in behind him. They were all generally the same he supposed, they basically all had the same move set - the same abilities. All three of them had never seen a battle before, but they all seemed to enjoy the roar of the crowd. He was glad - he needed to train these little guys up to their full potential if he was ever going to 
