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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Selling her stuffy studio flat in Nerio earned a fair amount of money; at least what would have been enough to begin her new life as a trainer, within a night however that money was spent, spent on fake fur coats, designer heels and a Smoochum down some back alley; not a place to buy a living creature. She had enough to get to Nero City, but as far as tonight went, she didn’t even have adequate money for a room…Courtney had yet to realize that fact as she forced the colossus like suitcase over cobbles.
The wheels clunked to a stop directly in front of the laboratory, a word that until recently she believed to be a synonym for toilet. She firmed her grip upon the handle of the pink monstrosity, making sure the Pokeball she had was safely tucked away in the designer handbag slung over the parallel shoulder…. She didn’t want them to know she had bought her first Pokemon on a spending spree, incase it prevented her from receiving the second; after the scourge Courtney needed as much help as she could get.
Within a few minutes the glowing eyesore of luggage was lead inside by a pair of killer heels.
Post by cold volume on Apr 9, 2013 14:22:48 GMT -5
Cypress was a nutty one with his coffee mug with the potion active-ingrediant molecule on it. He was a softie, an academic, sitter and thinker with plush hands, awkward smiles, and thin, gangly limbs. He was staring at his mildew-colored desktop when the glam babe walked in, strutting around with smooth hips, and hopefully the glare over his glasses hid the unprofessional direction his eyes first shot at.
"H-hello there- W-what have we here now? I've been e-expecting and Eos trainer -- You are Ms. Miler?" He cleared his throat rather pointedly, tapping together a pile of scientific articles on the side of his desk even though they really didn't need to be organized further.
Courtney loved bandeau dresses, the way in which they could only contain a quarter of her overflowing bosom; indeed a ripple of excitement ran down her spine as she could notice the glassed man in front felt the same. She immediately dropped her handbag, purposely bending herself to a pleasant degree before yanking out a set of rustling paper sheets. Leaving her suitcase sanding solo she quickly approached his desk, the sound of clopping following; she showed the papers to him, fingering the form and intentionally standing unnecessarily close to him, slightly bending next to the desk.
“Yes sir, from these papers here you can see that I am Courtney Miller, a new trainer on the Eos Program”
She talked in a gratuitously sweet tone, flickering her eyelashes and shifting her highly glossed lips – men liked that, the acting nervous, the submission. Courtney was teasing him, curious to how he would react, she looked him straight into his eyes like a predator…. It was fun, and anyway she might get given a better Pokemon.
Post by cold volume on Apr 9, 2013 16:28:51 GMT -5
The good professor blushed a magnificent ruby color, pressing up his glasses at the sight of soft, round skin framed in frilly lace. Overcome, he was. Cypress had always been a bachelor, always forgone the temptations of the opposite sex in favor of improving his mind. But despite it all, when it was put in front of his face so tangible, his nerves really got the best of him.
He avoided eye contact for the most part, avidly pressing up his glasses.
"Y-yes, w-welcome to our ranks eh-heh," he winced. "L-let me just find what I p-prepare - one m-moment."
Jumpy, he stepped over to a drawer and with a clumsy, entirely unsauve manner, pulled open a heavy, sticking file cabinet drawer. From this, he removed a briefcase, and he turned around holding it close to his chest. His eyes shot down, then to the side. "O-oh, L-look, N-nearly n-noon," he set the briefcase down and clicked it open for her perusal.
"Well, h-here they are, all ten. Please choose one as your first, y-yes? Consider it a reward for my a-approval and c-confident in your training a-ablities..."
Suddenly the Professor didn’t exist; her eyes skimmed the selection of Pokeballs covered in labels with scribble nametags. Courtney’s eyes scanned, looking over and over…yet in the end they always flickered to the same name. Bulbasaur. As a little girl every child would give a limb to receive one of the rare trio of Bulbasaur, Squirtle or Charmander in her home region of Kanto.
She remembered Daddy’s Venusaur and the emotions began to swell, how she rode it through the living room, into the garden on a summer’s noon. The ball containing her new partner was already within her grasp, pressed tightly against her wholesome bosom as she stared onwards towards the wall; filled with past thoughts and adventures. Everything else was tuned out.
Post by cold volume on Apr 10, 2013 19:52:11 GMT -5
While Ms. Miller squeezed the bulbasaur to her charming chest, Professor Cypress turned around and squirted a mint concoction into his mouth. He bent down and looked at himself in the reflection of his computer screen. Finally, he tapped her on the shoulder to break her out of her pleased daze.
"I-I'm glad you found a match - the creature is yours, Ms. Miller. Eh-heh, welcome to Eos -- and if you care to stay for a bit longer, w-well, I can give you another.... n-not one of these I'm a afraid," he said, closing the briefcase. "But one I recently caught from the wild."
He scooped out from his drawer a clear bottle labelled 'ETHANOL', a joke really, and poured he poured the vodka into two clean beakers idly sitting on his desk. "A drink?"
@hatti
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Her glossy lips formed a small smirk, before she looked at the strange choice of vodka glass.
“Sure, I’ll stay a little longer”
She leant one hand on the desk, the other swirled the beaker she hoped wasn’t ethanol…. not that she knew what it was, but it didn’t sound good. Looking up to make sure there was no malevolent grin Courtney took a small sip of what turned out to be Vodka. Safe. Good. She showed another polite smile, somewhat glad that her charms had worked for the millionth time…yet deep down also fed up…no not fed up just…. her mind strayed off as she tried to keep the Professor pleased.
“Do you go out catching Pokemon often Professor?
She sounded interested enough but at this point was not completely sure what she wished to gain from the man in front of her.
Post by cold volume on Apr 11, 2013 18:26:10 GMT -5
He let one hand casually slide into his lab coat's pocket, and he drank the little stash to relax. Now was a good time as ever to drink it, he supposed. Some old friend from college had left it with him. His old friend and associate said he needed to get out more. That he ought to enjoy what life had to offer while there was still some peace.
His nerves were settled by the scorching liquid, and he languidly walked around his desk to stand beside her and drink leaning against the wooden the counter. His shoulder touched against hers, and his head fell backward with a sigh as he looked up at the ceiling.
"These times are not for the innocent of mind. Rough days ahead, but we can still enjoy a few.... I don't usually drink." Lazily, his eyes turned to hers.
Shooting another drink, he hiccuped, and then, looked at her again and blushed with a queasy smile. Still intimidated, he leaned back to lay across his desk, his back pressing against the calendar place-mat. He laced his fingers together over his stomach.
This recruit made gorgeous company, a real gem of a woman, and he wouldn't mind if she stayed behind and worked as an assistant for him personally. But it was too late to contact HQ and reassign her. He was too passive to force it, too, only to lean back dazed and relaxed on his ancient desk and consider how old he was.
"What got you interested in Eos, hmm?" he chuckled cutely, putting his arms under his head. "Oh, you can lay down too. This old desk, pah!"
A few awkward moments of silence passed as she simply watched his stretched form, somewhat confused, Courtney assumed he got merry from his liquor much faster than most. He eyed the ceiling, glasses echoing the light. They say that eyes are gateways to the soul, but when his glasses simply reflect like mirror shards, where is the door?
In a minute or so she found herself also laid out, her elbows sticking out and hands resting on a slowly rising chest. The ceiling reminded her somewhat of school, how lights flickered with black dots caused by fly corpses, tricked to the radiance. It was comforting… In a weird way.
“I guess I had nothing else left to live for, I needed a new start”
She didn’t truly think about the answer before it spilled out, yet she didn’t feel embarrassed. Probably from a mix of the many different types of exhaustion flowing around her body, which is probably why laying on someone’s desk didn’t feel like the single most awkward first meeting.
“I still don’t fully understand what the program is, but my old life came to an end and now a new one I don’t fully recognize is starting”
Post by cold volume on Apr 12, 2013 17:18:43 GMT -5
"It is something new, hmm? Get to know your pokemon down to its bones, and you don't need to be a researcher for that to happen." He stretched, and continued. "Take it from me. If it weren't for the scourge, becoming a trainer comes naturally to most. I'm sure you'll do fine," he hummed with wishy-washy lilts in his tone. "As for Eos, we're simply the few dry matches. Everything was different thirty years ago."
A sigh escaped her lips as she gazed at the ceiling lights, her elbow lightly touching the professor’s arm and she tilted her head to the side to face him. Yawning, she lightly rubbed her lower eyelid making sure to not misplace any fake eyelashes or mascara, the other eye slightly blinking as her lips let out the breath.
“I battled a lot when I was younger, I never called myself a trainer though...”
She shifted the rest of her body to face him, her feet lifting off the floor and as she shifted to get comfortable her breasts were pushed together and almost falling out…Courtney was too tired to care.
Deep down Courtney was terrified; she always let on the bravado façade, there was never a plan but things always went well in the end…now she was starting anew with nothing left. There was nothing.
Post by cold volume on Apr 15, 2013 13:33:32 GMT -5
Professor Cypress was pretty bent out of shape by now. She smelled like vanilla and a whole mess of fruit, and really all he had to do was close his eyes to be satisfied. Eos Program would surely kick him out if they discovered he did anything more with their few recruits.
"Mmmmm?" the professor hummed, letting his head roll to the side to snipe another glimpese of her cleavage. However, he got more than he bargained for as her luscious melons were indeed toppling out, a glimpse of her bra also tempting him. His glasses kind of steam up. "O-ooh.... afraid? O-of what e-exactly?" he asked, shaking like a sixteen-year-old. God, if only he could put his hands to them, feel their warm fullness like a pokeball expanding in his hands.
“…Well…people are dying and stuff…I don’t want to die”
Courtney shuffled in anxiety, ending up slightly closer to the professor and his undressing eyes, not that she was observant enough to notice.
“I kind of wish I hadn’t made the gamble of joining eos…maybe I’d be better off going back and working at the fast food place I worked in”
Shuffling again her nose lightly touched his shoulder; it was surprisingly cold, as if he had never been touched in his life, as if he had been uncovered from a tomb for the first time in a million years.
Post by cold volume on Apr 15, 2013 15:00:06 GMT -5
The mousy Professor took off his glasses, setting them aside as she moved closer. It was she that had broken the ice in the end, who had shoved through his nervous tide. Her peachy nose touch his shoulder, and he couldn't help but lift a hand to her shoulder to steady her. The upset twinge in Courtney's voice was not lost on him.
"Yes... people are dying. It is a risk - Eos. But if we don't take it now, the world could fall apart. So - you've got to be strong, my dear, o-okay?" He turned to his side, looking her in the eye with the utmost seriousness. Her breath, so close, was such a tender softness.
Strong? She never had to be that before, her life was easy, the strongest she had to be was ignoring bitching teenagers and even that made her crumble in her bedroom at night.
The professor seemed like a fluctuating person, cold yet warm, falling apart from alcohol yet serious, and most of all kind. He was so close, so very close; she pressed her head into his chest and began to lightly sob. She couldn’t cope but most of all she was just lonely. She didn’t know where her father was, no other family, no friends…just…her body and beauty.
Courtney laid there, her head pushing into his white shirt.