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.
swarms
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Post by cold volume on Apr 20, 2013 17:58:32 GMT -5
The Professor's heart raced as the mound of soft, wavy hair burrowed into his chest, pressing against the clammy skin beneath. He swallowed and put a hand on her head, breath shaky, he smiled a little. His hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head, as if she were a child. His sharp chin folded over her hair as he lightly stroked the soft strands, holding her close.
"What is the matter?" he whispered, half aware how his hands did this on their own.
Her whisper muffled among the waves of his shirt – a sea of white cotton and polyester that her tears began to stain like ink. The deep blue venom of tears and mascara - almost poisonous in colour; rending down her porcelain cheeks onto the professor’s clammy skin. Ever so clammy.
At the touch of his hand among her blonde mane she pushed deeper into the waves - as if to drown. She was scared, but Courtney had yet to realise that the years of running away had made her life worthless, she had achieved nothing and now was the start of new beginning after twenty-seven years of wasted time.
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cold volume (sorry for the delay, exam period ;a;)
Post by cold volume on Apr 25, 2013 16:36:46 GMT -5
He took a deep breath, and the hand on her shoulder inched up to push itself with tenderness into her wavy brown hair. He attempted to tilt her head from his chest so that he could look at her properly - though the touch of her plush boobs on his body as she clung to him made him hesitate. She had this Marilyn charm, and he couldn't shake it off.
"H-hey," he said, snapping into her eyes with an intellectual's confidence that side-stepped his awkward front with strangers. "Your pokemon will keep you safe. You'll be fine out there." It was a breathy whisper, heedlessly close to her cheeks. He dared not move his palm where he craddled the back of her head - they had only just met, but he could not deny their chemistry. His other hand came to wipe at the tears on her cheek, and he frowned a little. "...this won't do."
She grabbed a tissue from a pocket, wiping the mascara off and in the process wiping the professor’s finger a few times. Courtney looked him directly in the eye, her face rosy and a layer of makeup gone, her skin appearing a shade or two darker where it wasn’t cherry red. She lightly kissed his cheek and hoisted herself up onto the ground.
“Thank you for your kindness…I’m not usually like this – I’m sorry for being imposing”
She rustled around for her handbag on the floor, picked it up and slung it around her shoulder, looking down but facing him.
Post by cold volume on May 4, 2013 15:05:01 GMT -5
The Professor cleared his throat as he slowly leaned up, a ferocious blush spreading beneath his graying hair. He was rather infatuated with Courtney at this point, and even though it had all been a tease, he wanted to leave her with something to ensure that she would never forget him. These two minutes touching on his desk meant something to him, after all. Perhaps, she would come back when it was all over and remember him, and the moment could last longer. Shaking his head, he shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a new pokeball.
"She'll watch over you. This one's got a good head on her shoulders, a real fairy godmother. I'm sure you'll be safe if you keep her around."
