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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as sophia pushes past the creaky doors of the abandoned cathedral, she has to wonder how long it’s been since the place was deemed suitable for human habitation. it seemed that every footprint was enough to send a small cloud of dust flying from the moth-eaten carpet. well, it can’t be helped. not if she wants to gather as many agents as possible to a single location. with the new wave of eos trainers at pax, a discussion at the lake hardly seemed prudent.
fantine floats past her, scanning the aisles for things that shouldn’t be there. the froslass breathes frost on the pews every now and then, but it seems that the cathedral is truly abandoned. sophia walks to the back and finds an equally dusty table, but it doesn’t take a mind like hers to realize that attempting to move it is futile.
well. it seems that they will have to take turns playing the pastor of their own ideology, sophia thinks humorlessly. fantine satisfies her curiosity with the bronze organ by creating her own broken cacophony. sophia doesn’t have the heart to tell her to stop.
that's--that's something at least. the froslass is really banging away at that organ, huh?
the lucario enters ahead of him, ears pressed flat against his head. he scans the room briefly, then nods at sophia before leaping up onto a pew. he turns his head away from fantine. zahir wishes he could do the same.
he picks up a piece of dragon scale off the pews and blows on it lightly. no dust. thing's pretty new here, he remarks to no-one in particular, in a soft voice no-one can hear. he wonders who else has been here. as far as he knows, no-one has a dragon-type with them. the scale isn't of a dragonair's. iskander hums, runs a finger on the scale.
It was characteristic for Iskander to do something unexpected, which is what happened when the Metagross had showed up with Byte one afternoon. The steel-psychic Pokémon had led Aaron straight to the abandoned cathedral (which was not so abandoned anymore). The dust on the doors had been displaced; people were already here. All he needs is noise from a rickety pipe organ to confirm his suspicions.
Aaron isn't sure what the Froslass is accomplishing by hammering away at the organ. He raises a brow and chooses not to comment on it. The Porygon-Z thinks it's good fun and makes a few beeping noises, torn between sidling with the Metagross and joining the Froslass to bash away at the organ.
"The usual misfits, perhaps," the man muses as he takes his place beside the dark-haired agent.
Cameron quietly slips into the Abandonded Cathedral; unlike the rest of them, she doesn't have her pokemon out. (A giant scourge Camerupt stomping through Juno isn't exactly something that would have remained inconspicuous.) The woman merely stands to the side as Rapture slips out of his pokeball, lounging in the back.
The pokemon gives his agent a strange look, glancing at the Froslass, before huffing and attempting to bury his ears in his forelegs.
It doesn't work.
The woman merely leans against the wall beside her pokemon. The normal vagrants in Juno? "Likely." (What does it matter, anyway?)
iskander looks up and sees hyde arriving alongside aaron and his porygon-z, and waves lackadaisically. he leans against the other man, fiddling with the dragon scale he plucked off the seat. he ignores cameron, even though he would usually greet her happily. he lets the conversation continue as he plays with his new toy, uninterested in the others.
fantine slows as soon as the first guest arrives. once the porygon-z slides over, she stops entirely. the froslass floats to her partner's side, taking a good look at each of the other scourge pokemon in turn.
privately, sophia thinks that zahir is the last person that she wants to hear 'not indiscreet' from. she's had enough years of friendship to know better.
the cathedral feels a lot smaller. still, she keeps her physical distance from the other agents.
"fantine checked. it's abandoned." her words are curt and to-the-point. "thanks for coming"
she finds it difficult to speak over the porygon-z. "sideris, please"
the noise grates. zahir clenches his teeth. his aversion--some might call it a hatred--to loud noises is not something he wants to advertise to his fellow agents, but he can feel a migraine rolling in slowly. if that porygon doesn't shut up he isn't going to be responsible for his actions.
Byte can't really help it. Briefly, Aaron wondered if it was possible to reprogram the Porygon-Z's sounds to make it bark. The creature acted more like a canine Pokémon anyways. Byte notices that the others don't appreciate his sounds though, so the Pokémon bows its head, practically whimpering, then making a mad dash to slip behind Aaron.
"He can't help it," Aaron adds, explicating instead of scrounging for excuses.
Both Agent and Scourge wait for Sophia to continue.
