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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the last thing isaac remembered was him dozing off in a corner of the nerio pokémon center. no, wait. he remembered sonata waddling up, blanket in hand and draping it over him to keep him warm. yes, that was definitely the last thing he recalled before waking up in a strange environment.
clavier wasn't by his side, which made the ranger a tad nervous. he figured that this was the dream world that mordecai had spoken about. his brother had obtained and brought back a pokémon from this strange place.
isaac's footsteps were loud against the glass floor as he rounded a corner of the station. he spotted sonata before him, and waved to the chansey. "sonata," the ranger called out, relieved. the pink pokémon decidedly ignored him, though. it continued to sit where it was until isaac approached it.
"you have no idea how glad i am to see you." i thought i was all alone.
Post by cold volume on Apr 30, 2013 20:25:48 GMT -5
The chansey's giggle, and the crunch of a man's boots were only a small perturbance in the infinite miasma of waves that disturbed the enormous and maze-like moonlight station. It was an isolating world, distant - hidden in the deepest chambers of the subconscious. He liked it here, this heavy, throbbing, silence that swayed in the sea of stars. He didn't like it inside the station. The metacross slept like a cat, away from the vibrant life of those teasing ogre electabuzzs and stupidly exploding voltorbs.
Red eyes opened, and a streamline of metallic thoughts leaped with the noise of footsteps and a giggle. The soft metal of his crest wiggled like a mouse's whiskers. Curious. What had broken the silence of the station? (The noise of the tom-foolery of the electric types, out here, was but the hum of a refrigerator.)
His legs thumped on the metal of the ship, above him, the infinite black sky. He tread in a slow spider walk on the outer wall of the vessel until he came to the viewing port. He looked inside, or really, he probed, and found a soft feminine psyche, and another he could not quite put his finger on. It appeared to him like a soft, blue orb that danced around his touch.
He wished to come inside now and meet this strange aura, and so, the wreckless robot stamped his foot on the glass, creating a terrible crack in the window.
the chansey wriggled slightly as it smiled at the human. well, at least you found me, it said, sighing in content. well, let's see where this dream takes us.
"dream? right," isaac nodded, "lead the way, sonata." the chansey toddled on, and the boy followed suit. the sudden crack in the glass surprised the ranger though, and he quickly stepped back and grabbed his styler. he was ready to draw a sign to protect himself, but he saw sonata standing and ogling the robotic creature, unafraid of what was going on.
"... sonata?" the ranger said gingerly, but the chansey was brave.
it stepped up towards the metagross and greeted it brightly. hello there, station master!
Post by cold volume on Apr 30, 2013 23:34:32 GMT -5
:metagross:
A pleasant chirp interrupted his foot, a sincere positivity saluting his office. Station master? Hrm One of the legs of his facial mask twitched. Pleasure, he harumphed, do, step back, dear.
With another blow, he shattered the glass and it disintegrated into a million, tiny, sparkly pieces that floated where the window once was. With a calm pressure, he assured the fellow he could breath in his dream, and with a magnetic force, he pulled himself using electomagneticism with a great clunk onto the floor.
His chuckle was filled with metal as he beheld the ranger. Now, pardon me if you will, but who are you?
sonata gasped as the metagross shattered the glass window and made his entrance. the chansey brought its hands together and clapped. what a marvelous show of strength and power, it thought. that was an amazing display of your abilities, station master, said the pokémon, beaming.
"... i'm isaac, and this chansey is sonata," said the boy as he nodded at the chansey. his partner pokémon gave a little wave at the mention of its name. "are you really the station master of this place?" he asked, glancing from sonata to the metagross.
Post by cold volume on May 1, 2013 22:25:18 GMT -5
There there, he told the Chansey, not wishing to be flattered. The sass of the electric pokemon had ruined compliments for him a long time ago.
How odd, how suddenly the metagross muttered with a metallic voice into the man's head. It spoke like the pouring of polished steel balls. Red eyes shifted from the scruffy ranger to the pink ball of admiration as a gentleman might inspect two unexpected guests. Then, an incomprehensible gibberish of encoded words replaced his voice for a moment as the metagross kept his thoughts to himself. Finally, he continued.
No, I am not, though sometimes, I might be. It is all an inside joke, I suspect. The aimless Moonlight Station floated in the black sky, lost and forgotten into an incomprehensible eternity. Perhaps the real master had refused to sink with his ship.
"an inside joke? by the electric pokémon about?" isaac asked. they did seem rather mischievous at times. they were indeed pranksters by nature; the boy remembered tiffany's rotom, but it might have been mo's ghost-subtype speaking more than it ought to. "but a station master sounds really cool."
Post by cold volume on May 2, 2013 15:38:35 GMT -5
A station master hummed the metagross, is master of what? This space station was a anarchist's pile of junk, a lost remnant designed for humans and lacking their presence. Such a mysterious relic to occupy, with the cabin fever of the pokemon energy supply had been released to roam the wilds of corriders.
But yes, I suppose it does sound cool. Perhaps it is about time I took myself more seriously. Enough, though. The behemoth plodded closer to the ranger, then passed him as if walking with a new purpose. You are here for a reason, no?
"the station?" isaac said, frowning. at least he attempted to provide the metagross with an answer. it might have been a lame one, but he tried, and that's what mattered. he glanced around the vacant station, wondering where the other pokémon were. perhaps the metagross commanded a bit more authority than he imagined it to have.
"no, not really," said the ranger truthfully. he wasn't here for a particular reason; rather, his reason had been to fall asleep, and to wake up in the dream world had been disorienting. "originally, i wanted to search for sonata, but now i've found her, and i guess everything's cool."
he glanced at the chansey, who seemed content to ignore the ranger in favor of the metagross.
well, he might not be, but i am! the chansey brought its hands together as it smiled at the station master. it'd be interesting to take a look around this place. i've been here many times, but this is the first time i've seen you, station master.
isaac was left to wonder just how much he had been missing out on.
Post by cold volume on May 4, 2013 10:21:28 GMT -5
:metagross:
The station, the station. Where was that demon Electabuzz off to and terrorizing now? A shadow of suspicion and paranoia cast briefly over the Metagross, hardening his face. The psychic pulses that powered his steel limbs were on edge as he looked again at chansey and her egg.
Another cloud of static hid the metagross's thoughts while he spoke to himself. Then, he shut his eyes as if a migraine had seized him. Perhaps you can straighten them out. Follow me...
what's wrong? sonata chirped, tilting its head as it looked at the station master. is it something bad? there was a whole lot of static just now! the chansey said, as both isaac and it toddled after the hulking limbs of metal.
Post by cold volume on May 10, 2013 13:13:05 GMT -5
:metagross:
Metagross had his secrets, his mysteries, his unknown chasms, well, really, he wasn't thinking the most pleasant thoughts to be judged by. Nothing be rattled over, he said with a dash of irony in a robo vibrational frequency.
With great strides, he continued into a chaotic room that opened after he signaled two steel doors. It overflowed with minum and plusle, the little beasts scampering around, giggling with a naughty splendor. The Metagross released a mild noise to get their attention, but they all just covered their ears and gave him sour looks. One waddled over and threw a bolt at his frame.
I cannot make them stop all this. The Metagross said to the ranger.
to isaac, it looked like kindergarten. to sonata, it looked like the baby pokémon were having a field day. the bolt ricocheted off the metagross's steel frame, and the ranger nodded. he understood.
it looked chaotic alright. "yeah," agreed the boy; he wouldn't want to be involved in a situation like this, either. "do you want them asleep or something, sir?"
sonata sighed happily and waddled over to the pokémon. it used aromatherapy, which was relaxing and all, but probably did jack.
Post by cold volume on May 28, 2013 14:51:15 GMT -5
:metagross:
"Anything will do, actually," the Metgross iterated in its Darth Vadar voice. This was the insanity he always escaped from when he sat outside the ship, like a cat might on the highest bookshelf. This ranger was a simply wonderful appendage - an excellent tool. If he were Spock, this ranger would surely make the most suitable Kirk.
The hyper electric pokemon were starting to become woozy. Most began to sit down where they stood, yawn, and blink dazily. However, three in particular had special drink from a vending machine packed with disgusting amounts of caffeine and sugar. Their tongues were stained blue, green, and purple from the beverage. This pichu, plusle, and minum, were the ringleaders of their peers. They had too much energy in their system for their own good, and the aromatherapy seemed to have no affect. "Those three, they the real challenge. All of these pokemon might fall asleep, and eventually awaken, but so long as those two behave like delinquents, everyone will resume."
The three pokemon stuck out their colorful tongues at Isaac and the Metagross. Then, they scurried off to defend a pile of crates stacked into what looked like a fortress.
