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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after a few trips to the casino, J had quickly recognized who irene was. she often gambled at a few tables, and it was easy to see why she chose the one with the highest stakes.
the more you gambled, the more your returns would be, it seemed, but irene had only been losing and getting drunk all the time. at least, that was what he'd heard. J dropped into the seat next to the displaced gym leader, mentally counted the chips he had in hand, before placing his bet.
poker, he cursed to himself, why did irene always play poker.
Poker seemed to be the only game that Irene played. She had a appetite for a challenge, one that, if it was not satisfied in the gym, then satiated itself in Aurora Casino. Her delicate fingers skimmed over the cards in her hands as she nodded, mostly to herself, at what she had drawn.
At face-value it appeared that Irene had been winning just plenty, when in reality, this was the fifth round that she'd blown all her chips on. Still, she could keep this up all day long.
"Well, I do hope that your hand is better than my own," she says to the man across from her with a charismatic smile.
1 - 10 high card 11 - 30 one pair 31 - 40 two pair 41 - 50 three of a kind 51 - 60 straight 61 - 70 flush 71 - 80 full house 81 - 95 four of a kind 96 - 99 straight flush 100 royal flush
"maybe," J said, glancing at his cards. irene's luck fluctuated. it was either good, or bad -- usually the latter. she got drunk after she lost, rinse and repeat. the gym leader never intended on returning to bacchus, probably. "who knows." his gaze shifted to irene.
why dont i fucking roll this shit for status effects
Irene laughs to herself, glad for some company. She was a popular opponent at the poker table, even if there were incredibly high stakes. The woman also knew that the reason why she was popular was both because she was notorious for having terrible luck at times, but also because they often hoped for an evening out with the lady. Irene sighed a bit as she set her cards upon the table. "Full house, dear. Not good, but not bad either, I believe." There's a playful glint in her eye. "Well, have I won this round?"
J folded his cards, and tossed his chips over to irene. "another round?" he asked, placing his bet. the table was vacant except for the two of them; a gym leader spending public funds, and a man who inherited a great amount of money.
(zulf i rolled the lowest hand possible how is that good)
four-of-a-kind. wasn't a complete loss after all, unless irene got a straight or royal flush. considering the person modding this thread, it wasn't impossible to get a royal flush.
"Heh." The woman takes J's chips gladly like a dragon accumulating gold. "Another round, then." She took her own cards, didn't need a dealer. Forget the rules, as she would often say. Toss them to the wind. Leave your own luck to do the talking without getting it mixed with the third party.
High card? Well, okay then. Turns out Irene's luck isn't in tonight after all, nor is the person modding her.
(I meant they'd be great during battles orz screw you)
vertigo resisted the urge to laugh at irene, but J does nothing except collect the chips he had just lost to her. funny how irene didn't seem a sore loser, but it was probably too early into the night to tell. he glanced at the gym leader, nodded once.
the game would go on.
one pair. it was, at least, better than a high card, J thought.
It appeared that, tonight, Irene's luck was either great or flat-out sucked. She drew new cards anyways, eying them silently. This man was an interesting enough opponent. His luck seemed to be capable of being as awful as her own. She makes herself chuckle a bit at this thought. One more round then.
It's a single pair. Could be worse. "I have two nines," she says, setting her single pair of cards upon the table. "Last one. Let's make this a good round, shall we?"
J had one pair in his hand, too, but it couldn't match irene's two nines. he glanced at the two threes he held, and replaced it back on the deck. "alright," J said.
the dealer shuffled the cards with precision and speed. J picked up his hand of cards.
Last round then. Irene really did want to make it count. Her luck wasn't great, but at least she'd won a couple of games. That had to count for something. She slid her hand over to the dealer, then looked at the hand that she was given. It couldn't have been as bad as her third hand, or at least, so she hoped.
Straight hand, not bad at all. Irene sets her hand upon the table with an eager smile on her face. "How is your hand?" she asks.
those would all have been really nice rolls within battle
it had been another one pair, nothing impressive. it was better than two threes, though, but clearly not as good as irene's hand. J tossed irene's winnings across the table, watched the chips as they rolled to a halt near her own (smaller) pile of chips.
"not as good as yours," he said. alas, luck came and went.
"Oh, it was entertaining though," the woman laughed. It was difficult to tell whether it was genuine or not, just as it was difficult to discern whether the woman was sober or not. She lifted a yellow poker chip and turned it over idly. "... yes, not as good as my own, I suppose." There was a frown on the woman's face now. Luck? What luck? With Bacchus Town in ruins, she would have thought quite the opposite.
"That won't be necessary," the woman begins, but she takes the goblet and holds it out for the assistant to fill it with wine. The poker table doubles as a regular, drinking one. She takes a sip of the red wine, and the liquid slides easily down her throat. She appears to be unfazed by the alcohol, perhaps, already accustomed to imbibing copious amounts of it. "You're very kind," she adds. "Kindness is something we should all have nowadays, though I don't think that it's something many can spare, no?"
