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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alia isn't so fortunate as to have cut. thus, she can only salivate longingly at the berry trees beyond the shrubs. already, she misses zara's berry pies. her snover looks at her helplessly, but he knows that he can't do anything with these small shrub-hands of his.
she wonders if her tynamo can simply hover over the trees. too bad he doesn't have hands.
plant party, man. music and dances were everywhere. bellossom held hands and twirled around a group of shroomish, who were dancing to their own beats as well. whatever the case, it was a plant party.
a bellossom waltzed up to alia and her tynamo, offering them both a leaf-cup of morning dew.
a plant party is actually really weird when you think about it, but alia has seen plenty of weird shit as a junior researcher. she'll live.
"thanks, guys"
she's not exactly sure how the dew is going to taste, but alia feels plenty brave after facing decima's bitter powder. alia and camus accept the dew appreciatively. not bad, actually. alia shares a bit of it with the snover, who seems to take more enjoyment out of it. huh. must be a plant pokemon thing. she pulls out her pad and makes a note of it.
wait, she's got a pokedex too.
alia points it at the bellossom first, having muted the pokedex a long time ago - ever since the snover hit her in the leg in fright at the electronic sound, actually.
the bellossom twirled about, going back to join in the dance. another one of them came up to the researcher, tugging lightly on her clothing and invited her to join the dance.
it's gunna be fun! it said, in their own plant-language.
unfortunately, alia was never much of a dancer. too many years of beating up the boys who pissed her off left her with too few dance partners. that was before maddi was around to knock her temper down a few levels, of course.
"sorry, i might trip over something if i tried"
she does take a few seconds to sketch their dance. the pictures aren't particularly good, but they serve their purpose. patterns. forms. there's a lot that can be gleaned from them.
"we can be wallflowers together, yeah?" she sits next to the shroomish, pointing her pokedex at it.
"shroo," it said, which sounded suspiciously like 'shure'. the mushroom pokémon waddled closer to the researcher and tried to peer into the pokédex's screen.
"hm?" alia tilts the pokedex at an angle for the shroomish to read. "oh, this is just a pokedex. for research. kind of complicated stuff, actually. took me a couple of hours to get it" or master all of its functions without the lost instructions booklet, actually.
the shroomish hummed, trying to read the things on the screen. it seemed rather lost and confused with all the data running about it. it groaned, head spinning from all the words, and toppled onto the ground.
to be honest, alia did have a soft spot for cute pokemon, and the shroomish was definately the cutest thing that she had seen all day. "woah there, little fella"
she rights the shroomish on its feet after tucking her pokedex away.
"shroo," it mumbled sheepishly after the researcher helped it. it couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed a moment ago, but it was fine now. the shroomish hopped around excitedly.
the spores that were being naturally released from the shroomish's body really wasn't helping alia's concentration any.
"h-hey-" she doesn't get to finish the sentence as she falls back into a bed of leaves. the snover and tynamo look on in concern. camus attempts to prod her, but she sleeps like the dead. soon, the tynamo joins her, lulled by the warm sunlight.
the snover has learned to keep his distance, at least.
