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
GRAND OPENING !
Welcome to KOHAKU REGION's grand opening! If you're interested in joining, come check out our grand opening giveaway!
"it would be nice of you" she shrugs. "poor guy might appreciate it. by the way, the new shipment of carrots is fresh"
alia is surprisingly calm, preferring to scan the horsea next. maybe they could be related after all. a can of fruit falls out of her arms and lands with a clatter. "aw, shit"
she sighs quietly, stopping the can with her foot, then leaves alia to her own devices for a while -- it's about time she's paid for her things. zara ignores the half-dirty and half-terrified look on the clerk's face, and heads outside. she doesn't check to see if alia follows (because, really, she doesn't care), but she does whistle at her pokemon.
there is a brief scuffle -- the ponyta rears and the snivy nearly falls off, which he appreciates not at all -- and then the pokemon begin to obediently scramble outside.
alia is busy scanning the scraggy, but she looks up when zara's footsteps become more distant.
"wait!" hurriedly, alia sets all of her groceries down on the floor. she pulls out a pen and a scrap of paper (an old reciept with foods that are even more artificial than what zara saw her with today). alia scribbles her c-gear number, crumples the paper, runs towards zara, and throws it at her head. alia had been a star pitcher in her younger years. she is confident that the ball wasn't about to fall short. "call me if you need anything!"
it's an impulsive action. alia is a servant to her whims.
zara does not stop for alia -- she really has nothing else to say to the woman, and she certainly has no intention of ever 'calling.' she hears alia's rapid footsteps (oh, she's running now?) -- and then the paper lightly hits the back of her head, and zara freezes.
the woman turns, her expression blank. "no."
she hefts a can from her bag and launches it at her sister's face with all the force she can muster. zara does not say a word.