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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GRAND OPENING !
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Post by cold volume on May 5, 2013 15:22:52 GMT -5
WHERE OCEANS BLEED INTO THE SKY @mod
Kyle Marlon tread with slow admiration to the portal of the Breeders' Guild. His journeyman's boots clicked as they rose up the impressive stone steps, and his deerling-skin gloves awkwardly would feel his empty Pokeball belt. The man's eyes were downcast. He couldn't look the butler's greeting with the same regal stiffness. His silvery blue hair dripped like melancholy rain over his face, his mouth an unimpressed line.
As he was led with wordless poise by the man-servant to wherever Mercedes was busying herself, his eyes would tip up, looking over the ancient portraits of famed breeders. He took each one in, memorizing the cut of their face-shape and the tilt of their chins. Finally the butler bowed and left him beside and open doorway. He remained in silence before it, fixed his coat with slow care. His fingers checked his buttons with a soft pressure, finally bothering to realize himself and look around too at the outer hallway. When he entered, it was with a strong step.
"I apologize if I am intruding," he said with an hopeful note. His eyes roved around the charming interior.
Lady Mercedes raised a brow. Upon Kyle's first step into her office, she had already begun to judge him. Then again, such was the woman's method of deciding whether an Eos breeder was worthy of her own Pokémon. It led to occasional spats between herself and Eos, but for the most part, is Eos deemed a breeder worthy, they usually were. It didn't mean that Lady Mercedes couldn't stop her enjoyment of glaring down prospective breeders.
"You are intruding," Lady Mercedes retorted. "I was in the middle of filing a report for Eos, making me work like a dog." Her words were scathing and her tone harsh, but she truly meant no harm. Kyle had the unfortunate luck of walking in on the Eos breeder while she was having a bad day.
Still, the woman did not apologize for her behavior. "Oh, you are here for a Pokémon. Of course. No need to speak." She shuffled through the papers on her desk. "I already know your name. Kyle Marion, what business do you even have with the Scourge?"
A little smile tickled Kay's lips as the the famed breeder rambled. He continued to step closer in a slow, thoughtful procession, admiring how she had set up the place. The spice in her voice reminded him of his mother's quick words, and thus, the pretentiousness slid off his back like water off a ducks back. He had long ago grown accustomed and he could tell, deep down, she was tired. She looked tired. She looked old, too. She mentioned his name then, quickly sliding over the syllables. Had someone told her how to pronounce it before hand?
"Lady Mercedes, it is an honor to meet you at last. I regret the inconvenience." He halted and stood politely before her, offering a small bow from his waist with his hands clasped behind his back.
"What business have I..." he repeated in a mutter to himself, straightening. He remained silent again, looking down, then back up her. "Must we speak of such things today?"
Of course she knew Kyle Marion's name. Lady Mercedes was very proud of her position, and she took it quite seriously. The woman was also convinced that she, and only she, was the best candidate for the task. She blinked, surprised by how well Kyle was taking her grumpy attitude. He was right; she had been rather stressed lately. Eos had sent her breeder after breeder lately, and not one of them knew what an egg move was. By the fifth breeder that entered her office, she'd chased the prospective breeders out of her sight.
"I suppose they are not all bad," she mused, mostly to herself. The woman's expression softened slightly as Kyle's eyes dropped to the floor, then back to her. She must have touched a nerve, and Lady Mercedes was sincerely apologetic for that lapsus linguae. She leaned forward over her desk, handing the paperwork on her desk back to Kyle. "No, no, there is no need for such words," she replied. "... I apologize."
"It is all right, my Lady. It is just too beautiful in Juno this afternoon for such words."
Kyle turned to look out the window. The sun that spilled over the carpet and the comfortable spring heat made it easy to forget what he had escaped from. Kyle noticed she prepared a handful of bureaucratic papers, a stately uniformity evident in the print. He could only expect as much ceremony from Mercedes.
He took a step closer and received the parchments she handed him, and removing the inkwell on her desk, he took a seat on the chair across. Then, he laid the materials on a side table while he skimmed the elegant words. Everything was written in his grandfather's tone, dusty prose and anachronistic subjects, which gave this event a mark of importance. He sat there and read all the leafs for about half an hour, devouring the words that would allow him to return to his family's trade. When he reached the end, he picked up the pen and pulled his name out of the air with the quick and sure movements of his wrists. He would begin again. He knew this.
The man then returned the documents as if they were a peace treaty - carefully lying them before her. "Is there anything else that is required of me?" he asked. He could not say he was eager to be off.
"Excellent," Lady Mercedes mused as she took the official documents back. "No, that will be all." She pushed her ornate chair back from her desk and rose to her feet. "That will be all," she said again, then gestured for Kyle to follow her. She opened a door to the back of her office, disappearing through it. This was the only entrance into the chamber that stored the rest of Lady Mercedes' Pokémon bred for other breeders.
The woman entered a passcode into the touch-screen computer, and a red light appeared to scan her retinas. Only then did the computer whirr to life, and a mechanical female voice chimed, "Welcome, Lady Mercedes. How may I be of service today?"
"Bring me ten Pokémon for this prospective breeder," she said.
"Certainly."
It wasn't long before a series of ten Pokémon appeared, all vaccinated in their holographic display. Lady Mercedes uncrossed her arms, gesturing to the ten presented creatures. "Two of them are for your taking," she said. "I trust you will treat them well. They are a gift to you, from me."
The man trailed after Lady Mercedes, fascinated by the security system. It seemed so out of place for such a traditional estate. Soon, a little parade of holograms presented themselves before him, and his hand reached out to mingling in the light of the Lapras. His eyes flicked up to the woman's, and a bright smile grew as if he were a kid in a candy store.
His eyes twisted around as the Pokemon jostled around. The trapinch nipped at his finger, and the Blitzle pranced in circles. The snubbull offered an uncertain growl. But it did not take long for the Chansey to lure his attention. Its cheeks puffed up in the demanding tantrum of a diva. She waved her arms furiously, and he scooped up the image in his hand, into which, she seemed to collapse.
"The Lapras, and this Chansey, I would most appreciate my Lady," he said with gratitude. A grin splattered his face, and he ran his hand through his hair, overwhelmed by her generosity.
"Yes, of course," Lady Mercedes stated. "An excellent choice."
The holograms suddenly disappeared altogether. The computer system whirred to life once more, a tray sliding out from its mouth. The machine spat out a pair of Pokéballs, which Lady Mercedes promptly scooped into her hands. She rolled each of them in her palm, finally handing both of them over to Kyle with a serious expression. "The Lapras and the Chansey for you," she stated. "Be careful with them. After all, they were bred from my own Pokémon." Perhaps Lady Mercedes had a motherly streak after all.
She studied Kyle's face carefully, as if she may never see him again. It was not all out of the ordinary though. Some breeders, she really never saw again.
"Well, be careful out there, and drop by if you are ever in the area," Lady Mercedes said to the man. "Though don't expect me to drop absolutely everything simply to tend to you."
:slapras: LVL50 level-up moves + avalanche 1 stat boost of choice
:schansey: LVL50 level-up moves + endure 1 stat boost of choice
Kyle took the ruby and pearl balls in his hands like they were jeawbreakers from an old lady's purse - looking at them and wondering how old they were. Their paint was faded, and their shells mildly scratched. He gathered the balls - his first all over again - and attached them methodically to his trainer's belt. His tunic fell comfortably over the orbs.Then, he reached into the folds of his coat and removed an old green ribbon. It had belongs to his father, and she perhaps might recognize the generation. He laid it on top of the paperwork.
"When this is all over, I'll return them to you. Thank you, my Lady."
He gave Mercedes an easy bow, and stepped away with a more genuine lightness.
