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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J kept his word, and returned to the casino the next day. he figured that there was nothing to lose; nerio was on the verge of renewal, and hopefully irene would see the sense in everything, and return to bacchus. of course, J hadn't much hope for that, but the casino was a good waste of time, anyway.
he quickly located irene, and after glancing at her, wondered whether she had squandered all the chips he had gave her.
Today, Irene hadn't touched the poker table. In fact, she hadn't touched the cards all evening either. Instead, she only sat by the table, hands folded in her lap. There was a glass of wine in front of her, half-drained. Tonight, it was white wine. She was in the mood for something sweet.
The woman glanced up at the sound of J's word. Part of her hadn't expected the man to return. She was rather embarrassed about her behavior last night, but the alcohol in her system blocked out the inhibiters in her mind that would have caused her to turn even redder at the sight of J. Instead, she managed to say, cooly, "Oh, you did come."
She pats the empty chair at her side, motions a little sluggish.
J sank into the chair, glancing at irene before gesturing to the casino assistant to pour him a glass of wine as well. the white wine trickled into the wineglass; J glanced at irene, and nodded.
"I didn't think you would," the woman admits honestly. "I don't think a lot of things will happen though." Her words are slurred from the drinks she's had tonight. Irene has already lost count of how many she's downed. She no longer sips at her glass, but instead, gulps at the liquid.
She's actually entertained the idea of going back after, what, meeting a stranger for the first time?
"I didn't think you'd come..." she muses again, mumbles. "Didn't think you'd come..."
"It's okay you did though."
She doesn't make too much sense, though there is more that Irene understands at the moment if J listened closely.
surprisingly, it took little effort for J to understand the slurred speech. to him, it was no different from a sobbing person trying to talk -- in fact, it might even be better. less sobbing and gulping.
Irene nods a bit. "... Yes, yes, people were here," she drawls. "People, lots of people. People want to play games, did you know?" Well, of course they did. Why else would they have been at the Casino Aurora? "I don't want to play games tonight. Maybe tomorrow." She takes another sip of the white wine, setting it down a little clumsily. She nearly spills the entire glass all over herself.
"You, why? You came back?" She did not understand why J had come to see the disgusting mess that she'd digressed into.
"Do we have so much time?" Irene's voice is skeptical. Then again, she has heard that Bacchus Town is still standing. Abandoned, isolated, razed, and ravaged, but still standing. It's all very strange. She's entertaining returning to the operatic gym again. She nearly misses the evening performances held upon its stage.
"Where do you get time?"
Irene lifts her glass to her lips, then gestures for a server to bring her more wine. She takes another large gulp, spilling a bit of it on her dress.
"with money. if i have the money, i can buy time."
if one had money, one bought daycare, and with it, levels. with levels, one had stronger pokémon, and spent less time defeating one scourge creature. and the list goes on, and on.
"Do they sell money?" Irene asks. She can't ever remember seeing time in a storefront. "You buy time?" She wondered, briefly, if she could buy time too.
Irene glanced at the gambling tables. "I don't feel like playing cards tonight," she says with a slight sigh. "I will lose tonight." She seems to claim that she's not feeling her usual gambling vigor, not that she really had any to begin with.
J glanced at irene, and raised his wineglass. whether or not irene wanted to, he tipped his slightly to make contact with hers, before leaning back to nurse it.
Irene raised her wineglass to J's, a bit of the clear alcohol in its contents tipping over the rim. "Cheers?" the woman asks, clinking the glass goblet against the man's.
She takes a sip from her white wine. "How do we start, then? What about the houses? The houses are dusty... dusty houses, I think."
vertigo I don't actually know how long it takes to get Irene back.
