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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Post by cold volume on May 12, 2013 16:01:23 GMT -5
He might as well be some gritty young mechanic - not a ranger - with all the dirt under is nails, thought a waitress refilling his cup of coffee. He'd been a regular for the past week, trudging in at 10 AM with a red speckled shroomish that made her inquire. He's just laughed, looked at her prim little name tag, repeated, and then lift up his shirt to show her a tattoo of a symbol she didn't recognize. "Gonna take down the system from the inside." And then, he proceeded to ask for more sugar and cream in his coffee because it tasted like shit.
She never got his name, the man didn't have a name tag after all, and ever since that morning she was always sure to dump a pile of creams with his drink to avoid another scene. "One big mouth." she said to herself as the place began to fill up for the morning.
Juno was not far from Proserpina City, but Amelie still delayed her journey a little while. Might have been because she saw Karp again, but truthfully it was something altogether different. Making out a smile to make her insides neaten out, her grip on her mother's letter tightened. On her way here, she had read it over and over again to the point of memorizing the contents already. Of course, she knew what it was about even before opening the envelope, after all, the botanist did made her daughter promise to never travel alone, fearful that her daughter's careless would cause unimaginable damage.
Still, where could she look for this... Johnny person? Her mother didn't actually include a lot of details - only that he lived in a probably run down apartment in Proserpina City and he was tall and looked intimidating. Apparently her own mother hadn't met this person either, but was able to trust her with him? It wasn't as if Amelie doubted her mother or anything, mama would never do anything that'd hurt Amelie and she knew that, but even the usually dense girl knew something was weird.
Mumbling his name over and over again, she walked past the outside of a cafe where a red headed boy conversed with a waitress.
Post by cold volume on May 13, 2013 14:51:20 GMT -5
Junk really didn't see the girl outside, pacing, wringing her hands together. He was splayed in the booth, making a disgusted face at his coffee. He shouted at the waitress, yelling at her, telling her she probably burned it and he wanted it fresh. She yelled back at him that it wasn't burned, it was perfectly good coffee, and maybe he should just be a man and drink it black. Junk yelled back at her that coffee wasn't supposed to taste like shit where he came from, laughing, pushing it away from him and crossing his arms. Maybe he should just go somewhere else for a cup.
The waitress left the restaurant first. She ripped off her apron an threw it on the ground, stomping at it. "I quit! I quit! I quit! I cannot do this anymore!" With on last angry look back through the glass door, she scoffed at the middle finger raised in her direction.
Pretty soon, a manager shoved Junk out the doors throwing his coffee on the ground. The ranger looked back inside with a pained look of dislike. "Mother fucker," he muttered quietly -for once. When he saw the chick nearby, his eyes leaned to the side. "Hey, are you lost or something?"
Amelie did not notice the commotion coming from inside the cafe, instead transfixed on nothing and everything. Prosperina City was so strange and different from Juno City, even though both were cities. An upset looking woman quickly bumped into Amelie and the dense girl paid no mind to it.
A little later, a really tall, red headed stranger appeared in front of her. Amelie didn't like insanely tall people like this guy, who forced her to look up in order to meet his gaze. He had a kind of impatient look about him.
"Or something? Probably not something else, no." She shaded her eyes from the sun with her hand. "You look really angry. Are you okay, mister?" Maybe it was a good thing that her riolu was sitting in his pokeball instead of in her arms - maybe the tall guy might scare the poor thing.
Post by cold volume on May 13, 2013 15:20:34 GMT -5
She shaded her eyes looking up at him, and the punk couldn't help but feel mocked even though she was just a little girl. She seemed familiar too, something in her voice he couln't name, but that wasn't enough to stop him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around while she spoke, "Don't worry about other people. World's a selfish bitch, and if your not lost, you can get lost." He shoved her to keep walking along the sidewalk and away from him. Then, he turned around and shoved his hands into his pockets, beginning to trudge in the vague direction he lived in. God he just wanted a goddamn decent cup of coffee.
That was precisely why Amelie didn't like incredibly tall people. They would use their tall height to hurt and bully others. He shoved her, and with her clumsiness and lack of balance, she almost fell flat on the pavement and that would have been very embarrassing. Instead of flaring up in anger, because mother taught her well and not to rise up to violence, she shouted in the direction where he was walking.
"THAT HURT, YOU BULLY! DON'T PICK ON THE WEAK!" She shouted, hands acting as a microphone in a poor attempt to amplify her voice. Sighing, she wiped away the tear in her eye.
Now what was she going to do? Her search was going nowhere fast and already some bad guy bullied her! Just as she thought her day couldn't go any worse, she noticed something else was very wrong.
Her mother's letter was no longer in her hands. In a blind panic, she searched the area around him, but no, nothing. Looking around, she spotted the distant figure of her tormentor, probably walking away smugly. What if... What if he took it? She would never put it past a bad guy to take people's treasured items!
With a huff and a puff, she ran in his direction, praying to heaven above that she could get her letter back and that she'd never have to encounter bullies like that ever again.
Post by cold volume on May 13, 2013 16:49:01 GMT -5
The punk didn't live very far away at all. He kicked open the door with his black boot, and threw off his ragged, second-hand army coat onto the mattress on the floor. The walls were covered in white walls were covered in chicken-scratches of black grafitti, naming his protests against the world. It was an abandoned house, and the door flopped behind him in the breeze like this was the prairie. Ugly grass grew on either side. The wires had been striped a long time back, and there were nasty holes in the wall. Junk trudged upstairs to take a shower because for some miraculous reason, the water still worked. That girl had been weird, cute, young, and even though it was familiar, the tone in her voice annoyed him.
He released the shroomish from where he stood before the bathroom door, glared at it, and then went inside to shower. He slammed the door behind him shut and locked it.
The Shroomish wandered downstairs, grumbling. It thought Junk was real mature. It clicked on a portable radio in the kitchen, and began to listen to recent news of the scourge.
It took significant inner debate in order for Amelie to even take a single step inside the run down establishment. She was sure that her bully went in here, and there was no other way she could think of which meant she could reclaim her treasure. Oh, how infuriating! Gritting her teeth, she took a step in, noticing the sound of a radio and a presence of a moving mushroom - a... shroomish - instead of the presence of a man, like she was expecting.
Staring at the floor as if it was some kind of magic to not draw attention to herself, because the guilt was already kicking in, Amelie managed to find her letter that way. A dirty footprint made it's mark and the letter was badly damaged, but at least the words were legible, she noted as her nimble hands opened it delicately. Without thinking, she took more steps inside the house, unconsciously walking closer towards the shoomish. Sitting herself down, she repeated his name over and over. Johnny. A red headed Johnny she used to play with in her childhood.
She yawned, not sure where the fatigue was coming from. Tired eyes blinked and she smiled at the shoomish, offering a hand to the creature. "I think I've seen... one of you before... you made me sneeze when I was a kid." Another yawn. Suddenly, this whole place seemed comfortable and warm.
"I know, you can play with riolu! But shhh, do be quiet... I shouldn't... be..." Curling up on the floor, she barely managed to release her darling riolu before she tripped into a soundless sleep, with her letter dropped beside her, open for all to see.
Post by cold volume on May 13, 2013 17:56:56 GMT -5
He scrubbed his head with the towel, padding down the stairs. Where was Heshur? He wanted to punch the Shroomish a good one in its head for going all the way to the kitchen. He could hear the muted noise from the radio. He tugged at his boxers and the towel fell around his shoulders.
When he saw the girl from outside the coffee shop sprawled on his mattress, using his coat as a pillow, he inwardly leaped. He thought it was weird, but he was a chill dude, so he came closer and looked down at the golidlocks. There was a scrap of paper on the on the floor, wrinkled up, and he snatched it up and looked at it as a mean businessman.
So... her old broad was sending her to her here - well, times must have gotten desperate. He didn't fucking know or care who'd thought him a proper guardian in Bacchus. Hell, it was weird they knew his real name. No one ever fucking called him Johnny. He'd rather not have her around. Such a kid. So annoying. I mean, look at that dress. Fuck him if he knew how to wash it. But what the heck. He liked company... even if this girl wasn't his crowd.
She'd found him all right, so there wasn't much else to do than nudge her in the shoulder with his foot, while pots and pans started to clank in the kitchen.
"Hey."
note: assuming it doesnt have her name on it, only johnny's.
At the nudge, Amelie stirred but didn't wake up. She'd been a heavy sleeper since young, so gentle means of coaxing her awake never had a high percentage of success. Instead, she began to mumble almost incoherently.
"Johnny," She hummed sweetly like a song, expression softened during her slumber. "Johnny. Johnny, don't leave... I wanted ice cream... ice cream..." She sighed softly as she relived a past moment in her life. "No... no that's wrong! Ame, Ame doesn't want to do that! No.." She groaned, turning over so she laid flat on her back. After that, she twisted her body a little to get into a comfy position and resumed normal breathing.
LAIKA OF GS!
cold volume talking in your sleep is probably not very attractive, ame dear
Post by cold volume on May 15, 2013 13:33:17 GMT -5
Man, who the hell was she, anyway? He pulled his foot away from her, cracking his toes like King Louie in thought. A struck look overcame his face. Lord, what would he do with her?
"Hey, you crazy fuck, get up!" he said louder, laughing mildly. It was Ame. God of all people from Bacchus, her. That little girl over-loved by her mother, sheltered, adorned with pretty hats and shoes like a doll. You could say - they slipped apart? Man. "Stop making me hungry god-dammit! Fucking ice cream. Why are you even here?"
At the load noise, Amelie jolted awake suddenly. She groaned at the harsh awakening, rubbing her eyes as she yawned again. "W-What... what is it..." She mumbled.
Then she looked up, now sitting up, and her soft lilac eyes met with Johnny's red ones. Cocking her head to the side, her finger tapped at the side of her lip. "Johnny? You're the Johnny I'm looking for?" It was at that moment everything seemed to click. "Johnny! Oh, I remember you now!" Clapping her hands, she then squeaked, only just noticing his lack of clothing.
Covering her eyes up with one hand, she shooed him away with the other. "Go, go go put something on!" Obviously she seemed to forget his question already, and his mention of ice-cream. "Ame is an innocent! Don't taint me!"
Post by cold volume on May 16, 2013 12:52:13 GMT -5
Man, he would pick her up by the scruff of her neck if all the froufrou didn't put him off.
"Yes you remember. Most excellent - but let's skip all that shit. I read the stupid note and if you're going to be here with me, you're going to have to deal with a real man." He lifted up his arm and smacked his armpits with emphasis. Wiry hair sprung from beneath like a feral red weed. "You are so pure and innocent?" he laughed. "Then why is your purity and innocense knockin' on my door after all these years, eh? Did your momma go crazy at last?"
Most of the people who knew Amelie would also know her stubbornness. Her hand still covered her eyes, and she refused to budge.
"Hey! Don't talk to my mum's note like that! Thanks to you, it got all muddy and dirty! It was nice and clean before! And no, mum's not crazy! I'm sure she had a reason to send me! Because she said that if I don't come to you I'm not allowed to travel and that is that!" Amelie sounded half her age when arguing with anyone, but in her head, she was always on the winning side. "Also, please don't use bad language!" She shook her head and her finger.
"So, are you telling me real men walk around nearly clothless? I call that immaturity!" She winced. What has she gotten into, really? "I appreciate you letting me in but please don't mock me! I have feelings, you know!"
Post by cold volume on May 17, 2013 16:17:48 GMT -5
He looked at Amelia's sharp and pouting face with vexation and itchy eyebrows. This little lamb had grown into a real piece of mutton, hadn't she? Junk leaned in a little, chuckling with a odd annoyance. "Boo fuuuuucking hoo," he said, drawing an imaginary tear down his cheek. "Maybe you shouldn't have left home in the first place, girly. If you can't handle me, you won't be able to handle the journey over the river and through the woods."
Of course he was going to mock her. He hadn't seen Amelie in a long time, and he was willing to bet that her childhood had taken a more sheltered direction. He compared her dainty curls and delicate pointed finger to his own crude sneers and half-hearted wardrobe. "Like I even plan to even go anywhere."
He leaned away from the conversation, crumbling up her mother's note and tossing it at her head. He wandered into the kitchen to find some sports drink to chug.