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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Post by cold volume on May 20, 2013 14:08:00 GMT -5
Man, where had she gone with heshur? The gothita walked like a butler infront of him, nonchalant to his whining curses about having to come all the way out here. Fucking bugs. Fucking thorns. Fucking rocks. He punch trees and broke off sticks. He whacked sticks against limbs. He hurled rocks blindly into bushes. It was like interrogating the landscape. The gothita shook her and glared at him. Why had she ever bothered to help such a jerk? He was a ranger, well, he was upset she reminded herself, so she merely turned around and carried on, leading the way.
Junk fumed behind, tripping on rocks and thwacking the ground with this freshest stick. "Amelie!! This isn't even funny anymore!!"
Amelie yawned, arms cuddling the shroomish to her chest, whilst her own partner pokemon decided to walk instead, taking in the view. It had been long since her run turned into a walk, and already, she was kind of feeling a little guilty. Petting the shroomish gently, Amelie whispered apologies, while wondering where to stop and have a short break. But right now, she didn't really want to face Johnny, who was probably out looking for them. Although her head told her she just had to return poor shroomish, her heart just wanted to release it into the forest.
But then, it'd probably find its way to its owner and then hate Amelie for a million thousand years.
After a while, Amelie stopped in her tracks, noticing her riolu had disappeared. Her eyes widened, but refused to give into panic. "Riolu! Riolu! Where did you run off to?"
A nearby bush moved. Thinking it was riolu, Amelie approached it, and as expected, found her partner pokemon but not as he should be.
"You're all sticky! Where did you get that... oh..." Picking up the jar Riolu was messing with, Amelie sighed.
Teddiursa were not the only Pokémon fond of the local Ceres Forest honey. In fact, this particular Paras and Spinarak had also developed a sweet tooth. The spider-like Pokémon clacked his mandibles, taking in the forest air. It was fresh with the smell of Pineco, but such a scent was not what it was after. The Pokémon's eyes frowned, for it possessed no mouth, and the Paras returned the creature's expression with her own, confused one. She tilted her head, raising a claw at the Spinarak, as if to inquire what was troubling him. The Spinarak shook his head, uttered a few words in his own language, before moving along the thick Ceres Forest grass.
The Spinarak could have sworn that he'd left a jar of honey by this particular oak tree. He'd wrapped it with his very own String Shot too to make sure that no passerby would be able to take it. The jar had vanished anyways, and he could not, for the life of him, figure out who or what could have taken it.
The Paras jabbed the Spinarak in the side. The spider-like Pokémon screeched angrily, but the Paras only gestured for him to follow. So the Spinarak crawled after the spider-crab Pokémon, eventually stumbling upon a Riolu and a Shroomish. Clutched in the Riolu's paws were --
The Spinarak suddenly burst into tears as the Paras stroked his back, quietly consoling him.
Post by cold volume on May 22, 2013 23:52:20 GMT -5
Junk was about to unzip his pants and take a leak when he heard when in the silence of his halt, he heart the sweet and idle prattle of Amelie in the distance. He was so fucking tired by now. His feat hurt in his old ass, beaten up boots. Irritated, he approached the scene of his shroomish eyeballing a sticky riolu. Two bugs were cautiously peering at the mess from the tall grass, and he gave them a fast, suspicious look. They weren't his priority right now. He grabbing scooped up Amelie, tossing small girl over his shoulder.
"Crazy dog. This is the wrong fucking place for a kid like you. We're going back to Proserpina - holy fuck, I can't believe you made me walk this far. Don't you know what's out here?" He grumbled, restraining her as best he could. He leered at his shroomish, and kicked the pot out of the riolu's hands. "Move it, for fuck's sake." The gothita sighed, touched her forehead, and shook her head.
He also realized the bug pokemon didn't look like they were leaving. There large eyes seemed fixed on the situation.
"What? What do you want?" he asked the paras and spinarak like they were a couple of young punks. Couldn't they see he was busy? Fuck.
Right after she offered the shroomish what she thought was free honey, she stopped, dropping the honey right on her feet. Her riolu looked up, confused but mostly sad that his partner took what he also thought was free honey from him, while all of a sudden she got swooped off her feet and carried off like a sack of potatoes. She couldn't even give the honey back to the pokemon! Her face grew pale. What did she just do?
It took her a little while to regain her senses, and when she did she pushed herself off him, almost falling off Johnny. Blushing out of embarrassment, she quickly turned to riolu and picked him up, regardless of his sticky state, and completely ignored the red headed brute. "You should apologise for taking their honey, riolu." She spoke slowly, and seriously, looking into his eyes. "Taking things that don't belong to you is a bad thing. You can't do that, do you understand? If you want some honey, I'll buy you some in the next town."
Her palm brushed off some honey from his fur. "Ugh, you've seriously got it all over you, haven't you?" Amelie smiled wearily, unsure how to deal with the two pokemon she saw in the grass just then.
The Paras glared at Junk. What did they want? The crab-spider Pokémon wanted the Spinarak to be happy. The Spinarak had been looking forward to enjoying the honey that he had collected all on his own in a glass jar. Therefore, the Paras wanted the Riolu to hand the honey back to him. Unfortunately, neither of the bug-type Pokémon had realized that there was no honey to be returned to them.
The Spinarak sniffled, chattering sadly as Junk began to interrogate him. <Our honey, our honey!> the Pokémon exclaimed. <We want our honey!>
<You want your honey,> the Paras said, quick to correct her companion. The Pokémon sighed and rolled her eyes, turning back to the pair of rangers. <You took our honey. Help us find our honey!> There was an extra emphasis placed upon the word "honey", for the Paras wanted both rangers to fully understand that they were going without a meal now. She glared at the Riolu. What a troublesome Pokémon. They wouldn't be in this sticky situation if the Pokémon had kept his little paws off of their food. The Paras disregarded the fact that the Spinarak should have guarded his food a little more carefully.
<Our honey, our honey!> the two Pokémon chimed together. <Help us, find us honey!>
Post by cold volume on May 25, 2013 1:32:23 GMT -5
He loomed up behind Miss Mary Moppet, but his Shroomish leapt to it, blocking his way to the girl. He scowled at the world. What he dumb bugs wanted was obvious, and that empty honey pot was going to cause a really annoying delay in getting back to Proserpina. Bugs were exactly as their name described: they bugged Junk.
"Real baby pokemon you got yourself, Amelie. Real baby. Are you going to teach it to suck from wild miltank utters next?"
He turned to the bugs. "All right. Where's the stinking honey in this dumb forest."
Johnny's cruel words not only made riolu whine sadly, but lit some kind of fuse within her. She was a pacifist at heart, but she hadn't been able to practice self control. With that, she went and kicked him in the shins as hard as she could - he was too tall for a slap - and her lips pressed together in a quiet anger.
"Say whatever you want about me, but you are not going to hurt riolu's feelings. How I treat my pokemon is my business." She turned to face the two bug pokemon again, closing her eyes and breathing steadily to calm herself down.
"We'll find more honey for you. And riolu will help, as an apology, won't you dear?" She smiled down at said pokemon, who nodded quickly.
"You too, piplup?" The water assist looked up from Amelie's feet, and nodded also.
"So... where do we go now?" Amelie seemed to have returned to her usual cheery tone yet that wasn't quite the case.
<The honey doesn't stink!> the little Spinarak insisted. It shot some silk at Junk with a greatly displeased expression. <The honey is good! Sweet honey! We wants it, we wants sweet honey!> Clearly, this sticky substance was an incredibly serious business for the spider Pokémon. The Paras was a little less adamant about finding more honey, but if this was what the Spinarak desired, then she was happy to go along with it.
Actually, the Paras had decided that she didn't like Junk much either. His Pokémon were fine and could stay. It was just him who needed to go. So she lowered her body to the ground in order to expose her back, then sent a puff of drowsy spores in the man's direction. That would teach him to upset the two of them and the nice lady who offered to help them find the honey.
The Spinarak walked in a complete circle, as if to find the path with honey. He scratched his chin with a single leg with an exasperated expression on his face. <We don't know, we don't know,> the creature chanted in reply. <Honey come from trees, yes, honey from trees... Trees? Honey in trees?>
Post by cold volume on May 28, 2013 5:50:28 GMT -5
"You don't know where the honey trees are. What if it wasn't even your honey in the first place." Junk glared at the over-obediant Riolu. "Don't promise to help them! You took it from them like they probably stole it from the bees."
He glared at the insect pokemon again. "Why don't you lay off and take a hike. You, of all pokemon, should know what the wild is and means. And taking advantage of an adorable and stupid girl isn't going to get you anywhere with me."
Amelie didn't look at Johnny, but instinctively sidestepped away from the Paras. "What if they got it without stealing? Or doing bad things? Don't be so negative." The seventeen year old still had faith, and that faith was strong. Mother said that although there were bad people, and bad pokemon, most are just labeled as bad and just need someone kind to give them a chance, and she was willing to do that.
Her words chocked and clogged together, as his words processed in her mind. Did he just call her adorable? Her face immediately turned into a soft hazy pink. But then... didn't he also call her stupid?
Either way, Amelie could be as stubborn as hell. Her mind was made up, and no one could change it. "I don't need your help if you don't want to help them, Johnny." She said as calmly as she could, trying hard to forget his compliment-insult.
Then, she stepped closer to the pokemon, kneeling down beside them. "Do you remember where the smell of honey was the strongest? Where you took the jar of honey from? Or maybe, where your home is? The honey tree might be close to your home."
The Spinarak sniffled as Junk's voice began to rise. The spider Pokémon blinked, as if holding back tears, before bawling with waterworks once again. The Paras patted the Pokémon's back soothingly, uttering gentle words to the little bug Pokémon.
The Paras answered Amelie, mostly because the Spinarak was in no condition to reply. <Home, home,> the spider-crab Pokémon repeated, giving the Spinarak a slight nudge. <Home, home!> The Paras scuttled about in a circle, as if to orient herself, all while the younger Spinarak looked on curiously. Then, the mushroom Pokémon began to crawl off to the north, followed by the sniffling Spinarak.
Both bug Pokémon were nomads, but they typically returned to a large tree within the center of Ceres Forest. They hadn't wandered off too far, so it wasn't much of a walk. The tree was grand, and hanging from its thick branches were other bug Pokémon, all dangling from thin strands of sticky silk. Buzzing of Combee and chattering Sewaddle permeated the air.The Paris made a U-turn in order to face the two rangers, raised her claws into the air, then shook them vigorously. <Home!> she shouted.
Post by cold volume on Jun 27, 2013 12:04:12 GMT -5
So it turned out that not very far away, there was an enormous tree devoured by insects. Junk cringed at the sight when he realized it wasn't far in the distance through the forest bramble.
"Give back the shroomish already - you're not seriously going to follow those pests are you?" He sneered at Amelie.
