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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Over the mountains and through the woods finally yielded a quiet Cura Village. Mordecai wasn't too sure where J had gone, for they had parted for their separate ways a few days ago. J was a very capable trainer; he would be just fine. On the other hand, Mordecai was unsure whether he desired to progress past Cura Village. It was... nice here, homey, even. He liked it. The rumors had been true, the tales that the area was free of Scourge.
A small tendril of smoke rose idly from the tip of Mordecai's pipe. He paused outside the fighting dojo, wondering if any of the students would be sent off to fight. The frontline, surely, grew nearer to the little village as days passed it by.
Though truth be told, Mordecai was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he nearly missed the flicker of purple from the corner of his good eye.
She tightened the belt around her gi, testing the waters. It hadn't been very long since she had started up at the dojo -- only a few days, really -- and she still had a bit of trouble remembering all the proper stances and protocols and why were they forbidden to drink? (But this was for the sake of getting stronger, so maybe it would be worth it.)
Delilah adopted her own peculiar stance, one that made her useless left hand less of a liability, and began her breathing exercises. Cura was calm. Cura was peaceful. Cura was quiet --
Or ... not.
The woman turned toward the all-too-familiar voice, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious?" she snorted. "There's a gym here, there's a dojo here -- I'm training." Delilah folded her arms across her chest. "What about you?" There wasn't much for a breeder to do in Cura, was there?
It was nice to see that Delilah never changed, Mordecai supposed. Being a little more polite and courteous wouldn't hurt, but such was not the Delilah Way. In fact, it would have probably made him feel pretty uncomfortable if she was kind to him on a daily basis. That would be weird (scratch that, it would be really weird).
The dojo was the last place he would have expected her to come though. In fact, Delilah had never enjoyed following rules. Dojos were known for being particularly strict, though Mordecai had no idea what it was like in Master Zhan's. He knew for a fact that it had a reputation for churning out formidable trainers, and even the region's very own champion was the blood and flesh of the dojo's master. If it was to get stronger, then it made sense for Delilah to come here. She was stubborn; she'd make it through whatever intense training that Zhan threw at her.
"Actually, I -- " There was no easy way to explain it, he figured. "I heard it was quieter out here, and I know that we still have Home," he began (they were going to reclaim Bacchus). "There is Nerio City as well, but I thought that we could use somewhere like Cura Village to live in too." Of course, Isaac was also sorted into the assumed "we". Even if the youngest Delacroix had walked away from both of them, Mordecai still believed that blood was a tie that could not be severed so easily.
Aside from that, he supposed that he had no real motivation to progress past Cura.
Delilah rolled her eyes. Of course -- he was playing the mother again. There was a stab of pain as she thought about their youngest brother, but she pushed it away. As long as the scourge still existed, there was no time for things like that. Really, though -- "That's it? That's the only reason you're here?" The woman rolled her eyes. "You know, you're a pretty good trainer." She raised an eyebrow. "You could train here, then go back and keep fighting."
She knew Mordecai didn't have the disposition to really be a battler, but -- well, Eos needed all the help it could get. (Even if it was from her spineless, peace-loving older brother.)
The woman sighed. "But I guess you don't have to." She raised an eyebrow. "What're you planning to do now that you've reached Cura?"
"That's it"? There were many factors to take into consideration. All moving companies were generally a no-go when it came to having to pass through Lake Pax. That was a suicide mission for any inexperienced Pokémon user. Mordecai would have to find an unoccupied space at a reasonable price as well, so that would take time to hunt down, and then there was convincing Isaac to come along. That would probably be the most difficult part. It wasn't fair that the youngest Delacroix had to keep moving about, but it was safer here.
"Yes, that's it," he responded with a slight shrug. He wasn't sure why he had pushed on to Cura Village aside for that reason. Quite frankly, he'd kept going because it felt like the logical thing to do. What else was there to do other than to keep moving forward? He'd already learned that looking back was never a good idea.
Mordecai had never thought of himself as a trainer. He had never particularly enjoyed sending Pokémon to struggle tooth and nail against others. He'd always fought out of necessity, and this Delacroix had always preferred to turn the other cheek anyways. Sometimes, such an action could make a much bolder statement than a fist to the face. Other times, fists to the face were necessary (which meant those were arguments that Delilah won). The Pokémon breeder raised a brow as Delilah sighed, slightly surprised by how her Scourge vendetta seemed to have settled a bit.
He paused for a moment to think. "To be honest, I don't really know." And at that moment, a Sandslash and a Sandshrew turned the corner, bounding towards the breeder.
Over the mountains and through the woods finally yielded a quiet Cura Village. Mordecai wasn't too sure where J had gone, for they had parted for their separate ways a few days ago. J was a very capable trainer; he would be just fine. On the other hand, Mordecai was unsure whether he desired to progress past Cura Village. It was... nice here, homey, even. He liked it. The rumors had been true, the tales that the area was free of Scourge.
She tightened the belt around her gi, testing the waters. It hadn't been very long since she had started up at the dojo -- only a few days, really -- and she still had a bit of trouble remembering all the proper stances and protocols and why were they forbidden to drink? (But this was for the sake of getting stronger, so maybe it would be worth it.)
