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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Engel und Teufel. the struggle between two souls trapped in the same body, because the person he drifted with happened to die during an encounter and he survived. he knew the nightmares were real and that if he closed his eyes, he could see - hear - live everything that had happened.
he grew thinner day by day as if he couldn't take the mental stress. he still worked on repairs though, to do whatever he could to help the situation. whatever little helped, because he couldn't fight. couldn't let go. the angels and demons were both going to kill him one day. someday. maybe not too far off in the future, when he decided to just let go in his sleep.
solaris fon chakri stared at the deteriorating form of the man driving a cart across the loading bay, and decided that he would never become a man like him. he was better than this. he wasn't going to let his co-pilot die in the heart of the fight, only to live on in his own. he could see how it was eating him from the inside out, invading his heart and then his mind until all he could see in the mirror was someone else's face writhing in agony at their moment of death.
it's frustrating, being in charge of jaegers -- it's not like playing with little toy robots that detach at the joints and pop back in if you accidentally crush them underfoot; instead, you're playing with robots larger than buildings and, unfortunately, they're only that much more fragile.
all she can think is thank god she doesn't have to pilot one. (she would rather be on the outside instead of being crushed in that tiny space they call the cockpit, thank you very much -- and drifting? no thanks.)
she cracks her neck and rotates her shoulders, leaning back in her attempt to undo the tension caused by endless hours staring at jaeger insides. flora blinks to erase the images of glowing circuitry that have been burned onto her retinas and backs of her eyelids before shaking herself and turning around to walk away.
her day's done, after all, and she's hungry.
she scratches habitually at the scar across her face, making her way to the cafeteria, when she sees him. her feet automatically move to bring her toward him, and her hand curls into a fist before slamming into his shoulder. "yo." flora grins. "you shouldn't stare at people. it makes you look stupider than you already do."
he spent a moment more staring at the dishevelled figure move across the bay, before a fist collided with his shoulder. years of withstanding such pain - and torment - had hardened him against such assaults. of course, the kaijuu helped in a way, but he didn't want to think about it.
fighting a kaijuu, trapped in a jaeger - it was like being tossed around like a sock in a washing machine. if he was unlucky, the other sock was lost forever.
"thank you for the reminder," he said. yes, he was a stupid person, but that meant that he took orders well, didn't decide things on his own, and didn't run off doing stupid things just to show off that he had a fucking jaeger and could fight kaijuu now. "that i don't have a high school diploma."
oh, he remembered the day. a kaijuu (later on named tenebrae) had unceremoniously crashed into the area around his school, forcing a region-wide evacuation. he eventually ended up a pilot after citing his life experiences as a motivating factor.
he briefly wondered if the authorities were truly desperate for people to put their lives on the line to pilot a jaeger to have accepted him into training and even paired him up with his - he stopped himself from thinking too much, too quickly. he steadied his breath, giving flora a glance.
she smirks. "don't thank me. it's my job." and it is, actually -- it's her job to make sure he doesn't do anything overly stupid, especially in the jaeger, because it's not just his life on the line when the kaiju attack. it's also why she has to make absolutely sure -- once, twice, three times -- that alpha windigate (jk we need to come up with a better one bc i'm laughing) is fully functional.
flora isn't going to let her cute little sister suffer because of an idiot's mistakes.
with an extremely exaggerated eyeroll in response to his look, she shoves him between the shoulder blades. "c'mon, let's get food. can't have you wasting away, right?" quite frankly, she has no idea what it was like to share a mind with someone and defeat giant creatures hellbent on destroying everything you love -- but she does know it won't make her go any easier on him, so she gives him another push.
her job - right. right. trust the overprotective older sister to guard her cute little sister - who wasn't so cute after all when she was in the cockpit bashing kaijuu senseless and completely in sync wtih him. oh, he heard the thoughts in her head. been in there. couldn't run away. the killer was that she was able to read his mind because of the drift, and his moments of hesitation were later used against him when they managed to stave off an invasion.
he staggered forward a step or two at the shove, and reluctantly started moving again. food wasn't what was on his mind right now - he'd started thinking of things he promised he wouldn't out of the drift, and was now suffering for it. he glanced at flora, shuffling along because he knew he would get hit if he didn't move.
maybe that was one of the reasons why he was picked. not only because he was stupid, but he also knew that pain was a bad thing to experience. the second shove meets his back and he shuffled along a little faster, walking towards the cafeteria.
today was wednesday -- it meant that there were hotdogs. he grabbed a tray, and got into line.
solaris fon chakri stared at the deteriorating form of the man driving a cart across the loading bay, and decided that he would never become a man like him. he was better than this. he wasn't going to let his co-pilot die in the heart of the fight, only to live on in his own. he could see how it was eating him from the inside out, invading his heart and then his mind until all he could see in the mirror was someone else's face writhing in agony at their moment of death.
she cracks her neck and rotates her shoulders, leaning back in her attempt to undo the tension caused by endless hours staring at jaeger insides. flora blinks to erase the images of glowing circuitry that have been burned onto her retinas and backs of her eyelids before shaking herself and turning around to walk away.
he spent a moment more staring at the dishevelled figure move across the bay, before a fist collided with his shoulder. years of withstanding such pain - and torment - had hardened him against such assaults. of course, the kaijuu helped in a way, but he didn't want to think about it.
she smirks. "don't thank me. it's my job." and it is, actually -- it's her job to make sure he doesn't do anything overly stupid, especially in the jaeger, because it's not just his life on the line when the kaiju attack. it's also why she has to make absolutely sure -- once, twice, three times -- that alpha windigate (jk we need to come up with a better one bc i'm laughing) is fully functional.
he staggered forward a step or two at the shove, and reluctantly started moving again. food wasn't what was on his mind right now - he'd started thinking of things he promised he wouldn't out of the drift, and was now suffering for it. he glanced at flora, shuffling along because he knew he would get hit if he didn't move.
