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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stefan is a man who is disinclined to believe that his world is one in which omnipotent deities pit him against nature in the name of good, clean, fun.
that would just be utterly absurd. unfortunately, he fails to realize the extent of the absurdity that makes up every little bit of his life. that's not to say that he was free of blame. not free of the presumption that a boy who had lived in a city for all of his life could possibly trek an unforgiving desert in its entirety. on the first try.
he fights the urge to collapse into the warm sand. the bisharp beside him begins to worry as stefan's knees start to wobble ever so slightly.
upbfcISZ <50 he falls forward otherwise, he falls backwards
life was a strange thing to behold at times. J found himself trekking mors desert without a scourge pokémon in a virus ball, and felt that it was an incredibly strange feeling to have. no mad rush to the bulwark, no crazy chase to ensure that he wasn't dying from cursed huntail or being trapped in a whirpool in the surprisingly deep ponds of an oasis.
in fact, it was almost like a leisurely stroll through a park on a sunny day -- except that in the desert, the sun was really, really hot.
J saw a bunch of cacti travelling across the sands, festive music sounding from the maractus that led the pack. he wondered what kind of celebration it was. or maybe it was just a samba celebration. those things got festive real quick.
the cacti formed a circle and started to dance. J watched them, but remembered that the sun and sands were really, really hot and he ought to move along soon.
or rather, stefan was beginning to fall forward when he gets ahold of the mental facilities that were being dulled by the heat with every passing second. he lands on his knees and scraped palms. stefan rights himself after catching his breath. the sand is so deep that his shoes remain buried in the sand.
the bisharp allows himself to feel relief, but it does not last for long. a great gust of wind comes from the direction of cura. it kicks up enough sand to throw him off balance again.
7eupHNZi <50 he falls forward otherwise, he falls backwards
the samba music was alluring, but J chose to ignore them in favour of the wind urging him on. he trudged on, only to see a mysterious occurrence on the sandy horizon.
something was thrown by wind and fell on its rump and then into the sand. he stared for a moment. it couldn't have been a human, could it? these stuff only happened whenever it was --
-- J walked towards the fallen figure, and noticed that it had a face. it was also a face he recognized.
"stefan?" he muttered, prodding the helpless figure on the ground with the tip of his boot.
also it took maybe half an hour for J to walk over to stefan so he should be passed out by now.
by now, stefan should really be used to being found unconscious by the people who are going to be around to make fun of him for it. except he's unconscious so there's no way he could really be thinking about any of this.
the bisharp might not have been as appreciative of j's presence on any other day, but he was a pokemon that could do nothing with his trainer's unconscious body without turning it into sashimi. evolution didn't seem to design the bisharp with nurturing in mind.
he makes some attempt at communicating with j with smaller gestures that did not tear off the flesh of those within his breathing space. vertigo
oh, look at the bisharp. a dual steel- and -dark-type pokémon. J had a pawniard himself. he just didn't know what to do with it, because steel had proven itself to be a really bad choice to make during the kohaku challenge. during his spare time, he had, however, managed to conquer most of the gyms. it took a lot of re-challenging, but he managed it.
all that was left was the sea badge.
speaking of the sea badge, stefan looked like he could use some water. J watched the bisharp gesture for a while, and realized he couldn't understand pokémon speech as he was neither a researcher nor a ranger. he squinted at the bisharp, shrugged, before lifting stefan up from the sand and unto his back.
he didn't remember where the oasis was, and the general direction of cura was --
legend: 1-30: find oasis 31-60: find cura 61-100: they are fucking lost.
stefan probably thinks so too, even if he won't readily admit it. the bisharp thinks that his trainer could use some water too, but at least the sands weren't scalding his skin anymore. that's probably the best that they can do for now considering that j isn't a ranger or a researcher who can understand pokemon speech.
they find cura eventually. wow, that didn't take long at all. has stefan just been walking around mors in circles or something? nobody will know for sure. vertigo
