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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GRAND OPENING !
Welcome to KOHAKU REGION's grand opening! If you're interested in joining, come check out our grand opening giveaway!
She looks down at the letter in her hand, then at the map on the second page that she's all but memorized. Left here, right there, keep going forward until you reach the lab -- not the most difficult thing to spot, really.
Sinclair arrives at the lab at her appointed time, rapping sharply against the door with her knuckles. "Sinclair Hope." She doesn't say much else.
It's Professor Cypress' infamous symphony. He's tripped over another Rattata scurrying around his lab. Fortunately, he's landed almost on top of the Pokemon and grabbed it in his hands.
When he stands, he finds himself face to face with a new woman.
"U-um, hello!" he says, dusting himself off with a wiggling rat Pokemon in his arms. "Do, er, come in! I've been expecting you, I-I think."
Sinclair deftly steps back when the door bursts open. She expects a person, a greeting, something -- but instead sees someone heading for a joyous reunion with the ground.
... Not that she really cares.
She glances briefly at the struggling rattata before nodding and stepping inside. It's not her job to question the circumstances of her welcome (because, well -- Cypress already has a reputation for being more odd than most), so she simply folds her arms across her chest and glances around.
"Wh-where are they?" Cypress mutters to himself. "Where? What? Ah!" He blinks, pushing his glasses up his face, realizing that he's forgotten something very important. "U-um, Sinclair Hope. Sinclair Hope, y-yes. I, er, knew that name sounded familiar." The Rattata is still writhing in his arms as Cypress quietly asks the Pokemon to settle down.
"They're, um, th-they're right here, you see. Well, um, they're inside. A-at least, they should be -- oh!" Because out come ten Pokemon all hopping one after the other, stumbling after each other, others being rolled across the floor by a different Pokemon.
"I-I've never seen them so, um, eager to see s-someone new," the Professor muses, blinking in bewilderment. Still, he isn't the person to question the Pokemon, generally leaving them to their own devices. Exploratory learning is probably the best for them anyways.
She blinks in surprise at the parade of pokemon that appear out of nowhere -- they're enthusiastic, it seems, and she regards them all with a critical eye as they roam around.
She's supposed to choose one of them, she's assuming, but -- just one? (Her gaze lingers on the adorable young pokemon for a little too long.)
But, after a moment's hesitation, she points at the scyther. "That one, sir."
The Scyther blinks as Sin points at it. The creature tilts its head at her with a curious, "Scy?" as if to ask, "Me?" It hops forward a bit with a wide smile on its face, waving its arms about to greet Sinclair without a care that its arms are, well, giant scythes.
"It, er, l-looks like the Scyther's happy to see you!" Cypress exclaims with a smile on his face. He's always happy to see Pokemon satisfied with their new trainers or researchers. This Scyther is no different. He's raised each one of these Pokemon himself, and he knows that they are of top quality.
Professor Cypress presses a Pokeball into Sinclair's palm, along with shoving a few extra items at her. "Um, th-these are gifts to all new Eos members," the man says. "Good luck! A-and, er, come back soon and in one piece, h-heheh."
The woman quickly dodges the flailing blade-arms -- she would rather her head stay on her body, thank you very much -- and takes the pokeball and bag from Cypress.
She bows stiffly to the professor ("... Thank you.") before opening the door to walk out, the scyther following not far behind.
First order of business: teach him that being touchy-feely would mean certain death for certain people. (Namely, herself.)
She looks down at the letter in her hand, then at the map on the second page that she's all but memorized. Left here, right there, keep going forward until you reach the lab -- not the most difficult thing to spot, really.
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