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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The training center room was a blinding swirl of dragon-type attacks. For once, there was an air of unremitting seriousness about the pokemon Thalia had assembled for training today. The charizard, salamence and dragonite were among her three strongest pokemon, now that blastoise had been banned from training due to complaints of unfair and way too overpowered, man from the others.
Dragonite shot a hyper beam that clipped the salamence's wing, sending him spiraling, but charizard merely corkscrewed out of the way, coming fast upon the dragonite as he tried to regain his strength, and grounded him with a dragon claw.
Thalia winced as the dragonite crashed into the ground, hard, and lay there mewling weakly. The salamence landed as well, keeping his distance from charizard. It looked like after today's session, there would be another pokemon banned from training with the others.
Today, all of Thalia's pokemon were reading poetry. The training center had manifested as a classroom, with dragonite, salamence and umbreon tucked into desks of various sizes and shapes that had been conjured to accommodate all three of them. Given that none of them could actually read, the "reading poetry" part of the exercise was a bit of a misnomer. The three of them were listening to audiobooks of poetry, trying to fill their heads with knowledge.
Teacher Thalia snoozed at the front of the room, her feet on the desk. The blackboard behind her was covered with chalk doodles and scribblings, and there was a half-eaten dream breakfast tray propped in front of her.
The three pokemon stared at the plate of bacon hungrily, barely paying attention to the words echoing throughout the classroom.
The venusaur seemed to have mostly gotten over her myriad issues, but Thalia was still refraining from training her and the sylveon together at the same time. It seemed like it almost always ended up in disaster.
Umbreon and greninja, however, were more suitable training partners. Odd, that. You'd think a fairy-type would lend itself less to being a smug, vain asshole than the dark types, but it didn't seem to be the case. Thalia shrugged. It was a moot point right now.
Venusauar steadily fired a series of grass pledges at the far side of the room, where umbreon and greninja waited. A shallow pool of water paw-deep surrounded them--arguably ideal conditions for the greninja, and hardly hampering for the umbreon, but as the grass pledge landed in the pool, a muddy twisting swamp, brackish and thick with vines and growth, rose up, hobbling both pokemon as they would attempt to make it out of the course and to the other side of the room, where venusaur and Thalia waited.
leave my corpse to rotI PLAY grayson lumina
alex faysal
addi monet
luke hopeTRAINER fossil, dust, ebon, venomBREEDER 307 eggsRANGER 4 signsAGENT 12 battles
In the real world, Thalia had drifted off to sleep to the sound of rain. Perhaps that was , why when she emerged in the dream world training center, there was water everywhere. It wasn't raining here so much as just--soggy everywhere. The walls were made of water. The floor seemed a bit squishy as well.
Greninja was in his element. Venusaur didn't care either way. Alakazam sulked because his mustaches were soaked through and dripping. Thalia blinked at them, a trickle of water running down her forehead. This was just disgusting. She didn't want to be here anymore than Alakazam. But they had a job to do, allegedly.
"Today's task," she said. "Punch your way out of solid water walls. Go."
Greninja slipped through easily. Venusaur just bludgeoned her way out.
...Alakazam got stuck halfway through, drowned, and woke up.
A tiny toy plane circled around in the air, carrying a banner that read in flaming painted letters TRIAL BY FIRE. Thalia fiddled with the controls as she sat cross-legged on an armchair that floated in a lake of lava.
The armchair didn't melt because it was a dream, and Thalia knew it was a dream, and she didn't want it to melt. The plane seemed impervious to this logic, however. It sputtered and dipped a bit in the air, narrowly missing vaporeon's tail.
Vaporeon whined. Not because of the plane--well maybe because of the plane, but not only because of the plane. She was trailing after banette and typhlosion on the tight rope the three pokemon were perched on, a few dozen feet above the lava lake. Typhlosion was striding forward unconcerned. Banette was inching forward slowly, but with purpose and growing confidence.
Vaporeon stayed glued to one spot, mewling pitifully. She wanted to do five laps of the entire ocean again. She didn't like this.
It was a quiet day in the Dream World. Thalia was strangely exhausted from Calo, although it hadn't been a difficult battle. Perhaps it was mental.
She didn't want to think about what a mental strain over battling scourge might be indicative of, and so was sitting in a fake field with her pokemon instead. they were working diligently on a complex coordination and agility obstacle course, pitted against one another in a harrowing and desperate competition to the finish line.
what she meant by that, of course, was that they were all circled up and making daisy chains.
Quiet days in the Training Center at the Dream World were over. Typhlosion missed them. Ninetales and Mienshao were upset they'd never even gotten to have them. Whatever. Thalia was done with daisy chains (although she was still wearing hers on her head as she barked orders at them) they had work to be doing. Important training work.
Mienshao scaled the rock wall with relative ease. Even Typhlosion managed to haul his way up it, claw by claw, inch by inch. Ninetales was...kind of shit out luck. He slunk back over to Thalia and she scratched behind his ears.
Thalia twirled a lock of hair around her finger--or tried. In the training center, her hair always seemed to end in a blunt cut just below her jaw, just as she'd had it cut when she hauled herself out of Bacchus, covered in blood and gore and burdened with a child's sense of unrelenting heartache, and into the waiting arms of the EOS program.
"It's weird," she said to her ninetales, who was supervising a chess game between mienshao and meowstic. Privately, the ninetales believed he could have thrashed both of them given the chance, but his paws were ill-suited to shoving game pieces around a board. A true Kohaku tragedy. "Why do you think I always end up looking like this here? It isn't the Dream World in general; I look like I do waking in other areas. It's just here."
She yanked at a particularly short strand of hair viciously, as if she could will it into length. Perhaps she could, here.