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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Sitting in a large room, Mika Toyuno prepared herself and her questions for an recorded interview with Leonida Neo and Agent Batin. Although this would be the first time she met either of the two people she had a strange feeling that this interview would start off with a bang but end with an exciting twist!
The large room was heavily decorated with french styles. The walls were very pretty as well as the furnishings. No doubt this room was within Mika's dream room. She loved the exquisite life of the french. Decoration is declaration of beauty! She sat on the window side of the room with her back facing the entrance of natural light. In front of her was a coffee table big enough for holding a wide variety of things yet this one was empty. On the other side was a finely made red chair with room enough for one. To Mika's left a large sofa with room for three or four people. Although today she would only have two guests, the room would feel just a little bit more cozy than the usual one on one. To Mika's left a camera was set up to record the session. With that the three of them were all on screen and no one had to worry about being cut out of the scene.
"Alright the two of you may come in now!" Mika said, beckoning from the door behind the red chair. From there they both could enter and find a place to sit. Mika's first question for them would be simple and then the interview would heat up with her follow up. But for now the both of them had to actually come inside and sit down.
This certainly wasn't her dream. If it was, it was the worst dream, not even so horrible to glorify as a nightmare. It was just bad.
An aromatisse tittered over her, spraying perfumes and dabbing her face with powder and rouge and... Neo didn't even know what. She rarely wore make-up these days, but she was no stranger to a big of foundation and eyeliner. This was more than foundation and eyeliner. This was downright excessive.
Jaw clenched, Neo waited the aromatisse out until she heard a voice calling for her. One of the filming crew--a figment of imagination, she assumed, not a real person--beckoned her out to the stage. Like a dog, she followed.
It was a nice stage, she had to admit. If she were younger--if circumstances were different--she would've enjoyed this: the make-up, the decor, the camera on her, everything. Now, it just seemed like a questionable use of her time. Neo could be dreaming in a laboratory, doing research even as she slept. Instead, there was this.
"Hello," she said, sitting down primly on the further end of a sofa. She folded her hands in her lap, and she was still--no fidgeting. She smiled, thinly, and it was just an effort to be a gracious guest. It wasn't much of an effort.
2tsunz (( she has no idea how much worse this will get for her lol ))
The make-up artists who flutter about him are hesitant, unsure of what to do with the angry red scar of his burn that isn't covered by the mask. He waves them off after a moment and they protested until an authoritative looking woman with a foundation brush stuck behind her ear clapped her hands together and declared that: "The contrast of his rough appearance and barbaric views with the lady's poised civility will be a masterwork of atmospheric staging--we might even win a Daytime Emmy."
They left him alone after that, and Batin made his way to the door. The room inside was ostentatiously bright, nearly gaudy, but he shot a genuine smile at Neo. He settled down on the sofa and threw an arm over the back.
"What a very specific dream we seem to be dreaming."
S T R A N G E D R E A M S. A N I N T E R V I E W W I T H T W O E X T R E M E S
"Hello Kohaku! This is reporter Mika Toyuno. I welcome are guests today, Agent Batin and Leonida Neo." Mika said, looking into the camera with a cheery smile. The easiest part of the interview, the introduction was over. A short and sweet simple introduction. Now was the fun part, beginning the talk.
"Now Batin, lets learn a little more about you. Tell us, were are you from?" Mika certainly didn't know where the guests were from. That information was still unknown. But as a reporter it was her job, no her sworn duty to find out! "No need to be shy, you may speak your mind for the viewers."
That was somewhat true. Being that the video was tapped and not live the interview could be edited for bloopers and some foul language but Mika didn't really have to worry about editing much so far. The introduction went perfectly well and now the first question had been asked. Once Batin would finish it would be Neo's turn to answer as Mika would ask her at the end of Batin's answer. This was a simple game of back and fourth.
He couldn't hurt her here--that was Neo's first thought, and it was mostly true. There had never been any scourge pokemon in the Dream World, and Batin was clearly without his lucario for the time being. He could draw his signs, but she could call out her pokemon.
Her first thought was that they were as safe as they were going to get, when dealing with a hades agent.
She leaned back into the sofa, neither moving closer nor further from Batin. She settled in, as if getting comfortable, but she hadn't felt so on edge since the second Siege of Nerio.
"A dream? Please, Batin," Neo replied with a false warmth, like a well-dressed women at a fancy dinner ball; she looked the part anyway. Neo smiled brightly, exercising old, unused muscles. She would've laughed, but her throat was dry, and she wasn't sure she knew how anymore. "Your face is a nightmare to me. So good of you to cover some of it; I am eternally thankful."
She paused. "I apologize, so sorry, do tell us all about yourself I'd love to hear about your lovely hometown as well!"
"I was born in Nerio," Batin said. "So most people would call that my hometown. But for myself, I've found that my heart has always laid in Decima. It's where my mother lived."
S T R A N G E D R E A M S. A N I N T E R V I E W W I T H T W O E X T R E M E S
"Ah Decima town, well as many of our viewers know Decima town is currently captivated by some strong pokemon. You must be an equally strong force to live there." Mika knew about the invasion of Decima Town. That was got her the job as reporter. The previous person to hold her position went missing there. So as to not go missing herself, Mika had no plans to visit but perhaps Batin would provide just a little bit of insight as to the inner workings of the decimated town. Hmm but later, Neo was next.
"Well now that we know a little but about you lets let Neo have a turn. Now Neo, tell us a little bit about where you are from." The reporter kept an energetic and happy grin on her face. Although she wasn't a threatening looking person in the first place, Mika didn't want to scare off viewers with an unhappy face. "No need to be shy, we've got plenty of time for talk."
Neo's face was artfully blank as Batin spoke. She knew a tall blonde man whose mother lived in Decima. She'd ran into one in her own home. Too bad she'd never asked his name.
She smiled, and that was artful too, because it was a challenge to move any muscle of her face after they'd finished her make-up. She felt like something would crack--although, maybe that had nothing to do with the make-up and everything to do with Batin sitting next to her.
"Decima as well, born and raised. We must have passed each other as children, Batin. It was such a fine place before the scourge ran it down. I miss it so."
"All things pass. If they'll come again, who knows? I can't say what Decima will become as a result of the scourge. But I don't think I ever saw you in Decima. Not as a child. I would have remembered the hair.
This certainly wasn't her dream. If it was, it was the worst dream, not even so horrible to glorify as a nightmare. It was just bad.
He couldn't hurt her here--that was Neo's first thought, and it was mostly true. There had never been any scourge pokemon in the Dream World, and Batin was clearly without his lucario for the time being. He could draw his signs, but she could call out her pokemon.
