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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hisham does not train very often in the open. he sees no reason to break the habit, not if it helps him focus on how not to be eaten by the scourge.
although the hawluchas is able to fly, he prefers to walk up the steps along his trainer's side. he is a fighter before he is a flier, and the hawluchas never seems to let hisham forget that. he doesn't. together, they carry the remainder of the blocks that hisham had found for their training session. block smash was a famous pastime in johto's pokeathelon, and it wasn't long before he had adapted it for training. attack speed could mean the difference between survival or losing a limb. or worse.
hisham instructs the hawlucha to smash the pile of blocks with karate chop. "start." he murmurs before starting the stopwatch. the chips of stone start flying in all directions. hisham hopes that cleaning the debris off the floor is not too difficult in the dream world. he wouldn't know.
she's going to make this swampert a beast. she's gonna do it!
"c'mon big guy. for kohakuuuuuuu!" never let it be said that karimi wouldn't have made a great cheerleader if science hadn't stolen her heart (and her family).
she makes it sound terribly exciting, but all that the pokemon was doing was lying in the mud with plants growing all over him. because that somehow made sense, yeah. the swampert was slowly losing his patience with karimi, and he burst out of the growth in a fervent rage. her abomasnow shot razor leaf at the swampert. the swampert did not go down.
hisham isn't here to mess around with the breakable blocks. not anymore, not when the day that he walks up to proserpina gym draws so near. the hawluchas flies upwards and makes a steep dive for the rocks, breaking them with his talons. he is not satisfied with the rubble, and hisham does not expect him to be. as much as they train here, they are only attacking immobile rocks. rocks that do not defend. rocks that do not attack. rocks that simply are.
hisham is not content to defeat things that are content to simply be.
there is none of his fear for rock-types. not when the hawluchas will turn them to dust before they can even scratch him. it is a promise.
now that the proserpina gym challenge is finally over, hisham takes it upon himself to devote himself to training properly.
"...i did promise you a pokepuff, didn't i?"
the totodile nods excitedly, his drool gleaming on his teeth.
"that, i did." hisham reaches into a container and pulls one out. baked to perfection and topped with strawberry cream, this was a little different from the kalos variety. he gives a it a good toss to the opposite side of the pool.
"might want to get to that quick before it dissolves."
they've fought hard against the scourge, but they all have their demons somewhere. karimi's gardevoir is no exception. karimi attempts to heal them with easy words and even easier smiles, but the process of overcoming such hurdles must be a self-driven one.
"i'm here. i'm right here with you." karimi murmurs as the gardevoir meditates in the dream world for the sixth time. she had been a small, frightened ralts once, but the scourge makes survivors, heroes out of them all. that is the only thing that karimi can believe in as she sits here, unable to lend any other support.
the gardevoir is silent. silent until she finally breaks the hold of the dreamwalkers. karimi beams at her. "welcome back"
leave my corpse to rotI PLAY grayson lumina
alex faysal
addi monet
luke hopeTRAINER fossil, dust, ebon, venomBREEDER 307 eggsRANGER 4 signsAGENT 12 battles
the croconaw is still bitter about the pokepuff incident, so hisham takes the hawlucha to train tonight in his stead. the croconaw's grumpiness doesn't bother him; in the end, everyone remembers the hand that feeds them. quite literally, in this case.
they head into a training room that hisham had specifically reserved. strips of paper hang from the ceiling, and there are a few fans that provide a light breeze. he prefers for his pokemon to have some finesse, and not every battle will be a clean one in a regulated environment.
the hawlucha's movements are not perfect - often, he barely grazes the edges of the paper. at the same time, he is not without sucess. a respectable pile of paper gathers at the floor, and hisham looks on with approval.
one of the things that had made his life easier was that he has functional legs in the dream world. which isn't so strange when some dreamers were able to give themselves wings and such. nevertheless, iker stays a good distance from the electrike as they train. after all, his proximity wouldn't be the case when the two are off fighting real scourge.
he watches the electrike jump for the floating targets quietly. his partner is quick and agile, but iker does not fall prey to envy. he's had an entire childhood to debate the necessity, and he's decided to go at his own pace, farther than anyone else will go. this was especially true when one considers that half the trainers in the region would rather stay in the safe cities than fight the scourge. iker doesn't get hung up over that, either.
jax tackles another floating sign above his head as the ranger looks on. they have decided to walk together. that is enough.
[removing rock weakness via training regimen/dr of pokemon]
the crudest methods can often be the most effective methods. that's why emerson is currently running on a regular treadmill, except with his trainer pelting rocks in his face. karimi winces as she does so, constantly reminding herself that wounds that are sustained in the dream world aren't real and can't hurt him. that, and her arcanine had told her himself: he wanted to become even stronger.
karimi is nothing if not an enabler. even so, she slows her rock-throwing whenever the arcanine himself seems to be having a little difficulty. she wishes that she didn't. isadora eventually loses her patience with karimi and pelts the arcanine gleefully with rocks.
hisham does not train very often in the open. he sees no reason to break the habit, not if it helps him focus on how not to be eaten by the scourge. 
one of the things that had made his life easier was that he has functional legs in the dream world. which isn't so strange when some dreamers were able to give themselves wings and such. nevertheless, iker stays a good distance from the electrike as they train. after all, his proximity wouldn't be the case when the two are off fighting real scourge. 
