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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ikram dropped by the training center. this was her first time in the center; she filled out the appropriate forms as the attendants directed her to.
she stepped into the room and the first thing she noticed was the cracked floor. she raised an eyebrow, but felt it inappropriate to ask. the ranger let her chimchar in, and wukong bounced in -- only to stop just like its partner had. wukong's fur bristled.
'this is wrong,' it told ikram, 'this isn't how it works.' it scratched its head, bewildered. gingerly, it stepped over to the training equipment. they were surprisingly undamaged, so it turned back to look at the girl. 'which ones?'
onix, doublade and scyther were hunched over a treasure map that J had laid down for them. they were to work together to find the treasure hidden in the wide expanse of the training center that they were in today. the room was designed to function as a forest, with a ceiling too high to see and artificial trees lining the room.
the doublade phased in and out, quickly locating clues as it went along its path. the scyther sliced apart things in its haste and was making short work of everything.
it was the onix that was hindered. it lumbered around, trying not to get trapped between trees or getting itself crushed in the wake of the scyther. the onix patiently worked its way around before finding one lonely clue.
the doublade and scyther were miles ahead of the onix. by working together they managed to find the treasure chest, and they brought it back to J. victory for them, sucks to be an onix.
it was time to train in the training center again. ikram entered the room after the previous user disappeared from view, only to find a half-damaged forest left for her to use. this was really weird.
ikram frowned, and so did wukong. "does this look right? it's been two weeks in a row!" said the girl. wukong agreed. it nodded vigorously, but upon finding a tree and starting to scale it, the pokémon quickly realized that they could use it to their advantage.
'i'll just work on getting more nimble, so don't you worry, ikram!'
the ranger glanced up at the artificial sun that glared into her eyes. she couldn't see the chimchar, but pretended that she could anyway.
"yeah! when you reach the top, let me know, okay? we'll go get a soda after."
ignatius forcibly dragged argai into the room filled with plants and trees. they were all artificial lifeforms, but the swampert had no idea they weren't real. the researcher was quickly getting fed up with the creature, and yet he had no choice but to force the two of them through this ordeal.
"soon you'll not fear all of these," he promised the dual-type, before taking it for a stroll around the trees. it worked well at first, but argai soon grounded itself firmly and decided that it didn't want to walk anymore. "c'mon," ignatius urged, but to no avail.
left with no choice, ignatius broke a twig off the artificial tree and raised it before the swampert. he wasn't going to strike the pokémon but instead tickle it into submission with the springy object.
mawile, doublade and scyther were seated around a table. they were playing a game of scrabble. the scyther and doublade ended up sparring against each other. mawile played against itself. it ended up playing for four players, against itself, itself and itself. it was a very fun game for the mawile.
meanwhile, doublade and scyther decided to trade bladed attacks. it was a pretty fair game so far. just good ol' fashioned fighting, sword against sword. they felt like warriors. they also got levels and grew stronger.
mawile grew more intelligent. and that translated into levels too.
J exited the training center with them in tow. nothing got destroyed this time around. the centre attendants were basically pressing their faces to the screens, trying to see what he had done.
ikram and wukong entered the training centre and was pleased to find that nothing was damaged. there was a scrabble game in progress, so they decided to play that.
ikram versus wukong. go words. unlike the doublade and scyther before them, they had it easier, because opposable thumbs. the chimchar was spelling words all wrong, though, and ikram had to wonder why in the world the centre prepared games of scrabble for things who didn't know how to spell.
she saw the alakazam playing with a family of children on the box. oh. it wasn't for the less mentally gifted of pokémon, then.
ignatius and keepa the slaking were the last to enter the training centre today.
the room was quiet and clean and there was a box of scrabble sitting by the side of the room. ignatius gave it a once-over. it looked like a decently easy game, but the slaking ... well, the slaking was a different story. it seemed kind of difficult to get it to focus, if at all.
ignatius had realized that it would be better off with some weaknesses removed.
"come here," he told the slaking, before pressing a button on the wall.
the sloth king was smashed in the face by a massive boxing glove. it hurt. the slaking recoiled in pain, before charging at the boxing glove. it got knocked back again. keepa didn't give up and tried again.
i'm tired i'm going to sleep but i'm here doing this training thread so here i go. need to do it on a saturday so i don't fuck up the schedule.
ikram and wukong were training in the training center. today what were they training? okay, they're on a treadmill. both of them were running together, ikram and the chimchar, each on a treadmill that was appropriate for them. ikram was also working on her ability to meld the dream world, but it was really hard. somehow things didn't feel like complying.
the chimchar, on the other hand, had it much easier. it had willed into existence fruit that it chewed on while it ran.
soon it doubled over in pain. it cried and woke up in the real world.
the bagon was still a baby, but a baby pokémon still needed to be trained. the first thing ignatius did was dump the creature into a pail of ice and told it to stay in a very firm voice. the bagon was freshly-hatched, but it was also lv15. that meant it was pretty strong.
it stomped out of the pail angrily, but ignatius pressed it down into the pail again. he didn't care if it squirmed. it was staying in there. he watched it shake and grumble and quiver where it was. ignatius cautioned it again.
"stay," he told the bagon. "you'll get better at this after a while. it's just some cold. you'll thank me for this."
the bagon cried. it cried until it woke up in the real world.
ignatius stared at an empty pail. oh well. at least it worked.
the training centre attendants felt as if they had seen the same thing happen a moment ago.
mawile, doublade and scyther were playing a civil game of battleship against each other. it was a pretty crazy game, because the game of battleship was pretty damn real. the training centre was simulating a sort of ocean with lots of ships on it.
bam, went a ship. boom, went another. crash, went a few torpedoes as it hit nothing in particular.
the doublade frowned unhappily. it wanted to win. it grumbled and set off more torpedoes than it was supposed to. taking it to be a sign that it could do so as well, the mawile chimed in. together, the steel-types ganged up on the scyther.
the scyther cried. it cried until it woke up in the real world and fumed.
it wished it had a metal coat to evolve into a scizor. maybe they would stop picking on them again.
the training centre attendants wondered if they were cursed.
shit it's saturday. more training time. mawile, doublade and scyther were in the training centre again. J was watching them take an entrance exam for whatever. he had told them they were going to become debt collectors, that is, intimidate the shit out of people who didn't want to pay up. J didn't want to do most of the heavy lifting himself.
lifting up corpses was heavy enough a job. literally.
surprisingly, doublade was doing the best in the exam. having two brains were better than one, after all. the scyther got a gold medal for its efforts in not slicing up the paper, but its answers were mostly bug-brained. a testament to its typing, honestly. mawile was about average.
until mawile mega-evolved.
then its answers took a mega-step up. which was pretty good, honestly. J figured they were all getting somewhere at least.