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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there is a place by the lakeshore, nestled between the rose bushes and stubby trees where a tree once stood. the tree was there for a long time. but eventually, it was time for it to die. the tree was chopped down and with some heavy crafting, turned into a home. it wasn't especially glamorous- there was no paint or fancy pancy windows. the furniture was old, the chimney chipped and the wood rotting, but it was a home. the home was there for a long time. but eventually, it was time for it to die. and now, the vines had overgrown the trees and it had become what it was once upon a time: just another part of a forest. snapdragons and blue bells took over and sprouted in every visible crack, squeezing their blooming petals out from the earth. eventually they would die too.
that was the way things were here, in this world. things live, things die. i will die too, yves thought, sitting on the old logs she once called home. 2tsunz
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Things die. Some things live. What was that quote? From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. Silly quote. Batin wasn't sure what he felt about it.
He kept walking forward until there was nowhere to walk anymore. The ruins of the Muta boathouse were often a lonely place, but not today.
"Hello," Batin said.
There was a conspicuous absence of any scourge pokemon at his side.
yves watches in silence as the man approaches. she plucks grass from the dirt and throws in up in the air. it flitters down like confetti. grass: dead. she thinks, before turning to her visitor. "hello." she responds, pinching the dry skin on her thumb with her opposite hand.
he does not have any pokemon at his side. pokemon: dead, it's just a speculation. but deep inside, yves knows it's probably true. there's another quote about death...“death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.” yves knows that is true. death is emptiness.
there is a simple white mask between her feet. she doesn't point to it, but is sure that the man will notice. and there's only one reason for a girl such as herself (so amazingly blank and normal) to be carrying a mask. "yves." she states her name. 2tsunz
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batin's voice is eerily calming. like classical music. it flows in a rhythm. yves almost doesn't hear what he's saying, but she snaps out of her trance quickly enough to make out the words.
it seems he used to be someone else too- just like herself. metamorphosis is truly a beautiful thing. change is flexibility and healing. although in her case, change is grief. change is survival. change prevents healing in yves's case....
"i was around." a lie. merci lived then. but yves had long since murdered that girl. "but that does not matter. i am here now." she grunts, "and you are. change comes and goes." 2tsunz
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at first, yves avoids his question. redirects it. "the question is more appropriate for you." her eyes stare at him for a minute but do not wait for an answer. she will cooperate. a decision that will probably be for the better in the end.
"i come here a lot," yves admits quietly, staring at the green below her feet. "this is-used to be my home." 2tsunz
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"it's not beautiful. maybe it was, but not anymore. until every trace of it is gone, it will be forever ugly to me." yves points out. she has no desire to see this place anymore, yet she still travels here. she still walks far to see this place. it's like a little check-up. a meeting with an old friend.
no...that's not right. it's more like going to see a loved one's grave years after they've gone. regardless, yves does not like it here anymore. but perhaps it's the hate that keeps her coming.
yves raises her eyebrows and thinks for a moment. is that what she is? a story? most likely. her home, her father, herself are all just words inked onto a single page of a single book. she is a speck in the universe.
how depressing.
"you're not going to write about it, are you." she asks quietly. batin will probably perceive it as a joke, but she is dead serious. yves does not appreciate publicity. so she just ignores her prior comment, trying to get the thought out of her mind. "but what's your story? why do you care about all this?" 2tsunz
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"No, I don't write my stories down. I just carry them."
"My story is no story at all. I'm sure some of the others have some rationalizations or tragic narratives that explain their actions. I don't. I just want what I want, and I don't know why I burn."
He smiled, wolf's mouth. "Why do you care about it? For this?" He waved his arm in vague encompassment of the clearing.
she sighs. "well i congratulate you." yves gives a nod. "we tend to live in emotional cages these days. seems you may have escaped." she bites on her nails. "no story is better than one that has already been written..."
he smiles at her, wolf's mouth. she smiles, fox's. "the house? i. i don't, really." her smile disappears. that's a lie, and she knows it. "i care about the man and the girl who used to live here.' yves murmurs. she doesn't want him to address that. he probably will.
"kind of." she admits. it's true in a way- she puts it on for the girl who used to live here. she puts it on for merci. she puts it on for yves. you could call it selfish, but it's not. she does it to live, really.
"and someone told me to." yves says, lifting her head and looking to batin. "i would ask you the same question, but i don't see any pokemon with you." her stare hardens. there is a dangerous look in her eyes. "how can i be sure you are trustworthy?" 2tsunz
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