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 salty air was fresh and the water was peacefully still. What she was looking at was what people tried to explain when asked to describe “calm”.
Deryn wrinkled her nose. The air smelled weird and the water looked more deceptive than peaceful. This place wasn’t calm – it was boring. So, so very boring. Deryn was this close to actually using her fishing rod to help with the boredom.
“Lightning better strike me down before I get that desperate,” she muttered impatiently as she looked into the water. She was only vaguely aware that she had been doing the impatient foot tap for over ten minutes now, without a break – but that’s because she was more aware of how disappointing the wait was going to be if her Pokemon didn’t find anything worthwhile.
And at this rate, they better come back up with fricking pearls, Deryn thought. There was no way she was going to say that out loud; she didn’t want anyone to get the same treasure hunting idea as her. (Even if it wasn’t one that was all that original or hard to come up with in the first place).
That old fisherman better not have fished up all the good stuff.
"no, isadora -- slow down, i'm about to lose my grip--"
the swampert swims to the docks at near-maximum speed (for her trainer would have long since lost her lunch if she had done so otherwise). karimi appreciated her swampert's enthusiasm -- really, she did! it only became a bit of a problem when there were so many boats and pokemon that were docked about.
"isadora, if i throw up, then i'll throw up on you!" suddenly, the swampert groaned in protest and made a sudden stop next to the docks, causing a small wave to wash over.
...was there someone who was standing right there?
What happened next wasn’t an ideal answer to Deryn’s boredom at all. Instead of her own Pokemon surfacing with the treasure they’d been sent after, an altogether foreign Pokemon had made a beeline to the dock and followed it up with a rough stop all in a very short time.
In other words, Deryn hadn’t seen the wave until it was too late. Although it was small and unthreatening, it had been tall enough to hit the docks which in turn resulted in, at the least, an unpleasant spray, and at the most…
Well, her shoes were now soaked.
“Ooh!” Deryn was too busy trying to shake her feet dry to shoot a glare at the offender, so she settled for words instead. “What are you, blind? Look at what you’ve done!”This was why she didn’t like nature – it was squishy and smelled funny.
"oh shit, i'm sorry!" karimi winces. that was definately not the docking that she was expecting to make at proserpina. "uh...at least you don't have to be careful with them anymore?"
god, she really sucks at this.
the swampert groans at the girl in protest. she didn't swim all this way to proserpina to be lectured by some random trainer about the importance of a few strips of foot-cloth.
"whaa--" karimi has always been rather gifted at interpreting pokemon, even among researchers. "no, isadora. no, you can't eat her. what are you, scourge?"
the swampert had a very strange sense of humor, it seems. or was she serious?
Oh? Deryn looked up and saw that there was a person on the back of the Pokemon. She huffed at both the woman’s comment and the fact that she should have prevented this from happening in the first place.
She went back to shaking her feet, only to look up, shocked, at what the woman said next. Because really! Finally Deryn glared her daggers at the Pokemon.
“Well don’t you have a strange taste in fine dining?” she remarked at the Pokemon. “You should stick to eating berries.
“And you,” Deryn was looking at the woman now. “Who gave you your surfing license? You obviously don’t know how to brake.” She spoke as if it was one of the easiest things in the world, even though she suspected it wasn’t quite.
the swampert looks tempted to throw a mud shot into her face. karimi recognizes that look and give her a silent warning in return.
"uh. i didn't know that i needed a license for that kind of thing. nobody's really checked me." she speaks earnestly. "i mean, water pokemon are pretty capable swimmers who can handle themselves. you just gotta make sure that you don't give them a reason to drown you" she laughs. "trust me, i'm a researcher."
Deryn recognised the hostility in the Swampert’s face, and gives it a look that says ‘I dare you to’. Of course, she gives the Pokemon this look with one hand looking for a Pokeball. If only she owned a decent Grass type…
For a short moment, Deryn wasn't sure what to say to this researcher woman, and ends up settling with, “You didn’t actually take me seriously about the license thing, did you?” But, even though they obviously didn’t exist, Deryn was still sure that the woman – or maybe just the Swampert – needed one.
Finally, something appeared. Something she had been waiting for anyway. Her Staryu poked its head(?) out of the water and looked at its trainer. Well, it faced her anyway. Deryn wasn’t sure if it actually had eyes.
“Took you long enough,” she remarked to it. “Did you find anything.”
The Staryu shook itself side-to-side. That meant no. “Dammit,” Deryn muttered. “Well, try again! We’re not leaving until you find something.” Ugh, how annoying.
