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 docks were a good place for Orwell's pokemon. The ones that preferred the water splashed about in the little bit of sea that touched the city. The rest chased each other on the docks while the chansey babysat them from afar.
Orwell himself stayed a few meters back, sitting on a bench that he shared with a pile of nautical equipment. He had a cup of hot cider, sold from a stand back on the boardwalk. He sipped at it occasionally, because he liked the warmth and the taste.
He knew his pokemon needed time out of the pokeball. A lot of breeders thought freedom in the Dream World was enough. Orwell remembered when he was injured and bedridden; he would've given the world to walk around for himself. Dreaming was never enough.
So he let his pokemon out to do whatever they wished. In the meantime, he was alone with his thoughts.
ignatius watched pokémon walk past with their owners, and had half a mind to stop them to get his pokédex filled. it was tactless, but a researcher often had to engage in such actions to fill out the pages of the dex. in hindsight, it was also a rather silly activity that no one questioned. (but alas, he needed information on pokémon to better improve his abilities as a researcher, and no other researcher was yet able to extract and transfer data from one pokédex to another.)
he held the device in hand, before slipping it into his pocket. it was a good day for a walk, he decided, and he was going to do just that.
the researcher went down to where the docks were, smiling at a few people who greeted him -- he didn't know who they were, but that was fine. he extracted a few good bits of information from them, before moving on. he came across a young man watching his pokémon, yet seemed deep in thought.
ignatius settled for standing next to him for a while, before idly inquiring:
Orwell glanced at the stranger speaking to him. He looked away all too quickly, assuming that it was just another idle hello or how do you do from a random bypasser. It wasn't, so he required a second glance.
"Researcher?" Orwell asked. He saw the pokedex and nodded. "Of course."
the pokédex flipped open at the press of a button. "thank you," said ignatius. the device picked up where the various pokémon were located, and promptly filed their information away in its many pages. a beep sounded to indicate completion, and the researcher slipped it back into his pocket. six pokémon and a willing person; today seemed to be a good day.
ignatius was more willing to speak than another trainer in the region, but it didn't mean that he had to humor everyone with small talk. the breeder seemed content to remain generally silent, and he found himself enjoying a moment away from speaking.
They could've made small talk as they went. There were neutral topics to discuss. The weather was horrible, for example. There were also less neutral topics, such as the scourge and the eos program.
In the end, Orwell didn't care though. He wanted to help an eos researcher. Getting to know him was optional.
At the pokemon center, Orwell beelined for an unused PC. He deposited all his pokemon, and then navigated to the withdraw menu. He released a carbink. vertigo
a carbink. fascinating. it was part-fairy, and also a rock. ignatius found it puzzling, but sometimes the world did weird shit to stuff and called it a day.
at the same time, he found orwell an efficient person. he spoke little, questioned even less. it wasn't always important to know whoever the other person was. names could wait until the very end.
Orwell's pokemon tended to be small, and he could release another set of six into the limited space of the pokemon center if he wanted. No one would really mind, but his mind was an orderly. He recalled the carbink and deposited it back into the PC before she brought out another.
He repeated the process with a feebas, pichu, audino, minun, and mawile. He didn't have much to say, not to Ignatius anyway. He spoke to his pokemon though, but only to say hello.
vertigo (( I'm not doing a post per pokemon, even if it's free money ))
ignatius noted each of the pokémon. breeders truly helped speed up a tedious process of hunting down pokémon for their scans. he thanked orwell's pokémon for the help.
hook ¿ (( idk how i'm going to write 20 posts of pkmn scanning either ))
The docks were a good place for Orwell's pokemon. The ones that preferred the water splashed about in the little bit of sea that touched the city. The rest chased each other on the docks while the chansey babysat them from afar.
