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 officers' words were nothing but ringing in his ears. isaac barely responded to what griff had to say to the officers. he picked himself up from the ground with much difficulty; he was a boy used to having his pokémon do the fighting for him, after all. he struggled to his feet, swaying once he drew himself to full height. the blow had hurt.
one of the larger men lunged for isaac while the rest went towards griff, and isaac decided to take things into his own hands. quite literally, actually. (he didn't want to draw his heart sign, really, but sometimes when the situation called for it ...)
isaac drew the heart sign the heart sign manifested as close combat
something seemed to snap within the teenager. the cbox prophecies did not lie. armed with close combat, isaac channeled street fighter ryu and --
"Well, that's something you don't see every day," Griff commented. He blinked, having to take a second to separate reality from kung-fu action movie, and then shrugged. Everyone had their surprises. "Nice moves."
Isaac had seemed friendly, and the violence had certainly been warranted (in Griff's opinion, anyway), but Griff didn't set down either of his knives ...just in case.
Shyvana poked her head out the kitchen door. { I heard screaming, } she chirped.
"Did that really sound like me?" Griff asked, injured.
"thanks," isaac said, panting from the exertion. it took a lot to perform a close combat, especially without prior preparation. the styler did what it could, and isaac replicated what it did just fine -- but it was just very tiring.
the officers all on the ground was a disturbance in the tavern. isaac watched them, far too tired to do anything else. "hey," he addressed the charmeleon, "do you mind helping move these people out of the tavern? they're a nuisance." he kicked one of the officers' arm.
{ Sure thing, } Shyvana agreed. Careful with the open flame of her tail (the cops had already been beat up, they sure didn't need to suffer serious third degree burns too), she started lugging all the men out the front door.
"That didn't look like a trick you learned from the dojo, not unless you're a machop or something," Griff said casually, not actually asking what just happened. "You feeling okay?"
isaac's gaze was on the charmeleon. he didn't know how to explain it to griff -- but if he was a ranger as well, he ought to know that the capture styler was capable of many amazing feats. "i'm fine," he said, still not looking at griff, "that's not a trick. it's a sign that you draw with the styler."
"You didn't strike me as a fighting type enthusiast," Griff said. He grinned, a little too sharp to be lazy like it seemed. "Clearly, I need to work on my judge of character."
"it's the heart sign, if you noticed what i drew with the styler. if you replicate that -- i don't doubt you can't -- and focus on the move you want to perform, it'll work. but from then on, it only makes that one move happen."
After a long time thinking about--a really, really long time--Griff raised a hand and drew the heart sign, an uncanny mimicry of what Isaac had done earlier before he'd gone all Street Fighter.