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.
swarms
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do you remember running through the grass, wet sneakers? do you remembering swimming in the lake, snorkel kit? do you remember sleeping at night, teddy bear? do you remember playing games, bishops and rooks? do you remember the nightmares, do you?
her fingers feel cool against the moss growing up and over the rocks and trees. no mask or sableye today, just a girl who wants to climb a tree. just a girl who wants remember. and forget. memories are complicated, she thinks, pulling herself up to a thick branch of a nice oak tree. she sits there.
normally yves might have brought a book. a pencil and paper to doodle with. even her c-gear would do. but everything is lying in her little hut somewhere- she only brought herself and that's really all she needs. herself and the quiet are enough for today. the forest is happy to oblige; the wild creatures seem to be calm today.
but she knows that won't last. this forest will soon shelter bloodthirsty creatures- if it doesn't already. this forest will soon be her territory, and yves can't help but feel pity for the trees and wildflowers and berry bushes that make their home here. beauty never stays, she decides. GMOT ?
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He's already decided that he wasn't intending on leaving this forest till whatever is done with it is over. Tinkerbell walked alongside him, and he had spent a good sum to vaccinate the vesiquen that buzzed a few feet behind him.
Sometimes he yearned for the quiet that having a pokeball would give him, how he could just put the pokemon away and take a nap, but being a ranger - something he was still adjusting to - didn't allow that. He played with one of his lip piercings, tugging at the back of it to help cure his boredom. It was cold here, just like everywhere else.
Someone was in his sights, a girl? He walked closer. "This isn't exactly the safest place to relax."
"I'd suggest you just, go, you know. The city is," he pointed. "that way. The cavern is," he pointed again. "that way." He had a great sense of direction, really, he did.
eventually a buzzing noise grows in volume. at first she can hear it only very faintly. it's actually calming at first-like when you leave a window open at night in the summer. hear all the nighttime sounds and feel the summer night breeze while you sleep. things haven't been like that in a long time.
she was just about to doze off when a boy came into view, walking in the distance with what seemed to be a vespiquen. yves kept her eyes open for them- to make sure they wouldn't cause trouble. with a curious look in her eyes, she watched as he came closer and started addressing her. di manes? proserpina? she doesn't want to be anywhere near either of those places, she's decided that long ago. too populated. too friendly.
"thanks, but i think i'm gonna stay" she points at the tree, "right here." and she breaks eye contact with him, instead scanning the vespiquen up and down. the buzzing of it's wings must have been what she had heard earlier. it's much more obnoxious closer up, isn't it? yves thinks, adjusting her position in the tree to face xylon.
yves looks at him very closely this time. he has a lip piercing, she noticed it a while ago. most likely a ranger, as his pokemon isn't in a pokeball and she can't see any poke balls on him. probably some 70s hippie. or a punk rocker. or a nature boy. she can't exactly put a finger on him. GMOT ?
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She wasn't intending to leave, and Xylon couldn't make her, so he just nodded. Xylon shrugged. "I wish you luck then." He sat down underneath the shade of the tree.
He couldn't leave these forests while they were under attack, he had memories of living in this forest when he was younger. He and his parents camping out, under the stars. He adjusted to the vesiquen's buzzing rather quickly. It no longer annoyed him, it was just a sound of the forest, something he needed to accept in life. He leaned up against it and closed his eyes.
He was a mixture of all three, a punk, a nature boy, and a bit of a hippie. He supposed that's the outcome when teenagers decide to raise a child. "I'm not leaving either."
she nodded her head at him. "and to you too." and she rests on her branch, her mind drifting into the cotton candy clouds and back into time.
she has memories of her forest too- but not of her mother. merci's mother left when she was just a baby- she must have died somewhere, in a cloud of cigarette smoke and drowning in vodka. that does matter to her anymore, she's not even in her memories of the lake. it's just blue water, green grass, a wooden cabin and dad.
yves feels awkward here now. the boy chose to sit himself down at the base of her tree, leaving them only a few feet apart. yet they barely had acknowledged each other. she looked at him again, taking in every detail. he was different than any other ranger she had met. he was gritty- he was real. she taps her fingers along her knee, exhaling a breath loudly.
"i'm yves." she introduces herself, then points to the buzzing vespiquen. "does she like honey?"GMOT ?
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Xylon didn't feel awkward at all. He was perfectly fine with just sitting here, Tinkerbell at his side, the vespiquen buzzing not too far away. He was glad she had picked him, and he returned her favor as best he could. He had spent a pretty penny on that vaccine, and hopefully that'd keep her safe when he left the forest.
He looked up when she started to talk to him. "Xylon." He introduced. "Yeah, I've only had some once though since I've been in the forest. I could find some if I looked hard enough." He made a mental note to raid the next hive he saw. He'd risk a few stings for her. "She's not my permanent partner though." He picked up Tinkerbell by his waist and lifts him up as high as he can. "He is."
yves looks at the gothita and sees a lifeless doll. vacant eyes. still, she has to come up with something. "he's adorable." she says, even managing a weak smile. yet, there is no touch- no pat on the back. no pat on the head. nothing. this creature's nothing to yves.
the vespiquen isn't either, but she likes honey. so yves slips a hand into her pocket and produces a jar of orangey yellow goo. she puts it into xylon's hand. "here. it's all natural." well, the makers of the honey weren't exactly alive by 'natural' means. it was scourge combee honey, sweeter and much fuller than any regular combee's. "i actually collected it myself."
yves looks at him. "hi xylon." she says quietly. "where are you from?"GMOT ?
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Xylon shrugged, and Tinkerbell squirmed to be put down. He placed the pokemon next to him. "'Suppose he is." An adorable, annoying, and had a bit of a napoleon complex.
He nodded gratefully when she gave him the honey, he whistled for the vesiquen to come closer. She did and he popped off the top of the jar. He gave the pokemon a sheepish smile, and patted her. Her buzzing died down a bit as she began to settle down with the honey. "Thanks."
"I grew up everywhere, supposedly born on Invictus Peak, on Mount Aurae." It was always a strange question for Xylon, as long as he could remember he had been a nomad, and when he settled for a while in Nerio the city nearly strangled the life out of him. He wasn't meant to stay in one place for too long, that was another thing he learned from the scourge. "You?"
it wasn't quite the answer she was expecting- 'lived everywhere.' she can still imagine though. living as a nomad. or was he homeless? or lived out of a car? or in the circus? he didn't look like he was from the circus. still, the thought of such things were too interesting; she couldn't help but ask a question or two.
"why'd you leave invictus peak then?" she asks, eyes cloudy. i didn't leave pax, is the first thought that pops into her brain. it's automatic. unstoppable. her mind is a corrupted machine. she just wants to shut it down, goddamnit. and she almost does. just goes to sleep. but he asked her a question- and no one does that anymore. so she stays alert. awake.
"i grew up in pax. with my father." yves runs a hand along the tree bark and hoists herself up to an upper branch. she swings her feet a bit. "....can i tell you a story?"GMOT ?
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"I would have frozen to death. I was born on the peak, supposedly. My birth mother left me to freeze. I was found by my mom and dad, they were teenagers back then." That was the story he was told anyway. He shrugged though. "Newborn babies and the cold don't really work well for long." He most have been founded not long after birth, mom told him that his biological mother loved him enough to wrap him in her white winter coat. Makes him wonder if she froze to death.
So she grew up in pax, that had to be a bummer. "Sure, go ahead."
do you remember running through the grass, wet sneakers? do you remembering swimming in the lake, snorkel kit? do you remember sleeping at night, teddy bear? do you remember playing games, bishops and rooks? do you remember the nightmares, do you?
He's already decided that he wasn't intending on leaving this forest till whatever is done with it is over. Tinkerbell walked alongside him, and he had spent a good sum to vaccinate the vesiquen that buzzed a few feet behind him. 
