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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"...you're alive because i poured the last of the rosenburg fortune into that hospital." not that it was as impressive as it had once been, after what her distant relatives had done with it. nerio hospitals were expensive, however. "but i suppose that you don't care about that either."
"...it's gotten me a world that i can believe in." she believed in zahir too, but his demise only confirms everything that she already knows. one does not simply choose not to believe in the boogeyman. "belief is not something to be chosen." regardless of what she wants to believe.
if it was, then she probably would have abandoned zahir a long time ago. if it was, then she would have been strong enough to brave the world alone. she could have become a better woman. she could have become a lot of things.
"between my faith in this world and my faith in zahir...i can only hope that the latter will win out in the end." both of her beliefs exist simultaneously. it is a painful paradox, one that physis had been working so tirelessly to erase. she cannot deny either of these perspectives, but she can anoint hegemony for one. "you may be the end. i don't know, not yet."
that's the real reason why she puts up with this bastard, isn't it?
that pisses sophia off a little when he's the one who asked. at the same time, she tells herself that she should have expected it. he holds all the answers that he needs. he doesn't need hers.
maybe she should dump a jar of marmalade on his face or something, except that would be childish. sometimes, batin makes her forget that she's actually twenty-six years old.
nevertheless, a jar of marmalade appears on the counter. sophia eyes the jar thoughtfully.
she can't say much about batin's character, but sophia can say that he had a nice face. or rather, he had zahir's cute sleeping face, which afforded her some pause when she approached him with a jar of marmalade and a butter knife.