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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apparetly, the anvil is supposed to give out weapons of legend. hisham got a beautiful arceus shield that turns water into wine. how fucking amazing is that???? hisham only laughed and praised his good fortune when he walked away with one. sometimes, life called for a good drink. especially when one was collecting badges and fighting against the scourge.
what a real family heirloon this shield would be.
hisham walks over to the avernus lake with his eevee and imagines a lake of wine. which for all intents and purposes, it is. he could turn the entire lake into wine if he wanted to, probably. except hisham had some shred of responsibility left in him, so he doesn't.
hisham sits down on the floor, and takes out his shield and collapsable travel cup. this ought to be good.
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Orwell camped at the shore of the lake, lurking in the shadows of the caverns. He hadn't felt like being seen, especially not while he slept.
From the waters, a quagsire stirred--his, and he assumed the dewgong was deeper below the surface. They enjoyed the water. It was the only reason they'd camped here. Smelling the wine, it approached Hisham.
<Quagsire!> it greeted.
"Don't mind him," Orwell said from out of the darkness, just to stave off any conflict. His eyes picked out Hisham, and his shield, and... a travel mug? "...Wine from a mug? Desperate times indeed."
he chuckles as he gives the quagsire a pat on the head. then he works on his next mug of wine. the first mug could have been better, could have been worse. hisham knows that avernus can do better than that.
hisham keeps a hand on the shield as his other hand scoops a cup of water from the lake. the water turns dark and begins to smell of fermented grapes.
Orwell was inclined to stay in his own dark place at first, because that was the sort of place where broody men liked to remain. Instead, he got up, and joined the stranger.
"A fancy toy," Orwell commented, gesturing to the shield. "You'd make more money from that than I do from breeding pokemon."
His only real memories of wine are recent. It was the drink of choice when having dinner with nurses, he'd learned. He suspects it the drink of choice when eating out for two in general, actually. He's not sure what it means when camping out for two.
In his past, he only has foggy memories of beer, vodka, and brandy. He suspects brandy was Kristoph's favorite. Wine is a strange substance to then both of them.
Orwell takes the mug and first a sip. He was no connoisseur, but it was decent. He took a longer draught and handed the mug back to Hisham.
in truth, he did see some entrepreneurial opportunity in the shield, but he'd need some time to mull it over. some time when he wasn't trying to get to bacchus on the demands on his desperate family members.
hisham doesn't have much of a choice now, but one day he will either inherit a kingdom or create his own. he's careful to write his history around the latter.
then again, the title of 'wine baron' didn't sound half bad. it's a pity that the quality of the wine wasn't near enough to put pomona out of business. "what brings you here, stranger?" he thinks that a mug of wine could be worth a name, at least.
hisham decides that the 18 wine isn't really worth it. it would be pretty crass to dispose of it in an aquatic habitat, however. he pours the rest of it on the rocks and scoops out another cup of water.
"Traveling to Nerio," Orwell answered. It's the same answer most people would give. There's not much in Di Manes Caverns, except restless spirits of the dead.
Orwell declined the shit wine, because he can smell the acidity from here. He's not an expert, but he's pretty sure that's paint stripper, not wine.
"Allow me." And why not? Orwell's luck had brought him this far. He took the mug and draw water from the river, bringing it back to Hisham for the shield to work its magic.
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"what a coincidence. i'm headed in that general direction as well." he holds out his hand. "i'm hisham mersault."
he can't help but feel the sting of betrayal when what comes out of orwell's attempt smells divine. "...how did you do that?" after all, the anvil weapon had been attuned to him.
"charmed." hisham is not disappointed at all when he takes a drink from the mug. he's been a longtime connaisseur, but this wine is really something else. "i can only pray that the results are from sheer luck and not a desparity in our character." he laughs. "no man from bacchus of all places ought to suffer this injustice"
except...he really wants to taste a mug of his own godly wine, so he finishes the mug and tries another scoop.
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"It's better than your last," Orwell said, as they passed this mug around too. This was what he was used to buying at restaurants where well-dressed people made him feel uncomfortable.
"Let's call it beginner's luck."
After this mug's drained too, Orwell retrieves water from the lake again, presenting the mug to Hisham for the shield.
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apparetly, the anvil is supposed to give out weapons of legend. hisham got a beautiful arceus shield that turns water into wine. how fucking amazing is that???? hisham only laughed and praised his good fortune when he walked away with one. sometimes, life called for a good drink. especially when one was collecting badges and fighting against the scourge.
Orwell camped at the shore of the lake, lurking in the shadows of the caverns. He hadn't felt like being seen, especially not while he slept.
