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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Kaz can feel his stomach twist as he imagines Vera trying to rip a Scourge Pokemon to shreds. She was so timid, so unsure, and yet the Vullaby's beak looked more like the tip of a blade as she lunged relentlessly at an apple. When the time came, Vera would not be able to do to them what they would do to her. She turned to her rookie trainer, a hopeful gleam in her harsh, amber eyes. "Good job!" he did not sound convincing -- it was his own paralyzing fear catching up to him as he hopelessly ran toward the Scourge. Kaz could no longer say that he was just going to run about, not with the pressure of protecting a region on his back. He sighed. He was in the Dream World, not staring down a zombie.
They were only practicing on apples, anyway. The Scourge were a long ways away. Vera turned back to the apple and pecked at it some more.
The thing that really appealed to Kaz about the Dream World was that it readily accommodated to his wants. That was probably what most people liked about it, but the best part was that it was accommodating to what he needed. Vera needed some more stamina if she ever planned on making through a battle, and it was hard to train her because she couldn't really fly due to a somewhat fruitless egg shell around her waste. So she needed to run, and she needed to run fast.
Kaz idly chewed on the cap of his pen as he watched his Vullaby run the track, her small, undeveloped talons carrying her as quickly as they could. She hopped and fluttered for very brief stretches -- mainly on the straightaways, as they were easier -- until she returned to her starting point. "Well," Kaz sounded hopeful. "It was better than last time!"
Lake ran around like a Torchic with its head cut off. The Wooper was always bursting with energy, ready to take on whatever it was that stood in his way. There were, of course, smarter Wooper out there, one's that had the slightest idea as to what they were doing. He could follow orders in battle, sure, but more often than not, Lake created more problems for himself as he tried to fix the previous ones. The poor little Pokemon didn't seem to mind either. He was content just running around, feeling the wind against his face. Apparently, now wasn't training time.
Kaz idly rested against a tree, hopelessly waiting for his Pokemon to calm down enough to actually do something productive.
Abraham fidgeted as he stood with unease, tapping the butt of his pen against the notepad he held in front of him. On it were handwritten notes and diagrams displayed to perfection, designs of his Bagon that looked as though they took hours to create. He'd made instructions on how Odin should move and attack. "No, no, push with your left foot, not your right." he impatiently moaned, petting his Bagon gently. "You'll want to generate as much force as possible, and by your stance, it's better to use the other foot." Odin looked unimpressed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from his handler.
Abraham chuckled and mimicked the eye roll, throwing his hands up in the air and releasing the pen and paper. "You know what, just do it however you want." Reverse psychology? Perhaps. The Bagon bodied up in front of a Rattata dummy, jumping toward it and clenching down on the thing's face. He'd used his right foot.
Kaz was there with Lake again, this time more annoyed than the last. He'd managed to find an actual lake in the Dream World, which he liked to think he'd conjured himself, and wanted Lake to be able to have some time practicing in the water. Aware that his Pokemon was a native to the water, Kaz thought that his Pokemon deserved some time swimming. They could practice combat later. So for a while, he smiled on at his Pokemon as he enjoyed the cool water.
That was three hours ago.
"Maybe I should just jump in, drown, and end this." what sounded sarcastic was actually contemplated for a moment, as the dream would end if he 'died.' Kaz decided against it, not wanting to go through the trouble. He pulled out his cgear and fiddled with it, only to be shot with a beam of water. Lake waded near the edge, a big, dopey smile on his face. Kaz shook his head, bemused. At least he was practicing Water Gun.
Who knew the Dream World could be so hot. Abraham leaned himself against a tree, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead, his Bagon standing at his feet. The dragon reached out for him , attempting to touch his leg, but Abraham resisted, darting around the tree and off to another one about 30 yards away. He would not be 'it.'
Odin wasn't the fastest of Pokemon, so Abraham figured that the best way to get him to speed up would be to play tag or something. The idea was a joke at first, but the more he got to thinking about it, the better the option seemed to be when compared to other ideas. He was holding himself up now only by resting his hands on his knees, his eyes searching for the Bagon. Odin was nowhere to be seen -- he must have been tired. Abraham took comfort in this observation and let his eyes fall to the ground, studying the grass below him lazily. It was green, seemed to be the only thing he could come up with under the plague of the hot sun. He would do his future research in mild areas.
There was a tug on his jeans, and Abraham let out a moan. Wherever Odin had come from, he'd caught him. The Bagon stumbled off, taunting him with a chuckle. Abraham chased after him regretfully.
This time was different from the others. Kaz had returned with a drive that wasn't there before, one that he knew he needed. Without a stronger team, the young trainer knew that he would not survive. The Amberwell had been a fluke -- had it not been for Thalia, he and Ahuda would probably be dead, and so would his team.
Kaz kept a watchful eye on Lake as the Wooper sprayed his Water Gun at a tree trunk, shooting in bursts at different heights of the oak's base. Kaz yawned.
Abraham wanted to be ready, unlike Kaz. He wasn't a risk-taker, he wasn't capable of just going with the flow. Quite the opposite, in fact. The researcher stared at his Bagon as Odin practiced Bite. Again. The Bagon heard something about angles and projectory, again, but it was white noise to him.
Odin huffed and stormed away, his trainer following him closely. "Where're you going? We aren't done here! We have to perfect this!"We. The Bagon turned, glaring at his trainer before marching passed him with determination. Odin launched himself with the power stored in his stubby little legs and came down on the ground with a force much stronger than any Bite. The grass before Abraham was destroyed, nothing but dirt and char. The researcher looked on at the Bagon.
There were a lot of things that Abraham expected to happen on his journey. He knew that he would, at some point, fight the scourge. He knew that he would lose. He knew that he would meet new friends. What he didn't know was that his Cleffa would not be intimidated by him, but horrified. This was Illua's first training experience with Abraham, and, evidently, he was harsher now than he was when they were just exploring. "I'm sorry, Illua!" chasing her didn't work. No, it only scared her more. "Just try one more time!"
They'd been attempting to jump over a stump, which, apparently, was more difficult than it seemed. In Abraham's mind, being as small as a Cleffa was a huge disadvantage. She'd need to be able to move nimbly and lithely in order to dodge attacks that huge Pokemon would wipe her from existence with. The first time, however, she fell. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't pretty, either. Illua cried, Abraham got frustrated, and then Illua cried some more. Abraham needed a new approach.
"Okay, if you don't want to, forget about the big prize." his voice lingered with the last word, drawing it out to make it sound cliche and mysterious. It, of course, worked on the young Cleffa, who seemed to be more than intrigued. She was as young as she seemed, and while it was helpful in this moment, it worried Abraham. What would happen when they were in battle? When she couldn't just stop, because they were no longer playing? It would be real life soon, and Odin wouldn't be able to take on every single opponent. There were going to be type disadvantages, that was a fact, and Illua was going to be a strong Clefable one day. That is, if she could learn to deal with the pain.
And then she jumped up with ease, seemingly toying with her trainer the entire time. Abraham rolled his eyes and pulled a mint out of his pocket, tossing it to the little sneak regretfully. She grabbed it with a look of mischief.
