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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She dawdles, hands at her side still as she thinks, ever-diligent Madonna at her side waiting patiently. More patiently than Ahuda ever can, anyway. The girl nods, deciding, and the Mienfoo raises her head and looks at her ranger questioningly. Said ranger grins, revealing pearly white teeth as she straightens, walking a few paces from Madonna. "Hand to hand?" she asks, and the pokemon does not answer save for the bow that the human returns, both sliding into a defensive stance. It is unconventional, it is violent, the Mienfoo has the advantage of more training than Ahuda's ever put in but the girl has height as an advantage.
The other trainers in the center glance through the mirror of the private room that the peculiar new ranger has reserved and wonder why it looks like the two are dancing.
He's not here for the first time ever in his life, but it is with Elysia in tow. With patience he explains to her what he wants to do, and with the air of one who is simply humoring him the Absol sets to work on the grass under the shifting colors of the Dream World, mowing them down with extreme prejudice. It's harder than it looks - Razor Wind needs a lot of concentration to wield it effectively - but she finishes just fine. She raises an eyebrow at Raphael when she does, silently asking if that's all he wants her to do for the day, and if she wasted her time for nothing, regardless of the uniform blades of grass behind her.
The researcher makes her play chess with him for that.
The little charmander she's found is a shy little thing, unwilling to trust anyone because of his fire's tendency to go out of control when he's upset, but he's finally calmed down and trusts Ahuda enough to follow her into the room she's reserved in the training center. He looks around with interest, even plodding towards the little treadmill in the corner. Ahuda observes him from the wall, leaning against it with a thoughtful air. Madonna's declined the offer of practice - probably for those medical books that she's gotten hooked to, she mused - and had suggested that Ares be the one to come instead. Ahuda had agreed with that, and so here they were.
Ares looks back at the ranger with a questioning air. He still doesn't trust himself to speak yet.
Ahuda makes him sing karaoke. While dodging the bean bags she threw at him.
Hey, nobody had ever said she had to use normal methods of training with her pokemon.
There's a lot of pokemon that Raph has managed to collect or buy over the past few days - he's a researcher, and hey, pokemon are pokemon - but Noma is different from the others. She's eager to work, she's eager to learn, and with Elysia's blessing Raph takes her to the training center. With any luck, she might become a part of his permanent 6-pokemon team, and he's going to have to train her until she can at least hold her own against his Absol.
Turns out, that's harder than it looks, and Raph gives up and hands her a Jenga set instead. Hopefully, she can at least get somewhere before the whole wooden-block tower comes down collapsing on her.
With a sigh Verte crouches down, coming to eye level with her Zorua. She's new, they're both new, and the trainer has never had the chance to work with a Zorua before. Athena merely hops back into her arms when they're low enough, and sighing again Verte sits down completely and strokes the top of her pokemon's head. "We really should be training, you know," she says to her, who simply ignores the trainer and starts to burrow into her stomach to sleep. Verte's response is to lie down completely and let Athena snooze on her, hindering her breaths but the floor's comfortable and she's been so tired and sleep has been an intangible thing lately -
They both fall asleep, destroyed wooden blocks abused by countless scratches scattered around them.
The Hoothoot flies through the course epically, dodging this way and that, spinning in loop-de-loops enough to make any flying-type jealous. He zigs and zags, none of the attacks can even touch him, and whoa, watch that pokemon go! He's the fastest, he's the strongest, he's the best -
- and the mighty is cut down by a mortal wound to the back! Woe is he! Sound the trumpets, all ye who hear! Mourn for the greatest Hoothoot who ever lived! Sing songs about his prowress, tell tales about his bravery -
Verte shakes her head at her Hoothoot, who is on the floor mock-writhing. Really, what's gotten into him today? she thinks, and aims her marshmallow sniper gun at the pokemon again. If he won't stop messing around, she'd simply use him for target practice. That'd certainly get him moving around the aerial agility course again.
Today he was working with a new pokemon. He'd bought the small thing as an egg, and now that it was hatched Raph wasn't sure if he perferred it in the baby stages.
Honestly, he would have less of a headache that way.
< and what's that? > the curious Ralts asked, and the researcher sighed as he scrubbed a hand over his face. He'd conjured a fairly standard training room, with his own touches in it - the same exact one he'd been using for all of his other pokemon. Perhaps when they were a bit stronger he could put in agility courses or at least something akin to their own natural surroundings, but until then he intended to train them here.
"That's a treadmill," he replied, and looked to his psychic pokemon. She didn't even glance at him as she went onto inspect another piece of equipment.
< this? >
"A clipboard."
A moment of silence, a hum, and then the inevitable: < hey, what's this? it's really cool! >
They needed training. They both knew it. So Ahuda conjured up a favorite training field of theirs - a rock platform large enough for a salamence to land on with open air surrounding them, over twenty feet up in the air and a long way down. For any other pokemon and trainer the field might have been an unconventional one; yet for Ahuda and Madonna, it was a common sight.
A moment, two, three. Then the air filled with clashes of metal, as Ahuda tried sparring with a spear similar to the one the anvil had given her, with her partner using a metal staff.
Sometimes she liked having hands-on training with her pokemon.
Today it was Bagon's turn to train. Verte had had to think about this training session for a few moments - she hadn't worked with anything like it before, it had always been her siblings' jobs - until she came up with an idea.
The bagon wasn't really that thrilled to be left with a hole in the ground and only a vague instruction from its trainer: "fill it." He had no clue how to accomplish that, for Arceus' sake! He was only a bagon! He wasn't a water-type pokemon, he didn't have water-type moves to fill a hole!
...wait a minute.
From where Verte watched with a glass of lemonade, Bagon used hydro pump to fill up the stone-lined hole that she'd had made, and she smiled as she leaned back further into her lawn chair. She'd let him swim in it as a reward later; the summer sun she'd made here was getting hot.
She dawdles, hands at her side still as she thinks, ever-diligent Madonna at her side waiting patiently. More patiently than Ahuda ever can, anyway. The girl nods, deciding, and the Mienfoo raises her head and looks at her ranger questioningly. Said ranger grins, revealing pearly white teeth as she straightens, walking a few paces from Madonna. "Hand to hand?" she asks, and the pokemon does not answer save for the bow that the human returns, both sliding into a defensive stance. It is unconventional, it is violent, the Mienfoo has the advantage of more training than Ahuda's ever put in but the girl has height as an advantage. 
He's not here for the first time ever in his life, but it is with Elysia in tow. With patience he explains to her what he wants to do, and with the air of one who is simply humoring him the Absol sets to work on the grass under the shifting colors of the Dream World, mowing them down with extreme prejudice. It's harder than it looks - Razor Wind needs a lot of concentration to wield it effectively - but she finishes just fine. She raises an eyebrow at Raphael when she does, silently asking if that's all he wants her to do for the day, and if she wasted her time for nothing, regardless of the uniform blades of grass behind her.
The little charmander she's found is a shy little thing, unwilling to trust anyone because of his fire's tendency to go out of control when he's upset, but he's finally calmed down and trusts Ahuda enough to follow her into the room she's reserved in the training center. He looks around with interest, even plodding towards the little treadmill in the corner. Ahuda observes him from the wall, leaning against it with a thoughtful air. Madonna's declined the offer of practice - probably for those medical books that she's gotten hooked to, she mused - and had suggested that Ares be the one to come instead. Ahuda had agreed with that, and so here they were.
There's a lot of pokemon that Raph has managed to collect or buy over the past few days - he's a researcher, and hey, pokemon are pokemon - but Noma is different from the others. She's eager to work, she's eager to learn, and with Elysia's blessing Raph takes her to the training center. With any luck, she might become a part of his permanent 6-pokemon team, and he's going to have to train her until she can at least hold her own against his Absol.
With a sigh Verte crouches down, coming to eye level with her Zorua. She's new, they're both new, and the trainer has never had the chance to work with a Zorua before. Athena merely hops back into her arms when they're low enough, and sighing again Verte sits down completely and strokes the top of her pokemon's head. "We really should be training, you know," she says to her, who simply ignores the trainer and starts to burrow into her stomach to sleep. Verte's response is to lie down completely and let Athena snooze on her, hindering her breaths but the floor's comfortable and she's been so tired and sleep has been an intangible thing lately - 
The Hoothoot flies through the course epically, dodging this way and that, spinning in loop-de-loops enough to make any flying-type jealous. He zigs and zags, none of the attacks can even touch him, and whoa, watch that pokemon go! He's the fastest, he's the strongest, he's the best - 
Today he was working with a new pokemon. He'd bought the small thing as an egg, and now that it was hatched Raph wasn't sure if he perferred it in the baby stages. 
Today it was Bagon's turn to train. Verte had had to think about this training session for a few moments - she hadn't worked with anything like it before, it had always been her siblings' jobs - until she came up with an idea. 
