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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Her training with Ares was behind. Ahuda knew that. She also needed training in hotter environments, as much as she loved the cool days. She knew that. So she conjured up a desert, gave Ares a countdown, and then started hunting him down with a super soaker in a game of tag.
Just because she needed to acclimate with warm weather didn't mean that she would completely give up her beloved water. And her charmeleon needed the speed training anyway.
...i am running out of ideas.
Mareep was horribly behind the others. Verte needed to train him up, fast. So she decided to throw the sheep-like pokemon in a pool and make him do laps.
It... wasn't working out very well. Verte theorized that it was the wool weighing the pokemon down. "Come on!" she shouted at the flailing pokemon, who shot her a dirty look. "You have a type advantage! You can't use it properly if you can't survive even a bit of water!"
The Mareep swimming in the kiddie's pool only glared at her further.
(mareep +6)
He really did need to visit the training center more often, Raph mused as he watched Noma run on the treadmill. They weren't gaining levels or even training at all if they weren't. But dream-sleep was hard to come by these days, and it wasn't like he would even drift off into the Dream World if he did get any. Most of the time, he drifted around in that black space between worlds. Ah, well, that was before, and this was now, and the researcher sighed as he stopped the timer.
"Nine seconds off your last time," he said to the Gible's satisfaction, before he continued mercilessly. "But still twelve above your goal. Do it again."
Groaning his pokemon complied, turning on the treadmill and starting to run, trying to finish a kilometer within the given time. Raph sighed, before giving in after two more tries and handing her pokepuffs. At least she'd tried.
the floor was darkness. the walls were darkness. everything was darkness. by all accounts, athena should have been impossible to find. this was her element; today's training room was designed for her advantages in mind. by all means, verte shouldn't have been winning. but she was.
there was a flash of light, which the zorua skittered away from. it wasn't fast enough, however, and soon she was caught in that damn beam of light. "got you again," floated somewhere above her, and as the light clicked off and a countdown began athena scrambled off again.
contrary to popular belief, flaaffy are not ordinary sheep. nooooo, flaaffy are sheep with feelings. feelings that apparently are not taken into account during training, because this was the furthest thing from anything flaaffy wants to do for "speed training."
it watches in terror as its trainer ducks behind the wall separating the safezone from the training zone and put on sunglasses.
it's that time of year again, when dream people gather for the fabled Hoothoot Hunt. it starts with a released hoothoot, chased by people armed with guns.
the stage: a training room filled with obstacles, both on the ground and in the air, set to mimic a forest.
the players: hoothoot, the sacrifice, and the blond-haired, green-eyed woman at the head of the hunting party.
the audience: five assorted pokemon here for the experience and entertainment at the sacrifice of others.
it's not fair that while her other pokemon are strong, or can at least handle themselves against bagon, dewott, or combusken, little ralts can't. but the world is not fair, and the scourge, even less so. nevertheless, verte finds herself working privately with the little psychic pokemon today, working to get her up to speed.
mist rolls underneath verte's feet as flickers of a small pokemon dances at the edge of her vision. he keeps moving in and out of sight, and when she turns around he's gone.
she smiles.
when the lights come back fully on instead of the twilight mode it had been set to, it reveals paint-splattered walls and an equally colorful ralts. "still not good enough," verte calls out, and switches out the cartridge in her paint gun for another color. "let's do it again."
the lights dim right before the ralts makes an audible groan.
today two of her pokemon are training together. combusken is trying to hit kirlia with double kick while the psychic pokemon keeps teleporting. verte ends up having to ban kirlia from teleporting, until it's a fairly even match.
of course, it doesn't help that the double team is confusing combusken to hell and back. not to mention the peanut gallery, holding up signs 1-10 for every move delivered. honestly, sometimes verte feels like she's not a trainer but a daycare worker.
kirlia had evolved into a gardevoir. that's good news. what isn't, however, is that combusken is disgruntled that the psychic-type had gotten there first. really, what is the competition between these two all about?
verte can only sigh as they throw magical leaf and ember at each other, and hope that they'll grow out of it.
until then, she'll stay here out of the crossfire, thank you very much.
i wasn't awarded levels the last two times but YOU ALL CAN'T STOP MEEEEEE
considering the damage last time, verte brings instead gardevoir and leafeon. battling against the scourge a second time has shown her just how much her pokemon need to get stronger, and it repeats a mantra that the d'verte family has told her her entire life. power is everything. never back down. never bow to another.
recently, she finds herself believing more and more in that mantra.
regardless, she watches her pokemon battle with passive eyes, only interrupting with a nerf gun in the midst of moonblasts and shadow balls.
noma is close to evolving. ten, twenty or so levels away, but that's a good thing. the recent agreement with sammy to move on together, and advance in experience together, simply urges him to train harder with his pokemon, as much as that will set back his research.
he won't be weak again. not with someone depending on him for support, to have her back.
he directs the gabite to attack the practice dummies with dragon claw, and when he's sure that she's good and settled, he digs out a practice bow and starts shooting on the in-house range.