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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Immediately, the smell of salt flooded Kaz's senses as his eyes fluttered open. It reminded him of the time he'd gone out fishing with one of his mother's boyfriends; he realized that he was on a boat. Sitting up, Kaz began to process the gentle sloshing of waves below. He had been right. Why had his dreams sent him here?
He was standing by now, moving toward the side of the cutter. The boat was very serviceable -- small -- but serviceable. The white sail above him reminded Kaz of a big sign for surrender. He wondered what he'd been surrendering to. Suddenly, something else caught his attention: a table set for two, sitting right in the center of the deck. Had he been drugged? Was this some kind of drug dream? Pacing slowly, Kaz surveyed the table, approaching it. It was conveniently candle-lit, giving off a faint source of heat and light on the clear, warm evening. Everything was so romantic, even he could not deny that simple fact. Perhaps somewhere in the depths of his mind he was playing a sick joke on himself for being single.
Kaz pulled himself away from the table, find his way to the port-side of the ship once more. He examined the water, which was eerily calm and clear as could be. As for the boat's actual surroundings, Kaz found nothing nearby. He was utterly alone. Blue
Kaz was not, perhaps, as alone as he thought. Or rather, he probably thought he was alone for a much greater period of time than was realistic simply due to his ‘companion’ not speaking up. Not that Krishna ever ‘spoke up’.
His eyes had popped open to stare at way too much blue. What the hell, what sort of dream was this? Blue? That’s it? Shit man. He then felt himself tilt almost startlingly to one side, and then the other, and finally his reasoning caught up to his dreamed surroundings. A fuckin’ boat! Crazy. He’d never even been on a boat. This was pretty cool. He looked around with avid interest, hands sliding into the pockets of his hoodie in a characteristic gesture he didn’t even think about anymore. He noticed the other guy long before he himself was noticed. Something told him this was the only other person on the boat, which was probably totally unrealistic in real life, but hell this was a dream. He knew better than to question any of this wiggy in-your-mind-but-not shit.
Slipping off his shoes, he padded silently up behind his brown haired friend, wondering how best to ‘greet’ his fellow dreamer. He sincerely wanted to push him over the railing just to see how the dream reacted to THAT, but if the guy woke up he’d end up on this boat in the middle of nowhere by himself. Talk about a really lame dream. Instead, he settled for reaching out and poking Kaz in the sides with both hands out of nowhere, a wide smirk already on his face. Tame really, given the possibilities.
"Ah fu-!" Kaz realized that he was not alone, not at all, according to the sharp pain he felt in his side. His body jerked, and the trainer turned too quickly to face his assailant. He looked smug, not that Kaz expected otherwise. "What the hell, man?!" Kaz shoved Krishna in frustration, attempting to launch him toward the table that had presumably been set for the two of them. He probably didn't get very far, but the blood from the lacerations on broken glass would really go well with the red of the roses.
His heart was racing, the thumping reaching his ears as he ran a hand through his hair. Kaz was too busy trying to get his heart rate under control to even look to see his Krishna was okay. Kaz hoped he hadn't caused any injury, even if a small corner of his mind was crossings its metaphorical fingers for a gory result. The thumping was subsiding by then, and Kaz could feel his heart slowing. He supposed that he felt bad enough to apologize. "Is this your dream, then?" Rather, Kaz bit his tongue and looked at the romantic setup once more. One of the candles had been blown out by a breeze, only to be reignited. That was one of the minute feats of the Dream World. It was kind of neat if you got passed the whole first date with a dude thing. "Because it sure isn't mine." Blue
How sad, the guy wasn’t ticklish. Well, at least not on his ribs. Krishna was already laughing silently, shoulders trembling, when the man decided to shove him. That only seemed to make his silent laughter go up an octave. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, even as he stumbled backward and hid the table with a rattle. Honestly, Kaz and Krishna had to be of similar sizes, frame wise, but it was clear Krishna handled himself like somebody who’d been in more than one fight. He didn’t so much lose his balance as choose to ride the momentum backward a bit, and in the end no table was upturned, nothing was broken, and nobody was bleeding.
Grinning, he stayed leaning against the table, a strange man in nothing but a hoodie and loose jeans, still barefoot after his sneaky approach. At the question, he glanced over his shoulder, and then snorted, shoulders shuddering with silent chuckles once again. Finally, he pulled out his Cgear and began typing on it, before holding it up. It was too far for Kaz to see, and so Krishna casually crooked a finger in a very clear ‘come hither’ sort of motion, smirk on his face.
At any rate, the message read as follows: shit no this aint my dream. i couldnt be this romantic if i tried. names Krishna. you shove like a wurmple
Kaz's lack of childhood fighting became apparent as Krishna absorbed his lashing out at him with ease. He didn't seem much bigger, but Krishna was looking like a tougher type in general. Kaz wasn't sheltered, but he wasn't this guy. Not that it mattered to him.
Kaz didn't notice that his mouth was half-opened as he watched Krishna laugh at him. Well, kind of laugh at him. It looked like something between a suppressed laugh and an attempt to loosen his shoulders. Perhaps that was just his laugh, but it annoyed the already embarrassed Kaz even more. Kaz tried to drop the whole thing -- he knew that trying to defend himself would only lead to more silent ridicule, and waking himself up from the dream would probably require drowning or something. Instead, he approached Krishna slowly, eyebrows pinched in confusion. Krishna had been playing with his c-gear idly, apparently typing something out. Kaz rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." he retorted, his voice carrying on into some kind of disapproving mutter that ended up sounding childlike to defend his honor. It wasn't really worth it, not when he'd get another rude text. "So what's your issue? Can't talk? Won't talk?" his stare at the screen lifted up to Krishna's eyes, fluttering away quickly toward the base of the sail. Again, he wondered what had brought the two of them onto that boat. Blue
At that response, Krishna grinned and simply flashed Kaz the middle finger. He thrived on being a pain in the ass. Especially when the other person made it so damned easy. The fact the other man was obviously miffed caused Krishna a great deal of amusement.
Finally though, he just shrugged at the question, c-gear dangling out of one hand rather haphazard. Swinging around, he scooted out a chair with one bare foot and then flopped into it, looking with interest over the food. Seemed he was going to take advantage of the meal, however romantically inclined it was. He then glanced up at Kaz, one eybrow arched over devious eyes. He typed into his c-gear and held it up.
you gonna sit down, or do i need to pull the chair out for you, wurmple princess?
Kaz could only sigh one of those annoyed, yet humored sighs. It was really the only thing that Krishna could elicit from Kaz, who was really quite stunned by the fact that he was actually mute. He'd never met any one who was mute before. Probably wouldn't meet another, either. There was a plus about the dream world.
Kaz's eyes followed Krishna's smooth movements as he took his seat at their romantic dinner, making Kaz feel all the weirder. He raised an eyebrow at the guy, as if to ask why he was even sitting at all. Not that the dinner was cursed or anything -- it was just that he'd be more comfortable if it weren't candlelit or decorated with roses. Leaning forward, Kaz squinted to read the message that Krishna had for him. He couldn't help but stifle a smirk. "Yeah. Please. Being the princess, I feel like that's just good manners." his arms crossed as he waited to be served, unaware that he was playing right into the scenario that had been set for them. Blue
Krishna threw his head back and laughed - albeit silently. It seemed that not being able to make sound hadn’t dampened his body language one bit. Setting the cgear down, Krishna obligingly stood and swept around to the other side of the cozy little table. Pulling out the chair with flourish, he waited for Kaz to be seated, and then pushed in his chair. And then some, squishing the other man just a bit. Just one glance would find him smirking, shoulders quivering in his silent chuckling.
Plopping back into his chair, he wasted no time in stabbing a piece of some kind of fancy meat product. He cared for little else than how it tasted (and being that this was a dream, it tasted pretty fucking awesome). Chewing thoughfully, he took to typing again, one edge of his lips turned in a perpetual show of devious amusement.
how much do you want to bet there's a big bed down below waiting for us. with fuckin' roses. if i'm right we ought to take advantage of it <3
It was like hanging out with a mime. Or one of those robots that stood out on the street. Albeit strange, Kaz found him entertaining, bemused as the man (he didn't know his name) pulled his chair out with such grandeur. Kaz paid no mind to him as he sat down, eying the food in front of him like a predator. He didn't know that he could actually feel hunger in his dreams. Perhaps it was just the smell that caused his stomach to growl softly. The filet in front of him looked incredible, enough so for Kaz to cut into it. His head shook as he chuckled, seeing that it was even done the way he liked it: medium-rare. The Dream World was truly phenomenal.
After another few moments, Kaz grew used to the silence, now that he expected it. He focused more on the steak, choosing to avoid watching the other guy eat. Kaz wasn't stuck up, but he was mindful of his manners. It was just courtesy, not that he really cared that a full grown man was biting into whatever he had.
Kaz looked up from his meal to find the cgear in his face. He hated that he needed glasses, squinting to read the text once more. Unsure of the seriousness of the message, Kaz rolled his eyes playfully, nodding along over-enthusiastically. "Buy a guy a drink first!"
"Is this how you are with women? Does this work for you?" Blue [i'm so sorry blue it's been a long week qq]
Again Krishna broke into a fit of silent laughter, and at the end of it he had to wipe the corners of his eyes. This guy was a riot! He liked him already! Man he’d been mostly teasing, but it didn’t take much for him to actually consider banging someone, and Kaz was a step closer to that now. Thank god his sense of humor seemed to be waking up, otherwise this would not be nearly as amusing. And what good was a boring dream??
He typed quickly enough and again held the cgear out for his companion.
i will conjure you up any fucking drink you want if that's all it takes. and come on, what makes you think i limit myself to women? this is how i am with everyone. though i gotta admit it's never been this convenient before. i swear if there really is a bed down there, we HAVE to have a tussle
Smirking then, he flexed his mental muscle to come up with some alcohol.
_Bip0ubZ 1-35 = a nice bottle of wine 36-65 = a couple of beers 66-100 = hard liquor
He wasn't sure if the kind-of-laugh thing that the guy did was creepy or endearing. For one, at least he found Kaz funny (unless it was a sarcastic chuckle), an opinion a lot of people really didn't seem to share. He was damn funny. But then again, the response was still kind of strange and unsettling.
His eyes danced across the lines of text, his sense of unease climbing with each syllable. Things were getting familiar; he was not his mother's son, he would not be some kind of loose man, if such a thing existed. Instead, he felt his lips tugged downward, tired of keeping themselves taut in a smile. He found himself fixating on the sail of the boat, doing all that he could to try and avoid the awkward mess that this was. Keeping his eyes lifted was hard as the smell of wine drifted toward him, so alluring. Instead, he forced a small grin and glanced at Krishna with a look of curiosity. "Good to know." Kaz grabbed the bottle by the neck and poured it, the faint smell of grapes taking him back to his old life at the vineyard. Blue
Kaz was not, perhaps, as alone as he thought. Or rather, he probably thought he was alone for a much greater period of time than was realistic simply due to his ‘companion’ not speaking up.
How sad, the guy wasn’t ticklish. Well, at least not on his ribs. Krishna was already laughing silently, shoulders trembling, when the man decided to shove him.
At that response, Krishna grinned and simply flashed Kaz the middle finger. He thrived on being a pain in the ass. Especially when the other person made it so damned easy. The fact the other man was obviously miffed caused Krishna a great deal of amusement.
Krishna threw his head back and laughed - albeit silently. It seemed that not being able to make sound hadn’t dampened his body language one bit. Setting the cgear down, Krishna obligingly stood and swept around to the other side of the cozy little table.
