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.
swarms
GRAND OPENING !
Welcome to KOHAKU REGION's grand opening! If you're interested in joining, come check out our grand opening giveaway!
“You so are.” Felizia (in)sincerely hoped that somehow the Pokeball decided that it was broken or otherwise and would not work. Because that would be even funnier than the last time.
he went over and picked up the damn ball, looking at it for a moment before sighing and tucking it away into a side bag. recalling apate but leaving elysia out, raph turned to the woman and her rather (reluctantly) helpful pokemon. "you call getting beaten by a wild pokemon nothing?" he asked, irritated.
dizzy (i might have felt bad for raph, if this was a better day. but i'm not. so i'll just go over there and snicker.)
It was the first time in a long time that someone had actually called Felizia out on anything, so of course she was caught off-guard and needed a moment to let the accusatory words sink in.
Then she was angry. Somehow she managed to hold it in. Sort of.
“I’m sorry, did you miss the part where I said that my Pokemon didn’t fight?” she snapped. “And I’m a breeder – what kind of help were you honestly expecting? Did you want me to send out some alluring Pokemon to distract it?”
"from my experience, breeders also have terrifyingly powerful pokemon, not just pretty ones." meeting someone like grayson, or buying one of his eggs, gave you that point of view on life.
“Because it would have been so fair to that Electabuzz if I’d—” A yawn escaped, ugh. “—sent my one out to knock it out with one punch.” The wild Pokemon hadn’t been scourge. There was no reason to be that ruthless with it.
Frankly, Felizia was annoyed that it had even been implied. Weren’t researchers supposed to really like Pokemon or something - enough to get past the temptation of curbstomping a wild one?
Raph is always welcome to defend his pride. It just wasn’t going to do much to make Felizia see the error of her ways.
“Um, hello?” she gestured at her Mankey. “What do you think he’s doing out here? Not to mention that my poor Antila was almost knocked out helping you.” She jabbed her finger before his chest.
Which brought her back to why she didn’t want the Sandile to help out in the first place. Jeez, it was so obvious - how did Neville not understand this?
Right, how dare Felizia not use her superhero reflexes and defend Raph’s pretty face from the Pokeball.
“Because I thought you could handle it.” Felizia crossed her arms and smirked. “But I guess a terrifying Pokemon from this warehouse is too much for a strong guy like you.”
The Mankey mimicked Felizia’s movements (not because it agreed; it just liked to mimic her) and jeered openly at Raph (jeering was another thing it liked doing).
And you know what her superpower is? Super usefulness!
“Aren’t all Pokemon in training?” Felizia fired back. It took a very long time and a very high level before a little Pocket Monster could stop training. “Some researcher you are.”
Another yawn escaped and Felizia looked around. “Where’d the exit go?”
The Mankey, of course, continued to jeer. It lived a simple life.