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
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… … … This was exceedingly strange. He had to assume this was, in fact, the Dream World, because he remembered getting into bed. However, this wasn’t at all like his usual brief flittings through the incorporeal realm. Raza was more prone to nightmares in any case, and his trips to this placid place were generally in very short snippits, like he had dipped in for a quick look around and then returned.
It was strange for other reasons as well. He’d come to in a rather nice suit, sitting at a table set for two, in a comfortably low-lit dining room. There was a dull murmur of voices and the clinking of silverware, yet he couldn’t make out the faces of anyone nearby - staring at them and willing himself to focus seemed to do the opposite. It would have been unsettling, were he not in an unusually serene state of mind. To his right was a huge window - or rather, the entirety of the wall was just one big glass plane, broken rhythmically by the slender metal that supported it. Outside it was dark, and the cityscape below glittered like jewels, for he seemed to be in some kind of high rise. Once more he noticed the odd block to details, for staring at the window in an attempt to discern how high they were yielded no results at all.
Completely bizarre. He was pretty sure he’d never had dreams like this one. Maybe he’d wandered into someone else’s? Finally, he turned his gaze to the place setting across from his own.
Xylon had never had a dream in which he was in a monkey suit before. The ranger certainly never had dreams that he was on a date. However, here he was, suddenly poofed on the other side of the table. Well, at least it seemed romantic. Kinda.
"I'm Xylon, eos ranger, and I have no idea why I seem to be on a date with you." Yeah, no idea. He was sorry.
6YCwGQua > 50 breadsticks appear < 50 someone comes and pushes their heads together for an oh-so-romantic-kiss < 50 tinkerbell is next to xylon. Blue
Raza wasn’t entirely surprised to see someone sitting across from him after all. It would be strange to be in such a…romantic setting alone. He blinked slowly, unphased, as the man introduced himself. In return, he tilted his head a bit in something of a seated bow. “Raza, also a Ranger. Pleasure to meet you.” He contemplated the last statement for a moment, face as blank as ever. “I suppose we’re in the dream world. I don’t ordinarily have dreams, so I can assure you this wasn’t my direct doing.” At least, he was fairly certain his subconscious didn’t desire a dinner date with a young man he’d never met before. Then again, perhaps the emotional ‘damage’ he suffered via Neo during his youth had turned him off of women? That would be rather unfortunate. Or perhaps not, since at this point dating others was about as far from his list of priorities as one could get.
Suddenly breadsticks appeared on the table, warm and fragrant. He pondered over how food could be so appetizing in a dream, but then again, it seemed this place was more real than he’d have thought possible. Of course, the brain often couldn’t tell reality from fiction within itself. “Since we are here, we might as well eat-” Well, he’d have liked to eat. But it would seem someone out there would rather his mouth be otherwise occupied. Their table was rather small, but the abrupt hand on the back of his head still forced him to lean rather fully over his side in order to meet what happened to be Xylon’s lips (who was suffering a similarly awkward shove forward).
Finally, his stoic façade broke, as both eyebrows arched rather high over his startled eyes. What in the…his first kiss and years and THIS was how it happened?
URI1ig0I < 50 = the kiss ends >50 = the kiss doesn’t end lol
1-35 = the kiss is really rather good! 36-65 = they bashed mouths rather than kissed (ouch) 66-100 = …was that tongue you little…!?
Let the record show that Xylon didn't kiss people, fuck yes, kiss no. And if he did - it wouldn't be like this. He was sure his chin was going to bruise, even though somehow... the other didn't pull way? Don't tell him that little ranger was enjoying himself? A masochist, maybe? Xylon broke the kiss.
His face was as stoic as it was when he began, he rubbed his chin. Ouch. "Well..." He didn't really know what to say. Everything was so awkward. Rather than talk, Xylon grabbed a breadstick and wolfed it down. Growing up in the wilds more or less, left Xylon with major improvement needs in his table manners. "Sorry?" He placed with one of his lip piercings, sucking on the end of it
"How old are you?" He asked, he didn't wanna go to jail for this or something.
Released from what was a rather painful, awkward kiss, Raza sat back in his seat. Ignoring the food for the moment, he looked around for the offending kiss-starter and…found no one. Was it a device of this dream then? …what sort of dream wanted two people to kiss? Puzzling over it (not that his again-blank face showed it), he returned his attention to his bruised dinner partner. The lack of table manners didn’t even blip on Raza’s radar. He couldn’t care less about things like that. “No need to apologize. The event seemed to have been orchestrated by this dream world.” He noted the piercing, pondered through a slow blink, and spoke again. “You did not cut yourself, I hope?” A+ Raza remembering how to (at least superficially) sound concerned. Maybe his old self came through easier in a dream. It was mostly subconscious, after all.
Plucking a bread stick off the plate for himself, he was a bit slow in answering the question. What an odd one to ask. His brain couldn’t understand the connections his companion had made to get to it, but he supposed in the end it didn’t matter. “I am nineteen, as I recall. And you?” May as well ask, since that seemed to be the topic of conversation. Soup then appeared, an appropriate second course…and then…music. Blinking, Raza slowly turned his gaze toward the ceiling, as if expecting the source of the music to be there. What…was that…? “…Unless I am mistaken, this dream world is trying very hard to create a romantic setting. I still do not understand why it is between the two of us, however.”
NjGlsxjt >50 Cresselia really wants a fluffy romance before they can leave (KISS, CUDDLE, DANCE YOU FOOLS) <50 Ok ok a one night stand might suffice. Damn brats…where’s the romance these days?? (there is a hotel room in your future)
GMOT ? (haha I am just making crap up, if you have better ideas for rolls I will gladly change mine orz)
Sorry for being so MIA! Life is hectic, and I'm moving. I should be good to go after about a week!
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Xylon had never had a dream in which he was in a monkey suit before. The ranger certainly never had dreams that he was on a date. However, here he was, suddenly poofed on the other side of the table. Well, at least it seemed romantic. Kinda. 
Raza wasn’t entirely surprised to see someone sitting across from him after all. It would be strange to be in such a…romantic setting alone. He blinked slowly, unphased, as the man introduced himself. In return, he tilted his head a bit in something of a seated bow.
Released from what was a rather painful, awkward kiss, Raza sat back in his seat. Ignoring the food for the moment, he looked around for the offending kiss-starter and…found no one. Was it a device of this dream then?
