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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Cresselia wasn’t a realistic shipper no matter what it thought.
But Felizia didn’t even have an inkling that some legendary Pokemon had arranged some strange blind date. All she knew was that she was standing in front of the sweetest picnic she had ever seen. There were hearts on the basket, everything was pink and red and white, and everything looked incredibly sweet.
It made her feel a little nauseous. What kind of dream was she having here? Oh dear lord, it better not be the start of one of those ones. How embarrassing. Felizia could feel a blush spread over her cheeks and she was thankful that her skin wasn’t transparent enough to show it off.
Well, there was nothing for it. Felizia sat down and began to inspect the available food and… ew, was that champagne. Since when did her dreams have champagne in them? Something was up.
Then she heard footsteps behind her. And since this was a dream and there was nothing to lose, Felizia decided that she might as well take the piss and use a horrible pickup line she wouldn’t dream of saying to a real person. She turned and with a wide grin said, “Hey babe, let’s make like a Super Rod and—oh! No! What the—?!”
#@$% that was a real person. Not only that, but it was that angry ginger girl too!
“What the hell are you doing in my dream you creeper?”
Oh how fate had a funny sense of humor. Nix has found herself waking up on soft warm grass and with a breeze blowing over her softly, it seemed really lovely. She knew there was a reason she was here and so she found herself sitting up and looking around simply to look like she was doing something and not just sitting on the grass like a bit of a prat. Her eyes snapped to a hill beside her and there seemed to be an old leaning tree atop it and a figure there too, seemed a good place to start.
She picked herself and found herself wishing she had someone like ickle or tommy here beside her, she didnt like being in this world alone. Though she could hear movement up head which filled her with hope and she moved quicker up the hill until she was met but a face she knew, "please be kidding, please be kidding" she all but growled as she laid eyes on the other girl. " Yea, because i would totally chose to come in here and see you because it was just so much fun last time" she snapped back as soon was words here thrown at her and she could already feel her hands curing up tightly, well the place around the other girl was nice enough but she was just a little higher than scum to her
Like Cresselia, “fate” overestimated itself. There was no way this was funny. Not at all. Not to these two.
“Yeah, talking to you was such a blast,” Felizia snapped back at the girl’s own snapped comment, and made sure it was sarcastic. Their meeting was young and Felizia felt the need to one-up the Night girl. “Make like a Rattata, Gingy, and Run Away.” Of course, as anyone decent would have done, Felizia made a dismissing motion with her hand. “You’re ruining the scenery.”
With that, Felizia turned back to her picnic. Yes, it was her picnic now. Sharing be damned. Felizia didn’t want to catch anything off the girl, like, say, a disease that compelled you to spill out every emotion you had ever felt.
Hah. That was clever. She’d keep that one in mind.
Still blatantly ignoring the girl, Felizia pulled the picnic basket closer to her and opened the lid.
L71gh9K2 <80 pink confetti and paper hearts jump out >80 a couple of zubats fly out (they were on their honeymoon and valentines isn’t only for humans c'mon people) <50 romantic music starts playing @nixnight
How badly nice wanted to slap her. The red head shook herself as the other girl spoke again and she rolled her eyes and rocked back on one foot as the words came at her, "yada, yada, scary words from a jumped up spolit little brat" she said with a hiss in her voice when the words finally stopped. She wasnt leaving, just to be spiteful more than anything. Besides, she could smell something now and she found herself most hungry. She moved round the other girl as the picnic basket seemed to vomit confetti and try to add happiness back to the scene of the girls but it wasnt about to happen, nix just rolled her eyes again and dropped down to her knees beside the lay out. Seemed nice enough, though why something this nice was being wasted on a little brat like that madam over there she would never understand. Nix noted the basket possession by the other girl but she merely rolled her eyes and leaned back to sit down before she was sure she caught a few notes of romantic music, even if she did hope she was wrong
Felizia made a little snorting sound. Night girl, please. If she thought Felizia was a spoilt brat, then was she ever in for a shock when she met a real one.
Felizia felt she did well in ignoring that comment; aside from the snort, she hadn’t reacted at all, and instead feigned interest in the confetti. Where did it come from and how did it get here? Where would it go to next? But Nix wasn’t making the ignoring easy, not when she decided to do the opposite of what Felizia had said and sat down at the picnic.
Felizia eyed her up as if she were eyeing up a mad person, the crazy kind of mad. This picnic was clearly set out to be a romantic one and here was Miss Angry Pants sitting down as if she was oblivious to the fact that, to any outsiders who happened to come across them, it looked like they were having a date.
That is, if the outsiders were far enough away to not see the looks on their faces. Felizia and Nix didn’t even look like friends, let alone anything more. Felizia herself had switched to glaring at the girl, getting a little too protective of the food that was clearly laid out for her and not Ginger. “Are you deaf as well as dumb? I said get lost.” She would've said the same for the blargh-worthy music too, but Felizia wasn't going to have a crazy-talking-to-the-air moment in front of this girl.
Nix has a lot of personal training in ignore those she did not like and so she watched the confetti settle over the ground before she felt the other eyes staring down at her, the words "If looks could kill" jumping to her mind. Whatever. Right now she didnt care, there was food and drink here and she knew how to ignore that other one.
She reached a hand out to the basket and then paused before she took a deep breath and moved to grab at it, yes it was closer to the other girl but she was hungry and nix got to eat when she was hungry. She shivered a little at she thought of where this thought suddenly stemed from in her memories but she shook it off, she needed to remain herself and not switch back. "Oh whatever, just shut up. Im not moving until ive eaten so you could do yourself a favor and stop being such a bitch for a whole 30 seconds" she snapped back as the other girls words hit against her ears.
Felizia didn’t even know where to start, but settled with firmly grasping the basket. They were both holding it now.
“Sorry, being a bitch takes a lot of energy, so I need this more than you.” Even as she spoke she knew what she said was stupid; this was the dream world for crying out loud! The food wasn’t real, and neither was anything else. There wasn’t even a guarantee that Nix was real either – no guarantee except that Felizia was fairly certain that she wouldn’t ever summon a Nix look-a-like even in her strangest dreams.
“I guess that’s why you’re hungry too.” She added, because there was always more to add. “Being pissed off with everything ever must burn sooo many calories.” And who could blame her? Poor girl had unknowingly wandered into a blind date with the worst prospect ever in the dream world, aka the place where weird shit happens when you let it.
Felizia tugged on the basket. It was hers. Whatever was in it was hers. Hell, everything here was hers, even the crappy romantic music that was gradually getting more and more on her nerves.
QGOWXl_D <50 romantic music becomes aggressively loud >90 straight up turns into heavy metal (51-89 nothing changes with the music) <70 cute sentrets dressed as butlers appear to give them bouquets of roses and flower crowns
Nix was sure her head as going to burst. The music had gone from soppy to a step over her personal taste and now there were even little pokemon appearing trying to give her a bouquet of roses and a crown, how hard she had to try and just sit still. "I feel like an idiot" she muttered the moment the pokemon left her be with her new crown and she hissed softly but took a breath, it wasnt the pokemon's fault. They seemed to have to do this.
However, her guest was not being any better. Nix felt the basket get pulled away from her and she gave a little growl before she honestly laughed at the girls words, "Not everything, just people who think they are better than others for no reason" she said with a smirk as she looked the girl over again. Someone clearly thought very well of themsleves.
Occ - I think i'll leave you with the randomness, id be worried about messing it up
The Sentret’s interruption brought a welcome break, even if Felizia ended up feeling as stupid as Nix. Flowers had never been her thing, and she felt like she was breaking some sort of personal rule by wearing a crown made of the things. Ew. Definitely not her. It was just was well there wasn’t a mirror around.
AE7coP9n<50 hand mirrors appears out of nowhere so they can see how silly they look with their flower crowns
Felizia brushed aside a bouquet bearing Sentret with her free arm and got back to where she was before. Felizia mimicked the girl’s laugh, ending it by saying, “Oh wow you’ve totally figured me out there. Maybe when you find out you suck at the trainer thing you can become a world famous psychologist.”
The Sentret butlers exchanged awkward glances between each other. They had been told that they were attending a romantic picnic between two love birds – what was this?
>80 Sentret butlers leave to look for the romantic picnic they were promised <80 Sentret butlers try to lighten the mood by serving food and pouring champagne
@nixnight but the best part is that it's pretty much impossible to screw up since this date was already screwed up lol. and it's no fun if i'm the only one making things up
