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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He typically had a tough time hiding his feelings about the Scourge, but the rage fell behind a calmed pursing of the lips and a meek grin. "Thank you." he replied simply, allowing himself to break eye contact with her for the sake of keeping things from getting heavy. Abraham was aware of how...emotional he could be. Verte didn't need to have to deal with that. Instead, his eyes studied the rim of his ceramic mug carefully, following the remains of a drip of coffee down the side. Things stayed silent for a few moments.
"That's pretty neat." he managed, having calmed down considerably. His buoyancy was hard to maintain when the dead were brought up, not when he could hear there imaginary screams in his head. "I'm willing to bet our relatives knew each other in some manner." they had done a lot of traveling in their days, but Verte didn't look familiar to him. Perhaps he would ask his mother when he got the chance. "Looks like you were born for this, too." nette short? pffft never
verte shrugs. "they might've." especially since kohaku was a pretty small region. most of the families had members that knew eachother, however short-term the relationship was. it was a possibility.
"sort of, yes. i was always brought up to be a trainer. this dance with eos isn't my first jaunt as one, although it is the first against the scourge, or with an organisation. what about you? what did you do before all... this?" she knows that abraham is new to being a researcher, but that doesn't rule out a school degree. and even if asking about before the scourge is normally considered impolite, verte doesn't care - she's explained herself to abraham. it was his turn, now.
Verte was one of those child prodigies, not unlike himself. Abraham hadn't exactly been forced into what he was doing today -- not at all -- but he was groomed. He'd seen so many scientists back when he was a teenager that he'd probably have a lot of connections had they not all died at the beginning of this war they were fighting. Why hadn't he known the D'Verte name before?
"So you've been training Pokemon for a while now then?" he tilted his head at her. She looked young, but something about her made Verte look seasoned. "Me? My parents didn't exactly tell me I was going to go into research like them. They tried that with my brother...he ended up quite the opposite. But I was with them while they traveled around Kohaku since I was a kid, so I was just surrounded by science all the time. It ended up just being the natural decision!" he smiled, thinking back to the time when he wanted to do anything other than become a scientist. It felt so silly now.
"But I haven't trained Pokemon before myself. My parents have, so I've been around them. Just never in charge." nette
she shrugs and takes another sip of her hot chocolate. since she can remember, actually; and her arcanine had been one of the first. but that is a different story for a different time - perhaps a different lifetime.
"childhood dreams are good, and following up on them is even better. i just wanted to be a trainer when i grew up. simple dreams," verte says with a smile. but really, there had been nothing else that she could have done - her parents would have eventually pushed the trainer path on her sooner or later, anyway. "but you've never trained pokemon before? by yourself? that'll be... harsh, later on."
Dreams. The idea of them amused Abraham, as if they could exist any longer. They were for children, and he no longer believed in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. He had no dreams, just nightmares. Screams of terror that haunted his waking life and otherwise. Abraham left his dreams in Decima Town a year ago.
"Yeah. Simple." he loses track of the conversation, unsure of what to reply with. Instead, the researcher studies the snow that laid on the ground. He sipped his coffee once more. "It'll be fine. I've watched my mother train Pokemon my whole life, and I like to think I'm okay at it." the peanut gallery, which had remained silent up until this point, remained quiet. The Bagon under the table seemed to have no remark, no snort in objection. It was a comfort to Abraham, if anything. Or maybe it was just his Bagon being polite. nette LOL i like this one more!
"then i'm sure you'll do fine." she continues sipping from her cup, and finds it empty. huh. when did she run out so quickly? "hey, do you want a refill? i'm getting another cup."
He liked to think so. Abraham knew he was smart, he was a good improvisor, and he was confident in his abilities as a researcher and a trainer. Even though Verte's approval wasn't required, it was nice to have, despite her lack of knowledge on his situation. Abraham smiled nonetheless. "Thank you." was that even appropriate to say? He looked in his teacup for the answer, but it lacked hardly any tea, let alone answers. "Sure, I'll go with you!" he pushed his seat out with the backs of his knees and stretched idly before turning to go inside. nette
the inside of the cafe is a bit louder now, since the snow is falling more heavily and more people have sought refuge; as they get to the back of one of the cashiers' lines, verte finds herself standing with abraham, shuffling slowly while waiting for their turn.
"so, got any plans after this snowstorm dies down?" she asks idly. she's trying to make small talk, and honestly, she doesn't expect to be heard over the din in the cafe.