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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She used to dream of standing on this stage when she was alive. Not as a challenger, but as the rightful leader. She'd imagined Magnolia by her side, greeting trainers and defending Bacchus.
But the stage is dark, the curtains drawn. The seats are rotted wood and velvet, and no one was in the wings, waiting to sweep in and pull back the scenery, reveal that it had all been the prologue to a gentler story. Magnolia was dead.
Thalia stood in the center of the stage and looked up at the curving dome of the roof, where there had been a mural of the night sky painted. The paint was chipped and worn, weathered by the elements, but she could still see stars.
she has memories here. memories of being small enough to be seated on her mother's lap, watching the challenges from a box seat. battles were all entertainment and sport back then. sophia had never imagined that it would become a way of life.
she hadn't imagined any of this, and the scourge rose up to meet her anyway.
sophia had been looking through the backstage rooms, reminiscing over the various costumes that irene had performed in over the years. however, that is not her main purpose for being here. she procures a white mask from a tabletop. she puts it on her face and pretends that living is not a necessity. living is cruel. existence simply is.
she walks back to the dark stage. an old piano sits in a corner, somehow spared by the scourge. sophia sits down at the piano, and wonders if she still remembers how to play her father's favorite nocturne. she had been young and impressionable. there was also little else to do in castle forlorn but to relearn. she removes her gloves and uncovers the keys.
sophia begins to play to no audience in particular. phillip stands behind a curtain, unwilling to disturb, but content to listen to the soft notes from his partner's fingertips.
Once, Thalia would have been horrified. Later than that, she would have been angry, incensed by the woman's audacity. Now she's dead. Now her scar only twinges in memory. The dead don't care. The dead merely are, and they fulfill their duties.
shelgon came out. shelgon used flamethrower on the piano.
the music dies as the insides are turned to ash. not aburptly, but that only gives sophia the opportunity to tear herself away from the piano before her face starts to match batin's. she's much more concerned for the fire's formless teeth than the gentle embrace of the amberwell.
it's a small reminder that anywhere can be a grave. she's startled by the sudden combustion of the piano, but the mask is good for hiding things like that. she's not even looking at the girl or her shellgon. she can only watch as another world is lost.
the rumbling voice of the mamoswine is the only thing that breaks her out of her thoughts. he won't let his mistress die, not again.
mamoswine used stealth rock mamoswine used ice fang oxt47ASa <10 flinch <10 freeze mamoswine used icy wind mamoswine used freeze-dry
physis draws regice sign - hail physis draws fire sign - burn <50 burn 2tsunz
greninja fainted. thalia stopped playing around and sent out blastoise. focus badge mimicked x-acc blastoise used acc-hydro pump blastoise used flash cannon blastoise used mist blastoise used rain dance
she waits for her partner's bloodrage to subside before walking to his side, stepping over the various debris and broken floorboards. phillip needs rest, and she is willing to give it to him. physis lays a hand on his side. they are done.
She used to dream of standing on this stage when she was alive. Not as a challenger, but as the rightful leader. She'd imagined Magnolia by her side, greeting trainers and defending Bacchus.
she has memories here. memories of being small enough to be seated on her mother's lap, watching the challenges from a box seat. battles were all entertainment and sport back then. sophia had never imagined that it would become a way of life.
