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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"no. that's not necessary." he pulls out his styler, walks up to the torchic, and draws the rebirth sign.
a moment, two, three passes - then, coughing, the bird sits up, disorientated. hieronymous helps him off the slab, swathing him in a blanket that he'd retrieved from a shelf until he was just a shaking pile of feathers and fabric.
he seems to have the entire world's weight on his shoulders when he next speaks. "death is inevitable. you may become yet another statistic. however...."
rhea watches, eyes widening as the torchic sits up, feathers ruffled. she looks to hieronymous, amazed. "you brought it back." she says, looking down at her own styler. "you...breathed life into it." nette
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...fuck i just realized i should have let rhea draw the sign oh well
"why don't you try it?" he gestures to the still rows of bodies in the room with them. he points to a fraxure on a table with his cane in particular. "just 'probably' is not a good enough answer. you have to know you can, girl, for the case that you need it."
the torchic, he starts feeding bits of pokepuffs to.
rhea looks at the fraxure. poor thing, it probably had a pretty awful death. most pokemon that died had violent passings these days. but like hieronymous said, there are many ways to die...she'd ask the dragon type when he or she woke up. if he or she woke up-- rhea wasn't too confident about this sign.
"i just have to feel it..?" she looks at hieronymous, nodding. "i can do that..." and she starts to wave her styler in the flowing shapes that the old man had.
aXtYqot1 1-20 she revives him flawlessly, 21-40 revives him pretty well, he's a little sick or something, 41-60 revives him, but barely, 61-100 it doesn't work
nette (i hope the rolls are ok...i wasn't sure what to do next!)
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the sign works, and hiernymous is impressed, even if he'll never say it aloud - rare are the ones who get the sign right the first time. but that does not mean the fraxure is as it was before - this particular one had died a nasty death - and hiernymous fetches another blanket and sets it with the torchic, who has stopped shivering by now and instead lights up a small ember for the fraxure.
"well done. but you'll notice, ranger, if you look carefully - and you should be looking carefully - that death doesn't not take its toll. when you revive them, bring them back, they come back... different. they lose something of themselves in death. they're weaker, afterwards, and they need training and support before they're completely themselves again."
"do you understand that?" do you understand what power i am giving you?
it woke up. it was back. rhea gave a small smile watching the old man walk the fraxure over to the torchic. she looked at them silently for a minute. why were there any dead pokemon, ever? why didn't rangers just revive all of the pokemon ever? rhea looked at hieronymous.
"i understand." she nods her head, sighing. "with great power comes great responsibility."
"what happens to them now?" she stares at the pokemon, interested.
hieronymous hopes she understands. for arceus' sake, for their sake, for her sake, he hopes she does. the power to bring back the dead is not one to be used lightly, and more often than not those who have touched the other side are bitter at being brought back, or are... off, afterwards.
(he'd always thought that death was the ultimate addiction.)
"now? we rehabilitate them - remind them what it's like to be alive, psychological therapy, that sort of stuff - before letting them choose. sometimes sa'di takes them for ranger partners, othertimes they stay here and help the shrine out."
the torchic, raising its head at the options, nods decisively to itself before stepping forward to first look hiernymous, then rhea in the eye.
"and other times, the ranger who brought them back takes them for a partner."
rhea nods her head gently. "that makes sense," she says, looking at hieronymous. "i imagine it can be quite traumatizing to die and then come ba-..." she stops mid sentence when the torchic steps forward. rhea stares at it.
she fingers her brand new, extra styler and looks at hieronymous, nervous. "well then." and she starts to wave her styler as it buzzes and glows a faint orange. the torchic creeps up to rhea's legs and rubs against them, content. she smiles a little.
"thank you, sir." and she starts to walk away, the torchic beside her, but she stops in her tracks. oh! she almost forgot. her backpack drops on the ground and she emerges with a bouquet of flowers.
"for the shrine, of course. i hope the dead enjoy them."
hiernymous watches them both go with a sigh, and rubs the fraxure gently on the head. then he's receiving the bouquet from the fraxure who had kindly picked it up for him, and he starts hobbling his way up out of the morgue, blowing out the lantern as he does so.
he just hopes that this ranger won't die too soon.