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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"don't drink away your problems." rose had always said. well great-- maybe she shouldn't. that didn't mean she wouldn't. no. rhea was twenty-two years old, old enough to drink alcohol, old enough to take care of herself. she didn't need that old lady telling her what to do anymore. she didn't need anyone telling her what to do.
rhea took another swig of beer and ruffled her hair, unsure of what to do next. it was overwhelming, to be honest. does she continue to bacchus? does she try and fight? or does she stay here, and not risk it. that was the safest option. she hadn't joined eos to actually try and help after all, she had just needed a little boost. so she should just stay here and continue life, start off from where she was before eos.
but why did it feel so wrong? was it the pokemon's fault? was it the wild rush she got from battle? had she really grown to hate the scourge after seeing the amberwell? she gulped down some more of her beverage, slumped at the bar. @open
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At this point, the bartender was acutely aware that there was a crab on top of a nearby table, claw extended expectantly. He rolled his eyes, but hey, it was extra money for him.
Soon Dan headed back to his table with a mug in both hands: one for him, one for Ambrose. He wasn't much of a drinker (in fact, he hadn't even drank before!), but he was in an exceptionally good mood today. Maybe it was because he had made it to the first real city since Proserpina. Maybe it was because Ambrose was so close to evolving, stronger and faster than ever before. Maybe it was just some leftover excitement from the start of his journey. Whatever the case, he and his Pokemon were about to celebrate in the oldest way known to man: booze.
The two clanged their mugs against each other, downing their first drinks with surprising quickness.
0ft|SOUb <25, still so sober. 25<x<75, getting tipsy. 75< , already kinda smashed.
there was a disorganized counter of empty glasses and bottles in front of her-- if dan was 'getting tipsy,' rhea was about to pass out. she gulped away another drink. hapinasu was the 'designated driver,' and sipped a shirley temple, a drink free of alcohol. she was the first to spot dan across the bar. and he's with ambrose. ambrose. the blissey basically growls.
meanwhile, rhea's finished another drink. she calls to the bartender loudly. "can ihave another drrrrink." she giggles out, tapping her fingers on the table. the man shakes his head and sighs. he cleans the table in front dan and speaks under his breath. "this woman's crazy. she keeps askin' for drinks, i'm not fucking allowed to serve her anymore." he tosses the rag into the sink. "why won't that bitch understand." Crash
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Huh, she was a Blissey now? Damnit, she got to evolve before he did! Nevertheless, Ambrose responded to the Blissey with a smile, a wink, and a wave: it'd probably bug her more than being antagonistic, and it'd let him keep the moral high ground! He was in the clear!
Dan, meanwhile, would have approached his . . . rather hammered companion. However, the bartender's little comment caught his attention first. She kicks some Scourge ass at the Amberwell and this is the kind of thanks she gets? His brow furrowed with annoyance as he looked up at the bartender. "That's one hell of a way to talk to a customer. Especially one risking her life for this region," he muttered, just loud enough to be heard.
"Look, I'll check up on her to make sure she's okay. Just . . . could you show a bit more respect?" Direct but nonconfrontational: Dan certainly hoped things stayed that way.
Ambrose shrugged. He would've just decked the guy, but Dan's way worked too.
the bartender laughs. "i don't care if she's a goddamn saint, kid!" he rests an elbow on the counter. "we got a policy, and that policy clearly states: we can't allow anyone to have that many drinks. she's gonna be trouble." he glances at rhea. "bitch's ardy flirted four or five drinks outta me."
meanwhile, hapinasu pretends not to see the krabby, and rhea slams a fist on the counter. "helloooo?" she lowers her eyebrows. "wow. awful service here, you know! i need a drink!" she whines, rubbing her eyes. Crash
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Dan understood well enough. Hell, he was even a bit worried about her: she sounded a beer away from passing out. Of course, that didn't excuse the bartender talking shit about his customers and insulting them behind their backs.
"I get that. Just no need to be insulting her. She's been having a bit of a rough time."
He walked away from the bartender, sitting down next to Rhea instead. "Hey there. How're you holding up?"
Ambrose simply sat on his table, downing his mug without a care in the world. Why not just let Dan busy himself with all the drama and crap.
rhea squinted. "dan." she waved at him, right in front of his face, hand only milimeters away from his eyes. "hi." the bartender scoffed in the distance. hapinasu sipped her drink and watched rhea and dan steadily. if rhea could actually acknowledge anything she'd be happy dan was here. it was much easier (and funner! [the first word that popped into her mind]) to get hammered with a friend. er, acquaintance? friendly-stranger person? rhea didn't know.
uaz5pocQ 1-25 rhea is a happy drunk, 26-50 angry drunk, 51-75 sad drunk, 76-94 all three, 95-100 extremely tolerant and not drunk at all, this was all a trick to get beer and smuggle it out without paying Crash
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Dan couldn't help but smile a bit, waving back (at a much less close distance, of course.) "How's your stay in Neiro been?" He hadn't seen much of Rhea since Di Manes, and he had been bouncing between there and Ceres for the past few days. Maybe she got there before he did: after all, he only arrived this morning.
Ambrose simply watched, snickering. He wished he could order his own beer, though.
Oh, what's this? Dan left his mug behind? Well, SURELY his favorite trainer in the world wouldn't mind if he borrowed it for a sip or twenty.
"fine." rhea grumbled, waving to the bar tender. he reluctantly brought her another drink, shaking his head. she began to down it, only stopping to mutter out: "how bout you." she continued drinking, face blank. Crash
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yeah. dan made her a bit grumpy. rhea didn't know why, but he did. maybe it was the optimism. or just the fact that he was nice. that annoyed her a bit. "yeah." she sniffed her drink. "fine." she looked at hapinasu. "we're de-stressing too." she flung her head back, groaning. this was boring.
"more driink." she whined to the bartender. he crossed his arms and gave dan a look. Crash
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Okay, the rate at which Rhea was starting to tear through those was . . . alarming. How the heck was she even awake still, let alone not six feet under from alcohol poisoning? Maybe the bartender had a point, even if he was kind of a dick about it.
Was she going to be able to get home alright? Hell, was she even going to be able to walk straight? He noticed a Blissey in the corner: Lucky must've evolved sometime after the Caves. At least she'd be able to keep an eye out on Rhea, but would it be enough?
"I think you might have had a bit much," he offered, his voice polite but concerned. "Maybe you should get some rest . . . "
rhea glared at dan. "no." she said firmly, running fingers through her hair. "fuck you." and she turned away, motioning towards the bartender. "get me a drink!" it was a screech that rang out through the bar. the bartender ignored her.
hapinasu was supposed to be keeping an eye out for this kind of behavior, but she was too involved in chatting up a breloom, sipping her shirley temple. "wow and you're in my egg group, too!" Crash
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Dan sighed. Really, he wasn't sure he was expecting any other response. That would have just been too easy.
Still, what could he do? He figured giving her one more drink in exchange for a promise to head home would be a terrible idea. It'd just get her even drunker and angrier, the exact opposite of what would be a good idea. Maybe if the bartender just ignored her enough she'd get fed up and leave, but would she be safe?
"How about a compromise? If you just put the bottle down for today you can get some more tomorrow. On my tab and everything, promise. "
His contemplation was interrupted by two mugs slamming against each other. Ambrose had climbed to the highest table he could find and he had opened his mouth to begin the nation's greatest pastime: drunken karaoke.
gLs0EV59 <10 Ambrose is REALLY good at singing Hotel California. Shame the humans can't understand. CAEDMON
"stop!" it was a yell, and when the echoes stopped, rhea was left there, tensed and silent. she glared at dan. "i don't want to drink tomorrow, i don't need you to pay for my alcohol and i certainly don't need you to fucking baby me." she sighed. "i'm an adult. i don't need you at all." she crossed her arms and looked away.
when ambrose began to sing, she hoisted herself up on the counter and ran over to join him.