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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togekiss dodged iron head togekiss hit by... iron head togekiss used safeguard togekiss used aura sphere togekiss used metronome it manifested as inferno
the virus hums in her blood. distantly, she can hear theia snarl and draw herself up, shaking off her wounds like water off a swanna. this is something she's only heard of from stories passed on from other, more experienced agents. they've all warned her against it.
she doesn't have the power to stop it; theia would kill her later if she did, anyway.
togekiss went into bloodrage togekiss used metronome it manifested as focus energy togekiss used aura sphere togekiss flew up high!
her eyebrows lower, her fists clench. the togekiss is coughing, shaking-- it's being overwhelmed with some...force and rhea doesn't like it at all. it won't fucking die, will it. she expects them to leave now, with the togekiss in so much pain and all, but they don't. the abomination keeps fighting. she looks at blissey, exhausted. she wants to get out of here and go back to nerio now- this is it. she'd done with this bullshit.
rhea's about to turn away when she sees black. darkness, swirling towards her. a scarlet red eye appears through the void-- it's pupil laced in a deep gold, swirling slowly, never moving, never moving. she stares. it stares back. the void flares behind it; beckons her-- she must explore, and she must do it now.
she walks up to it ceremoniously; her footsteps dragging as the battle rages on behind her. and she raises an arm and flicks her wrist as she gets closer, her soul feeling heavier than before, just like her eyelids. and with her last ounce of effort she reaches out a touches it. cold. like water but thin, her hand is pale under the darkness, chilled to the bone. it opens and stretches out-- she tries to call out in shock but her body betrays her.
the void devours her and leaves rhea on the ground, collapsed; her body motionless.
blissey is hit by everything blissey uses softboiled nette
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theia faints, and tamara has to catch the togekiss in her arms. really, she isn't that heavy, although by the look of things the ranger is out cold too.
well. this makes her purpose easier. tamara wants to know why eos keeps attacking her and her own - even with the conversation with the pink-haired woman, with the man that she'd had her first battle with.
the only way to get answers is to ask one of them.
with theia tucked under her arm and the woman slung over her shoulder - hades has made her strong, moreso than she's ever been before - she glances at the blissey. she isn't interested in it.
she teleports them out of the gardens and to castle forlorn.
they're gone. hapinasu can only freeze and watch it happen, watch her partner in crime collapse and then disappear in a flash of purple. without her. blissey goes silent, sitting on the ground in disbelief. rhea's bag sits just feet away from her on the pavement. they took her. the blissey thinks, only now processing the whole situation. she crawls over to the bag and picks it up meekly. it still has her smell on it.
hapinasu stands, but lacking the confidence she usually has after winning a battle. she's small-- curled as she waddles along the battlefield, trying to catch a sign of where they've gone. there's nothing. the agent and her score have left without a trace.
she was going to try and find something in the bag, but then she hears them. low growls coming from every direction as a pack of pyroar creep out from the growth. their eyes are pitch black and their skin is rotting; they show their teeth and snarl at her. hapinasu cries out in dismay as she grabs rhea's styler and very clumsily attempts to draw a sign.
it was meant to be a fairy sign-- allowing her to fly away, but it comes out a GRASS SIGN and she keeps drawing it, vines and thorns rapidly sprouting around her. the pyroar are stuck on the other side, clawing viciously at the wildlife.
hapinasu runs away as fast as her legs can take her, thick vines twisting alongside her and saltwater dripping from her eyes. "rhea? rhea?"
Crashnette (so the next post will happen with dan i guess, after like a....two hour timeskip?)
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Dan ran through the ruined city as fast as possible, clutching his spear close to him. Rollins sat in his backpack, badly injured but safe and out of sight. Ambrose limped by his side, pushing himself to every limit in order to try and escape. Jake . . . Jake was beyond saving.
Dan couldn't even give him a proper burial. That hellish Gengar had ensured that, solidly beating his team down until retreat was their only option. How worthless was he, not even able to secure that one precious right for such a helpful ally? He blinked back his tears, disgusted at himself for his own failures.
They were reaching the city limits soon. This nightmare would be over soon, but would he and his Pokemon be able to bounce back? Or would they just be doomed to this failure again and again, crushed under the heel of a much superior foe.
Maybe Rhea was right. Maybe this was just foolish danger, and he'd be doing nothing more than hurting himself. Was he really cut out for this? Was this really what he was meant to do?
Or did he simply have to get stronger, immerse himself in the danger until it could no longer burn him? Would he be able to embrace the pain for victory, or was it a sacrifice he just couldn't make?
No time to think, though. Only to run, to give up and feel the burn.
in her hands: a backpack. in her backpack: a scyther claw. a phone. a styler. virus balls. many things. but she only needs two of them. and so she grabs them, a blissey on her own, and starts at the beginning. she'll go all the way back to the start-- if it's for rhea. rhea, who chose her. aw, who is she kidding. she chose rhea.
she cries, but it's silent. she cries, but it's not weak. she cries and it's strong. ruthless. determined.
hapinasu cuts rapidly through the vines and thorns, her hand tightly gripping the scyther claw. the other one dialing a number. it goes to voicemail, and she frowns. her tears are done. dry on her face-- all that is left now is the burning sensation in her nostrils and the numbness of her squeezed knuckles. she leaves her message quickly and carries on. that's what rhea always did: carry on. carry on. carry on.
TWO HOURS LATER, THE PRESENT.
she stands over blood and sweat and tears, scyther claw in hand, face bruised and battered. the scourge rot below her feet. she is a killer, but she kills only because she loves. and when she turns her head, she can see lua gardens slowly disappearing behind her, getting smaller and smaller. i'm almost out. she thinks, exhausted. and she's gone in a moment, quickly waddling along a dusty dirt path.
Dan didn't even time to look back. The wind, the tears, and the shame all stung at him in equal amounts. Ambrose tried his best to look bulky, confident, and in charge, letting out furious roars to hide just how small and powerless he felt. They were both battered and beaten, leaning on each other for support as they forced their way through the city. One thing was certain: they couldn't rest until they were sure of their escape.
Soon, sweet freedom. Although in this case, much more bitter then sweet. Dan fell to his knees, letting out desperate gasps for air. He had pushed his body far too much in escaping from that Scourge monster, and now that the adrenaline wore off everything was starting to hit him at once.
"We really didn't stand a damn chance at saving him, did we," he muttered between deep breaths, not even looking up from the ground. Ambrose scuttled over to him, trying to give his trainer a pat on the back but instead just awkwardly leaning against him: one of his front legs had given way, either from exhaustion or from sheer battle damage. He slammed his larger claw into the ground, awkwardly shuddering to his feet and extending his smaller claw to try and help Dan up.
"I just . . . Arceus, what do we even do?" His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, and despite usually standing tall today he couldn't have looked smaller.
Ambrose sighed, turning away briefly to take one last look at the town. He saw another shape approaching and peered at it cautiously: another foe, come to try and take their lives after they barely escaped?
. . . No. The shape was far too familiar, and far too pinkish-green. Definitely not dark enough to be a Scourge.
Was that Hapinasu? Jeez, she looked more like a mess than even he did. The crab weakly waved her over, wondering just what the hell happened.