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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"Oh, this is perfect~." There was a mischievous glint in Dan's eyes as he stepped into the center of the park. Ambrose and Rollins stayed back, motioning for Verte to keep a safe distance.
"A ranger's Pokemon isn't the only one capable of fighting, y'know. Thanks to our stylers . . ."
gvyX|Fhl (1-10 means Spacial Rend!)
Dan traced out a shape with his styler in vicious swipes, each line drawn with the force of a clawed beast. By the time the final line was drawn, a shimmering rift in space was torn open right in front of him.
". . . we're packing powers used by Legendary Pokemon themselves!"
"..." really, that is not what verte had been expecting. she's left blinking for a moment at the tear in space, before shaking her head. "that's... impressive," she says, and blinking, she takes her hand out of the pocket she has her pokeballs in. "it's bound to come in handy."
giving in to curiosity, she pushes off her tree and walks closer to the spacial rend, with half a mind to poke at it with a stick. "spacial rend, used by palkia, i believe?" she asks.
"You've got that right. Was the first sign I picked up, and honestly it's been one of the most useful.
Of course, brute force isn't the only thing that a sign can do."
Another sign traced, this one resembling the outstretched hand of a Haunter. As soon as the last line connecting the sign was drawn, Dan . . . looked exactly the same.
"Try throwing something at me. Trust me."
Don't worry, he wouldn't get hurt. The Ghost sign makes him incorporeal, after all.
IohhpLJj <50, incorporeality works for this kind of thing. >50, it functions as being Ghost type. Exactly 50, Dan explodes into confetti.
Dan's confident grin dropped a little as he saw the dragon burst from its Pokeball, letting out a huge burst of fire. Did his sign even protect him from fire? Shit, he didn't even know! He quickly hit the deck, but not fast enough to avoid his back being singed. At least he wasn't still made of flesh and bone: that would've hurt WAY more if he was.
"T-that sign just makes me incorporeal like a ghost," he sheepishly admitted, keeping up a brave face despite his pain. "Sadly, being fireproof isn't part of that deal. oh arceus this hurts."
Man, if that was just a stick or something it'd be a really cool demonstration.
verte doesn't feel bad. really. she only sighs and recalls salamence before it could do more damage, and releases the long-talked about gardevoir. "you know what to do," she calls out to it, and the psychic pokemon nods before carefully aiming a heal pulse on the ranger on the ground. she doesn't say anything, only quietly chuckles, sounding what her trainer wants to do but is too polite to do so.
"...well, at least you weren't fully human when salamence hit you," verte finally remarks dryly, and gives him a grin in reply. "sorry about the flamethrower, by the way. salamence is... excitable. we're working on it."
Dan let out a sigh of relief at the Heal Pulse, shuddering to his feet and grinning sheepishly. "Thanks. I needed that," he responded, gently rubbing the burned area on his back.
Yeah, my bad there. I . . . probably should've thought of a safer demonstration."
Ambrose promptly marched up, picking up a nearby stick and whacking at Dan with it. It passed right through his head, leaving him completely unharmed. Too little, too late, but the ranger at least appreciated the gesture. ". . . Thanks, Ambrose.
There are a bunch of other signs like that. One for every type of Pokemon, as well as most legendaries. They can do a lot of really cool stuff, especially if you use them creatively."
"you think?" she deadpans. the krabby throwing a stick at the guy's head which passes right through him is unnerving as hell but still funny, and a corner of her mouth twitches upward. "really? like what?"
"Well, y'know, after all that fire to the face I'm getting kinda tired. Shame there's nowhere good to rest, eh?"
Another sign, this one resembling a curled-up Weedle. When it was finished, a Spider-Man style line of silk came from the styler. He aimed it at two nearby trees, cross-stitching back and forth to creative a rather serviceable looking hammock. He climbed onto it, reclining to demonstrate its surprising sturdiness.
"Very useful in a fight, too. It's like having String Shot on command, without even needing to teach it to a Pokemon."
A7JepxtD <50, goes for Verte. >50, goes for Dan. Exactly 50, tries to mug Ambrose. <10, just some drunk hooligan. <50, not that great of a robber. >50, a good robber. >90, deadly efficient.
Dan noticed her slumping a bit on her Gardevoir and looked up at the moon. Shit, when did it get this late? He hopped off of his makeshift hammock, Ambrose and Rollins snipping the webbing away for disposal. "It's getting pretty dark. Maybe we should leave so-"
"Oh, I don't think you two are going anywhere."
A flash of red lit up the night, and soon a Pawniard stood right behind Verte. It's blade aimed right at her back, the light of the moon reflecting off of its metal body and revealing a masked man standing next to it. "Wallets, please, or Slash'll see to it that the lady never walks again."
the blade against her back isn't anything new. verte wonders exactly when that became a normal thing in her life. then she pushes the thought back down, because there's a pawniard at her back and being told what to do simply leaves her... miffed.
"don't," she simply says to gardevoir, and the psychic type glances at her before sighing and releasing the energy she'd been gathering for a teleport. "try not to be too stabby-happy, then," verte remarks to the man over her shoulder, before her hand slowly starts going toward her pocket. a fighting-type is most super-effective against a pawniard, and unfortunately verte doesn't have any on her at the moment. but she goes for the next best thing.
because her wallet isn't the only thing in that pocket.
dHwW3I6s <50 robber suspects something, doesn't let her get a pokeball
thankfully, she gets to braviary's ball without any problems. after that, it's just a matter of stepping forward, far enough out of the pawniard's way, and throwing the pokeball onto the ground to release the rather angry pokemon.
Dan seemed to be fumbling around in his pockets. Of course, judging by the Styler on his arm, he wasn't reaching for any wallet.
Slash leaped forward, reaching both claws out to try and dig them right into Verte's back. Instead, he got a facefull of bird. The tiny pawn hit the ground with a thud, angrily glaring up at his opponent.
Before he could stand to his feet, Dan had completed the Bug sign to try and slow the Pawniard down.
Vuo7ttcR <25, Pawniard is mildly inconvenienced. 25<x<75, Pawniard is trapped by one arm. >75, Pawniard's stuck in a rope-coat.
The Pawniard's arm and side were both pinned to the ground by strings of sticky webbing. With the use of it one of its hands disabled it had to awkwardly reach from side to side, fumbling with its one free handblade to try and slice through the sticky webbing.
"It's so hard to find good help these days . . . Burn! Help this moron out, will ya?"
Another Pokeball was tossed out, a Litwick emerging from it. It drifted over to Slash, slapping him before aiming its ghastly flame right at the string. Between the slashing and the burning, the Pawniard would be freed from its binding soon.
Of course, this left neither of them paying attention to the Salamence, Gardevoir, and Braviary on the battlefield. Kind of a big oversight, when you think about it.
"....." sometimes, verte has to wonder if any of the criminal population in nerio has any brains left. "he does realize we have the advantage, right?" she asks dan. "because otherwise, i think my faith in humanity just went down a few levels."
salamence is extremely disappointed. "you'dve thought that they'd be smarter than this," he grumbles, and the gardevoir snickers beneath a hand. the braviary just sighs and shakes his head at it all.
"Yeah, he seems pretty out of his depth here. This is just getting kinda sad." Honestly, he probably would've been more of a threat if not for Verte's incredible handling of the situation. Dan couldn't help but wonder how she kept such a cool head even with a knife to her back.
Burn saw the water coming, let out a sharp cry Dan could identify as "oh, HELL no!", and promptly dashed away from the incoming water spout. Poor Slash, having finally cut himself free with one triumphant slash, promptly ended up getting geysered into a tree.
"You . . . really don't have a chance here. Are you sure you want to try and go through with this?" He motioned to the giant Salamence that had just curbstomped his Pokemon. He motioned to the still-shimmering rift in space, just a sample of what a Ranger could do to a troublemaker. A bit of a challenge flashed in his eyes.
KhEn4wbZ <70, the thief has a brain. >70, he stays and fights.
It wasn't long before our nameless thug decided to book it, his Litwick following and dragging the helpless Pawniard behind. How embarrassing.