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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Azazel is not here. Then again, it hardly surprises Ethan anymore - the ghost type is always either gone or invisible, wreathing around him like an old haunt that simply won't go away. He stands, teleports them to a different location when it gets bored of their current location. Rinse and repeat. He'd feel like a taxi driver by now, if he wasn't already too much of a monster for such a human term.
The spiritomb leaves, as it always does, evaporating into the air with a thin, reedy giggle that only thousands of spirits could possibly produce. Sometimes its leaves for a long time, sometimes short, but it always returns to him, like the contract that binds them requires. This time is a long time in waiting. Or perhaps, it just feels like a long time. There is something about Lua Gardens that disturbs Aiden, chilling him to the bone as he pouts, wandering around aimlessly.
Ethan curls up in his stomach, daunting presence overpowering and bitter like the bile that rides up in his throat. It spells trouble - 'Ethan' is an instinct that Aiden has learned to trust with an almost chain-like dependence, like his real brother. He bites his lip, hoping that the Spiritomb will return soon so they can leave and never come back.
CAEDMON let me know if this location isn't okay! i just chose it since the bar's started to fill here, haha.
he wandered through bacchus for hours--practically begging for a fight, but nothing happened. no scourge came to him, not even one. elias sighs as he finds himself in a steel playground. there's a person here, he can just sense it. that feeling is something he's picked up from fighting many scourge in many places. he knows when there's someone around, and right now, there's someone around.
he places a hand on a pokeball but doesn't release any pokemon, just slowly makes his way through the metal objects, until he sees a boy. elias looks at him cautiously. "what are you doing here? do you have any pokemon?" he takes a step closer.
"it's dangerous out here, if you don't have any way to defend yourself."
The entire area makes him nervous - he feels invisible presences, some imagined, some not. Time with a ghost that is composed of nothing but just that can do such to a person, he supposes, and he wonders if there are any of those left behind, souls of those that lost their lives in the collapse of what was something once used to bring joy to its creators. A ghost exists because of unfulfilled obligations in the world of the living, lurking in wait for prey.
(But have they heard of a hunter who hunts the souls of the dead? Ghosts can be taken, chained, used - just because they lack life does not make them impervious to otherworldly forces.)
Aiden directs his gaze to the other boy, lifting up the corner of his lip in the beginning of a grin, the edges of his eyes crinkling. "Thanks for the concern, mister, but my brother's here, too. He'll protect me." Slowly, he tilts his head up to look at the playground - or what remains of it, anyways.
"I heard there was a steel playground here." Rocks on his feet, as if that was a perfect valid reason to be in a scourge-infested place like this.
his brother. elias never had a brother. he was the first born and the last born-- an only child. but he certainly wished he had a sibling, living life without another child in the house was awfully lonely. although, ethan's and aiden's situation was obviously very...different to say the least, and if elias knew anything about it he might regret wishing for a brother.
he rests a hand on a steel beam. it's hot under the spring sun, too hot, and so he rips his hand away from it, shaking it, as if to fling the pain off into the surrounding air. the same hand is the one that drops to his belt when he realizes: this boy's brother is not here. he doesn't sense anything besides the fact that something will go down here. something bad.
he slowly releases a blastoise, never taking his eyes off of the stranger. "i don't see your brother." he says calmly and slowly, treating the situation with care. "let us escort you." he smiles-- but it's artificial.
he wandered through bacchus for hours--practically begging for a fight, but nothing happened. no scourge came to him, not even one. elias sighs as he finds himself in a steel playground. there's a person here, he can just sense it. that feeling is something he's picked up from fighting many scourge in many places. he knows when there's someone around, and right now, there's someone around.
