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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GRAND OPENING !
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Floating in a dwarf sized, metallic boat with a battered, poor excuse for a motor, Jane icily scowled at the crystal clear water beneath her. It just so happened to be one of those rare, warm autumn's days and after two hours of baking underneath the sun's harsh rays, this little rendezvous to find a seemingly elusive water Pokemon was quickly losing it's allure. Beside her, Jane's Pokemon--Pierre and Indiana Jones--lounged lethargically, graciously soaking up the sun's rays like plants. At least they were enjoying their delightful selves during this unexciting trip.
"Alright, fuck this. We're going back," Jane peevishly declared, nudging the snoozing Pokemon with her foot to kindly wake them up from their leisurely slumber. Indiana didn't budge, merely looking up at his trainer with narrowed golden eyes as if to say, "like hell I am getting up". With that out there, the disinterested shinx stretched back out to enjoy the warm sunshine. Whatever, Jane didn't feel like dealing with his little shit antics at that moment. Pierre, on the other hand, was an obedient Pokemon and obeyed Jane's prodding for him to get up.
However, just before the ice queen decide to start the motor, a gurgling patch of bubbles upon the surface of the cool water caught her eye. "Wait, hold your ponytas," Jane distractedly muttered, leaning over the boat as her harlequin gaze attempted to see what was beneath the sparkling surface. Without warning, a stream of the icy cold water shot out and splashed her in the face. Oh yes, it would seem that some water Pokemon had just used water gun on dear Jane.
The young Barboach and his slightly older brother snickered mischievously as the older of the two shot another Water Gun at the surface. The younger Barboach did not know how to use that move quite yet, but was all the more amused by his brother's antics. Being basically a child himself, he, of course, really wanted to do the same, but he didn't know how to do much yet, and so he just laughed as much as a fish could and stayed out of his brother's way.
So, when they swam up to a rusty old human boat, the brother first shot another water burst from deeper in the sea, allowing just a burble to appear. The human in the boat peered over, and just looking at it through the water sent a round of snickers and jokes about how ugly she was. And so, his older brother, not being as careful to not be seen as last time, threw an ice-cold Water Gun right in her face. The two Barboach would have fallen over laughing if that was possible while submerged in water. {That human had it coming anyway. With a face that ugly, how could she not expect punishment?} The younger Barboach joked, causing another round of laughs between the two.
{Oh, brother!} He called in Barboach-speak. He snickered again before he continued. {Watch this!} He grabbed some muck from the water, leapt out of it in as if he were a speedy grey blur, and gave her a hearty Mud Slap to the face. As soon as he met water again, he and his brother laughed harder than they had before, especially with his brother's comment. {Hey, at least she looks less ugly now!} He, the little Barboach brother, secretly felt a bit worried, and wondered what the human would do as retaliation.
But who cared for now! That was hilarious!
Barboach ♂ used Mud Slap on Jane ! Level Five Mud Slap
Splat. With a sudden swiftness, a glob of wet mud smacked into Jane's beautiful face. It would appear that a certain Pokemon possessed a death wish. How unfortunate for them.
Indiana Jones flicked a golden eye open, a satisfied smirk forming on his furry face before drifting back off into a light sleep. Pierre, on the other hand, was startled by the sudden glob of moist dirt being flung from the murky depths they floated upon. The little ball of pink cotton candy nearly jumped out of his skin from the whole ordeal.
In one rapid motion, the trainer would wipe the thick, dripping filth off of her eyes, now no longer obscuring her vision with it's dirty paste-like self. Jane had a knack for controlling the shitstorm of emotions whirling about within her like a furious hurricane; always did she manage to display her signature cool as a cucumber expression. However, despite the apathetic expression that adorned her fair face, Jane was practically foaming at the mouth inside.
With great haste did she snatch a red and white pokeball from the worn and tattered bag beside her. Pressing the button, a bright red flash was released and the contents of the ball quickly revealed itself. "Bigfoot, we're going to go fishing." Jane bitterly told the rather confused bulbasaur who was curiously wondering why his trainer's face was caked with mud. "I want you to use your vines and try to grab one of the twits in the water." With a stern nod, he complied, a thick, green vine shooting out of the large bulb on his back and into the sparkling sea.
BIGFOOT is attempting to fish up some bitches with his vines!
The Barboach was having a great time. He was totally as cool as his big brother! Said big brother had retreated a good distance away as soon as the Bulbasaur reared his ugly face. The elder Barboach knew that grass types were Bad News.
"Come brother, we must retreat!" the larger, more experienced Barboach urged.
"No way!" the younger Barboach said, "I'm having way too much fun! C'mon bro, you gotta live a little!" His brother was cool, but sometimes he was such a stick in the mud.
Barboach dove down and completely coated himself in mud. He would cover that girl and her Pokemon in so much mud! He was on his way back up when he too noticed the vines. A flicker of fear appeared in the back of the fish's mind, but he shook it off. There was no way he could back out now. He was no wet noodle, no matter how great the physical similarities!
Barboach might have been small and swift, but Bulbasaur was faster. The vines wrapped around the little Pokemon's midsection and lifted him from the water. Barboach was NOT happy! He thrashed about, his mud covered body spraying everywhere with the foul, gooey, sticky mud.
