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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Today was a good day, Ged decided as he walked down one of the streets of Proserpina City. He’d gotten his starter from the lab with the weird professor, and had even left with a second Pokemon. Ged had seen a pile of fossils in one of the rooms on his way out, and had asked the professor about them. Upon hearing that the rocks were free, and could even be turned into Pokemon, Ged pounced on the one with the feather. Ged had always thought most flying types looked pretty stupid, but everything was better when it was prehistoric. The resulting Pokemon had not disappointed. Archen possessed amazingly bright colors, teeth, claws, and even scales. Teeth! On a bird! Ged couldn’t figure out how the thing hunted back in the day with the bright colors, but he guessed Archen were just bamf like that. Perfect for hunting the scourge.
Now, Ged was on the prowl for something to do within the city. He’d already abandoned the cleaner, more organized, and official sections of the city for the much more exciting ‘Grimer’s Court.’ Ged snickered at the name. How quaint of these Proserpina people. The city was much larger than Oreburgh back home, but Oreburgh had had it’s own ‘Grimer’s Court.’ Ged had lived there, in fact, along with many of the other mining families whose men weren’t lucky enough to work in any of the more productive and richer shafts that came with higher pay and more benefits. In Oreburgh, Grimer’s Court was called the Dustbowl, as that part of the city was downwind from the mind, and everything was covered in dirt and grime. When the wind blew, visibility dropped to mere yards, and you had to walk around with a scarf over your face in order to be able to breathe.
Grimer’s Court was much cleaner than the Dustbowl, but other than that, it was just like home for the redhead. Ged strode down the streets confidently, grinning at anyone who met his gaze. He didn’t bother trying to filch anything from the people who bustled by, heads down, shoulders hunched defensively, or from the peddlers who tried to interest anyone in their wares. People here were too wary, too protective of what little they possessed. There was too much of a risk that Ged would get caught red handed, and in places like the Dustbowl and Grimer’s Court, loose fingers became broken fingers if they were found in places they weren’t supposed to be. Ged only had five fingers, and he liked them to stay unbroken thank you very much.
Ged turned down an abandoned alley. Nothing, not even a flimsy cardboard shelter, stood against the grimy walls aside from a few large dumpsters. The ground showed traces of water recently dried up. Ged figured the sewer drain in the middle of the alley backed up and flooded the place, which would explain why no one occupied this otherwise prime piece of real estate. Oh well, it would serve Ged well enough as a resting place until he figured out where to go next.
Ged dropped his backpack next to one of the dumpsters and plucked a Pokeball from his pocket to fiddle with while he thought. He could go to the Pokemon Center and check it out. He could use their showers and rooms now that he had a Pokemon from the lab; even if he didn’t have a license, the sparkling vaccinated Pokemon were proof enough. But Ged didn’t feel like going indoors just now. He was restless. He was always restless, like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch, the urge to go somewhere, to do something.
The teen tossed the Pokeball up and caught it. A year ago, he would have fumbled the ball and dropped it, but Ged had practiced to regain the hard won motor skills and coordination he now possessed. Ged threw the Pokeball up higher in the air and caught it again just as easily.
The Pokeball reminded Ged of a game he would play with the other local children. They would take an old discarded or broken Pokeball and play with it, bouncing it off of knees, feet, anything besides their hands. Ged used to be good at the game…he wondered if he was still any good at it.
He dropped the Pokeball and kicked it back up with one foot, the plastic sphere thwacking solidly into his waiting palm. He threw it again, this time bouncing it twice off his foot and then off his knee before returning it to his hand. Ged gradually grew more confident, his old skills returning quickly until the Pokeball was bouncing off of Ged’s shoulder, elbow, heel, even going to balance on the back of his neck for a moment before he flipped it off.
Ged got caught up in the game, in the almost painful impact of the Pokeball against skin stretched over bone, and prepared for one of the more complicated moves he knew. He kicked the ball up, bounced it off the wall, and went to catch it. The ball hit an uneven part of the wall and bounced off at an angle, to his right. Ged reached out, but the ball sailed right past, as he had reached with the arm that wasn’t there anymore. Ged stopped and scowled at his right shoulder. Stupid thing. He hadn’t messed up like that in a while, but it was always annoying and jarring to reach and fall very short of something that should be easily grabbable.
He huffed a frustrated breath and looked for the dropped Pokeball. At first it was nowhere to be found, but eventually he located it under one of the dumpsters. With a resigned look at the disgusting ground and his relatively clean clothes, Ged dropped to the ground and reached into the dark depths underneath the dumpster.
Pokemon in thread: level five level five
[[just a note, can Ged be spawned something that's not from Gen V? I want some variety in his party ^.^]]
Pidgey's body rose higher and higher from the ground. Its next was near central city, towering buildings and the fountain near by in which he could drink from its clean water source, but now, this bird was on a mission, a mission that led him to fly over the slums of grimer court. The bird flinched when he smelled what exactly lay below him, grasping the string in his mouth tighter as if it was going to fall from his beak and get lost in the filth below.
He shrugged his feathery shoulders in mid flight, droping down just a bit to catch what went on below. He could see the miniscule humans rushing to and fro to get their business done with as much swiftness as a rampant rattata. Nasty creatures, rattata, never understanding ciility and always taking the route of attacking first, talk later.
The Pidgey flapped his wings into the air, kicking off a smog cloud as he reached higher and higher. His keen eyes blinked as he tilted his beak down to see a glimmer of an object. Its shiny surface made the creature titter with curiosity, was that a boy on the ground? He dipped into a shallow dive, banking to the right as he lowered himself to the ground; he was all alone and on his hands and knees looking for something to eat - or so the pidgey assumed.
"Pidgey, Pid piiid -gey" He cawed as he landed on top of the dumpster, sheilding his face with a wing to block out the smell. The boy wouldn't be able to understand him but he meant to say Why are you looking for worms in this place?. The string still hung in his mouth, and his eyes fell towards the ground, watching the boy.
Pidgey spoke to Ged and did not attack LV05 ♂ Pidgey keen eye; tackle, sand-attack
At first, Ged paid no attention to the sound of flapping wings. But then talons clicked against the metal of the dumpster and a very familiar Pokemon call reached his ears. He paused in his perusal of the underside of the dumpster and looked up. Just as he thought, a Pidgey. Perfect. All he had to do was reach the stupid Pokeball and he could get to beating up the annoying creature.
His fingertips brushed the edge of the Pokeball, but the sphere mere rolled a few more inches, just out of reach. Ged cursed and wiggled out enough so he could sit up. He glared at the Pidgey, just daring the bird to comment on Ged’s short reach.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered the bird. The Pokeball under the dumpster would have to wait, which was a shame because he’d been planning on having Liri take the first shot on whatever wild Pokemon appeared, but he had two Pokemon. The Pidgey was screwed either way.
Ged pulled the second Pokeball out of his pocket and enlarged it. He tossed it up, releasing the fossil Pokemon inside. “Kebe, let’s go!”
The brightly colored prehistoric bird appeared in a flash of red light. Ged’s smile widened. This was so cool! He had his own Pokemon, and he was about to win his first fight. He almost wished the Pidgey had a better chance in this fight. The thing looked kind of fat to his eyes, but then again, most bird types did…except for his awesome Kebe, of course.
“Kebe, attack the Pidgey!” Ged ordered.
Kebe blinked and squinted in the murky shadows of the alley. What was going on? Where was he? This was nothing like the clean place he’d seen after the long sleep. He took a cautious sniff only to clasp his claws over his beak, eyes watering. What was this place! It reeked!
Ged snickered at his Pokemon’s distress. The modern world was probably quite a shock to the fossil. All he’d seen was a brief glimpse of Cypress’ lab, just long enough for Ged to name him and introduce himself. Ged gave the Archen a moment to adjust, but he had to move quickly, otherwise the Pidgey might fly away. “Kebe, attack the Pidgey already!”
Kebe was very confused. What was a Pidgey? Why was this person (a human, if he remembered correctly) yelling at him? Whatever, the boy had mentioned attacking, and that was something Kebe was always up for. That plump, scrumptious looking bird atop the large green rock looked quite yummy.
Eyes alight, Kebe leered at the bird. “I prithee, do not venture forth from your perch!” he cackled. Kebe lunged forward, wings open.
Ged grinned. The Archen was no doubt about to jump up and divebomb that stupid Pidgey where it stood.
To Ged’s dismay, Kebe did not leap into flight. He did jump up, quite high in fact, but instead of flying, the Archen lashed out with his claws, trying to latch onto the side of the dumpster. With a sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard, Kebe’s claws screeched and slid down the metallic surface.
Kebe flailed. What was this foul trickery? He landed back on the dirty ground with a thump, and glared up at the Pidgey. “Come down here!” he ordered the bird, “Cease your tricks and witchery!”
Ged facepalmed. Out of all the birds, he had to get the one that couldn’t fly! Maybe he should have paid more attention…he knew there were Pokemon that couldn’t fly and stuff, especially the old ones, but he’d thought an Archen’s brightly feathered wings would be enough to hold up the scrawny Pokemon’s weight. Stupid thing.
Goodness gracious and by Arceus! All the Pidgey had come here for was to get a quick meal, but instead, he found himself smack in the middle of a battle. Quite frankly, the Pokémon was rather offended by this. He'd come here to eat and not to battle, although now, a showdown was inevitable. At least the boy's Pokémon didn't seem to be too much stronger than himself. Perhaps he could even beat his Pokémon! Yes, he'd show this rude kid!
He felt himself shudder as the Archen leered at him with its beady eyes. But from his perch atop the dumpster, the Pokémon was not too concerned about what was happening. The Pokémon couldn't even reach him. The Pidgey peered over the edge of the dumpster with a silly grin on. "Oh, a bird that cannot fly!" he exclaimed, feigning sympathy for the purpose of mockery. "Oh, how unfortunate!" The Pidgey gave a slight cackle, giving some insight into its slightly sadistic side of its personality.
And just to piss the Archen off more, the Pidgey fluttered back into the the dumpster's cavernous mouth, hopping off its metal lip and proceeded to kick the smelly, rotting trash out at the Archen. There was no sand for him to kick at the Archen, but the trash would have the same effect. It was a little difficult to battle while being bombarded with aluminum cans and leftover food bits and much harder to hit your target.
Ged snickered as Kebe attempted to dodge the thrown trash. He made no move to help the Archen. His Pokemon needed some independence. If it started looking too pathetic, then maybe he would step in, but Ged wanted to know if Kebe could solve a simple problem. Bird was up there, Kebe down there, now how did he fix that problem?
Kebe rubbed at his eyes. That foul smelling brute! How rude of prey to throw what the Archen could only guess was offal at one such as him!
"Cease! I must protest-" Kebe began, only to receive an especially smelly piece of trash straight to the beak. He squawked angrily and sputtered, trying to claw the taste off of his tongue.
The Archen jumped angrily at the dumpster again. His claws skittered off the smooth surface and he only screeched his way back down to the ground. But that didn't stop Kebe from trying again. And again. And again.
Well, at least he was stubborn? Ged shrugged a shoulder. The sound was getting on his nerves, so he figured he had better step in. He looked around on the ground for a rock and, upon spotting a likely piece of broken off sidewalk, hefted it and chucked it at the dumpster. It crashed into the metal and surprised Kebe so much he fell off where he had gained a tenuous perch grasping desperately onto the dumpster. Kebe turned on Ged with a hiss, bleary, irritated eyes glaring daggers at the boy.
"Kebe, use Rock Throw," Ged commanded, "Just chuck it at the bird already."
Kebe glared at Ged, but he was altogether too stringy and lean to be a good prey. The Pidgey was much fatter and tastier looking. The Archen hefted the rock and chucked it into dumpster. Hopefully he would hit the bird.
The Pidgey was still in the process of snickering at the flightless bird. "Flightless bird, flightless bird!" it chanted from the top of the dumpster. Being a Pokémon of flight, he found it absurdly amusing that Kebe could not. "Hey, so what are those limbs you've got there? You call those wings?" he taunted before squawking with laughter. The Archen had gone to perch on his trainer's shoulder again, perhaps trying to gain more height. Still, it would not quite have been enough to reach the lip of the dumpster. "Poor bird, poor bird! He who cannot fly is very poor indeed!" Whatever that was supposed to mean.
But the Pidgey's taunting did not last long. The Pokémon let out a surprised squawk when it was hit in the head with a rock. The Pokémon screeched in irritation as he fell backwards and landed in a heap of smelly garbage. "Eugh, disgusting!" he said as he spat a rotting banana peel out of his beak. That Archen would pay for disgracing him! The Pidgey fluttered back to the lip of the dumpster while glaring daggers at the Archen. If looks could kill, the fossil Pokémon would have dropped dead by staring into his eyes. Again, the Pidgey proceeded to kick more garbage out at the Archen, but when he realized it had been the Pokémon's trainer who had commanded the Pokémon to use Rock Throw, he began to kick garbage at the teen as well.
Trash showered Ged and Kebe, though Ged got the worst of it since he was the bigger target. Rotten food scraps and dirty, damp pieces of cardboard and other miscellaneous trash left large discolorations on Ged's shirt. The teen saw red, and it wasn't just because he needed a haircut. Ged worked hard to keep his clothes clean, and to not look like a low life street rat. His father had raised him to have pride, even if they had nothing else. Even if Ged's clothes were several times handed down, from the free clothing dispersed to the refugees, or stolen from a store, Ged always made sure they were clean and well mended. The Pidgey had just wasted valuable laundry money Ged could have used for something else, like food, or to save up to make his Pokemon stronger.
That bird was going to pay. Ged glared daggers at the dumpster, then bent down, picked a dirty sock off of Kebe's face, and looked the bird straight in the eyes.
"You better kill that thing," the trainer said in a menacing tone.
Kebe squawked. He hadn't heard a growl like that since the Aerodactyl tried to eat him and his egg mates and his mother had shown up just in time to kick prehistoric ass. But the Archen wasn't cowed. He hissed and swiped at Ged's face. The teen was already moving, and Kebe's eyes smarted from the trash. He was going to have the worst case of pink eye when this was all over.
Ged stomped up to the dumpster and threw Kebe into the large metal box with a mighty, one-handed heave. He kicked the dumpster for good measure, the vibrations reverberating through both the dumpster and through his tattered shoe.
Kebe tumbled into the pile of trash and shakily got to his feet. He hissed at the dumpster wall when it made noise at him, skittering backward in surprise. It was then he realized he was now within striking distance of the Pidgey! What a good move by Ged! Now he could catch his dinner.
The Archen rounded on the Pidgey and Leered to stop his prey in its tracks. "Here pretty birdy. I don't want to hurt you," he hissed, eyes blazing, "I'm just going to eat you!" With that, he lunged for the Pidgey, claws outstretched and ready to pluck the Pidgey clean.
The Pidgey squawked with amusement as the boy was now steaming with anger. He found this whole situation to be rather humorous now, although his wing remained pinned to his beak in hopes to keep the nasty smell of trash out. And to keep his piece of string in. He had nearly lost it several times already (between talking, throwing garbage, and being hit with a rock) and he was surprised he still had the thing. But was still pleased. It was what he wanted, right? So why be surprised it was still there. What really surprised him was the boy suddenly approaching him.
His wings fluttered instinctively and he kicked more garbage hurriedly toward them, now focusing on the Archen more than the boy. If the boy was going to make the bird attack again, well he would have to stop them both. Still, the efforts did not really work. In a matter of seconds, the Archen was in the dumpster with him! Again pinning his wing to his beak, he wondered what to do. Instantly, he was hit with a Quick Attack, which caught him off guard even more. Not only was the flightless bird suddenly in the trash with him, but now it knew how to attack on its own too? The Pidgey squawked again, this time no longer amused as it instantly took off into the air. His wings beat heavily to keep him in flight and he decided that he was probably in a bad situation now. That rock throw had not been pleasant, after all. And the Quick Attack, well he was feeling rather weakened already.
Pulling in his wings, he went into a dive bomb toward the colorful bird. He was going to Tackle it and hoped that his aerial version of the attack would help him out. He was not feeling too powerful anymore, after all. Besides, all that trash was hopefully still keeping the Archen's accuracy off (as well as the humans) so he figured he should not have to worry too much about missing or suddenly being hit again. Swooping in, then doing his best to retreat to the air, he again found himself laughing at the Archen. {What kind of bird cannot fly? Look at how pathetic you are sitting there in a dumpster while I am up here! I can even make my attacks work better by attacking from the skies,} Well now, he was growing rather full of himself. Which could be bad. Especially since he was still in striking distance.
Ged strained and stretched in an attempt to spy into the dumpster. He even jumped up and down, but the staccato, strobe-light view wasn't worth looking like a three-year old on a sugar high. With a grimace, Ged grabbed onto the edge of the dumpster and pulled himself up high enough to peer in. The paint and rust flaked away under his grasp, and Ged swore the smell was worse than a sewer. But such were the trials of those who were short smaller than average.
What Ged saw mostly made up for his uncomfortable position and brought a smile to his face. The Pidgey seemed to have completely forgotten its strategy to keep out of Kebe's strike range and was wheeling in at Ged's Archen for an ineffectual Tackle. "Kebe, leer and a Wing Attack," Ged ordered, losing his grip on the dumpster and dropping back to the ground.
The teen took a second to grab an empty Pokeball from his bag and returned to the dumpster. He hooked his arm over the edge and pulled himself up with a grunt. The edge dug into his elbow, but Ged stubbornly kept pulling, and set his feet against the wall and dumpster in order to keep himself up and his hand free. He tossed the Pokeball at the Pidgey as soon as Kebe's attack hit. He then dropped down and went to retrieve Kebe's Pokeball. The Archen was likely to be annoyed that Ged had stolen his prey, but Ged knew that Pokemon fetched a great price on the market, especially those that had been vaccinated. If the Association who provided Ged with the vaccine grew annoyed, Ged would tell them he was merely recruiting new soldiers to fight the scourge with. He wouldn't be lying too badly, though Ged didn't care what the people did with the Pokemon he sold them.
Kebe hissed at the Pidgey's taunts, eyes leering, words escaping him in the rush of adrenaline-filled rage. He reacted reflexively to the tossed trash. By this time he knew the attack and easily dodged it. He did not even try to dodge the Tackle, instead holding out the clawed wings the Pidgey had so readily mocked, talons ready to hook into the Pidgey's tender flesh. Once he got a grip, Kebe brought his bony, even rocky wing down on the Pidgey's head.
The Pidgey was completely horrified once he realized that he had not been quick enough to escape. Instead, the pokemon had grabbed a hold of him. With a shriek, he flapped his wings heavily, dropping his string on his foot which flailed about wildly, trying to determine what was going on and how he would escape. Immediately, the leer seemed to bead down into his soul. He could feel his heart drop and gulped hard, realizing that he was not only in a bad position, but that this ancient pokemon might also find him to be a scrumptous snack. With a squeel, he again tried vigorously to free himself from the grasp of the Archen, only to suddenly feel the Wing Attack hit him directly in the head.
Again, he cried, finally freeing himself and stumbling backward. Falling into the trash, his wings flew up to his beak to cover it, only to realize that he was in far too much pain right now. His head was currently throbbing, his wings now sore and he knew that he was bleeding at least a little bit from the Archen's strong grip. He knew that he had to get away now. Quickly, he beat his wings and tried to take off into the air, but it was not such a great attempt. Instead, he swung sideways and could not get his balance enough to get up any higher than a few inches. Now he was more of a mess than ever before. Wings smacked the air viciously, especially once he saw the pokeball out of the corner of his eye.
Immediately after being sucked in, he tried hard to free himself. Smacking around inside the ball, he felt tired. Shaking himself out, he found himself growing tired. With a heavy pant, he decided that it was not working out and gave up. The pokeball stopped thrashing about violently and he allowed it to seal, accepting his defeat and the horrible mistakes he had made throughout the battle. He knew that he might have a chance to escape later on, or even be released, but for now he was stuck. Well, at least he was away from the Scourge, right? He sighed and began to rest in the ball, allowing it to heal him the way it was meant to, something that felt nice, for the most part.
level five
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