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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Post by cold volume on Mar 24, 2013 21:52:50 GMT -5
Her back was pressed against the wall of the warehouse, the fat tablet of a pokedex against her chest. Elekid trundled behind her like a toddler, not really sure what would happen. Regina was a city girl - a Nerio girl, accustomed to the laboratory's purity and bustle, but here she was trying to gather entries in the field like some sort of grunt. What had the world become? The entire area was quiet - a ghost town of crates, steel, rust, and weeds. The pebbles on the pavement ground awkwardly under her black heels while her crocodile eyes methodically flicked around.
She slowly came with a cold reluctance towards the corner, where she heard something moving. She could hear banging metal. Regina looked down at her young Elekid, and whispered "Let's wait a moment. See what it does,". Then, she knelt down and put an arm around Amos, peering cautiously in the direction of the bend.
note. it would be cool if at least one other person jumped into this before the NPC pokemon attack!
it wasn't hard to notice which areas were the ones that the locals avoided. humans liked to stick with humans, with safety and assurance. J trekked cautiously along the path to the abandoned warehouse, hands in the pockets of his parka.
a shadow slid across the crates stacked on the warehouse floor, and J paused in his steps, straining his ears to catch some sort of voice: the low growl of a wild pokémon, or the lilt of a human voice. he heard nothing, and quickly slipped from the darkness into light and back into the shadows.
The eevee riders on her shoulder. Thalia can feel the tips of his claws through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt. She didn't put on a jacket this morning, and she's regretting it. Her skin is pebbled with goosebumps underneath her sleeves, and she suspects that the eevee is pressed tight against her neck more out of a desire for warmth than any particular fastidious about dirtying his paws on the warehouse floor. But she's not going to bring that up; his teeth are a little too close to her right ear.
They're not alone. Thalia can hear a voice across the way, mingled with the sound of crashing crates. Someone moving inventory about, perhaps? The eevee's claws dig into her even tighter for a fraction of a second, and her hand rises on instinct to scritch the top of his head. "A mystery," she whispers to him, and begins to walk steadily towards the direction of the noise.
it's the usual evening, and the trio of smoochum, meditite, and stunky are at their usual.they are finally at peace with the winter cold that has been plaging their residence for the past few months, but they are never quite at peace with each other. with the increase of human development, territory can be a matter of life or death.
with the latest explosion of liquid stench, the smoochum and meditite scramble for cover, knocking over a few crates in the process. the sound of footsteps follow after, and all three pokemon pause in their scrimmage.
when facing a common foe, even the most dedicated of enemies are able to band together in their mutual dislike.the last thing that any of them need right now is more rivalry to threaten their holdings.
there seems to be three enemies coming their way in different directions. their course is clear.
when the smoochum catches the sight of yellow, she launches herself with a pound before following it up with a sweet kiss. the meditite doesn't underestimate the boy - hardly any humans paid a visit without pokemon nowadays. she steals the opportunity to set up a meditate, willing her patience. thefire punch that is thrown afterwards is a nice present for the cold. the eevee is far out of stunky's reach, but he compensates with a screech before letting loose a foul poison gas ________________________________________ smoochum - lvl 10 - female - oblivious - pound, lick, sweet kiss, wish meditite - lvl 10 - female - pure power - bide, meditate, confusion, fire punch stunky - lvl 10 - male - stench - scratch, focus energy, poison gas, screech, fury swipes, flame burst ________________________________________ ROLLS 75% and below, lovely kiss hits 80% and below, poison gas hits
Post by cold volume on Mar 25, 2013 23:51:14 GMT -5
Her imagination twisted into horrible things, dark shapes and shadows with sharp, red teeth and pale, drained eyes. She didn't know what was to come, what will leap from this brown iron palace, but it must be confronted. Regina furrowed her brow and pressed her glasses to her face. She couldn't run now. She was in too deep, and if things were going to get better for that broken skarmory, she needed an injection of vaccine.
"All right," she said, "go!" With a leap, the plug burst like an ape into the scene. The kid skidded across the ground as a smoochum slammed into his face, quite a pound, with her big, plush lips. As her little body bounced away, Elekid fell back woozily, walking like a drunk. However, she did not seem to landed the right spot. The kid rubbed his cheek and frowned, static snapping in his fur from the friction.
Regina, clutching her clipboard to her chest, her eyes stern, hard and uncaring, training on the opponent. She held the Pokedex's eye to the queer, pink devil with great, sassy lips, and she began collecting visual data. The colors streamed before her on the screen of the Pokedex, slightly off from reality. A target focused on the bizarre pink mess skirted in dead grass, zooming in and out of its appearance and generating a 3D model.
Quickly, she spoke up to The Kid - "Give him a dirty look with leer! And swift (+ spatk bonus) too! Now! Take the blitze, Kid!"
But a cruel smell entangled itself over her and her eyes began to tear up. Purple gas had seemed to bubble out of the very air of the room and she looked fearfully at Amos. The stars spewed from his fists as he punched the air, but his princely fur shivered and cringed.
"Stop! KID! Hold your breath! she coughed, locking her mouth shut because the vapors had begun to burn her lips. It smelled like stunky - disgusting wild ones that wandered Nerio's alleyways every now and then digging in the trash. As the poison gas dissipated from the air, the elekid with the bruised, swollen eye fell on his knees puking and shivering.
{b]"You should get up," she said from her distance, not taking a step closer with her hand haughtily held up over her nose from the throw up. "We're not done. There must be more of them in here. Hey! CLEAR THIS PLACE OUT!!" she shouted suddenly at Amos. "FAST! THERE'S A SCARED AND DESPERATE POISON TYPE! GET ON WITH IT!"
Crates were everywhere, and now she saw where a her Elekid had knock some over, another trainer. "Hey! Help me!" she shouted.
Now whipping his mouth, The Kid stood up without a shudder. A purple, nasty glob had been spit out.
the sound of falling crates sound again, and this time, J was certain that it was neither trick nor slight. three different pokémon had him reaching for three separate pokéballs, but it was quickly apparent that there were three different people around with attacks being sent in different directions.
the glowing meditite approached J, while the other two had scattered off to target the others. the trainer released wing from its pokéball, the skarmory grounding itself firmly upon release. flames burst from the creature's fist, and J moved back, into the barrier offered by some crates.
to wing, he spoke. "it's obvious what kind of threat it is, isn't it?" wing gave a small grunt in response, eying the meditite, before darting aside in a clatter of metal feathers. too late to completely avoid it, the punch still skimmed the side of wing's body, and amidst a low, sudden caw from the avian, it drove its beak towards the enemy with peck.
Thalia doesn't really know what's going on right now, but she does know that this is definitely not an official Pokemon League sanctioned battle. Nonetheless, habit is hard to break, and as the stunky attacks she shifts out of herself, into the trainer, issuing orders seamlessly.
She and the eevee dive in opposite directions. She lands heavily on her side behind a crate and lifts herself up a moment later to lack eyes with her eevee, who is perched upon a bag of sand. "Sand Attack" she commands and the eevee--ignores her. Instead he propels himself downward from the bag to crash at the Stunky foe with a kamikaze Tackle.
Whether the attack succeeds or not is no longer any of Thalia's concern. She trust the eevee, in a way, and something else has caught her attention enough to draw her away: someone crying out for help. Thalia stumbles after the voice out of instinct.
What she finds is not what she expects. A long shock of glossy black hair, glasses, a woman--
Even though the other girl is being attacked, Thalia can't help but glare at her in hopes of chasing up her blurry memory. "Don't I know you?" she asks. Timing, Thalia, timing.
the smoochum shuffles back after being leered at, its little body quivering.it's a good thing that she did - the poison gas isn't far behind. before she can attack, however, the swift catches her in the stomach, and the smoochum is knocked back against a wall. it hurts, and she hurriedly casts a wish in desperation. hopefully, she will hold out. in the meantime, she huddes against the wall, waiting for the gas to dissipate.
the meditite is less lucky. she isn't quite fast enough to dodge the incoming peck, and now she's reaping her reward. the pain sears her stomach, and she knows that she is running out of time fast. bide is already out of the question. she meditates
[/i] again, and this time, the meditite attempts to keep her distance with confusion. she doesn't need it to be effective - she just needs to knock the bird out of the way. [/div]
the stunky snarls as he feels the weight of the incoming eevee. he is also knocked backwards, but he regains his footing relatively quickly. he steadies himself with focus energy
[/i] before returning the favor with a fury swipes[/div]
Post by cold volume on Mar 27, 2013 23:57:06 GMT -5
This warehouse is really creeping her out. The poison in the air, the creaking of the roof, the thumps of snow falling down from the banging of their scuffles. Regina stands amidst a pile of rotting wooden crates with her pokedex clutched to her chest. It is as if she thinks a piano would fall on her if she made a wrong step. Regina needed to stay where she could see everything and yell at the Kid to get moving if something dreadful lunged at her. She only had him, after all. To protect her, that is.
"Thundershock, again. You gotta keep it away from me!!" she cried to Amos. The Elekid rubbed it's hands together and they lit up again like a mad scientist's machine with all that crackle. The lightening casting the Smoochum's horrified shadow on the wall behind it.
The researcher then turned to find a woman, dust on her cheek, climbing over a small pile of crates towards. Regina promptly ran over as fast as she could in her stupid heels - it was Mr. De Luca's girl. Pink hair in a prim, posh bob, wow, it had been a while since they had eaten petite fours and pretended to be friends. She had done a lot abroad hadn't she?
"Yes, you do" she said immediately, grabbing Thalia's sleeve "-- but really, Thalia I'm so happy to see you I-I-help me." She pointed shakily to where her Pokemon fought. "I've never done this before, and I don't know if he's winning or not! What if it's stronger than him? There was poison g-gas!!! What if he's poisoned? What if I'm poisoned???" She stepped back a second, embarrassed, but afraid too, and so so so very unlike her old bemused and confident self.
wing screeched, the confusion assaulting it mentally. the onslaught caused the skarmory to take a few step backwards; if it had been the meditite's intention to get wing to back off, then it had succeeded.
from behind the crates, J watched as his pokémon struggled against the confusion. "agility," he said, and watched as the dust rose from around wing's feet.
the skarmory rushed for the meditite, double peck at the ready.
Thalia blinked at her--Regina? But there was no time for that. The dark-haired girl was babbling, a veritable river of information that Thalia had to struggle to process. "If you're not exhibiting any effects from the poison gas by now, and neither is your pokemon, you're probably safe," she answered. "But right now, all we can do is focus on getting out of here. Your pokemon seems to be doing well so far but--do you want me to help?" It felt rude, just intruding on someone else's battle. Left over etiquette from the day when battles were clean and had rules, she supposed.
The eevee, in the meantime, left away as the stunky charged, and dodged fury swipes easily, before springing off the wall at the enemy with a quick attack. toska
the smoochum cries out at the sudden bolt of electricity, its hair frizzing upon contact. she just has to hold out - hold out for a little while, and everything will be alright. she wants to give the elekid another kiss, but that terrible leer - suddenly, that didn't seem like such an appealing option.
instead, she opts to pound at the elekid, betting all her remaining strength on this.
the meditite is less lucky - she doesn't even have time to retaliate with a punch when the skarmory closes in with a steel beak, meant to tear flesh and bone. in the span of five seconds, she is felled.
the stunky spits and yowls at the eevee, blasting another poison gas in its face, determined to give it a nasty little souvenir. then, he spews a flame burst, intending to take care of what the other could not. he is clearly the superior combatant here-
Post by cold volume on Mar 31, 2013 15:18:21 GMT -5
Somewhere, another battle raged. Regina could hear it and saw the dust rise. "There's someone else, out there too," she muttered to Thalia, softly, whispering now and leaning in to say it in her ear.
The Smoochum bets a pound on Amos, and he scrunches up his face and takes the blow. He falls back, clutching a bruised eye. Suddenly, the air starts turning purple again. He covers his mouth and doesn't breath like his master told him to do and effectively dodges the noxious poison. That was a close one.
Regina could feel her eyes water from the purple mist that hung in the air again -- and she saw it now, the ugly violet stunky with its tail raised on the crates, breathing heavily. Clinging to Thalia, she held up her pokedex to snipe the poison type. "Y-you eevee?" she asked, her eyes flicking away from Elekid for but a moment. "Yes, help. C-crips, what a mess. Yes, but that stench I-I-" It would have been better not to disturb anything in the room. "I don't have any medicine on me."
J threw a pokéball across the warehouse floor, in hopes to catch the meditite as wing returned to his side. the trainer had an arm raised to cover himself from the noxious gas, and moved to the other side of the warehouse after retrieving the pokéball with the hopefully-captured meditite.
there was still a battle going on in the other sides, after all.
he didn't recognize the other two combatants squaring off against a smoochum and a stunky, but he knew the type advantage that he had going against a poison-type -- no. the skunk pokémon surprised J with a burst of fire, and J had to reconsider.
wing, however, was raring to go, and J decided to send it into the fray with a swift on the stunky.
My eevee," Thalia repeated with a sinking feeling, watching the small pokemon falter as poison gas took effect--and oh look, that was a lovely little wash of flame pouring over him, singing the tip of his tail. The normal type stumbled to the side as the skarmory launched its attack, taking a moment to pull himself together before finally using that sand attack she'd told him to use ages ago on the stunky. He was wobbly on his feet, though, wheezing from the poison in his lungs, and Thalia bit her lip in annoyance. He'd be of no use to help Regina's pokemon.
Dratini came out, and the dragon-type shook her head once, proud and aware of the profile she cut against the dim reek of the warehouse before remembering that she'd ben called out for a reason. She used thunder wave and then water pulse on the smoochum pummeling the elekid. Thalia turns to catch the skarmory's trainer in her peripheral vision, raise a hand to him.
