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.
swarms
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Post by cold volume on Mar 29, 2013 11:45:25 GMT -5
When she first found these two, the were exploring her camp, putting pots on their heads and saluting each other. They had found her stash of lemon soda too, and were guzzling it down as the waddled and poked her nap-sack. Even after she shooed them away, banging loud pots together, the still continued to follow her. Finally, she threw a single pokeball at them and they went in together.
Now she had come to a little clearing. It was a small camp in the forest with a well and cooking pits. Originally, it had been a vacationing and picnic area, but now, it was an outpost for travelers and a small headquarters for rangers. There was a log cabin, and a wooden watch tower. Despite the fortifications of the area and the gloom of the snow, a warm and inviting red tent had been set up. It was as large as a circus!
A boyscout approached her --
"Hello ma'am, would you like to be a sponsor in our fundraiser and sign up for a friendly double battle? The other person who signed up is waiting over there just inside!"
"I'll give it a go," she said, looking down at her new pokemon...
When she released them, they still wore pots on their head. Harry punched Marv on the shoulder and pointed at their new trainer. Marv looked at her and saluted. "Fake out, Harry! Get in his face!" she told one squirtle. "Marv, give it a tackle!"
They puffed up their chests and carried out her orders--
toska NOTE: please assume your character is the other person waiting for a partner to fight, orz. HARRY - lvl 1 - tackle, fake out MARV - lvl 1 - tackle, mist
he really didn't feel like being reduced to mere entertainment, but stefan has done a hell of a lot worse for food. after thoroughly interrogating the boyscouts about his target's whereabouts, they had offered him an opportunity to earn his keep. none of his money mattered if there was not a grocery store in sight. he had been rationing closely, but the new pokemon additions started to strain his supplies. in stefan's experience, hungry stomachs usually meant rebellious minds. that, he will not tolerate.
such is the fate of a man who still hasn't learned how to differentiate between poisonous plants and edible ones. he would have to purchase a book in the next city.
for now, he submits to their little game for what they can offer him. stefan doesn't think that he recognizes the girl who stands before him, but that isn't important. food is important.
nadja and gerfried stand upon the battlefield. the bulbasaur sizes up her opponents doubtfully, the pawniard takes no pleasure in these thoughts. already, the fight has begun.
bisharp catches the squirtle in a sucker punch before faltering under the weight of the tackle. the bulbasaur chooses to dodge the tackle and lashes out with a vine whip, expecting easy victory.
in the back, stefan's stomach only grumbles. he doesn't even have the decency to look embarrassed.
Post by cold volume on Mar 29, 2013 17:23:37 GMT -5
Regina puckered her lips. Marv got a tackle in nice n' square - a real hard jab in the rib for the old pawniard, but the sucker punch got him good. Too good. Black and purple fists pummeled the lil squirt. Meanwhile, the bulbasaur lashed the squirtle like a schoolmaster. It didn't take long for the wet bandits to become a pile of blue goo.
While they waged the throws of battle, Regina flicked out her pokedex as keen as a spy. She captured the bulbasaur first, its leafy tendrils extending into the animation on her screen after a matrix garble of fuzz. Then, the pawniard - sleek as a motorcycle driver - or a futuristic chess piece. The pokedex droned on its explanation of their diet and habits identified by their genetic make-up.
victor: stephan bulbasaur + 0.5 lvls pawniard + 0.5 lvls squirtle + 4 lvls squirtle + 4 lvls (it's bc you're ten levels OP >.<)
"Hey Mister! Why do you look so mean! Stop giving me that face!! Geez. It's making me nervous," Regina had begun to shout, but it ended in a murmur, crossing her arms.
"I thought I would be facin' a little kid or some scout master older brother or something-- Wanna give me another shot with a pokemon more your level?"
stefan receives his bag of food from one of the boys who rush up to him. he checks it and figures that the bread, fruits, berries, and nuts inside ought to last him another few days. he only spares a passing glance at the girl when the pokedex starts sounding. truly, he cares little for her mission. the scourge business has little to do with him personally, unless one of them tries to tear a limb off. that is to say, stefan makes no move to stop her either.
"why, i had assumed the same" he only smiles ironically at her indignation. "and why should i?" he sees no gains in pursuing another match and expending their precious energies for the sake of her entertainment.
[[ feel free to continue this, stefan's just being a dickhead ]]
Post by cold volume on Mar 30, 2013 22:31:08 GMT -5
A bag of goodies was brought to her and she looked at his in comparison. His was fatter and fuller, and suddenly, she felt a sore pain roll through her. She had lost, again. To some trainer. Her hand came with sass to her hip and she looked through her pokedex for a bit the way posh girls look at their iphone waiting for the metro. That sour frown. It's only natural, so don't dislike her for it.
But this one certainly could talk. (Though, who was she to criticize?) She tucked the pokedex back into her bright green lab coat's pocket protector, and then, she speed-walked after his retreat. Coming up behind him, she pressed her nail hard into the back of shoulder.
"Y'know, we're all in the same boat. And the more information I can collect concerning pokemon and what makes them tick the more genetic samples I gather, the more vaccines I can refine.... The better off we are. It's important research. Noble. Kind. Philanthropic," she emphasized, shooting him a big word. "Why, I'm doing you a favor, heheh. You really ought to let me examine all yah got -- maybe I'll give you some medicine one day~" she finished with a charming lilt, coming to his side and flirtaciously pressing her shoulder against his.
He was a man, right? And however sharp and business-like he appeared, Regina knew she had nice eyes. She lifted her glasses up a bit to inspect his pert, stoic face.
at the sudden nail in his back, stefan nearly jumps. he is tempted to call for gerfried's restraint, but he opts to shoot her a poisonous glare. stefan might have sneered when she presented her shared-boat theory, but he doesn't. this is the cover that he has chosen to adopt - how else could he have received a vaccinated pokemon? if he quits on eos now...then he would have made a lot of unnecessary enemies. for now, stefan puts up the prettied facade that he had grown so fond of hating under the alejandro roof.
"i'm afraid that i don't quite understand the last word" really, he could have choked on the irony. "i could make an exception for survival, however." he doesn't quite believe her promise of vaccine, but that's alright. if she would avoid souring his position within eos, then that would be enough thanks.
now that the stakes are clear, stefan is all charm. a reserved sort of charm, mind you. he feels no desire to reciprocate her advances.
but then her face is in his, and the man can't help but feel as if he is an insect specimen on a plate. researchers had that kind of effect on stefan. how he hates it - he pulls back and withdraws some of his remaining pokemon.
the murkrow, charmander, staryu, and absol loiter, but a few look up to him curiously.
Post by cold volume on Apr 2, 2013 18:49:37 GMT -5
Regina evaded the posionous glare like an bumbling Caterpie evades the sting of its grumpy Weedle neighbor.
"OHHH!! Thank you so much!!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him and press his head into her bosom. "You're too generous!"
Then, with a hungry glint in her eye, she released the good fellow and turned her careful eye to his team.
"Hello there, Mister lizard!" She held up the Pokedex. Charmander. The crimson dragon. Basic level. Charcoal stuck under its claws,.Dry skin. Teeth like a dogs and breath as bad as sulfur. Regina waved her hand in front of her nose, moving on.
"Lovely color." She held up the pokedex. Staryu --- oh, she had that one already. She patted the good star on its top tip.
"Such a proud beak." She held up the pokedex. Murkrow. The black crow. Mysterious. Dark. Handsome. A touch eccentric. A beak the color of dusk - that fierce orange. Its feathers were as stiff as the chill night air. Regina shivered, moving on.
"How peculiar." She held the pokedex up. Absol. The absolute pokemon. Fur as white as snow. Horns as black as coal. A creature from a fairy tail? Such strange paws you have! Regina touched it with her stylus to inspect its fur.
Then, she put away the pokedex with a satisfied smile. "What did they give you for winning, anyway," she asked, eyeing his fat bag. She tapped her watch. "It's lunchtime, y'know."
it's the party's first encounter with a researcher up close. they find the situation rather strange, but they bear with it. their trainer seems to have allowed it, after all.
stefan is already biting into an apple. well, there goes his share before dinner. the bulbasaur and pawniard recieve a couple of plain berries each for their efforts. they would probably be resting in their pokeballs for the rest of the day, and the trainer himself would be walking towards di manes.
"it is" he smiles. "and now lunchtime is over. let's make haste before dinner creeps on us"
