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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the underground wasn't luxurious by any means, but it was safe -- the air didn't burn as it went down your throat, and the scourge was kept out. delilah regarded the area with no small amount of wonder. despite the wasteland people called decima right outside of their doorstep, there was still a single oasis of safety and respite. browsing through the medicine shop, delilah ran her fingers over the bitter roots and remedies. ("it tastes great! pokemon love it!" the sign claimed.)
biter medicines were horrible, but J enjoyed them over the pills that western medicine offered. he couldn't swallow them well, and he always found himself feeling that he'd rather be sick than endure such treatments. he tabbed through a packet of bitter powder, and wondered if he should get one for himself in the event he was wounded.
but he was not a pokémon, alas. he replaced the packet on the shelves and walked over to the female, and peered at what she was looking at.
delilah turned to face J, a small smile forming on her face. "you want some?" she asked jokingly, pointing at the sign. "it says they taste fantastic."
"i don't mind," J said. "if you'd buy." he looked at her, perhaps asking her indirectly if she was willing to rise to the challenge. the trainer picked a packet of black powder and held it in front of delilah.
her eyes narrowed at him. if she didn't know better, she would have said he knew exactly what to say to pull at her pride. "fine. we can each just take a packet." the woman slapped down the money for the 'medicine.'
J grabbed a plastic spoon off the counter. he figured some trainers might need the shopkeeper's help in subduing their pokémon while they fed them the bitter herbs.
"two spoonfuls, on the count of three." J neatly sliced open his packet with the aid of a knife and helped delilah cut hers as well.
delilah stared as he opened the packets. what the fuck was she doing, again? this was not human medicine this was shit for pokemon oh gods why did she let J talk her into this --
and then he said three, and down went the first spoonful. then the second, before allowed her mind to register the taste of the
fucking shit this tasted nasty
delilah resisted the urge to gag, instead struggling to swallow the medicine. she would not back down.
... but holy hell how could anything taste this bad.
J leisurely waited for delilah to take her first spoonful before digging in himself. the first spoonful took a little getting used to, but it was powder, and J swallowed it easily. he could see why pokémon didn't like it, though -- delilah was proof enough of that. he took another spoonful and swallowed that as well.
bitter powder or not, it was better than swallowing pills so fucking large he couldn't believe people actually could swallow them.
"third one?" he asked, in as gentle a voice as he could muster.
J shrugged. nothing was wrong with him, as far as he could tell. he did have thanatos living in his chest, though, but like delilah and the powder challenge, he could do nothing about it. he sealed the package (they came in resealable forms now) and dropped it into his bag.
J was a simple person, or so he'd like to think. he got himself some beer after debating between that and rye, and settled himself comfortably at the counter.
she made her life simple and just ordered whatever J did. the woman briefly contemplated agreeing to the competition, before remembering how badly their last one ended up. "... can we just drink." please.
