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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J almost smirked at delilah again. "okay," he said into his beer, and drank. it was funny how delilah went from excited to compete to completely unenthusiastic.
she sighed into her drink. "i regret everything." delilah tipped her mug back further, as if it would help her forget. (which it ... probably would, actually.)
delilah downed the drink, tapping the counter for another. "i ... meant the medicine contest, but i guess you could say this entire journey is a fiasco." she had thought leaving would let her get over her past and protect issac -- two pidgey, one damned stone -- but she had failed in both. "i think i'm just not cut out for this shit." she took another big gulp of the alcohol.
J had stopped drinking by now, thinking that between the two of them, one of them needed to remain completely sober. and it would definitely be him -- he had a bad feeling about delilah especially when she had gone from solemn to GASP MY SOUL MY SOULLLL in the timespan of two gulps of beer.
"if you've got the will, i don't think you've got a problem," J pointed out, and drank some more.
she rested her forehead on the counter. "yeah, yeah, whatever." she finished off her second and called for a third. she needed more of the poison running through her system, certainly. "... and one for mister i-am-as-emotional-as-a-rock here, too."
it was good to have drinks flow for free instead of him paying for them. he was on a shoestring budget to make the hot chocolate last as long as he could to the extent that rice became a privilege. maybe he should invest in one of those cut hms some time soon for a berry grove in ceres he'd heard about.
he gently patted her on the shoulder and hoped she didn't throw up or start crying.
she felt J's hand on her shoulder, and the woman leaned over to rest her head on him. "you better thank me for these," she mumbled, drawing patterns on the side of her glass. "and you're comfortable."
the woman mumbled something about 'ungrateful bastards' and 'as responsive as a stick' before wrapping her right arm around his shoulders. "still waiting for the thank you, jerk." her face lit up. "J is for jerk -- yess, that's excellent."
J hadn't expected that conclusion, really, but he remained silent as he pushed his own share of beer towards delilah. he glanced at her, and realized that his uneasiness had stemmed from her wrapping her arm around his shoulders and her head, resting on him.
briefly, he wondered if bitter powder would make her sober again.
she stared at the drink. "as long as i'm holding you, i can't take it." the woman pouted, moving her hand to poke at his cheek. "jerk. way to rub salt in my ever-tender wounds!"
"what." it took effort to keep confusion from seeping into his voice. he lifted the tankard and attempted to feed her more beer in the hopes of knocking her out into a state of sleep. "goldilocks."
she gladly accepted the drink, even dismissing his goldilocks comment. (was he colorblind?) delilah nodded it away before shooting a pointed glance at her hand resting in her lap. "i can't use it, duuuh."
"okay," J said. whatever delilah wanted to say, he heard. whatever she said, he listened. it only seemed normal to ask why next, but J didn't. he'd figured something was up after she could only punch him after turning around to an awkward angle, but not to the extent that it was crippled. injured, maybe, but not that.
