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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he reluctantly took the drink and sipped gently, then wondered if there were more stories.
"so this guy wants to buy a secondhand phone and asks, 'how much?' and the shopkeeper says, 'sixty'. the guy then says 'twenty?' and the shopkeeper yells, 'twenty years ago!' "
delilah wipes tears from her eyes as she wheezes. "J-face -- no, jerkface! yeah, jerkface --" she gasps for air -- "your stories are greaaat!" the woman rolled her r's, amusing herself for the next few moments by repeating the sound. "rrr. rrrrr. rrrrrrr!"
oh, right. "where d'you get these stories, J-face?"
unfortunately for J, delilah was a relatively balanced, coherent drunk -- so she simply slid off the stool she was on (and pretended the world wasn't doing strange shit at the edges of her vision) and stumbled made her way to J. ('relatively balanced;' at least she could still stand.)
J walked away from delilah, watching her footsteps, trying to see if she'd fall over at some point. she was stumbling already, and almost clambered over a stool in her attempt to get to him. he backed up, slowly.
delilah's expression turned down into a scowl. "uncool." he was avoiding her, wasn't he? he was avoiding her! delilah took ominous (?) steps toward him. "speak."
J watch delilah step towards him, and figured that he could probably best her in a physical match. it wasn't a big deal, anyway, to outfight a person. he was pretty confident in that aspect.
"come baaack!" not fair not fair not fair how come J got to move so fast and she didn't? (because he wasn't drunk, delilah.) delilah staggered ran toward him, her arm outstretched.
J casually watched as delilah navigated the pub as if it was an obstacle course. he could've sworn she would have tried crawling under the table if she hadn't found a way around it. he hopped over a stool and watched her stretch her arms out, like a zombie.
in a sudden burst of speed that -- wondrously -- didn't leave her face with a painful impression of the ground, delilah jumped forward and tapped J's arm. "tag. you're it!"
she frowned. "heey. no tag-backs!" the woman rolled her eyes as if J were a small child. "you have to tag someone else --" but ... there weren't many others there. huh. delilah pondered how tag would work with two people, before deciding eeeh fuck it. delilah scrambled back to her drink, downing half of it, before making her way back to J. the woman held it out. "drink more."
J drank. he drank, but he didn't manage to drink a lot anyway. half of what was left wasn't much; delilah had had most of what was in it. he suspected that she might be on her last legs, but her energy levels screamed otherwise.
