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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Tiffany hardly took notice when her Pokemon had started to pick up the pace ahead of her. She was too busy quietly (because the Zombie Survival Guide advised being quiet) voicing her concerns to thin air. How cold did it get at night? What was she going to do about the lack of toilets in the wild? Digging a hole was immediately out of the question – that was just gross.
Luckily, she noticed when her Rotom had nearly disappeared from her view, and past experience had taught her to never let the rascal out of her sight. She hurried to catch up but was almost too late – Mo was already hovering dangerously close to the back of a person’s head.
Ugh, this so wasn’t funny anymore.
“Mo!” she shouted at her partner Pokemon. “Don’t you dare. He doesn’t even have that much hair.” She looked at the boy and quickly added, “Not that your hair isn’t lovely, but…”
Her eyes flicked back up where Mo was – or where he had been. Oh god, where had he gone? Tiffany’s eyes darted around, trying to find him again, completely unaware that she made little – if any – sense to the stranger.
isaac, pansear and clavier were wandering through ceres forest, chatting with each other about the cherubi they had just helped out earlier. it felt good to help out a pokémon in need.
it didn't really like me, though, whined the monkey. "that's because you eat berries, apparently? it's not your problem, don't worry."
isaac laughed. clavier was as quiet and serious as usual. he wanted to say something, but felt an odd sensation at the back of his head. he turned around, and say nothing. clavier and pansear hadn't sensed anything as well, that is, until tiffany yelled out.
"my hair?" isaac asked, "what of it?" he tilted his head in question. what had happened while they were having a conversation?
you've lost your pokémon? clavier asked, glancing at the other ranger. ... rather, are you looking for it?
Tiffany stared for a moment as it dawned on her that the boy and his Pokemon seemed to be unaware that her own Pokemon had targeted the boy for his lame prank. “Nothing,” was her automatic, almost robotic response. She wasn’t much of a good liar. “Nothing about your hair except, um, maybe keep an eye on it.”
Her eyes still darted around the forest, looking for Mo. He was probably going to appear at any moment and try again. Tiffany was starting to regret picking a partial ghost type Pokemon – they weren’t easy to keep track of.
“He’s not lost… just hiding…” she answered slowly at first, then raised her voice so Mo could surely hear her. “He just thinks he’s being funny. Which he totally isn’t.” Funny the first couple of times? Okay, Tiffany would admit to that, but by now it had become embarrassing.
isaac blinked. "okay," he said slowly, glancing at tiffany. she seemed a little suspicious, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "you haven't really answered our question. by any chance, are you looking for your pokémon?"
it was odd to have someone talk to thin air. the only time isaac had seen that happen was during a magic show, and this certainly wasn't.
“Well, duh. Someone has to keep an eye on the little…” It wasn’t in her heart to finish that sentence. She stopped looking around and closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. She was starting to stress and stressing only led to bad aging.
When she opened them again it didn't take them long to notice her Rotom had reappeared in plain sight – plain sight, floating right behind the Pansear, with his weird little lightning arms outstretched to do some mischief. It occurred to Tiffany then that the Pansear would probably look at least a little funny with a mini-afro, but after all the fuss she had kicked up about the stupid prank (and not just in this instance) she couldn’t let it slide.
“Stop it. If you want to play with someone’s hair, play with mine,” she said, defeated. At least this time she didn’t appear to be talking to thin air… as long as they bothered to look behind the Pansear.
“I’m talking to my—” as Tiffany pointed at her partnered Pokemon, it was attacked with fire. She winced at the attack and pulled her arm back. “Mo?” The word had come out sounding like a worried squeak.
The flames died down and there was her Pokemon levitating lopsidedly with little black marks on his body leftover from the attack. Tiffany stood completely frozen, apart from a bottom lid of one eye which twitched. Sure, he had deserved whatever he got for acting up, but that didn’t make it any less of a shock.
vertigo (lvl 38 used incinerate on lvl 13. is that a one hit ko or just a big amount of damage?)
"... pansear!" isaac yelped, horrified. so much for being a pokémon ranger who cared for pokémon. he gasped, moving over to the rotom and staring at it.
"... mo?" he echoed tiffany's voice, as clavier glared down the pansear. the monkey frowned, huffing.
(for the sake of threading i say a hell lot of damage)
The Rotom blinked (as much as a Rotom could) and opened its mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. When he wriggled around in the air, and pulled himself back upright Tiffany snapped out of it. She rushed forward to her partner, stepping around the Pansear, and stopped short of hugging Mo.
“Are you okay?” It was a dumb and obvious question, but it escaped anyway. She didn’t wait for a response and turned straight back to the Pansear, feeling more annoyed than she first guessed she was.
the pansear was silent, and frowned at the other ranger. he also scared me, the monkey pointed out. it was natural for a wild pokémon to act in that manner.
isaac steered clear of defending his own assist pokémon. he did, however chip in after the monkey said its piece. he figured that apologizing wouldn't come across well, and so he said something else instead.
“Well, duh. He’s half ghosty.” Tiffany pointed out right back at the monkey, even if hers wasn’t as valid or even worded that well. She was still annoyed at it, but mostly because of how powerful its attack had been. She had been scared Mo would’ve been roasted to a crisp!
Mo hovered back behind Tiffan’y shoulder, glancing at the Pansear warily as he moved. “He is,” Tiffany admitted to the boy, embarrassed as she recounted of all the people he had sneaked up on in Proserpina. “He’s had this coming for a while. I guess.”
"i'm glad he's not ... too hurt, then," isaac said, still unsure of himself. "do you want to go to a pokémon center? i'll walk there with you, if you'd like."
Oh. A Pokemon Centre. That’s right. That’s where you were supposed to take injured Pokemon. But they had only just left Proserpina City! Tiffany didn’t really want to turn back already.
She looked Isaac in the eyes. “Is he really that bad? Won’t a potion work?” Even as she asked the question, she knew what the answer was going to be. Again, she failed to wait for an answer and gave in. “Fine. Pokemon Centre it is. You don’t mind walking with us, do you?”
The Pansear totally owed them, anyway, she decided.
"i sure don't. i'm sure clavier and pansear doesn't mind," isaac said, shooting either of them a glance. clavier nodded, its eyes serious so as to convey its intentions. "that's settled then." the ranger didn't wait for pansear's opinion.
the monkey clambered unto a tree and stared down at the group.
“Thanks for that.” Tiffany didn’t bother hiding the little relief in her voice (she didn’t trust herself to get out of this forest in a quick or efficient manner on her own – guides were welcome).
She turned back to Mo and made sure that he could handle walking, only for him to grouchily point out that he didn’t walk anyway. The Pansear’s attack had put him in a bad mood and Tiffany was trying not to catch it off him. If anything he needed to catch a good mood off someone else.
“Let’s get a move on, Mo,” she said, fake cheer in her voice. Tiffany was about to nudge Mo into moving when she paused and looked sheepishly at the boy, pointing in the direction she thought she had come from. “It’s that way right?”
