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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Thalia ignored the huntail again, dragging J after her. She was going to get both of them on shore and they were never ever going to talk about this to anyone. Please.
Thalia flailed helplessly over him for about 0.02 seconds before adrenaline kicked in.
She checked his pulse, turned his head to the side to let any water drain out of his mouth, and began to perform cpr. The motions were mechanical, instinctual. She could do this, if she just didn't think about the fact that she was doing it.
Thalia opened J's mouth with one hand, slid the other hand under his neck, tilting his head back. Took as deep a breath as she physically could. Wait, fuck, move the hand from his mouth to his nose, pinch it shut. Hadn't forgotten anything else? She didn't think so.
She exhaled into his mouth four times, stopped to check his pulse, and then blew another breath in. Rinse, repeat. She could do this. Maybe.
Thalia scrambled backwards away from J to pick up his parka and drape it over him.
"You should stay still for a bit," she said. "I-I don't think there's anywhere around here to take you, not even a Pokemon Center, but." Fuck, this idea sounded stupider and stupider by the minute. "I have a togepi with metronome."
J gasped for air, staring up at the vast blue desert sky. he had been underwater; thalia most likely had dragged him out of the water. okay, that made sense.
"what?" J wheezed, before slumping over. "kirlia. pokéball."
Thalia did the non-violent version of her patented double-slap attack on J, lightly tapping him on the side of the face. "Hey," she said, aiming for a light-hearted tone. "No face-down stuff, okay. Didn't save you from drowning in water just to drown in your own vomit."
She let the scyther run about it. He couldn't get up to that much trouble, could he?
