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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"They still stand?" Irene asked. She'd thought that the Scourge had razed the little town to the ground. Bellona could do nothing while the Scourge invaded. "Houses? Buildings? What other buildings?" she asked.
A pause.
"The gym?"
vertigo tbh probably one more thread with J and if Ari sends Delilah back a couple more times, that might work.
J did not remember seeing a gym, but bacchus had gotten rather dusty during its stint without a gym leader to lead it. "very much intact and rather ... empty." he glanced at irene.
Irene's flushed face seemed to have its color drained at those words. Empty, he said? No more music, then? No more battling, no more people, no more Pokémon, no more life? She set her glass down again and laced her fingers together. "Empty..." she mused. She felt empty. Was it, perhaps, because she lacked the gym?
"I want to go back," she mused.
And then.
"... I can't go back. ... Maybe... Perhaps soon, but not now, no. Soon, yes."
Irene hesitated. "Will it?" the woman asked. "... I... I hope so." Her words seemed to leave her lips, labored, but there was also a sense of relief on the woman's lips. She sighed to herself and pushed the wine glass aside clumsily, but gently.
"Soon," she mused.
And then, "... I don't want to be alone when I go back."
Irene nods, this time, with more resolution. She pats the top of J's hand, and says to him, "Come back tomorrow then." It isn't a question this time. Rather, it is a request that the ex-gym leader has made. Despite her eyes being clouded by alcohol, there's a flicker of a new flame in her emerald irises.
"There is one more person I must speak with though. ... yes, one more person. I will be back, soon," the woman rambles. "Soon, come back tomorrow."
