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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It was a gamble to go to the Professor for a pokemon. Osirus wanted a bug-type, but there was no guarantee that he'd be able to acquire one. However, it was also a lot easier to go to the Professor for a pokemon, and, honestly, Osirus enjoyed the thrill of not knowing exactly what he might be leaving with. So, with that in mind, he deftly stepped into the lab, and looked for the famous Professor.
Unfortunately for Osirus -- or fortunately, depending on how you decided to look at things -- Cypress wasn't home. Instead, the door swung open of its own accord to reveal a Gardevoir, busy with rearranging the myriad of papers in the lab. Come in, she invited, waving a hand for him to enter. Mister Snyder, correct?
When the Gardevoir came out, Osirus was understandably confused. However, it seemed to be at least a little in charge, so he just shrugged it off and wandered in when she invited. It was a little odd to hear her voice, but also rather interesting. "Ah, yeah. I'm here for a pokemon. You are...?" he questioned, feeling a little silly talking to a Pokemon like a human; having only been around the type that couldn't talk. tuyet
Sybil laughed. No need to be so surprised, she said. I am Miss Sybil. The professor is out today, so I am running things in his stead. The papers aligned themselves in neat stacks on the desk before the Gardevoir approached the trainer-to-be. She stared at him for a brief moment -- then turned around, walking away and through another door. Follow me, if you would.
"Right, sorry. You probably get that all the time, though, huh?" He said, trailing off a bit at the end to keep himself from babbling on too much. "Right." Osirus muttered again, when she asked him to follow after her. He felt like he should mention that he was there for a pokemon, but she obviously seemed to know already. As a result, he just shoved his hands in his pockets, and followed quietly after.
When the booklet was handed to him, he eagerly glanced over the list. There was quite a few good looking pokemon, but his choice was instantaneous. "The weedle." he stated quickly, and surely. Relief flooded through his body. It certainly wasn't a rare bug-type like he hoped, but it was a bug-type, and that was all that mattered to him.
