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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Heartless? Delilah couldn't refute that. (What use was there for a heart when people died in droves around her?) "At least I'm not a coward."
Her mouth turned up in a sardonic smirk. "Do I want to? Don't be a fucking dumbass." (Of course she wanted to.) "Are you going to answer, though? That's the million-fucking-dollar question, isn't it?"
She snorted derisively. "Oh, like you care." The woman's jaw clenched, despite the smirk on her face. "Isa -- my little brother got out fine. Mordecai lost an eye."
She attempted to lift her left arm, raising it barely a few inches from her side before it fell dead. "That's me." Delilah shrugged. "Neither of our parents made it out, though. Doesn't that make you happy? Less people for you to kill."
Delilah rolled her eyes. "You know, I was actually worried about you -- hilarious, right? You seem to be doing just fine." The smirk slid off of her face. "So tell me why I shouldn't fucking kill you now, Meira."
"You should win a bitch award. Here I'm just trying to be friendly. However, I am glad that you and your siblings made it with... minor injuries compared to the rest."
"You know me, I'm fucking sadistic. I'm just itching to kill. See I don't think I've killed a single person - pokemon, yes - but never a person." She kept her styler, preparing to draw a sign in self-defense.
She took a second to yawn, she was tired - she just wanted to curl up, but after today, she doubted she could actually rest. "I don't have a reason Deliah. Killing me doesn't bring your mom, your dad," she put down Azar next to her feet and spread her arms wildly, "this town. It won't bring back my mother, my father, and my..." Was he even dead? Little boys in wheelchairs didn't exactly make it through things like this. She shrugged off her threat.
"Don't give me your caring bullshit, Deliah. Your worrying went to waste, Meira is long since dead. We're on far different paths."
She picked back up her Pokemon, checked her watch. "Five minutes down, ten remaining.'
Delilah raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked incredulously. "Did you think I'd fucking kill you to bring them back?" The woman snorted. "You're not worth that much."
It wouldn't take much to incite her -- not anymore, at least. "I'd do it for ten bucks." And she would, too; but Meira's already been defeated, defenseless without her beloved vermin conscious by her side, and Delilah felt perhaps a small measure of mercy was in order.
She waved her hand through the air. "Whatever. Leave, Meira." (Delilah didn't know Eifa, nor did she care for her; but Meira had been a friend, in a different time, and perhaps that still meant something.) "Get stronger, and maybe you won't put on such a pathetic display next time."
"That's a shame, can't even get a decent drink for ten, Deliah." She winced though at the sound of her old name, at the name she left behind so long ago.
She grinned though, she wasn't about to waste this moment. "See ya', if you happen to see my brother, if he is alive. Don't tell him I am, boy's been through enough." She couldn't find his wheelchair in their house last time she had checked in there, so there was a bit of hope.
"Bye Del." And with that, she walked off. Collecting her emotions, and a bit glad she left with her life in all honesty.