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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Post by cold volume on Jan 27, 2014 2:36:51 GMT -5
Zinaida's long pale hair sticks to her cheeks beneath the hood of her dark cloak. Her son scurries behind her, his little steps the shadow of her shadow. He wants to be his mother. You can tell by the ducklings march. A small candle sits in her palm, and the baby litwhick seems but a small white candle when it is asleep. The night is dark and thick, but not nearly as heavy as it had been along the route to Proserpina. Zinaida is wary. Her feet are light, and her son is air.
She frowns down at the map of the city. How queer? This is the modern world, dressed up in glass, steel, and electric lights. But it feels dead. The weeds have grown tall through the cracks in the sidewalk and a wild silence pervades the hushed alleyways. Few are out at this hour. Zinaida should not be one of them. But the map doesnt help as she squints at it in the dim light and curses its maker under her breath.
When another shadow catches her attention, the night a frightful mask, and she touches her son's shoulders to steer him behind her. She lowers her own face to hide it from the light.
karimi doesn't have a pokemon son. what she does have is a fancy-schmancy pokedex brimming with entries (which she was checking with one hand as she walked) and a bag of barbeque chips pinned against her chest (which she was eating out of with the other hand). so maybe she didn't have much of an excuse to be out at this time of night either, but she was dying for some chips so could you blame her?
probably not, if you had her current craving for delicious barbequed potato chips. she snacks pretty loudly, but she figured that it was a short walk back to her motel. that, and her arcanine was a better bodyguard than any. suddenly, he turns his nose to the air and towards another path. karimi was still distracted by her pokedex, so it takes her a couple of seconds to register when the arcanine is no longer by her side.
"woah, boy -- this isn't bacchus anymore, you don't have to be so-- " oh, forget it. karimi drops her bag of chips and goes after her pokemon. 2tsunz
Sabina clutches her papers against her chest and tries very hard to look straight ahead, deliberately not focusing on anything else. This late at night, if she doesn't watch herself, drunk and disorderly thoughts will seep in from every direction until she doesn't know which way is up, or which thought was even hers in the first place. She turns a corner and keeps her head tucked low, eyes fixed on the ground, unaware if anyone is in her path.
[[Sabina has surface-level telepathy, but it won't be active unless you indicate you want her to pick up on a thought.]] cold volume
Post by cold volume on Jan 27, 2014 12:47:41 GMT -5
The shadow is like a dark ghost, a haunting pulse in the night. Zinaida, for a moment, shivers with the fear that it is obvious she has a secret plan. But she brushes that aside, and like a scorpion, she grabs the other nocturnal figure by the wrist. "Excuse me, pardon," her civility ironic while the little boy peers from around her waist. Her words seem to twist from her lips like licorice. She could be the witch with the candy house. Murder, sweet revenge, but not tonight. First, she must learn how to make friends. It is important to know how.
"I know it is late but could you spare a moment? We are lost," she explains bitterly. She doesn't like to ask for help. She is both fearful and self-centered, though, she hates feeling powerless the most.
Quite suddenly, a glowing dog of fire barrels down the alleyway. Zinaida is familar with the breed; Her husband had possessed such an aloof and regal companion. The sight of it causes a wave of revulsion and a burning motivation to press up into her eyes, and though she could not tell if it was her husband's, Zinaida could not help but assume the possibility.
2tsunztoska surface emotions italicized for sabina
well. karimi might not have exactly described emerson as a glowing dog of fire, but that's researchers to you. she might have said that the arcanine was fluffly and warm and great for cuddling up to at night. which she has done on almost every camping occasion.
her thoughts tend to be very loud. it is likely that sabina would have gotten that image of karimi drooling into the arcanine's fur. it's okay, since emerson sometimes drools on her too when he shifts in his sleep.
the arcanine stops soon enough, a deep rumble coming from his throat. karimi finally catches up, somewhat distraught at losing half a bag of chips. the kind of chips that were like 40% air. so yeah, that really sucked. she takes a moment to catch her breath before looking up to the scene in front of her.
"am i uh...interrupting something?" judging from the wrist grabbing, a mugging, perhaps? 2tsunz