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.
swarms
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'tiffany! you're talking to someone whose heart sign is close combat! we cannot rule out that possibility,' said clavier with a straight face. 'he can damn well throw us out if he wanted to.' a side-glance at isaac later, the haxorus pulled back with a smirk upon its face.
'yeah, sorry, sorry. didn't mean to offend and all.'
isaac merely sighed and went to get everyone some drinks from the kitchen. the best way to stop the teasing was to remain silent, right? but it hadn't seemed to help this time, and he had no idea why. maybe it was better to excuse himself for a bit.
Apparently the wavelength was not as strong as Tiffany had initially thought. “Please, heart sign shmart sign,” she scoffed. “As if he’d really use that on us.” It was a bit extreme to use a sign on another ranger over something like this, Tiffany thought. Very extreme.
Tiffany took advantage of Isaac’s absence to tell Clavier the plan. “Listen Clavier,” she said in a low voice. “You totally have to make him a walking stick. It’d be hilarious. Tell him it’s something else Aaand you could also point out his ‘grey hairs’ every other day. See if he catches on.” What was she saying – of course he would. Eventually.
this kid could channel street fighter ryu though. gotta be a lil' careful here.
the haxorus leaned in to hear what tiffany had to say. 'uh-huh. you're saying i should keep tormenting the kid for this? i'll probably stop the gramps thing after a while, but the walking stick seems like a good investment. hmmm.'
amusement twinkled behind clavier's eyes as it looked at tiffany.
Tiffany foughtwill fight the scourge with an unvaccinated PokeAssist. Being careful isn't really her thing. And besides, she could always get revenge by posing as a random customer and making Isaac fall asleep in the middle of his job.
“That’s the best part.” Tiffany looked over her shoulder to make sure Isaac hadn’t come back yet, then quickly explained. “You drop it, then a few months later you slowly start it up again. The look on his face will be priceless when he catches on.”
Tiffany nodded her head at the suggestion of mahogany, but honestly she didn’t know what difference it made. Trees were trees and a walking stick was a walking stick.
i should probably let you know that the scourge pachirisu is hired as the clefairy's secretary now. you're welcome to make appointments to meet it again.
'got it,' said clavier with a firm nod. 'plan gramps will be executed the best i can.'
isaac returned from the kitchens with a medley of drinks. there was cider, hot cocoa, fruit punch, and some sort of lager. he didn't know what had transpired between clavier and tiffany. oblivious, he began handing out the drinks.
clavier picked up his tankard of lager and drank, despite the awkward sort of silence that always happened after the best plans were formulated. and in three ... two ... one ...
?!! I am totally booking an appointment when Tiff’s free.
Excellent. Tiffany nodded back, her face showing clear approval of the plan’s name.
…What plan? There is no plan. Don’t be silly. The awkward silence that followed totally had nothing to do with plans at all.
“Absolutely no reason.” Tiffany pretended to survey her drink. There – all silence was drink related, and had nothing to do with the p word. “Can’t we sit and enjoy the quiet every now and then?” The words sounded like blasphemy coming from her mouth and a little voice in Tiffany’s head told her that she should be ashamed. Seriously, there was no fun in being quiet.
“Of course, if we’re too quiet for your liking, I could always tell you all about this magazine I skimmed recently. There was this really weird nail polish, but it was so… you know, strange.” Tiffany, being the nice person she was, purposely left it at that. There was no way Isaac and Clavier wanted to hear about things like nail polish.
"you can," isaac said, slowly. he glanced at each and every one of them -- just briefly, nothing like a hieronymous stare -- before sipping his new mug of cider. there was no point in asking something of someone who wasn't going to divulge anything. he'd just have to live with whatever it was until it hit him in the face.
"weird nail polish?" he seemed to brighten up at the thought of a new topic to discuss. he wasn't much of a conversationalist, but tiffany was practically expected to say something to stop things from being too quiet. that's what friends were for.
nail polish reminded isaac of his older sister. the one who'd lock herself in her room and play loud rock music until his older brother got her to stop. she was the rebellious one. black ... nail polish, or something; he remembered something along those lines. that was pretty weird.
clavier though, disapproved of the topic. it snorted.
Tiffany gave Isaac a doubtful look. She wondered if she was hearing things – did Isaac really sound interested in hearing about nail polish? That was unexpected. She hadn’t pinned him as a nail polish guy. Tiffany, as subtly and as quickly as she could, spied Isaac’s fingers and looked for any signs of nail polish.
I’m assuming there was none.
“Yeah,” she continued. “It’s really weird. Like, so weird it has to be magic or something, you know what I mean? It’s like… It’s a normal liquid, but as soon as you brush your nails with it, it turns furry.” From the way she said that last word you’d think Tiffany had been talking about, oh say, the discovery of a baby alien who turned up in someone’s barn one day.
Seriously, furry nail polish was the weirdest kind out there.
Disapproving of Clavier’s snort of disapproval (even though it had been entirely expected), Tiffany asked Isaac, “Have you ever thought about painting Clavier’s claws? I bet pink would look nice on him.”
there was no sort of nail polish on isaac's fingers. now stop staring. :c
"what?" isaac glanced from tiffany to clavier. he had barely processed the idea of having nail polish that grew fur; now he was supposed to consider the idea of having clavier's claws painted a brilliant set of pink? ...
...
yeah, he honestly didn't know what to feel about that.
"no, can't say i have, really," said isaac delacroix the party-pooper.
Maybe it’s the see-through kind and Tiffany just wasn’t staring hard enough to see it.
But don’t worry, she’s more focused on Clavier’s ‘nails’ now. Tiffany looked at the Haxorus, trying to imagine which exact shade would look the best. Isaac hadn’t exactly said no no…
She hadn’t been serious about painting Clavier’s claws, but with the absence of the no no, she decided to see how much she could get away with.
“I think some Hot Pink Frenzy would look make them look very striking – or maybe Punchy Pink. What do you think? I could totes buy some when I get back to Nerio and sent it to you.”
Funny that. She would get a dragon, but its claws couldn’t compare to a Haxorus’.
“Oh don’t look so scared,” Tiffany said to Clavier. “I wouldn’t really do that to… well, maybe…” She shrugged and left it at that. You could never say never.
“Anyway,” Tiffany carried on with the magazine talk, purely because no other topic was being offered. “Guess what else I read? Apparently, and I mean apparently, glitter is way more girly than brunch. Like, who would have guessed, right?”
Act now before I start digging deeper into Cosmo for worse articles to quote.
i blame you because justin bieber just started singing in my ears. and that's not what i want to hear at this time of day. :c
"wait, glitter? why all of these all of a sudden?" isaac was taken aback by the sudden change in topic. he was only just starting to get used to the discussion about nail polish, for sephora's sake. "brunch seems normal in comparison. though we don't offer that here at the tavern."
for the sake of keeping up a conversation that wasn't super awkward for itself and its partner, clavier continued the game of ... brunch.
'yeah. brunch is nice. we should have brunch together sometimes, tiffany. mo can come along.' it shot a look at the rotom.
Oh no, I am so sorry for that Vert. No one should have to suffer that fate. On the bright side, at least it wasn’t that Chinese Food song.
“Why all of what?” Tiffany was just as taken aback as Isaac was, although she was taken aback with how taken aback he was at the sudden topic change. Hopping between topics so fast wasn’t new to her; once upon a time she knew people who only talked like that.
Tiffany almost looked thoughtful. “I thought you served food here all the time. If you don’t serve brunch, then what do you serve between breakfast and lunch?” Second breakfast and elevensies, probably, if this was a cool tavern frequented by small beings.
“How nice of you to invite Mo.” Tiffany laughed and looked over at her partner. She’d elbow him is he was more—
Wait. No. Where was he?
Tiffany stared at the vacant spot where Mo had been. “He didn’t.” Oh, but he did. Mo, who had been quiet – too quiet – these last number of posts, had grown bored of whatever conversation had been going on at the time and had snuck off.
