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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"i simply thought you'd notice," said ignatius in response. clearly felizia hadn't, but now that she recalled everything, it was all clear. the chansey, upon seeing the nuisance removed, went off to busy itself with its duties.
"my apologies," ignatius decided to add on, just for good measure. it wouldn't do to have someone angry at him over something like this.
zalitz's tail was quickly grabbed by the teddiursa. thinking that this was some sort of funny game, the flygon snarled and lifted its tail, swishing it about with the bear in tow.
dizzy (( now i know why this didn't notif lol look at that tag ))
“Yeah, um…” Even Felizia knew that she was bad at noticing things and it was one of those things that wasn’t going to change easily. “Whatever.” She didn’t have to admit it and wasn’t about to. “It’s sorted now.”
It felt weird to be apologised to, and even weirder that it was done with such formal wording. Seriously. Who did that? “Did you really just say ‘my apologies’?” It had to be asked. “What era are you from?” Unfortunately there was no time to crack a joke or even speculate, as Felizia noticed her Teddiursa being flung about in the air. For some strange reason.
Whatever, the Teddiursa wasn’t crying so it was probably fine. Actually, the Teddiursa was finding being flung about rather fun in the way that certain rollercoasters are fun. It would have laughed if it were able to. “Okay. That’s… normal?”
truer words have never been spoken. sorted out was the way to describe it, he supposed. but at the same time, ignatius wasn't sure what the deal was about the way he spoke -- he used words he had heard and learnt from the rest of his family and society that he lived in.
"this era, obviously," ignatius said, "or shall i draw up a horse carriage for you so we could dine somewhere that overlooks the crystal sea?" he hadn't taken offense from felizia's statement, though. the honesty was something he appreciated; he felt that people usually talked about his speech patterns behind his back.
zalitz flung its tail even more violently in response. it seemed to have fun with the teddiursa.
19CXhWAb <50 oops too much force
dizzy i swear half the cbox typo'd my name into veritgo the first time i appeared
Man, researchers never took offense, did they? Felizia had to remember to talk to them more often. Even better, the familiar language of sarcasm had been used. And it had been good. Felizia wanted to give the guy a high-five right then and there.
“I dunno, I’m more of a spaceship kind of person, and I can’t be bothered going all the way to the crystal planet to look at the ocean.” And that was the best I could come up with. She didn’t have the right vocabulary to play along with the Austen-y setting anyway.
The Teddiursa flew through the air – this time without the tail – and crashed into, oh let’s say, the Chansey. It wasn’t turning out to be a great day for it.
Felizia looked between the Teddiursa and the Flygon. And the Chansey. And the Teddiursa. “God dammit.”
the chansey was mighty pissed. it took less than three seconds to whirl around on the teddiursa, grab it by the shoulders, set it up right, and start on a second bale of scolding. this was the head disciplinarian we're talking about here. no one crossed this chansey and walked away unscathed, no sir, you don't.
ignatius regarded zalitz with an eye of curiosity before recalling the flygon. there was more harm than good done by having the dual-type out, and he certainly didn't fancy seeing it get scolded by a chansey whose face was getting marvellously red.
There really was no end to it. Felizia felt fortunate that it wasn’t her getting the scolding for having such Pokemon the bloody rascals that they were. (And that was the nicer word that came to mind).
“I don’t think ‘bad’ quite covers it.” This was downright embarrassing, and would become even more so if the Chansey eventually lost its breath from all the scolding and fainted. With a face like the one it had, Felizia honestly considered it a valid possibility. “I’d better go save him.”
It was easier to ask permission than forgiveness (assuming the Chansey would give either), so when Felizia made the few daring steps towards the scene she took out her Pokeball and returned the Teddiursa, interrupting the telling off.
“You can stop killing your vocal chords now,” she said to the Chansey. What she had meant was ‘I’m sorry my Pokemon have caused you trouble.’
the chansey huffed and stormed off to join a group of four chansey wheeling a patient into the operating theatre. 'thank you,' it said aloud, perhaps with a dash of sarcasm, before disappearing from view.
that was one problem settled, thankfully.
"that had been a turn of events i wasn't expecting," ignatius commented, as if it hadn't been a big deal at all.
Felizia waited until the Chansey was safely departing from view before muttering, “A chan-chansey to you too.” She hadn’t a clue what the Chansey had said to her, but who needed to know the language when you could pick up on a tone of voice (or sarcasm) and body language.
“I’d be worried if you had expected that to happen.” Felizia turned back to him. “I do have more Pokemon, but I don’t really feel like bringing them out. So... sorry about that?”
"and i have to say you're right," ignatius admitted, chuckling softly. that turn of events had been rather startling, everything considered. he hadn't expected his flygon to fling a teddiursa halfway across the pokémon centre, or anything else to happen the way it had.
maybe breeders had a more difficult than they seemed. the breeder whom he had met by the docks seemed to have it very much easier than felizia had.
"that's fine," said the researcher, "i would be surprised if you --" he was cut off by a sharp glare from behind glass.
That was probably because the breeder whom he had met by the docks had lovely, adorable Pokemon who actually behaved themselves. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if everyone except her had Pokemon like that. It was just Felizia’s luck.
It was also her luck to have back-sassed a scary Chansey with out of this world hearing. She waited for Mr. Researcher Man to finish what he was going to say. But he didn’t. She frowned, and then turned around slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
Ah, there it was. Almost as if it was right out of a horror story.
“Damn. How long before you think it comes at me with a knife?” she joked. Okay, a little bit of her was serious. Felizia had not made this Chansey’s day easy.
"i shall rise to the occasion and be your knight and saviour if that happens," ignatius said, chuckling. the chansey had turned back to focus its attention on something else, but the researcher had a feeling that they were probably barred from entering this particular pokémon centre for a very, very long time.
he squinted at the glass. good thing the chansey really wasn't looking back at them. "shall we move along before it rushes out at us with a scalpel?" he said, turning towards the sliding doors. "thank you for your time, by the way."
“Most appreciated kind sir.” She couldn’t bring herself to chuckle alongside the researcher man – the look the Chansey had given her… Soon, it had said. (Or that’s how Felizia chose to interpret it). At least the knight backing her up had a dragon Pokemon.
Heh. A knight with a dragon Pokemon.
“It has one?!” For a moment, Felizia had, embarrassingly, taken him seriously and tried to look through the glass for the murderous Pokemon. Then she realised. “I mean, yeah, let’s ditch.”
If she had thought it was weird having to say thank you, it was even weirder having to hear it. Directed at her. What on earth was he thanking her for? Felizia pretended that this wasn’t a rare phenomenon on par with meeting an alien. “Oh. No problem. None at all.”
ignatius smiled, and duck out of the pokémon center. he glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure no chansey was rushing out at them, scalpels in hand. that would have been on an incredible level of chaos; not even his entire team of pokémon could take them.
"i'll see you around, then. maybe next time things would go smoother." he glanced up at the signboard to the pokémon centre, and made a mental note about the location. no more visiting here until the distant future. there wasn't any real point in getting himself dissected -- alive, no less.
ignatius stood a distance from the doorway now, lifted his hand to wave at the breeder, before walking away.
dizzy (( /end? if ends here just archive it lol ))
