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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BOnQXzz1 <50 iskander, bosch, weatherfield knows the language
<50 recognizes the name
iskander knew the language, and could read the name. bosch had no fucking clue what the language was. for a man born of an ancient civilization, he certainly had little knowledge of languages -- perhaps his time was a time where everyone spoke a common tongue.
the agent tested the name on his tongue -- but it didn't remind him of anything, and he was certain that he would never forget such a thing.
he glanced towards bosch, who had struck up a conversation with weatherfield.
"yes," said the phantom, "i know this person. i thought they'd left. how odd."
"perhaps they did leave," batin said. "and this is only their very grandiose re-entrance."
QtQ620BL < 50 the games start off with an olympic event < 50 winter olympics > 50 summer
another letter floated down. batin reached out for, but before he could even touch it, a voice boomed out from the paper: THE FIRST MEASUREMENT OF APTITUDE WILL COME IN THE FORM OF A GAME OF ICE HOCKEY.
batin glanced up at the piece of the desert sky they could view, and voiced the obvious.
weatherfield was silent. the presence seemed to think about whether it was a possibility -- it couldn't deny that, of course. people had a penchant for the grandiose, after all.
the voice shook weatherfield out of its thoughts. "ice hockey?" even a generally collected weatherfield didn't seem to see how ice hockey could work in the middle of a hot, scorching desert.
iskander glanced at bosch, who had sheathed his longsword.
"i've got my hockey stick," said the man in armor, raising his weapon. "what about you guys?"
"... batin, i'm not sure what is going on right now," said iskander. this was starting to feel like a J adventure, not a batin/iskander adventure.
9WkQjOU2 <40 yveltal puck
point proven.
guided by an unseen, higher force, yveltal folded itself up into a cocoon again. it gleamed mild hints of red at the edges, but what it essentially was right now was an oversized hockey puck.
iskander blinked, gaped, and stared. this was -- ridiculous.
iskander took for himself a hockey stick of its own. it was chipped and scratched up. whoever these belonged to, they clearly weren't all that cared for. its condition was about slightly lower than acceptable, in iskander's opinion. he glanced at bosch, who was having an animated conversation with weatherfield about how they were going to play this unfair game of ice hockey.
"do you see that i have no way of playing this game?" weatherfield's voice rang out in the ruins, "it requires a physical body to play, unlike chess."
"you just --" bosch sputtered, "oh, now you're just leaving me out to dry."
iskander turned back to batin. at least they were better off in terms of players. skill-wise, he hoped that batin was decent at the game.
"who did you go exploring with?" iskander asked, "as far as i can tell, this is completely nonsensical. it feels like a dream, but we're most definitely here in person, and this hockey stick is real." he prodded batin's feet with its tip.
"but hmm. you should tell me what happened in your last adventure. it seems interesting to hear about -- not so much for those who were involved, i'm afraid." a smile played on iskander's lips; there was soft laughter as he turned back to the nonexistent rink.
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