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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camping in the middle of melting snow seemed like a pretty disastrous idea, but there had been far more treacherous events if one happened to be J. the slopes in the forest were dangerously steep, and strong pokémon roamed everywhere. he didn't seem to mind as he trekked through the forest in search of one particular man.
while the cold was acceptable, he hoped that there would be a fire at the very least. heat was a welcome respite in the cold.
he suddenly remembered that he had asked batin to cook, but he was a person who rarely ate. damn. how was he going to explain himself out of eating. he soon saw the man, and approached him.
" 'sup."
2tsunz w/ batin (( tentatively an [r], because if J eats he might pass out ))
there was not only a fire, there was a roaring fire. while he waited for J to show up, batin had been left with ample free time. he'd constructed a tent; then he'd teleported around and stolen some very nice furnishings for said tent. he'd dug (read: minerva dug) a fire pit and gotten a bonfire crackling, and he'd been cooking.
there were hoisin-glazed torchic kabobs. there was white bean stew. mustard and rosemary emboar chops. spicy coleslaw. pan-fried polenta patties. aged cheddar and crackers. there was a berry pie cooked in a skillet for dessert, and batin had two bottles of wine: one white, one red.
batin didn't go fucking halfsies on his cooking. it was a meal fit for the living messiah of a chansey cult.
"hello," he said to J. he'd already cracked open a wine bottle (red) and was drinking. "i hope you're hungry."
as he neared batin, J realized that he had long since stopped relying on the trail of smoke to lead him to the man. he had been using his sense of smell. J took a seat on a stool opposite batin, plucking the bottle of white wine away to read its label. he eventually settled for a glass of red wine.
he sipped that, not willing to make eye contact with batin. he had no idea how to break the news to him -- 'sorry, don't really eat,' seemed like the swiftest way to wound a chef's ego. J settled for a half-nod.
"is there rice?" he asked, figuring that if he had to die today, he should die having eaten something he really liked. "or stew."
no rice, but there was stew. batin poured j a bowl of the white bean stew from the pot and handed it to him.
of everything on the table, it was probably one of the simplest options: it was all vegetable, composed of carrots, shallots, kale, celery ribs, garlic and tomato. it had been brewed in vegetable stock, and there was a dash of cinnamon.
batin sipped his wine and tried not to stare at J while he ate.
"thanks," muttered J, taking the warm bowl into his hands. he (unconsciously) took a deep breath before eating a half-mouthful of the stew. it tasted pretty good by his standards, but then again, he didn't really eat enough to know the good from the bad. he could have been eating godly stew and he wouldn't have known.
CoTOPR|r <10 stew of the gods
thankfully it wasn't. maybe something else on the table actually was.
>90 food of the gods
... it was pretty damn close to being it. J was in for a treat he couldn't really taste.
the trainer remained oblivious to batin's staring as he had a second spoonful of stew.
batin stared at his wine, and then J. back to his wine. he let the other man finish his second spoonful, at least. that was restraint from batin's perspective.
J considered the question for a moment. he hadn't had a violent reaction to the stew. (the meat, he didn't know. wasn't going to attempt either, as it wasn't cooked in broth like the buneary he had almost a year ago.)
"usually don't eat," said J, glancing at the stew.
JoUd1LTq <50 likes the stew
J supposed he could say he liked it. and so he did, giving batin a single nod of approval before eating a third spoonful.
batin's confusion was one thing J was used to. many people had expressed their surprise in various forms upon learning of his diet. surprisingly enough (for J), no one had tried to intervene in his food habits.
... well, he supposed neo had, but that hadn't ended well at all.
"i'm eating now," said J. it was a skill he had learnt from his various food adventures. hopefully that satiated the chef.
batin rocked back in his camping chair--he'd come incredibly prepared--and eyed the food laid out behind them. "and there's a lot more to work through. are you still up for that skirmish?"
focused on his bowl of stew, J hadn't caught batin looking at his own cooking. he managed to eat a quarter of the bowl, before setting it back on the table.
... there was a table. in the middle of a campsite. it hadn't occurred to J how out-of-place it was until this very moment, but he didn't question it. some things were better left unexplained.
he nodded in reply. "good stew," he said, and switched topics just as promptly. "let's go."
J said nothing and sent out his three pokémon of choice: a mawile, metagross and skarmory.
mawile was sent out! focus badge mimics x-accuracy mawile used acc-brick break mawile used iron head <30 flinches mawile used stockpile
metagross was sent out! focus badge mimics x-attack metagross used meteor mash metagross used magnet rise metagross levitated! it cannot be hit by ground-type moves. metagross used zen headbutt <20 flinches metagross used iron head <30 flinches
skarmory was sent out! focus badge mimics x-attack skarmory used tailwind skarmory used flash skarmory used night slash <13 crits skarmory used air slash <30 flinches
wow, that was a whole lot of attacks. J picked his bowl of stew off the table and continued to eat at a snail's pace.
