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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Perhaps he should have had the courtesy to show up here earlier, but Aaron was sure that showing his face would, hopefully, be enough of an answer. He knows where to find Iskander; the other Agent rarely ever left the premises of Juno City. It was a quiet area, perfect for staying under the radar. Feasibly, this should have been the first place that he went back to, but instead, he found himself in Bellona Hills.
Still, Iskander was still Iskander, no matter what the rumor mill generated.
Which was how he found himself sitting at the man's kitchen table, leaning on elbow. "I didn't bring any homework for you today, sorry," he says.
What he doesn't say is "I went looking for someone in the Dream World". He has a feeling that Iskander knows anyways.
iskander wasn't a cold-hearted person who had the ability to turn someone away at the door -- it technically wasn't him who answered doors, but his butler, tresillian, but it made for the same difference. he didn't have tresillian turn anyone away.
the older man bustled around the two of them, setting down teacups and pouring them tea. a platter of sandwiches laid off to the side, freshly-made and as tasty as they had ever been. iskander had munched on a lot of them while he worked on aaron's homework in the past, saying it helped him think -- but sometimes he just didn't feel like talking, was all.
"it's been many years since homework," said iskander, stirring in a cube of sugar into his tea. "you make me sound like a puppy waiting for its master to return home, aaron."
The walls and the coffee tables are familiar. It's always the same earl grey tea and the sandwiches off to the side. It's nice to have something old. Aaron gives Tresillian a small nod before the butler disappears quietly. It is the man's job to be unseen and to move like a shadow. He leaves them in silence.
His eyes watch Iskander carefully as his friend stirs a single sugar cube into the dark liquid. Aaron stirs his tea with a silver spoon, preferring not to sweeten the liquid. Iskander is the same as ever, tea in the teapot and a single sugar cube in his own little cup.
"Hm, though I would say you're the last person I'd chalk as a puppy, of all things." After all, Iskander was his own governor. "... what has happened since the last time I saw you?"
"i thought so, too," said iskander as he sipped his tea. tresillian hadn't lost his touch after all these years. he wished he could have a soda pop instead, but the butler wouldn't let him. tea was appropriate for time spent with a guest; soda pops were for time spent alone hunched over books in the library.
"nothing much happened," iskander said with a wave of his hand, "it doesn't matter because you weren't around to witness them. i suppose it'll have little impact on you. likewise, i won't ask where you've been. i expected your return, and so you have."
Perhaps he should have had the courtesy to show up here earlier, but Aaron was sure that showing his face would, hopefully, be enough of an answer. He knows where to find Iskander; the other Agent rarely ever left the premises of Juno City. It was a quiet area, perfect for staying under the radar. Feasibly, this should have been the first place that he went back to, but instead, he found himself in Bellona Hills.
