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"I was hoping you would tell. I was told it was R but I think a pirates love for the C could also be the answer."
“Aye, lass. ‘Tis the C they love. Though ‘de Rrrr comes in close second.”
Insert Gilda snickering like a frickin’ five year old here.
"I’ve been chosen for the role of the infamous pirate Grace O’Malley and I was having trouble getting into her character. But you are quite the expert Gilda. Should I loose the eyepatch?"
“Aye — I mean, yeah. Yes. Go for something - go for a head bandanna instead. A tricorn? Just no eyepatch.”
"Oh. I see." Larka sighed and disposed of the purple eyepatch.
But Gilda was most certaintly correct. The eyepatch was more a cultural stereotype if anything. But soon the dismay of losing the accessory was swept away by an incredible idea.
"What if you played the captain instead? You're so much more skilled at it than I am." Larka nodded.
Although she was an actress and with a little research could fit into the role well Larka much rather see the region's champion and her pokemon take the stage.
"Pst…Gilda. What’s a pirates favorite letter?"
(IM SO EMBARRASSED AND JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT I LIKED YOUR REDESIGN OF GILDA A LOT T^T)
Oh no— her favourite joke.
"Don’t know. What is a pirate’s favourite letter?”
"I was hoping you would tell. I was told it was R but I think a pirates love for the C could also be the answer."
“Aye, lass. ‘Tis the C they love. Though ‘de Rrrr comes in close second.”
Insert Gilda snickering like a frickin’ five year old here.
"I've been chosen for the role of the infamous pirate Grace O'Malley and I was having trouble getting into her character. But you are quite the expert Gilda. Should I loose the eyepatch?"
"Pst…Gilda. What’s a pirates favorite letter?"
(IM SO EMBARRASSED AND JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT I LIKED YOUR REDESIGN OF GILDA A LOT T^T)
Oh no— her favourite joke.
"Don’t know. What is a pirate’s favourite letter?”
"I was hoping you would tell. I was told it was R but I think a pirates love for the C could also be the answer."
8?
8. What is your daily routine?
5:00 am: Woken by poochyena so I can feed him breakfast
(For an unorganized pokemon he sure is precise)
5:15 am: Take time to prepare breakfast for myself
(Usually bread and oran berry jam with a cup of herbal tea. Contrary to public belief not all celebrities employ personal chefs.)
5:30 am: Watch the Stella City Morning News for weather updates
6:00 am: Prepare breakfast for the rest of my pokemon
(Because they are much more normal for waking up at a reasonable time)
6:15 am: Dress for success
6:30 am: Leave apartment to meet with manager in his office
(Usually leaving poochyena with either Absol or Raichu to poke-sit)
7:00 am: Daily agenda for the day
7:30 am-??: Auditions, Meetings with casting directors, Costume fitting, production meetings, script reading, modeling, ect.
(But where is lunch?)
4:00 pm: Walk Umbreon (or Absol)
(Break time. We usually walk to our favorite tea house for a refreshing cup and afternoon snack.)
5:00 pm: Visit the local park to let Flygon stretch his wings
(There aren’t very many open spaces in Stella City other than the plaza community park. On Monday and Friday I bring Tyranitar because there aren’t as many people)
6:00 pm: Arrive back at the office to go over tomorrow’s work agenda
(It changes…constantly)
7:00 pm: Look over paper work for scene revisions, ect
7:30 pm: Grocery shopping
8:40 pm: Arrive home for dinner
(My charming neighbor insists on providing dinner every night. Although I say it’s not necessary I couldn’t decline such a nice home cooked meal. Her son is off becoming a pokemon trainer and I can imagine she might need a little company. I happily oblige.)
9:30 pm: Coddle Raichu
(She likes to be rubbed behind the ears)
10:00 pm: Attempt to get poochyena to sleep
(Sometimes it works….others it doesn’t)
"Of course this is only a rough schedule. When I’m filming I may be in a different city which means different routine. Oh! Just recently a new friend of mine invited me to visit her and her Kingdra in a few towns over. I should somehow fit that into my schedule. Or perhaps ask for a vacation."
4, 6, 8!
4. What is your favorite type, and why?
"I suppose I do have a preference for dark type pokemon.”
Growing up Larka was always afraid of the dark and especially so due to living in the mountainous forest. The trees were pretty and harmless but at night they turned into strange shadows with their leaves rustling in the wind. Having quite a few older siblings wasn’t always easy sailings. At some point one of their harmless pranks costed Larka a trek home after the sun had already set. Meaning through the darken forest. To this day she isn’t quite sure the actual reason but that night her once brown coated Eevee evolved into an Umbreon. His glowing rings suddenly didn’t make things as scary as she thought and the two arrived at home changed in more ways than one. Now Larka doesn’t need the sun all the time…a little moonlight can work just as well.
"Don’t you agree that dark type are a bit misunderstood? I believe even they can be the heroes instead of the villains."
6. What is your favorite place in the Acirema Region?
"Stella City. Although I hardly am able to do much touring I’ve found a liking for it. Most people say it’s dazzling and fast pace but It’s also refreshing and gives you a bit of excitement too."
8. What is your daily routine?
(I was also sent this question by another user. I will answer #8 through their ask.)
Acirema RP Ask Meme!
1: Who was your first Pokémon, and how did you get it?
2: Are there any Legendary Pokémon you'd love to meet?
3: What made you want to become a Pokémon trainer?
4: What is your favorite type, and why?
5: Story time! Have you ever encountered or captured a Shiny Pokémon?
6: What is your favorite place in the Acirema region?
7: Do you prefer to travel, or are you more comfortable at home?
8: What is your daily routine?
9: As a trainer, what makes you feel happiest or most accomplished?
10: Story time! What is the most bizarre encounter you've had with a Pokémon? Did you end up befriending it?
11: What kind of trainer do you consider yourself to be: competitive, casual, or playful?
12: Do you believe Pokémon are born or raised to be malicious?
13: Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years?
14: What is your ultimate goal as a Pokémon trainer?
15: Ask any question you'd like!
Accidents Happen [Gilda & Larka]
"Oh. Fine. Like I said, my Persian is just a huge arse. Let me apologize again." She offered the other a slight nod of her head before pausing, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"… have we met before? You look familiar. But I just can’t place my finger on where I’ve seen you before." Gilda hummed, sitting back against the bench with one of her arms resting against the back of it. "Do you battle competitively?"
Larka raised a brow at the other's question. This was a first that she had been mistaken for a possible battler. But of course battling was technically in her genes. But the life on the silver screen was way more appealing for Larka instead.
"Battling isn't much my strong suit. Only two of my pokemon have any real experience."
That statement was a fact. Umbreon was without a doubt one of her only pokemon that had experience in a pokemon battle. When she was much younger her father insisted on Larka and her siblings to take part in the town battling competition.
But besides the loyal moonlight pokemon her brother's Tyranitar, currently in her possession, would be the second and final.
Perhaps she might be mistaking her for one of her brothers instead? They did all look quite similar but Larka of course being much more feminine. All of them battled competitively around the region.
Larka took a glance up before a slight smile was drawn as her expression. Kneeling down so she was closer to Umbreon she pat his head affectionately once again and then turned back to the unnamed stranger.
"Maybe a look upwards will spark a memory?"
If the billboard that hung up above the two didn't do the trick then she would be late for her tea appointment. After all it was the newest advertisement for "Beast High" a new energy drink she was chosen to be the next face of. It was a rather energetic commercial she recently worked on and was even able to star with the president's own houndoom and original mascot.
Beast High : Awaken the beast within you!
Larka Luido named as the new celebrity face of Beast High Energy Drinks!
Tea Time?
"They are half-dragon, after all.. those types can be a bit.. noble. If you get a chance, try swimming with her one on one. If you’re ever visiting Meria City, I’d be happy to lend you the pool.."
The deep blue beauty offered the other a warm smile, genuine about her offer. She still had to teach a certain someone how to swim, after all — why not make a day out of it and have everyone come to the Gym? She could stand to close it for just a few hours.
"Oh.. that sounds lovely.. would you mind leading the way? I’ve.. only been here once or twice.. it’s much larger then my own city.."
Oceania had hit the top of the nail when it came to dragon types. Larka was lucky that her previous (now evolved) Vibrava had been docile even now as a Flygon. But still prideful in his power and appearance like any dragon type. Although he wants to come across as such he prefers to be coddled. But you didn't hear it from me. Shhh.
Larka's brows raised at the advice and sudden following offer. Getting the coastal pokemon near a body of water was her ultimate goal. But getting her back in her pokeball at the end of the day was a cumbersome process.
No doubt she would accept Oceania's offer very soon in the future.
With a growing smile on her face she quickly covered her face with both hands to hide the contagious happiness. It had been awhile since Larka could smile genuinely like so. Her work had piled up on her plate and so did the stress.
Quickly recovering Larka pushed her hair back and nodded.
"I completely understand. Stella City can be a bit whealming for some who aren't use to large cities. It was similar when I first arrived..." She checked her bag to find Poochyena had nodded off in the midst of their conversation.
"Shall we then?"
Tea Time?
Oceania bowed politely to the two, glad that the introductions had been made. Now that she thought about it though, much like Larka had thought about her, the other’s name did seem a bit familiar. Wasn’t Nash or Logan saying something about a ‘total babe actress’ that had appeared on PTV recently? Wasn’t her name Larka..?
"Well, thank you again for your offer to get the magazine," she smiled at the other, shaking her head clear of any distracting thoughts. "I was just on my way to get something to eat.. would you.. care to join me? It’s not often I’m away from the island.."
"I've never really been able to connect with water type pokemon very well. Larka admitted stroking the top of Flygon's head as he rested it on her shoulder.
It was a very true statement. Larka could never properly film scenes that required water type pokemon without them splashing her in the end or refusing to have cooperation with her. She always thought it was due to her serious nature clashing with the flowing and energetic personalities that water types tended to have.
She got along perfectly fine with dark types however. This was probably due to her attachment with Umbreon and favoritism. In all honestly only two pokemon were genuinely hers. Umbreon and Absol. Tyranitar was her brother's pokemon and the rest were in a sense adopted by her after a growing attachment on set through a few films. Including Kingdra.
"I actually have a Kingdra. Although I'm not sure she likes me very much." Larka tried to laugh it off but unfortunately it was a sad fact.
She plucked Flygon's pokeball from her bracelet and placed him back inside his pokeball thankful that he at least was able to stretch his wings today. It was hard at times living in such a big city like Stella with pokemon that needed to be in tune with their elements. There wasn't an aquatic center or even local pool where she could take Kingdra from time to time.
But suddenly those thoughts were interrupted with the mention of an eatery. The teahouse! She was heading to the teahouse before Poochyena had made his quick escape prior.
"Oh!" Larka muttered in realization. "It would be an honor to join you. In fact I was just heading to one of my usual eateries. It's quite the spot."
Accidents Happen [Gilda & Larka]
The Persian slowly curled his tail in closer to himself while nuzzling his face against his trainer’s lap, a look of mischief blatantly colouring at his expression. Even when the classy cat pokémon noticed the Umbreon, the look faltered none.
"Bellamy," Gilda began after a few moments of pregnant silence, gently whapping the top of her pokémon’s head, "He can be an ass sometimes." Taking the magazine off her lap, as well as shooing her Persian’s head away, she inched forward and held in offered hand out as if to help the other up. Bellamy having since curled up in the far side of the bench - the big sulk.
"I apologize. You didn’t break anything too important, hm?"
Larka gratefully accepted the offer of help and hoisted herself up and off the ground. With a few taps to her clothes whatever wrinkles or dirt that had appeared were now out of sight and out of mind. Umbreon was already quick at work using his physic abilities to levitate Larka's sunglasses back into her hands.
She reached down to pat the dark furred eeveelution in thanks before grabbing the damaged glasses to inspect them. Umbreon threw a glance at the Persian as if to mock it sulking on the bench while he had manners and recieved a pat of affection for his good work.
In truth. The glasses were worth no small price. She had modeled a few pairs for an advertisment about the company and it's products. The manager had given her one of the pairs as a thank you for her work. Quite the price tag if you wanted one.
If she wasn't as exhausted as she was Larka would have probably asked the girl to pay to repair them after her pokemon's mischief but even that would have gone too far. It didn't matter anyway considering she could just buy new glasses for only a few pokedollars.
However, Larka could hear the anger in her agent's voice already. She would never hear the end of it if the scrape ended up scabbing over during filming. In her eyes it could just be covered up by the make-up crew but in his it was a blemish ruining his star's future. Whatever. He'd have to deal with it.
"Nothing that can't be fixed." She assured placing the glasses up on her head for the meantime.
"Yourself?" Larka questioned mostly referring to the Persian and it's tail hoping she didn't injure it with her weight.
Accidents Happen [Gilda & Larka]
She had just turned her focus back to her book when a sudden sound in front of her startled her right out of it, her gaze darting to… the girl, now sprawled out on the ground in front of her. She then noticed Bellamy’s tail, which had been wagging aimlessly in the walkway in front of them. Must have tripped her.
Gilda blinked.
"Whoops."
Larka enjoyed her choice of career more than you might think. Sure it was difficult spending hours staring and rehearsing script for days and weeks at a time. Sure it was tiring spending hours with a casting director to convince them you are perfect for their role. Sure it was exhausting work all in all but Larka was deep in love for it. But at the current moment even she couldn't spend the entire day locked up in her apartment fishing through the large packet of lines for a new post production film that would be starting two weeks from now. So with Umbreon in tow she placed on her usual sunglasses and opted for blue shorts and a gray tee in favor of Stella City's warm summer nights.
She decided that a trip to her usual teahouse was a perfect reward for her hard work and a much needed break. Judging from the afternoon sky she could make it there before the sun would even fully set. Contrary to popular belief even in the city you can get a beautiful view of the sky. Yet only in that small panel of twilight where the sky was covered in orange and purple hue while stars seemed to peek out from under the colorful blanket to wake.
But right after the entire city would seem to come out of hibernation in a burst of frenzy nightlife. The stars would be replaced with the lights of shopping department windows and the theatre tower glowing signaling the times of it's shows. If you were lucky the Museum would have it's weekly night exhibits on display.
For now Larka was content on her quiet afternoon walk and promise of iced herbal tea waiting just a few more blocks.
However, the stars seemed to have a different plan for her at the moment. Before she could react to the sudden shift the concrete rushed up to meet her. She opened her eyes and found that her glasses were no longer on her head but lay just a few inches next to her. A fine crack inched on the left lens. Hand reached up to touch the right side of her jawline and just beside her chin was a scrape due to the scuffle with the ground.
Umbreon was already beside her with a look of concern and apology for not catching her. Who could blame him? She must have tripped by accident.
Whoops
Larka looked up to find she wasn't as alone in the area as she thought. Another girl, seated on a bench with book in hand, was looking on Larka's predicament with her own pokemon beside her.
One with whom Umbreon was not quite happy with.
Tea Time?
Surely, anyone with tickets would want to go see the amazing Siebold! How could Oceania live with herself if she knew that she’d taken them off of someone who had most likely purchased them with the intention to go.
She truly did love her idol, but she just couldn’t convince herself to take something of that magnitude.
"Really, I appreciate the gesture.. oh.. I don’t believe I caught your name? My name is Oceania… I’m the Leader of Meria City, but I’m visiting here for the day."
The other girl's refusal to accept the new magazine all but flew over Larka's head. It was her fault that the literature was folded and partially ripped from rough handling. Besides! It was in her nature! The girl had saved poochyena, now wiggling around in her messenger bag, before he had the chance to terrorize more of Stella City. She deserved the golden key to the city and more if anything. But it broke the poor actresses heart even more when the two tickets were returned back to her hands. Although her face didn't reflect it she was genuinely disappointed at the refusal.
But giving up here would be uncharacteristic for her! Judging from the lack of yipping coming from her bag Larka had guessed even poochyena was already fond of the blunette. Still holding the tickets in hand she lifted her free one to brush back a loose lock of her black hair and tuck it behind her ear. In that gesture she stopped in surprise at the girl's introduction but quickly recovered.
"I didn't think I would be meeting a celebrity pokemon trainer today." Larka informed but was still pleased to finally know what the girl's name was.
Oceania. Now Larka understood why she had looked so familiar to her before. A company had recently released cards featuring the region's gym leaders and elite that younger children are able to trade and collect. You would have to buy a bag of Poke Star chips and a card would be a special prize inside. But it was all at random. At some point Larka had purchased a bag and the blunette's card was there with her gym, bio, and even pokemon team. It almost seemed silly how she couldn't remember sooner!
"It's nice to meet you Oceania. I'd like to hope you're enjoy-" Larka asked but was interrupted as her Flygon landed promptly behind it's trainer pleased to see that poochyena had been found after all.
"Oh! I apologize. This is Flygon." She introduced the winged pokemon who responded with a flick of his tail. "My name is Larka. Larka Luido."
Tea Time?
The Deep Blue Beauty offered the other girl a shy smile, trying to ease the worry that might of fallen over her. She’d known herself the panic that could ensue when one’s Pokemon escaped from their sight — she remembered many a time she’d left Crue, her Tentacruel, alone for a few seconds and he’d all but broke the glass in the Gym in an attempt to search for her. Though, it looked like this time it was the other way around.
"No need to worry," she added, reaching her hand out to rub the Pokemon’s head, sparing another smile. It was nothing short of a second later that she noticed something in the girls hand, however. "Oh.. my magazine.."
It probably was a bit bold to assume it was hers — there were plenty of stands around that Larka could of bought one at — but she suddenly remembered what she’d been doing before the incident. The crease running down Siebold’s hair was a sure sign that it had to be hers though, right? Who in the world would think of treating such a handsome man so roughly? Her smile faltered for a just a moment before it surfaced again and she gestured to the papers.
"It looks like I’ll be getting a new one though.."
Larka made a mental note to calculate some form of punishment for Poochyena later. Or at least get Umbreon to play "big brother" to him so she wouldn't expect situations like this again. But the fact that the girl would be getting away with nothing but a crinkled magazine and a few poochyena kisses was a cause for a celebration. As she helped the aqua haired girl back to her feet she made note that the girl was maybe an inch shorter and around her age. Yet the most note worthy thing was that Larka felt like she knew her from somewhere. It was safe to say that the two have never met before but it was, for lack of a better word, her face that was familiar. Her train of thought was interrupted as the conversation switched to the now war ridden centerfold. With a rather apologetic heart Larka handed the crumpled magazine over to it's rightful owner. The damage must have happened when it flew into her face. But Larka's heart grew heavier at the girl's torn expression. As a celebrity it's hard to see a fan in a state like this. No matter if it's your own or someone else's.
Reaching up, Larka gently took off her glasses and placed them in her messenger bag. While she did this her had fished around before finding her wallet successfully.
"Correction." She stated looking through the folds of her wallet before continuing, "I will be replacing that one for you. It's on me." She blew a loose strand of her black hair before finally discovering what she had been searching for. Larka pulled out two rectangular pieces of paper and held them out to the girl.
"You also need to take these. Who wants to stare at a picture all day when you can see the real thing?" She mused and adjusted the now wiggling poochyena in her arm.
They were tickets to a live event in Stella City hosted by the Kalos elite four Siebold. There was talk about how he wanted to open a restaurant in the region and the event was for him to get to know the people of Acriema. It was suppose to be very personal with the audience having free rein on questions. How she got these tickets was a very complicated story. The usual friend of a friend's boss who knows a guy in Vega Port, yadda, yadda. Besides…she looked like she would have a field day. Who could deny something happiness like that? Not Larka. No way.
Tea Time?
"He uses paprika instead of cinnamon for those.." Oceania muttered to herself, cerulean orbs locked on the text. She really wasn’t that great at cooking, but she did admire her celebrity crush for being able to handle both a cooking show as well as an Elite position. It raised her hopes that she too would be able to hand her upcoming model jobs and battles with ease. "I’m not sure if that would be — oof!”
Just as the Meria City Leader turned a sharp corner, something collided into her - more specifically into her ankle. Startled by the sudden impact, her legs gave out from underneath her and she unceremoniously tumbled to the ground. Her magazine went flying, scattering somewhere with the breeze into the distance and before she even had time to see where it landed… something popped right up into her vision and began licking her.
”..O-Oh.. erm.. good Pooch..” she offered lamely, finally coming to her senses as the adorable Pokemon affectionately nuzzled up to her. From what she could tell, he was only a recently hatched little thing. Surely he wouldn’t be wandering around here on his own. “.. Do you have a trainer..?
As someone who specialized in those who slept on the ocean floor, she really wasn’t sure if she’d be able to help if he didn’t have a trainer.
The situation at hand soon turned much worse than Larka could have thought. Poochyena had soon disappeared from her sight all together and leaving her more frantic to find the canine. There were so many different ways the young pokemon could have run and Larka could only investigate so many routes alone. Going with her most obvious plan of action she plucked a single poke ball off her bracelet. With a flick of her wrist the sphere opened in it’s usual fashion and released her ever reliable Flygon. The desert adept pokemon shook his tail in worry for his trainer who was already out of breath from running.
Not wanting to worry him any further Larka put one hand to her chest and assured, “I’ll be fine Flygon. I need you to fly on above and see if you can find Poochyena.”
The pokemon acknowledged her request and took to the air, his wings increasing altitude with every beat. She watched him until the green pokemon was up with the skyscrapers before continuing her own search. At this rate she might have to turn onto the main road and have a look around. But Arceus was merciful on this day and the playful barking of what could only be poochyena was once again within earshot. Larka picked up the speed, almost running into a man checking his watch in the process. However, before she could round the next corner something had decided to latch onto her face. Quickly wrenching the foreign object off she looked down to find a picture of Siebold.
Closing the magazine Larka muttered to title to herself, still dazed from it’s surprise attack, “Frillish Fillet.”
This magazine was well known for it’s cooking tips and information on culinary trends. Larka remembered buying their special edition issue about tea leaf recipes and regional teas. The copy was still tucked safely away on her bookshelf. Snapping out of her thoughts Larka held onto the magazine and turned the corner only to have all her worry drain away at the sight of the pooch. She didn’t know wether to be happy or upset at this point.
The furry troublemaker seemed to notice Larka had finally caught up and bounded over looking quite pleased that he had managed to scare a half a dozen flocks of pidove and knock down a poor bystander.
Bystander. Oh no.
With a quick motion she scooped up the pokemon and hurried over to assist the girl in getting back to her feet.
"I apologize for my poochyena. I hope you aren’t hurt in any way?" Larka asked genuinely concerned.