Erika RP blog for Wild Encounters. "Welcome to Celadon Gym. Take the time to explore our lovely garden. Don't worry. I'll be right here when you're ready."
So Iâve been MIA for the last week and a half, but I suppose that might be the norm around this time because I just checked out the masterlist and the list of hiatuses is impressive. Wow. Anyway, sorry to the small group thatâs been waiting for replies/starters.Â
Need to write for:
Edmond
Sycamore
Aarune (Starter)
Waiting for:
No one. :(
Yes, I have noticed a strange pattern where Erika seems to be rping with older men... I donât even know.Â
Heads up to anyone waiting for a meme fill from me: Iâm clearing my inbox because itâs very daunting to come back to one thatâs filled. If you tell me you were due for something on the next request, youâll get first priority. Honestly though, I doubt people keep track of what theyâve sent to Erika. BUT IF YOU HAVE, the option is available.
Anyway, for anyone interested in doing some AUs with Erika, hit me up. I have a list to get your thinking cap on:
Flower shop AU (hahaha, there is no originality here)
Neighbors AU
Longevity AU (in which one character is going to have a lifetime dramatically longer than the other, blame something I read recently)
Zombie Apocalypse AU (This will never not be on the list, though I wonder how Erika would fare.)
Arranged Marriage AU
Single Parent AU
College AU
They donât have to be romantic, though some are inherently. Heck even the arranged marriage one we could twist into friendship if we worked really hard. If youâre interested in the above or something else entirely, just send me a message!
A slightly modified version of game canon: Erikaâs terrible at getting up in the morning. She has ten different alarms five minutes apart set up on her gear, but sometimes even that isnât enough.
Sheâs a sucker for baked sweets and chocolate. Her fans always send her flowers, but if they really know their stuff, theyâll send a box of chocolates instead.
⧠Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
Iâm assuming canon refers to game-canon and not, for example, anime-canon? Probably one quote that irks me is the whole âI only collect pokemon that I find attractive.â Given my image of her, itâs a lot more shallow than I would expect. It makes less sense when you see the Victreebel and Exeggutor on her team. Either sheâs not really sticking to her guns or she has a really strange precept of attractive.
I know we just started threading, but how about a Tender for Eddie? :D
Tender: I will write some sweet fluff between our characters.
OMG IâM SO SORRY THIS IS A MONSTER. ESPECIALLY WHEN TUMBLRâS READ MORE IS BROKEN!! ><;
There have been better shopping trips, Erika thought as she entered her apartment with Edmond not too far behind her. They lugged their haul into the kitchen and slipped into the routine of putting away the groceries. As Edmond arranged the fridge to make more room and Erika sorted through the vegetables, they worked in silence. For a pair as reserved as them, quiet wasnât unusual, but this silence sat like a prickled cat, fur on end and looking for a reason to lash out.
Erika had always known that Celadon was fond of gossip. Even in a city as populous as Celadon, word got around fast and zoomed through the network made of shopkeepers and old ladies who had too much free time on their hands. It was one of these old ladies - a Mrs. Dawson who occasionally came to Erika for homemade pain salves - who interrupted Erika and Edmondâs shopping trip. She pulled the gym leader away from the wandererâs side and dragged her into the soup section. âMiss Erika, Iâve heard that youâve taken in a stray of sorts. Though I understand you are fond of acts of charity, I must say that this decision is causing more harm to your reputation than good. If youâre smart, youâll know where to cut ties.â
Erika had blinked in astonishment, hardly believing her ears. As a gym leader, it might have been her responsibility to serve as a role model and representative of the city, but what she did in her free time and who she associated with was entirely up to her discretion. She smiled at the withered old lady, though it took every fibre of her being not to growl. âThank you for the advice, Mrs. Dawson, but I think youâre mistaken. If anyone has been performing acts of charity, itâs that man who youâre so quick to call a stray. I doubt that I would still be alive if it werenât for him. Now, I would appreciate it if you could relay back to your sources that the details of my private life are not meant to be the highlight in their gossip sessions. Believe me, madam. I am smart, and I do know where to cut ties.â
A familiar heavy hand had landed on her shoulders, and Erika took a shuddering breath to rein in her anger. As Mrs. Dawson left in a huff, Erika hadnât dared to look at Edmond, too afraid to see what he thought of it all. No doubt he had heard the whole thing. Mrs. Dawson had long forgotten how to whisper, and Erika herself forgot when she lost her composure. Needless to say, their trip had been cut short.
For now, Erika picked at the skin of an apple, wondering how she should broach the subject and hoping that maybe it didnât need to be discussed at all. In the end, it was Edmond who poked the sleeping dragon first.
âItâs not a big deal, you know.â He gave her a reassuring smile. âItâs the usual fare. Once you get used to it, it all just rolls off your back. I appreciate it, but you shouldnât cut off ties for little old me. You might not be so smart after all, Miss Erika.â It was supposed to be a joke, but his words pricked her like a needle.
She put the apple down with an unmistakable slam, much to Edmondâs surprise, and left the kitchen. She came back with an envelope and closed the fridge door to get his full attention. She might have laughed at how so off-filter he looked, like he didnât know what to expect from her next, but she needed to get across how serious she was. The young woman squatted down so she was eye to eye to him and handed him the envelope. âThis is yours. Honestly, I would have liked to give this to you on a happier occasion, but I need you to know that this is yours.â
Edmond chuckled as he tore through the flap. âIf this is money, I want to say that Iâm not so cheaply⊠boughtâŠâ His words faltered as he shook a key out of the envelope. âIs thisâŠ?â
âA spare key to this apartment? Yes.â Erika took a calming breath as she tried to gauge his expression. He hadnât progressed beyond stunned, and it was starting to worry her. âIâm not trying to tie you down, of course,â she added to clarify. âI know you like traveling, and I wouldnât dream of forcing you to stay in one place. But I would like you to know that this place is always open to you. You can come and go as you please, as much or little as you like. This can be your fifth or sixth home away from home. And I will tell everyone, even you, that I am smart and that this is a tie worth keeping.â
Erika closed his fingers around the key and kept her hands over his. She stared at him stubbornly, daring him to challenge her words. He perhaps met her eyes for five seconds before he broke out into laughter. âI didnât know you could be so adamant. Well, I know a losing battle when I see one.â He brandished the key and tested the feel of it. âYou know, if I didnât know better, Iâd say that this is a confession of sorts.â
Erikaâs expression didnât budge despite the jolt in her pulse. âTake it as you wish.â She stood up to finish putting up the vegetables, but Edmond followed right behind her.
âAnd what about a boyfriend? What are we going to do with this key if you find someone?â
Erika hummed as she examined the bruise she had put into the apple earlier. âThatâs easy. You just have to fulfill that position, right?â It was meant to be a tease, but the thoughtful expression on his face said that maybe he would consider it. Erika was so stunned that she didnât react when he snatched the apple out of her hands and took a bite where the bruise was.
âThank you,â he said, too sincerely for just an apple, and put the fruit back in her hands. âYou can have the rest.â
As Edmond returned to putting up the groceries, Erika stood off to the side, infinitely thankful that she had the apple to hide her too warm face.
"Hey, where's my dealer? I need me some 'plants'!"
Erika heard the unmistakable shout of one of her students in the crowd, and she made a beeline for them. It was a group of them, cracking up laughing and making bets to see how long it would take for her to get there.Â
âWell, you found me,â she smiled though her eyes were frigid. âBut I donât think youâll find tomorrowâs training regimen so funny.â
Greetings: And I will write our charactersâ first ever meeting.
Erika bunched the edges of her sundress with one hand as she hooked a foot onto a low tree branch. Struggling with her free hand, she hoisted herself up onto the branch and curled her toes around the rough bark to steady herself. She only felt slight pinpricks of pain through the hard-earned calluses on her feet. It was always a shock to her students to see their leader climbing trees, like the sheer height would be enough to shatter someone as delicate as her. The kicker was when they realized she was good at it, too. She would laugh at their open gobs and ask just how they expect her to manage all the groves if she couldnât climb trees. It was all fun and games, but there was the hint of relief when they directed their gaze elsewhere. As practical as it was, climbing trees wasnât the most lady-like hobby, and sometimes she could feel her parentsâ disapproving gazes among the stares, even though she knew it was all in her head.
Here though, she should be fine. Who would recognize her in Hoenn? More importantly, she couldnât let the opportunity slide to examine Hoennâs strange vegetation. Her hands cautiously reached up for the fruit weighing heavily down from the branches. âOh,â she hummed, âIt is a Pecha berry.â The fruit was redder than its Kanto-variation and made a perfect heart shape. âI wonder if they used molds to shape this.â
âNaw, gotta say thâ thatâs all natural. Grown from a berry I picked ma-self âbout a year or two âgo. Oopsie daisy now, miss! No need ta be surprised. I were here aâfore ya.â
Erika had almost lost her footing, so surprised was she to see a man hanging down from the branches above her. How she had missed him she didnât know, especially with the bright red outfit he had on. He reached a hand out to steady her, and she took it gratefully as she found her bearings again.
She laughed nervously, slightly embarrassed by her little fumble. âDo you often hang from trees and scare the people who climb on after you?â
âCanât say I make a habit oâit.â He replied thoughtfully, putting a thumb to his blond goatee. âLemme ask ya this, do ya often climb on trees withouâ lookinâ ta see whoâs up there firsâ?â
Erika smiled, knowing when she had been outsmarted. âTouche. Should I climb down and ask for permission before I climb any higher?â
âOâcourse,â the man grinned. âThemâs manners. Naw, miss. Iâm jusâ teasinâ. Iâd be happy ta share this tree with a pretty little lady like yerself. But ya need ta follow the rules.â
Erika blinked in bewilderment. Of course, there were unspoken laws of etiquette when it came to sharing public berry trees like this one, but her newfound friend seemed to be talking about something else. âRules?â
âRight. Gotta haâ some rules, so we can maintain tha peace on this big olâ tree. One, if ya need help reachinâ one ya jusâ canât get, call fer me. Iâm like a mankey, anâ I can get every bit of fruit hanging off this tree.â He stood a little straighter and thumped his chest, eliciting a laugh from Erika. âTwo, ya wanna go fer the brightest red ones way up there. Ya almosâ picked a youngin earlier. Canât cutâem down before they reach their prime. And last but not least, Iâm goinâ to need yer name so I can stop callinâ ya âtree ladyâ in ma head.â
Erika grinned. It was hard not to in the presence of someone so cheerful. âErika,â she reached out to shake his hand. âI believe itâs going to be a great time pickinâ - I mean picking - fruit with you, misterâŠ?â
âAarune.â He took her hand, giving her a firm hard shake. âDrop tha mister. Pleasureâs all mine, Miss Tree Lady Erika.â
Edmond had dragged his haggard body through many cities, forests, and villages, but it was safe to say that Celadon City in the Kanto region was one of prettiest locales that he had ever visited The scent hit the Veteranâs nostrils first, his eyes widening as he sniffed the zesty smell of spring coupled with the comforting aroma of abundant flowers. The modernizing city appeared very clean and bright to Edmond, who had to grin at the happy Pokemon and their Trainers wandering the streets. However, despite being widely viewed as a utopian Kanto jewel, Celadon was also quick to remind the scruffy veteran that there was trouble in paradiseâŠat least for him.
The fresh and modern feel of the metropolis made Edmondâs unusual, dirty attire stand out like a sore thumb to the locals, who were quick to dismiss the intimidating scoundrel from their sight by crossing the street, shooting him passive-aggressive glances as they hid their children from his casual waves. In a city that prided itself on aesthetic, Edmond and his tattered appearance served as total outliers to be avoided by the populaceâŠlest the Celadon citizens be seen interacting with hobos.
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The hand that rested on her shoulder was large and warm. As tempting as it was to see who had come to answer her cries, she kept her eyes shut tight and tried to keep that swirling world at bay. Even behind her eyelids, the darkness was spinning around her. The toxin was starting to affect her sense of balance. As her rescuer positioned her onto her side, it was all she could do to keep her lurching stomach still from all the vertigo.
There was the soft clanging of a bell, and the strain in her temples began to ease. Finally - though she had vaguely heard him before - she could make out her rescuer's words.
âChansey wonât cure you, but sheâll help with the pain until help comes. Hang in there, missâŠyouâre going to get through this just fine.â
As comforting as his words were, it was his voice that anchored her. A low rumbling but soothing bass. It was a sound that hummed pleasantly down to her bones.
She chanced looking at him, squinting her eyes the barest amount. Her sight was mostly obscured by the underside of a rice hat, but she could make out the beginnings of a square chin. It all tumbled back to square one as pain buzzed through her head, a protest against the sudden light. She clutched desperately onto the clarity that the chansey's healing had lent her.
"The storage room. There's medicine." Erika talked thickly around her dry mouth. She blindly reached around accidentally striking the hat out of his hand. Finally, she found his sleeve and tried to sit herself up only to flop back down. She could cry she felt so helpless. "Please. Around the greenhouse, a storage room. There might be an antidote. Can I... Can you bring me there? I can't... Can't walk there by myself."
She reached a hand out and groped for his arm or hand, anything to indicate understanding.
Erikaâs eyes teared up as she dashed through the greenhouse, the poisonous smog following right behind her. The trees in her greenhouse had been dying one by one, and she had been investigating the issue only to stumble onto a nest of parasect.
With no safety equipment whatsoever.
Covering her mouth with her hands wasnât enough to stop the poisonous gas they released from reaching her lungs. Even as she made a mad sprint for the doors, her head was getting cloudy and her eyesight was swimming. The paralysis was setting in and soon she wouldnât be able to do anything. She pushed her full weight against the door, toppling out of the building and onto the ground.
Someone. She needed to find someone. Her eyes narrowed to a squint as she tried to look around, but to no avail. The world was blurring together.
There was the sound of footsteps.
âWait! Is there someone-? Someone call for help!â
âWhen I was a child, one of my classmates told me that if you kissed a gloom on the mouth that your wish would come true. I had been a sheltered child and Iâm an only child at that, so I was as gullible as they come. When my oddish evolved into a gloom, that was one of the first things I tried. I bent down to give it a kiss and was cleanly knocked out by the stench. I canât even really remember what it smelled like. Itâs one of those things that floods your nose, your head, and then the lights flicker off.Â
My poor gloom had to drag me through the woods. They donât really have the muscle to carry people, so my gloom had me by the ankles while my head and arms trailed through the muck. And thatâs how my father found me, covered in dirt and twigs and being dragged feet first through the forest. He thought I had been captured and was going to be eaten.Â
Itâs probably the worst way for a parent to realize that your secretly raising a pokemon. But honestly I was unconscious for most of it, so I suppose it worked out for me.â
â ă for a childhood story
â አfor a drabble about a romance/their love life
â â for a story about their family/home life
â ⏠for a bad memory that still haunts them
â âą for a good memory that makes them smile
OrâŠ
Send me a name/place/event or situation from my characterâs past and they will just talk about that one thing.
