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In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
❄Erika Olson❄




Erika considered for a moment what she wanted to do but ultimately believed that resting here for the night was best. She still intended on getting her green gem appraised and her Pokemon were likely just as exhausted as she was. "Oh! Yea! Ha! I guess this might seem really cold to others, especially considering I'd go camping sometimes on Mount Chill with my mother..." Erika paused, thinking back to all that time spent with her mother. Those nights were some of the coldest Erika had ever felt but all that time with her mother and learning how to become a trainer made things worth it. On one of those trips as well, Erika swears she encountered a wild Froslass up that mountain. If Joshua was interested, Erika would quickly tell her story about exactly why Froslass was her favorite Pokemon and that encounter was certainly the primary reason why.

In short, the story went like this...

During one of her hikes with her mother, a fierce blizzard had suddenly appeared. It could have been a very powerful Abomasnow walking by because it was so sudden, at least that's what Erika's mother believed. Regardless, the blizzard was so intense that Erika had accidentally fallen behind while they were trying to make their way back to camp. In that blizzard, a Froslass had crept up and scared her half to death with a sudden appearance though the frosted veil. Although Froslass usually have quiet the nefarious relationship, the Froslass that Erika had met lead her back to her mother. Ever since then, Erika has been quiet mystified by the ghostly Pokemon that she wanted one herself.

Now assuming Joshua was interested and stuck around to hear the story, Erika would conclude that she supposes the cold doesn't really bother her anyway. She might give mining one last shot tomorrow but there were a lot of reasons to continue. One of those reasons, Claire, was supposed to meet her there eventually. Erika hoped she wouldn't be late and make Claire wait.

With that she bid Joshua a farewell, saying she'll probably be in Stillwood early tomorrow so if they wanted to meetup for lunch then they could! Now with her by herself, she decided to let her whole team out to stretch their legs and rest. She also felt like her new team members, those frozen in ice, would probably like the freedom to see things a bit. So she would pull each out of their Pokeballs.

The first Pokemon Erika received and her secret favorite, Sno was the first to come forth. She took a quiet glance around the lodge before grinning and rubbing her hands together. It was likely she realized she was close to something like home. Erika gave her a pat and brought Chic out next. Seeing as she was always excitable, Chic tiredly screeched out of excitement as it ran around Erika and Sno before collapsing. Erika bent down and picked her up, placing her delicately on the cushion behind her. Gibs, upon being brought in, opened his mouth wide and give a long yawn before straightening out giving Sno a nudge before flexing his muscles, staying true to being tough. Chu, one who Erika hadn't gotten to know much up to this point, glanced around a bit hesitant but curious at all the new faces (save for Gibs who he took a step away from). Eep was rather lethargic, drooping slightly as he stayed rooted to one spot also glancing around.

Finally Kay was certainly... a handful. The first thing she did was slap Erika's hand away with her stubby tentacle and swam up away. Erika frowned, calling Kay to calm down, nobody is going to hurt her. However Kay ignored this, turned away, and then began fluttering towards the door! Erika, surprised slightly, clambered to chased after Kay but once the Inkay noticed she was being pursued began hurrying off and swam in a sporadic pattern. Gibs, who still remembered the game, chased after Erika hoping to poke her in a game of "tag" again. The rest of Erika's Pokemon watched as the spectacle went on for a moment before Erika made a diving catch and seized Inkay in her arms. Clutching her Pokemon tightly but not too tight, Erika gently stroked Kay's side, telling her it is okay and she can be outside her Pokeball to sleep with the rest of the team but she needs to be good. At this time, Gibs caught up and began poking Erika in the ankle before finally lifting his arms in victory for another game won. The rest of Erika's team applauded.

With everything settled down, Erika and her team went to bed. Kay separated herself from the rest, opting to sleep on a shelf above everyone else. Sno was secretly tasked by Erika to keep an eye on her.

Anyway, Erika surprisingly got plenty of sleep before waking up the next day. With her team all accounted for, she returned them to their Pokeballs and set off for the Miner's Shop. She wanted to quickly check to see what was new and once she did that, she pulled out her Bug Gem for Isaac to identify, since Erika didn't know what it was.

In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@PlatinumSkink

Skinky! Sorry! I was just so fatigued from last week midterms and stuff that it really put me off of trying to write stuff. I wanted my next post to be kind of long with exposition and flesh out personalities a bit with my Pokemon so hopefully tonight I can write something up good and Erika's story can continue!

Edit:

Ok! I posted so hopefully that's all good. Still not sure what Erika might do next but I think she is going to challenge a bunch of trainers on her way to Stillwood. So quick battles will be coming up most likely.
In World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Pirouette Hate to be a bother, but mind if you post for Mori? That way I can post for both Callus and Aleks at the same time.


Sorry, last week was midterms and my mother was seriously injured so I've just mentally fatigued for the past week. x.x
In World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Tokyo Stadium, Upper Level 3
@Lmpkio


Mori remained fixated on the Draconian while he spoke his expected stoic response. It was a typical disposition of the timeless so much so that they were held to this common stereotype even if Mori, herself, had never met one previously. As the words sank in, Mori couldn't help but be amused by the response. Gaia was not what Mori was implying when she said the tournament was going to end abruptly and even though her meaning may have not be explicit enough, she chose to assume the Draconian was either clueless or deflecting. Either scenario was something that tickled Mori's mind as one meant this likely powerful being was oblivious or trying to keep some noble stoicism around the people. There wasn't much else to consider, although it did cross her paranoid mind briefly that the Draconian could have been in on something. Regardless, her reaction was the same, undetectable behind her mask.

Mori allowed the Draconian to continue, however, and the earlier amusement shifted to wonderment to confirmation that the creature was deflecting. Of course something was amiss! MAVERICK was moving with some sense of urgency and the regular attendants were all on edge. There was a tension in the air and it didn't come from the weather patterns. Watching the Draconian move towards the door, Mori remained idle for a moment longer before hearing his call for answers to questions that he was still keeping close to his chest. Mori fluttered over to the doorway calling back to him. "I have the feeling you may not need go far for answers, Dragon." She stopped as she heard the announcement of the tournament's continuation before turning back to the conversation at hand.

Although Mori wasn't necessarily noble, she knew at the very least that panic was something the masses were prone to and avoiding the topic until now, when it was just the two of them in earshot beyond this doorway made it a better time to be curt about the situation."Last year's tournament was ended by an abrupt visit from unfriendly figures. I have no doubts that the very same thing is happening again. They can pretend it isn't going to happen but you and I already know it is. What possible questions would you need answers to that you don't already know?"
In World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Tokyo Stadium, Rooftop
@Lmpkio


Combatant sports had always been something significant to not only humans quite a few of the Mythics as well. It had always baffled the more peaceful-minded. Mori, up to a point, had always failed to understand why beings enjoyed hurting one another but this was to be expected from a passive Mythic such as a fay. Yet historically, mankind and Mythics both performed grueling combat trails against each of other for the sake of sport and entertainment.

While fights to the death have faded to obscurity, bouts such as this tournament were still prevalent everywhere in almost any form imaginable and the people loved them. The risk of injury or chance of injuring is a rush in some twisted appreciation, but let's face it, Mori had finally come to understand and even enjoy the process. Fighting provided relief, decompression to the troubled soul. All of this... "spectacle" was nothing more than troubled souls beating the troubles out of their lives while those that watched got to enjoy the mind-numbing distraction to tear them away from their lives. Sure, anyone can say "I want to make money!" or "I want to challenge myself!", but deep down these were all just excuses to their true selves. All beings were sick with a twisted side to themselves that was just waiting to come out, all they needed was a trigger. Most beings would never see that switch thrown but there was something present no matter what.

It was easy to judge, sure, but Mori was not pretending that she was some divine judge above all this. She was sick as well. Her trigger, a few years in the past, had shaped up her abandonment of her former self in exchange for this... enjoying and eventually participating in the spectacle of brutal sport alongside all the other degenerates.

There was also another reason to be here. The trail had gone cold about who had butchered Mori's people but with recent events like last year's tournament, there was the potential to find something or even better, someone to be the next step in her quest of revenge. Her detective work thus far was just keeping an open eye out for anything but eventually she figured she'd have to interact. At the moment, her lookout perch had her feet dangling off the ledge of some roofed-in section of the arena, above the rabble of spectators as Mori had always preferred to be left alone. It also afforded her a nice seat for the fights and even though MAVERICK could have enforced her removal, they didn't bother.

Few fights among the nomads had taken place before the motive of Mori's vigil was awarded with something. With her left antennae twitching, her extrasensory appendages had detected an atmospheric change taking place at some point during the last fight and rather than watch the exciting conclusion, she glanced with a calm curiosity, up to the sky watching it brew slowly into something more malicious than a clear day. Now Mori didn't pay attention to televised forecasts but being originally a Mythic of Life and Nature, she had a sense for things such as weather and this was not a natural occurrence.

Idling as the rain fell, Mori continued her studying gaze up, actually enjoying the feeling of rainwater mat down her air and slick off her skin. Nature, again, was something she had been closely associated with at one point and change as much as she did, it was still a part of her.

Minutes passed of her expectant gaze being pointed at the clouds, wanting something to occur that confirmed her suspicion but nothing came from nature. Instead, the movement all around her had symptoms of tension. Her extrasensory could almost feel the effects of things going around her and turning her gaze to the MAVERICK agents at around her level, their increased activity had provided all the confirmation Mori needed. Something was going to happen but what?

Mori's gaze further wandered down the stadium of barely controlled crowds trying to scurry off for cover. Most of these mundane people had no special talents or senses but even a few of them had some sense of something odd. Mori could see it in a few of their faces. Among the crowds, however, a stone-faced figure had seemingly become an unintentional beacon of relief to many of the humans in proximity. Mythics, despite being rare among society, always stuck out in a crowd after all. Although the large scaly mass dressed in traditional looking was clearly visible, Mori had limited knowledge of what he was. A dragon taking a human-ish form or maybe the product of some inter-species breeding? It was difficult to tell but if there was ever a case of Mori feeling that sense of unspoken camaderie, it was with her own kind. Mr. Dragon, here, was not a Faye but he was certainly a Mythic and by that classification, he made it in with Mori's condition.

Pushing herself lightly from the ledge, she fell a few meters before her wings began to rapidly beat causing a low drumming sound from the vibrations as she slowed her descent to the platform. Landing gently in proximity of Mr. Dragon, Mori took a slow studying glance from his toes to head before settling upon meeting his gaze. Being nearly a whole two feet shorter than him, Mori had to crane her neck upwards as she was dwarfed in comparison. "Hi Mr. Dragon." Mori spoke, her voice being distorted and lowered to produce a darker monotone in addition to her true expression being disguised behind a mask altered Mori's presentation to more sinister despite the cutesy way she addressed him. She paused and took a glance around before turning her gaze back to him. "Afraid of a little water getting your robes all wet? Or maybe, I suspect you already guessed it but seems like this tournament will end shorter than anticipated. That's too bad, huh."

In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@PlatinumSkink

Er, I didn't see any malice, silly.
In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@PlatinumSkink

Oof.
In Mahoutokoro School of Magic → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Mahoutokoro School of Magic → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Fabricant451

I added some stuff about Kate's bird. Cockatoos are definitely noisy, it seems, so I figured I'd clarify.
In Mahoutokoro School of Magic → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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