Target Characters: 3-5K
Achieved Characters: 5125
The Stark Magikarp
Neon sheltered his eyes from the blazing fervor that was sprinkling down through form of sunlight. It was a bad day to have worn his black suit; the heat was sweltering to the point where he was legitimately considering just stripping down to his boxers and diving into the nearby fountain. ‘If only it wasn’t frowned upon,’ thought Neon while letting out an exasperated sigh. Neon normally wouldn’t even care whether it was considered legal or not, but in this particular moment he was headed to a job interview with the Mr. Stone, the leader of Devon Corporation. It probably wouldn’t look too good on him if the day he had an interview, his combed brown hair had turned flat and was dripping wet. Not to mention people would be talking about the occurrence for quite sometime.
As Neon walked through the ever-busy streets of Rustboro, he noticed the interesting scene that was taking place around him. There were several shop posts that immediately closed as a dark trench coated man with a black top hat and sunglasses walked by. ‘So this was the infamous Magikarp salesman, a man who wandered the globe wreaking havoc among each town he targeted. He used his expert coercion and charisma to trade items for weak Magikarp and then selling his Magikarp to trainers by providing the traded items as hold equipment for trainers to buy. Needless to say, the economy of the targeted town gets royally messed up enough that it is beyond repair for months.
The Magikarp salesman had chosen Rustboro as his newest target and had spent the past few days scoping the place out, finding whom the newest inexperienced shop owners were. As the Magikarp salesman approached the newest store on the block to make it a deal it couldn’t refuse, he felt a hand rest upon his shoulder. The hand belonged to Neon, who decided that this man wasn’t going to go anywhere near the town within which he planned on working. “Excuse me sir, you wouldn’t happen to be selling Magikarp, would you?” asked Neon with the most innocent farce he could muster.
“Why yes I am!” responded the Magikarp salesman putting on the sleaziest grin he could muster, obviously thinking he had just run into a trainer he could fool.
“Would you mind showing me one or two of them so that I could test how strong they are?”
“Not at all! Come right this way!” The Magikarp salesman led Neon back over to the fountain he had just pondered swimming in, putting on a show the whole way. “These are the strongest Magikarp on the continent! Guaranteed to evolve into fearsome Gyrados!”
“Really? That would be something. Let us see how they fair in a battle against my Murkrow.”
“Of course, of course.” And with that the salesman reached into his pocket, pulling out a black and yellow pokeball that was obviously extremely well cared for. “Come on out Super Scaly Magikarp McLarson!” He threw the ball into the air and out came a gold colored Magikarp that shone in the sunlight as if it had been misted with water not twenty minutes beforehand, to boost appeal.
“Let’s go for it Loki!” Neon threw his pokeball into the air releasing the dark shadow bird into the battle scene. “Murkrow give him a strong Wing Attack.” Murkrow happily complied slamming his wing into the gold fish. What both Loki and Neon assumed would be an instant faint, turned into a shockingly ineffective attack. The Magikarp just lay there completely unharmed and unfazed as if nothing happened.
“See! What did I tell you? These are flawless Magikarp! Go ahead, attack again!”
“Loki, give him a taste of your Faint Attack!” Murkrow drove into the Magikarp with increased vigor. This was to no avail; the Magikarp didn’t budge an inch. The Magikarp didn’t move at all. ‘Isn’t it customary for a Magikarp to at least flop around?’ thought Neon to himself. ‘Wait a moment…’ A siren approaching in the distance interrupted Neon’s train of thought.
“Oh crap! Their onto me already?” And with that the Magikarp salesman ran off and disappeared into a dark alleyway between a few shops.
‘”Well, I am glad to see this story has a happy ending, but what about you little guy?” asked Neon to the still immobile Magikarp. “Want me to get you free of that blasted gold coating?” Their eyes met for an instant and Magikarp seemed genuinely happy for the first time in it’s life. Neon spent the next hour scraping off the gold paint that had kept Magikarp entrapped in a protective shell of super resistant paint. When he finished freeing the Magikarp of its faux valuable coating, Neon realized that he was late for his meeting with his potential new boss. ‘What should I do with the Magikarp?’ thought Neon trying to quickly clean himself of the dirt that the battle had gotten onto his suit. Neon thought on his feet, returning his Murkrow to it’s pokeball and repeating the process with Magikarp putting both in his pocket. ‘There is no way that I am going to leave this poor Magikarp here alone,’ Neon reminded himself of his noble reasoning for taking the Magikarp. ‘But how the hell am I going to explain all of this?’ Neon took off sprinting towards the Devon Corporation Head Quarters building.