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Lightning flickered in the clouds above, illuminating the Steppes with pale, flickering light. The scenic vista looked like an old television screen from here, its picture stobing messily before resuming its normal broadcast of yellow grass, rolling hills, and daggerlike steel spires.

In the distance, one of those spires moved.

Morgana made fake binoculars with her hands to zoom in on the moving spire. "I do believe we have a Duraludon in our sights," she drawled to herself, putting on her airy southern debutante voice for the occasion. Jackpot. Professor Ash would pay big BYTES for one of those monstrosities, and Morgana herself had no particular interest in owning one (mostly due to the fact Sarah Lee already flaunted one).

But as it drew near, the girl in the blue dress realized she was in a predicament. What's strong against Steel? she thought. FIre, was the obvious answer, but unlike the aforementioned Sarah Lee, Bergamot was no Kindler. Well, she had briefly dabbled in it for the sake of spite and memery, but she really wasn't.

Just a moment. I do have a fire-type.

Eyes alight with pre-celebratory triumph, Bergamot threw out a Pokeball. "Go, my crony!"

Crony 2012 the male Salandit, materialized in the grass. He was squat, lizardy, and about a foot tall.

The Duraludon, on the other hand, was the size of an airstream camper. Particularly when it hit the ground on all four legs-- still well out of their range-- and began charging a beam attack.

Baaaaaa!

Bleating caused her to look up. A flock of Mareep were gathered at the top of the hill, spread out in a dark, ruffled shadow along the crest of the hill. Their ball-shaped tails arched high, anticipating the coming storm. She could see blue-white static crackling in the air.

"Not today, Satan!" Bergamot cried cheerfully, shaking one fist at the walking petting zoo, and pressed further to the North.

She was looking for something.

Something strange. Something sinister. Something human-shaped and long as a shadow, but white as dirty laundry. Something that wiggled in the plains like a worm, and which drove you mad to look at.

Morgana had been reading too much Japanese Creepypasta recently. Nevertheless, it drove her onwards.

"The perfect baby lure," Bergamot said, eyes lighting up in a way that was surely unprecedented for anyone seeing a sad, torn-up stuffed toy. "Brilliant, yes... brilliant..." She baited the hook and dropped it into the "water" with a plonk.

The man's words caught up with her late and she glanced at him. "Of course I'll catch the blue Magikarp," she said, "They're rare. Did you know that?"

Unfortunately, the rare blue Magikarp did not seem interested in the destroyed remnants of the stuffed toy. It continued to flop around in the water on the other side of the pond, ignoring both of them. "Come this way," Bergamot called entreatingly, racking her brains for good threats, blackmail, or bribery. "...I'll give you a lucky penny!" That sounded like something her uncle would say, what was she thinking?

Magikarp didn't seem interested in her offer, but Morgana would have to be blind to not notice the ripples beginning in the sludgy depths of the water. "Oh my!" she uttered, one gloved white hand flying up to cover her mouth. "Manish, there's something on the line!"

Based on all her experience in the game so far, it was probably another Magikarp.

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