A cool breeze swept the forests surrounding Oak Town, causing them to dance around with no real motive. The people of the town were the same as any other day, continuing with their daily activities. But all of that was to change the very moment a man by the name of Faust set foot within the town. The albino, with his pale scale, white hair, and red eyes, put foot after foot deeper and deeper into the town.
"Shit." he would announce with an emotionless face. Lifting his left foot, he eyed the bottom of his boot.
"It was gum."On his way into Oak Town, Faust had already gone through hell and back with the grievances. The poor guy thought every bad thing that happened to him for the past ten years were part of karma. Hell, the guy never thought to give luck a try. Today alone, he got hit in the face by a moving branch, nearly pooped on by a number of birds, and alas, the gum.
"What kind of idiot..." He never finished his sentence, for it trailed off as he decided to move on. There was a reason he began in Oak Town and it'd be best he finished as soon as possible.
The streets of Oak were not much better than the outskirts. Faust had to give credit to the town to have a bustling market, one of the liveliest by far of the places he's visited. Alas, he found the target shop labelled 'Mabuz Magical Emporium'. What a pathetic name. But a client was a client. It was hard for a lone wolf like Faust to get customers, especially with little to no reputation whatsoever. The lone wolf took notice that, unlike the other bustling shops of Oak, Mabuz' Magical Emporium was had no customers. Not even one.
And so he entered the little shop, only to be greeted by the owner and client. "Hello! Welcome to my- " he would abruptly stop upon meeting Faust's eyes with his own. "I suppose you're here for the other matter..." Faust said nothing but nodded. It was a given nowadays that when talking about the underground and illegal fields, words hardly had to be muttered. Most of the time, it was determined with a little slaughter here and a little killing there anyways. Dr. Stephan led the way into the back of the store, where he wrote down two words on a piece of paper and handed it to Faust. "Use these spells on different people and tell me what happens to them." It shouldn't be too hard, right?
Now who would the first target be? There were so many choices, but the question was which one? On another note, what did the spells do? Would testing it upon himself be possible? The hidden sadist within him considered the thought for a while before concluding that he wasn't invincible.
"What a fucking shame." Looking back at the people wandering around in the streets of Oak, Faust thought long and hard about who would be the target to the first spell. There was a senior who most likely had a severe case of arthritis. He didn't seem to have many years of his life left, anyways.
"I'll spare the poor dude..." he whispered under his breath. Or so he thought. Apparently he said it perhaps a tad too loud, causing the young couple passing by to shoot him a look of confusion.
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