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I'm into pokemon cards now. I drive around looking for places that have them, covet their beauty, and then use them to destroy my enemies in combat. Add in the gambler's high and you've got an amazing pastime.
Found my old Naruto cards and decide to sell them since I'm decluttering my drawers and closets.
A custom order for 3 trading cards type designs:)
The Wreckers - Cashing In
Another round of thugly antics. Again, check out Puckarooni for her Pokemon Superhero AU. Cool jams, friendos.
Alolan Joe - Alolan Ratata Leader and self proclaimed mousestache afficianado
Ben - Spearow Brawn of the group of Bachelor of Thuganomics
Zach - Zigzagoon Dunno what he’s doing, but he’s doing it well
Sherman - Sentret Newbie, but he makes up for it with heart
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Zach handed the sturdy box to Ben, who nodded and set it in the center of the table in the backroom of the Thrifty. He crammed the edge of the crowbar under the lip of the metal lid.
“Alright, you got it, Sherbet?” Ben said to Sherman, who took hold of the bottom of the box.
“Sherbet?” Sherman said, quirking an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Said Ben, inclining his head down. “You. Got. It?” He held a stern face.
“Uh,” Sherman adjusted his grip and help tight. “Yeah, I got it, Be–uh. Bu…,” He looked around the thrifty and his eyes settled on a row of candies. “Bu–ttercup?” He looked back to Ben.
Zach snorted from the couch he had plopped down on. Ben shook his head, “You got a lot to learn, rookie.” He squared his shoulders, “Just, hold onto the damn thing.”
“Yes sir,” Said Sherman, his punctured ego dedicating itself to his task.
Ben worked at the crowbar, prying a little more of the lid back and setting the crowbar deeper. Once he was satisfied, he gave the crowbar a swift jerk that popped the edge of the lid off. The shrapnel flew across the room. Joe stepped into the doorway with impeccable timing.
“Gentlemen, I- Gah!” Joe squeaked as he narrowly missed the chunk of metal box that zipped past him.
“Oh, I see now. So it has come to this,” Joe straightened up and put up his fists. “Mutiny. I knew this day would come. But you’ll have to best me in combat, fiends. Come on then, let’s do this!” Joe began to hop around, waving his fists in front of him.
Sherman popped up, “Whoa wait! It was an accident, Boss. We were just trying to–”
“Finally,” Ben said, shouldering his crowbar, “Been waiting for a chance to knock that cheesy smirk off your face.”
Ben charged at Joe, swinging the crowbar down towards Joe’s head. In a flash, Joe brought up his hands to catch the blow, the two locked eyes and grit their teeth.
“Oh, Heck Yeah!” Sherman said, eyes sparkling. He scurried over to the couch and hopped into the spot next to Zach. “This is gonna be epic. Don’t you think?”
Zach shrugged, “Maybe.”
Joe and Ben tussled for a bit. They wrestled and rolled and tumbled, finishing with Joe having taken the crowbar from Ben.
Joe pointed the crowbar at Ben, who crouched on the ground catching his breath.
“Will you yield?” Joe said.
“Yeah yeah,” Ben said, bruised ego kinda killing the mood. “I will honor the code of the thug and serve your blah blah blah.”
“Perfect,” Joe said and tossed the crowbar back to him. “Whew, almost got me that time.”
Ben caught the crowbar and stood up, “Oh blow me sideways, bristles. You hold back every time.” He scoffed out his nose and went back to the table. “Hey, Sherbet, we opening this thing or what?”
Sherman, stars in his eyes got up from the couch, “You guys are so cool. Like, when you were like, ‘Whapam! Take that’ but then Joe just did that thing where he, you know, just ‘Whoosh, bam!’ and you went flying and…” He flailed his arms. Zach leaned away to allow Sherman room to embellish.
“That’s enough, Sherman.” Joe said, “What are you opening anyway?”
“Dunno, Zach found it in the junkyard and couldn’t open it.” Sherman said “He even did his–” He wiggled his fingers and flip flopped his wrists. “Stuff.”
Zach also wiggled his fingers and then shrugged.
Joe stroked his ‘stache, “A rather tricky treasure trove, it would–” He paused, “t-uh, tantamount to tremendous tantalizing trophies for this team.” He smiled at his cleverness.
Ben scoffed, “You are such a dork.” He glared at Sherman. “Come on, hold this sucker down before I use this crowbar to vent all that hot air in your head.”
Sherman hustled over and gripped the box again. Ben got the edge into the lid again and gave it a adrenaline-fueled push. The lid peeled back like a tuna can and revealed the contents within. Ben tossed the crowbar aside as they all gathered to peek inside the box.
“Oh,” Said Zach with a neutral voice.
“Whoa,” Said Sherman with a hint of wonder.
“Hmm,” Murmured Joe, contemplating.
“Oh, goodie. More junk.” Ben said, his shoulders slumping down.
“What? This isn’t junk,” Sherman reached inside and pulled out a handful of the contents. Play cards. A bunch of them, haphazardly scattered inside the box. They had colorful pictures of monsters on one side and a big logo plastered on the other. “Don’t you remember Pouch Gremlins? For the Game Lad?”
Joe snapped his fingers, “Ha, I knew they looked familiar.” He took a few of the cards out of the box. “I used to play a shared copy of Powgrem with my brothers and sisters way back when.” He started flipping through the cards. Zach also began to dig through the contents of the box.
“Feh,” Ben said looking over the couple that Sherman had fished out, “That baby game about little kids making friends with super powered monsters and battling them. All the designs looked so lame.” His sharp eyes landed on a shiny card in Sherman’s hand, he snatched it and nodded. “Except this guy. He was awesome.”
Joe and Sherman looked at the card. Sherman smiled, “Oh yeah, Psycat. The legendary survivor of psychic experiments. The lore said that he was a loner Powgrem who killed off his old master. Pretty dark stuff.”
“Yeah, super edgy and took no shit. I liked him.” Ben said.
“My favorite was the one you could start out with, Grassasaurus Rex!” Sherman said, pulling out the relevant card, “His solar cannon attack was unbeatable!” He looked to Joe, “Oh, who was your favorite, Joe?”
Joe dug into the box and nodded, pulling out another shiny card, “This one.” He held it up, “The trickmaster, Ghostgar.” He laughed, “When I would play against my siblings, they would actually ban me from using him cause he was too good.”
“How about you, Zach?” Sherman asked, “Did you have a favorite?”
Zach was organizing the cards by color and rarity. Without looking up from his work, he muttered, “Yup.”
Joe chuckled. Sherman pressed on, “Such as…?”
Zach paused, looked over the stacks of cards before grabbing out a fairly common looking card and holding it up. “This guy.”
“Oh,” Sherman said, a little disappointed, “I guess Joltling is pretty popular.” He looked back to Joe, “I mean, it was the mascot of the series.”
Joe nodded and regarded the box again. “Hmm…what do you suppose these were doing in such a secure box?”
Ben scoffed, “Loser probably wanted to hide his shame when he moved on to something better.” He was gathering up all the copies of Psycat and silently judging the edginess of each one.
Sherman looked at the box, “Maybe they were special and he wanted to keep them safe?”
Zach finished sorting and stacking and said, “Resale.”
Joe, Ben and Sherman all looked up, struck by the idea.
Joe caught it first. “How much do you think these cards are worth?”
Ben smirked, “I hear things get more valuable over time, if you collect enough.”
“And look at all of these shinies.” Said Sherman, “They’ve gotta be worth a fortune.”
“Zach, gather up those little treasures,” Joe said, stroking his mouse-stache, “We’re headed to town!”
Ben and Sherman cheered, Zach packed the cards away.
“Gentlemen,” Joe said, “Let’s go make some money.”
…
“50 bucks?” Ben said incredulously. “Are you serious?”
He leaned over the counter of the hobby shop, making the cashier back away slightly. From behind the counter, he gave his big, friendly, Snorlax smile, “Yup, 100 even. Pretty—impressive collection, though.” He said through a yawn. “So, will that be cash or store credit?”
Joe managed to pry Ben away from the counter. “Uh, excuse my friend here. I am pretty certain there were quite a number of rare cards in there. Surely they would fetch a handsome price?”
The cashier shrugged, “Maybe a bit ago, but not anymore.” He turned in his swivel chair and grabbed another box of cards. “Everyone’s moved on to Data Goblins.” He showed them the box. Though the designs were slightly different, it seemed like the exact same game. “People just aren’t buying Powgrem anymore.” He set the box back, “So, 50.” He smiled again.
Ben wrestled out of Joe’s grip and got uncomfortably close to the cashier. “Listen, tubby, how about you grease these pockets before I grease up your face?”
The cashier held his smile and opened one of his eyes just enough to glare at Ben. The sight sent a chill down the young thug’s spine. “Fifty. Dollars. Even.”
…
Ben and Joe shuffled out of the hobby shop.
“Hey guys,” Sherman said, hustling up to them. “How’d it go?”
Joe looked at Ben, who scoffed, “Waste of time.” He looked away and folded his arms.
Zach and Sherman looked at Joe. Joe pulled the 50 dollars out of his pocket.
“Oh,” Said Sherman. Zach gave a resigned shake of the head.
“Well, you win some, you lose some.” Joe said. “But I still think 50 dollars for free is a win.” He smiled.
Sherman nodded, “Still, it would have been nice to at least keep–”
Zach zipped around in front of him and held up the Grassasaurus Rex card. “Here.”
Sherman lit up and took the card, “No way, you held onto my favorite. You’re the best.”
Zach shrugged and walked around to the other two members and held up their favorite cards.
“You sly devil,” Joe said, taking the card and slipping it into his pocket. “Should have known.”
Ben snatched his card, “What the heck? Isn’t this thing super rare? We might have gotten more cash for this.” He glared at Zach, who returned with an indifferent quirk of the eyebrow.
Joe nudged him, “You’re welcome to head back inside to trade it in.”
Ben looked back at the shop, then down to his Psycat. “Yeah, never mind. Psycat is too cool for that.” He also tucked the card into his pocket.
Zach also tucked a card into his pocket. The picture looked like a Joltling, but was a little off. It appeared as though it was merely wearing a Joltling costume…