About To Unleash My Rage [Mission]

[Varnock]

It was a pleasant evening if he was honest, the sun was going down behind him and a warm breeze was going through the area, leaves teased by the air and dancing in a golden light. It didn't make him exactly ecstatic that he was out here right now though, lovely as it was. He really didn't like to travel at night, especially in Johto or Hoenn now. There was too much of a chance in his opinion that someone trigger happy might come across him and aim for a promotion by taking down the suspicious man traveling through the darkness. Of course, he wasn't much safer anywhere else what with the curfews, but he had documentation that could protect him from that. Still, the sun wasn't down quite yet and things were enjoyable enough for now.

The Lake of Rage was his destination this time. It had been a while since he had come by here, almost two years now in fact, and things hadn't changed much. He remembered that he had stumbled across a man then, feeding his pokemon, a Sandslash if memory served, some berries that he had collected. It felt like it had been much longer than it truly had, but he didn't dwell on it. He had other things to do today. A mission.

Yes, someone had tipped Lux off that something shady was going on in the Lake Of Rage area, and he was the one that had been delegated to handling it. His current mission was finding out just what in the world was going on down here, then reporting all that back. Hopefully it would be as simple as it seemed to be with his connections into Nox. Even with his connections though, he still had his pokemon with him as he always did. Nothing out yet, but a hand rested at his side near them just in case. Even if Nox still thought him a collector under its banner, he was taking no chances.

For now though it was simply a walk towards the lake proper. He was moving at an average pace through the trees, branches and bushes idly pushed out of the way by a gloved hand to speed his movement along. Hopefully he could stick to the trees long enough to hide himself until he was truly forced out into the open. He wasn't as useless out in the open as he had once been, but he still preferred to work from someplace hidden. It makes things easier if escape is needed.

[The Crash Man Ω]

Most of Varnock's stakeout he would find rather quiet. Not many came to the Lake of Rage, and even those who passed by rarely seemed too suspicious. Any who did enter the lake usually bore the telltale uniform of Blackthron officials: some of the hardest and most vigilant soldiers in the Tohjo Regions, they were a common presence around the Lake to try and keep an eye out on prospective trouble. Regardless, their presence usually meant there wasn't much to fear for any good, honest Lux citizens.

However, one person entering the Lake seemed a bit suspicious. He dressed like a normal fisherman, although his jacket seemed somewhat stuffed. His hands were in his pockets and he whistled somewhat uneasily to himself as he looked at the entrance to the great lake. He subtlely glanced back and forth twice, as if trying to confirm nobody had been watching him, and then nervously stepped foot into the lake's territorial boundaries. To any ordinary citizen, he might have just looked like a fisher trying his luck at catching a Gyarados. Yet the half-off tempo of his whistle, awkward shuffling of his feet whenever he paused, and unsteady pace alternating between just too fast and just too slow were sure signs of suspicion.

When he approached the water's edge he sat down and began to fish, and yet rather than watching his pole his eyes seemed awfully focuse on a set of trees in the distance . . .

[Varnock]

His position amongst the trees had him happier than he expected when he saw the Blackthorn uniform. Even now it made him antsy to see them, and he was on their side now. Old habits die hard, he supposed, but even then he would have to work on getting used to them.

Of course, he doubted many would like working with him any more than he would like working with them.

Still, he had a job to do here. When a new man appeared, a heavily laden fisherman apparently, he followed through the the tree line again, settling in to watch the man, eventually tracing his stare to fix the same trees with his own. He had heard stories about fishing in this lake, and most all of them ended in useless Magikarp rather than the powerful Gyarados.

Then again, he seemed more intent on something else. That meant little for his mission though, since it could just be a distracted man who felt nervous fishing with so much Blackthorn activity. He would blame no man for feeling jumpy around them.

Even if he was paying attention to this man and the area his gaze was fixed on, Brandon still made a point of looking around often. It wouldn't do to miss his real target just because one man looked suspicious.