Post by Mason on Aug 20, 2013 1:53:50 GMT -5
Water, water, water. It’s what this city is known for, he knew, but in the years since Mason had been to Cerulean, the meaning of that had changed not-so-slightly. “Water” turned to “Polluted Water” in an effort at industrialization, which the man couldn’t exactly blame the Lux leaders for, (it was wartime after all), yet it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. Floral Lagoon City indeed. He walked down the stone streets under an overcast sky, bracing against the occasional gust of wind and glancing every so often at the filthy water, even though he knew he had more important things to worry about.Like sentinels, for one. Mason was confident in his anonymity, but the difference between confidence and carelessness is always very small. But at the very least, this place hadn’t turned into a ghost town like so many others. There were people on the streets, enough that the man didn’t look out of place. And better yet, they seemed discontent. It made his job a bit easier - when people are forced to change their way of life, what follows is rarely pleasant.He had been sent to observe Cerulean for a short while, and so far what Mason had seen was promising. The spy doubted things were in a worse condition than in Saffron, but any amount of unrest helped. And he felt slightly bad for thinking so - Mason remembered the destruction of Olivine all too well. Enemy or not, he wouldn’t wish that burden on anyone.But there were things to be done, and the time for questions ought to be when you are kept awake at night by your thoughts, and not in the middle of a busy street. Mason veered off of the stone pavement, just narrowly avoiding a collision with someone else as he mumbled a hasty apology. He stopped in front of a small bench that stood at the edge of a grassy clearing, facing a fountain which likely had some of the cleanest water for miles. It would be a good place to sit and listen to the hustle and bustle of the city for a while. Or just relax. His tired feet had been aching for a while now, protesting at every step. Traveling was messy business.Mason sat down and placed his backpack next to him. He figured it wouldn't be a bad time to read that travel brochure he had picked up a few towns over - they were usually quite over the top, which got on his nerves a bit - but every once in awhile you could learn something interesting.At least, if the wind would cooperate. Just as he dug it out, a particularly strong gust blew the folded paper back towards the street. “Wait!” Mason called, annoyed, as if the thing would actually stop and heed his words. Reluctantly, he grabbed his backpack and left the comfortable bench, starting after the brochure which was still tumbling in the wind.