(OOC: I am very sorry this took so long! I only saw that my character had been mentioned when I was halfway done with the post. But I hope we can overlook that...?)
Following leads to the group
Another dead end. Another imposter. Another bigshot guy that thought that by stealing someone elses purpose, he could rob unexpecting people who wanted to help. Another bigshot guy laying face-down in the dirt, blood gushing from his head. Whisper hadn't alerted the group of his presence, and it would likely take a few minutes before they noticed that their leader was shot down. He had been laying in wait quite long from where the group was, just in case they didn't turn out to be the real deal after all. Whisper was careful like that. All the stories about the group wanting to end this desert wonderland had led him in different directions, and all of them, so far, had only been imposters seeking to make an easy living. Whisper sighed, disappointed yet again that he was on the wrong tracks. He did have a list of potential leads, and he was systematically going through it, to make sure he could find the right ones eventually. And why not shoot down imposters on the road? He had probably saved quite a few future lives by doing so anyway.
Unfortunatly for him, Whisper had been shadowing this group for a whole day, and had strayed quite a lot from his path. He figured he'd be somewhere around Fallabor Town, considering that was the last town he went through. Nice place, really. The people in charge paid a monthly fee to a raider gang nearby, who in turn kept the town safe for travelers. Though most people nowdays were only out for themselves, people like these existed. The trip there would only take a few hours, which suited him just fine. Though the wasteland was an unforgiving place, Whisper kind of liked wandering on his own sometimes. Gengar came out of his shadow and levitated next to him, looking at him. "Gen..?" he asked, his grin turning downwards. "Sorry, Geng. Another dead end. Literally." he chuckled a bit after the sentence, which made Gengar grin even more. Gengar was a god company nowdays. Though Whisper liked running solo, Gengar was kind of part of the package deal, always knowing when Whisper could use some cheering up, or when he just needed to be alone, of which, Gengar would just reside in his shadow. Whisper had more than once wondered how cozy it could be inside a shadow, and had built up quite a few theories around it over the past few months.
The trip back to Fallabor Town wasn't a very eventful one. Halfway there, he had to sneak past a pack of Rhydons. He was worried they might pose a thread to Fallabor, but they seemed to be heading West, for the time being. Wild Pokemon were a lot more aggressive nowdays, and whisper couldn't really blame them. The few Pokemon still timid were few in numbers, and greatly outnumbered by more vicious Pokemon. The less adaptable Pokemon were the worst, and throughout his years, Whisper had seen a Mightyena take out a small group of settlers. It was a grousome sight indeed, but t did the job for them, as he was running with the raiders at that time. Thinking back on his upbringing, the raiders.. R.J. It was always Depressive thinking back, almost as depressing as thinking forward. What was he going to do with his life if he didn't find this group of people? They actually had a goal in life, whichw as not "Try to live past 30 before you're gunned down by raiders, or eaten by a passingby Pokemon". This was what promted him to join their cause in the first place, considering he didn't really have anything else to do. Sure, he did help settlements out with potential threats they faced, but one can't make a living out of that. He sighed again at the thought, and shook his head. He was now at Fallabor town.
Several more hours later, it was late afternoon, and Whisper had restocked on supplies, and had something to eat. The people of the town were grateful that he had dealt with the imposing group, and had treated him and Gengar to a meal. He had then taken a powernap for an hour before deciding to pick up on the next lead. the next lead would take him towards the Meteor Falls. Apparently, some passerby's had told stories about a group of people with a particular goal which matched Whispers memo. A group of people and their pokemon, travelling together to find a way to change the climate. The plainness of the story made it more believable, as most imposters would drop details like, "donate stuff to contribute", and things like that. He was ashamed to have been part of such a group in the past.
He wasn't very good at tracking, but he more or less knew the way to Meteor Falls, after some directions from one of the locals of Fallabor. He had heard stories about the place before, and that there was supposed to be water there. He somehow doubted that was the case, but it was an exciting thought nontheless. Along the way, he eased up on the stealth a little. He knew this part of the region wasn't a frequent raider territory, and thus, he could rest easy, at least for the time being. Gengar stayed in his shadow regardless, just in case someone got the drop on them.
He managed to reach the cave by the time it started getting dark. Good thing is that too. At night, Cacturnes roam the wasteland, and they can be very nasty to come across, at least without backup. Grass-Types are very, very rare lately, and if you see one, it is probably a Cacturne, and it probably kills you. He shrugged at the thought. He had only seen them from afar through his scope once, before Shark had ordered the group to evacuate and find shelter for an upcoming Sandstorm. He was probably right too. Since Cacturnes are Grass-Types, they have gone vile after not having had any water for a looong time, despite their desert-adapting skills. It was also starting to get a little colder in the air, but Whisper didn't bother. He liked the cold, it was like a break from the deathly dry and warm daytime. Though, he wasn't an idiot. He buttoned up his coat.
The cave was big, and roomy. And.. Echoing. He could hear voices from afar, and though he couldn't make out what they said, he snuck closer, holding his rifle. He came behind a rock, and saw a small group of people further ahead. It was pretty dark, and difficult to see. Whisper took aim and looked through the scope of his gun. He still couldn't make out what they said. "Gengar. Sneak up on them and listen in.", he whispered, and Gengar Shadow Sneaked his way over there. It was easy for him to hide, even in plain sight, because of the dark cave. This was a tactic they used often. If Gengar gave the signal, Whisper would shoot them from his hiding place, and if not, he'd carefully walk over to them. They had a lot of Pokemon with them: A Camerupt, Medicham, Krookodile, Dusclops among others, so if they had to take them out, it could very easily prove to be difficult. He made up his mind. If these were imposters, he would simply back away.
Gengar returned after a few minutes, and peeked out from his place in Whispers shadow, though he had more room to roam now. "What's the word, Geng. You think they're imposters?" He asked, not looking away from his scope. he had his aim at the head of a tattooed blond guy with a basebal bat. Next to him sat a Cacnea. He looked like raider material, and Whisper thought he looked familiar, but the rest of them didn't. "Geng, geng!" Gengar said, shaking his head with a relieved look on his grinny little face. The imposter groups often talked about their scams, how foolish the commonfolks were, and planned their next victims. It was an easy scouting mission for Gengar to see if they were up to no good or not. "So you're saying these folks are the real deal?" Whisper asked again, just to be sure. Gengar nodded, and went back into the shadows.". "Very well then, here goes nothing." Whisper said to himself, anxious, before stepping out from behind his rock, lowering his rifle.
"Hey!" Whisper said, hoping he got their attention. "I've been hearing rumors that you guys are looking for a certain mythological blue object?", he said, walking towards them slowly, not to alert anyone. He also held his hands in front of him to show he wouldn't pull some wicked stunt. "If you're not, then I'm walking out of here. I got you all surrounded, so trying to mug me would be very foolish." He was bluffing, but it was a bluff he had done a million times before. Gengar laughed ominously from the shadows, to stimulate that they were, in fact, surrounded. Tough luck for him if they saw through it though.