[center][h2][color=2e3192]Indigo Samson[/color][/h2][/center]

Indigo reset his footing upon hearing the voice calling from a distance. A rustle emitted from the bush, and he swore under his breath. He'd been found, but by whom? He peeked his head above the thick shrubbery he was hiding it to spot a faint outline, no two, in the distance. Judging by the situation, whoever was calling out to him had a pokémon who had a strong sense of smell. It was the only way Indigo could have been detected. Poochyena? Houndour? Or perhaps it could see in the dark, or was had someone seen him enter the brush somehow? There were many possibilities. Indigo tapped the pokéball on his leather belt, faint clicks sounding in beat. No, not yet. There were chances that this was another rebel sympathizer, or someone neutral in the war. To give Indigo the chance to reveal himself before attacking seemed too clever for a Regime scout. Maybe they were testing the waters and hadn't actually seen him, no, that was unlikely. Indigo had been roused, what was the right response?

After a time, Indigo stood from the bush he was hiding in, avoiding any faint beams of light coming through the canopy above. He gripped his pokéball with one hand, the other hanging loosely beside of him. It was enough to hide the technology without seeming suspicious. His shoes crunched leaves underfoot as he hurdled a final branch within the entanglement. His feet pointed directly forward, shoulders poised, torso slightly turned away. Indigo stopped just before one of the sources of moonlight, giving his body a faint white outline in the perspective of onlookers. He adjusted his black lenses and scratched his noise, flicking a splinter from the bridge. Indigo coughed. More silence, more crickets. Suddenly, there was a breach in the contract of quiet. [color=2e3192]"Who are you? It makes a man wary to suggest anyone might get hurt"[/color] Indigo said. He voluntarily failed to introduce himself in the meantime, sizing up the situation instead.