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"Ahah."[break][break]

A large pawprint made itself faintly visible in the brownish dirt nearby the main dig site. Viridian eyes ran across the imprint like a machine, taking in images and churning out rough measurements in the back of the investigator's mind. With a long and satisfied sigh, he rises from his kneeling position, quickly dusting the dirt off his leather long coat and turning his gaze to the evening sky. With a tired hand Tobias removes his other glove, wiping down the sweat and dirt that had settled on his forehead over the course of the past few hours. [break][break]

He then snaps his fingers. "Slick, camera."[break][break]

Suddenly, a nearby bush rustles intensely. A small and stout Croagunk - the astute and talented Slick - lazily waddles out from the shrubbery, dragging a smaller grey polaroid camera behind itself. A drawn-out sigh (crossed with a weird rumbling croak) escapes its maw once it spots it's intended target, jostling the camera in front of itself with a webbed hand and softly bopping the topmost button (it had bright red tape on it) with the other. [break][break]

Button pressed. Whirr. Out comes a picture. Slick deftly snatches the article and offers it up to Looker. Croooaak.[break][break]

He really was getting better at it. Toby softly grins, kneeling down and retrieving the picture in exchange for a pat on the Croagunk's lavender head.
A long day of busywork seemed to pay off in the end, though Toby questioned if it was worth the hours upon hours of mucking about in this dig site. Surprisingly, despite the warnings his clients gave him, there weren't as many wild pokemon out and about at this time of the day - not that anyone's complaining, as it's one less headache to deal with during such a precise investigation process. It wouldn't have hurt to give Slick some more combat practice though - the lazy Croagunk could use a little elbow grease when he isn't being spooked to death by Carstein and Jack.[break][break]

Tobias frowns at the thought. When was the last time I trained the three of them? His thought process is promptly cut short by a set of footfalls approaching up the path, turning his unfocused gaze towards the noise; a faint silhouette of a man, barely illuminated by Chandelure that hovered ominously by his side. Almost immediately, Slick scrambles to Looker's side, rolling between the investigator's legs and warily puffing out its venomous cheeks with a warning croak.[break][break]

Toby rolls his eyes. "At ease, officer Slick," he said before softly bapping the frog on the head with his foot, which pacified it almost instantly. He turned his attention towards the stranger, digging his hands into his coat pockets as he steps over the scattered dig site's remains to approach him.[break][break]

"That I am. You'll have to forgive my 'associate' here, we weren't expecting any visitors at this time," Toby mused calmly, reaching his into his coat and withdrawing a small card-like object - it looks like it doubles as a license and business card. "Toby Looker, PI. Some of your colleagues in the rangers stepped into my office the other day with news of unsanctioned mining going on in Meteor Falls."[break][break]

"... I'll assume you weren't expecting them to hire a PI for that. I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting it either."

[attr="class","skullinfo"]Orion Lykos