At this point, it would take quite a lot for Oracle's visions to get to Tristan. Especially given current events, the part that bugged him the most was the void. It was a mixture of annoyance and jealousy that someone would have an Espeon (presumably) so well-trained to perform the feat.

He wasn't about to let this Ms. Shade have the better Espeon, too.

Even the vision Oracle suffered once they were ready to head to Rustboro didn't shake Tristan as much as the episode itself. He allowed Veritas and Ether to tend to her while he walked around for a bit, just taking in what he could from the area. Actually looking at it all, it seemed like it was worse than Mauville; all these people crammed together just trying to get by while they tried to figure out what to do with what remained of their lives and livelihoods. It was certainly not quite uplifting.

Once Tristan was alerted that Oracle had recovered and was alright he turned on the balls of his feet to make it back to them. Oracle seemed better, sure, but still seemed fatigued. He'd offer his condolences subconsciously, returning both her and Veritas to their pokeballs. 

[color=8882be]"I'm not worried..."[/color] Ether asserted. His voice a smooth tenor in Tristan's mind. The trainer was not so convinced, but didn't argue the point. This wasn't the time for that. Time was of the essence, and they all needed to focus to accomplish the goal.

[color=a187be]"Ready?"[/color]

[color=8882be]"Let's go."[/color]

Tristan's hand rested on Ether's head and the pair disppeared.

Teleporting was just as normal as walking to Tristan at this point. The pair had teleported all over Hoenn over the course of their lives. Sure, longer trips, like this one, made him a little dizzy, but it would have to be a trans-regional destination to give him the spins like he used to. Ether shook himself off after the teleport, as he usually did. A sort of habit, and his way of becoming acclimated to the new location.

That location being a block away from the Rustboro Wharf. After all, he wasn't so foolish as to bring his trainer right in front of the gate. Tristan would take a moment to get his bearings and determine if they were noticed at all. On instinct, he reached for Oracle's pokeball, making the motion to throw it up, but didn't release it from his hand. He remembered at the last moment that Oracle wasn't quite in the condition to do reconnaissance. He'd have to do this the hard way.

No words were spoken, nor any signals given. That would be much too obvious.

[color=8882be]"Conceal?"[/color]

[color=a187be]"Yeah."[/color]

[color=8882be]"I don't sense anyone."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Let's go."[/color]

The pair started walking forward. Ether's cracked gem glowed dim as he disappeared the pair of them from psychic detection. It would look nothing more than a casual stroll for the pair as they made their way to the entrance of the Wharf. It seemed rather quiet, though he couldn't remember the last time he was in this part of town, so couldn't really compare it to anything.

The two would stop at the gates, just looking at them. But, of course, much more was going on.

[color=a187be]"How much of the inside do you think you can map from here?"[/color]

[color=8882be]"Not much. Enough to get us inside undetected."[/color]

[color=a187be]"We'll have to move quick once we get in, then."[/color]

[color=8882be]"And we shouldn't let the team out. Too much potential for getting caught."[/color]

[color=a187be]"I wish Oracle was better."[/color]

[color=8882be]"You know she'd happily..."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Of course she would. That's why I won't let her."[/color]

[color=8882be]"Someone's coming..."[/color] Tristan looked at Ether when he relayed that. He wouldn't turn around to look - that would be unbecoming. He'd just wait for Ether to try and discern who it was, if he could.

[color=8882be]"Forrest Johnson."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Fucking great. This'll be interesting."[/color] Tristan let out an audible grown while rolling his eyes.

[color=8882be]"Doesn't Forrest have a Masquerain?"[/color]

At that, Tristan froze - a shiver ran up his whole body and his heart pounded in his chest. Time stood still for a moment before...

[color=8882be]"It doesn't feel like rain..."[/color]

Tristan couldn't help but look up to confirm. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he finally took in the clear, sunny skies for as far as he could see. The few clouds lazily drifty overhead were far from threatening any sort of rain today.

Wanting to keep his reputation intact, neither he nor Ether turned when the hulking man approached. Instead, he waited for Forrest to say the first word before turning around as impassive as he could muster. Forrest, easily a full head taller than Tristan, required the elder to crane his neck a bit to make proper eye contact with the younger.

He'd let Forrest speak the entirety of his question before responding. He wasn't quite in the mood to try to talk over Forrest's booming voice. [color=a187be]"All I know is that someone I'm looking for is supposed to have been here at some point."[/color] Staying as aloof as he usually did while on a mission, he wasn't about to give away what he knew first.

He knew better. Even with the former Champion, and otherwise a man he fully respected. Sure, Forrest got on Tristan's nerves, but that didn't take much. If nothing else, Tristan wasn't a particularly proud individual. He would gladly take the help. Gladly inwardly, at least. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

[color=a187be]"So, I'm just looking for clues."[/color] He paused for a moment, gazing longingly beyond the great gate and into the Wharf. [color=a187be]"Just need to figure out how to go about doing so without drawing too much attention."[/color] Then he looked pointedly at Forrest. [color=a187be]"Or without making too much of a mess."[/color] With that he'd flash a quick smirk.