Variance takes a moment to work out anything that might've been dislocated during his little spell of inactivity. He honestly didn't wish to go back to base at the moment, mostly because he'd both use up another scroll and have to sit and wait until he had the chance to report.

The moon lingers above Variance again, lowering to the horizon as predictably as ever. Almost morning... Well, if he was going to base, at least he wasn't going to suffer being blinded before the sun pervaded the previous domain of the night.

[ Maverick Hunters Headquarters ]

Variance shuts his eyes heavily, cursing the sun's apparent love of making most of his plans go awry as such. He places his polearm against the wall, easily in reach with the confining surroundings.

You say 'Hello? Anyone? General Signas, sir?'

Variance waits for a moment unexpectantly, then sighs as nothing replies. Typical. A short walk to the only accessible desk and a brief treasure hunt in the disorganized forms gains him a Patrol Report Form, which he goes back to the wall with along with a generic, undecorated ballpoint pen.

A matching narrative rings dully around the room, accompanying the nearly-inaudible sound of pen on paper as Variance moves it about as instructed.

You say 'January Second, Twelve PM... Area patrolled, Loftarasa Mountains to Northern Truce. Patrol lasted approximately four hours, nothing out of place to report. No Maverick sightings, no other attacks of any sort.'

Variance stops abruptly, looking blankly out to the wall across from him. This would be the fifth consecutive report with nothing to consider...

You say '...It's too quiet.'

The form lands on the section of the desk where most of the untidied, completed forms seemed to congregate, and Variance goes back to leaning against the wall. Why wasn't anything happening?

Variance looks out to the four walls, floor and ceiling surrounding him, noting the severe lack of tracking equipment. Maybe there -were- things happening, but they just couldn't see them?

Then again, Signas had some way of telling when major things were occurring, unless that incident at Hinata was a prank, as Variance suspected. Where -was- Signas, anyway?

You say 'General Signas~!'

...Well, it was worth a shot, at the very least. Variance sighs again, taking spear in hand. The report's done, he's free to leave at any time, but yet he stays, waiting for some sign of activity from whatever secret room the General was hiding in.

Variance would rather like to wait in a room of his own, or at least have something to wait on other than the wall or floor. He had a suspicion nothing was coming, but he's less than wanting to go on -another- useless outing.

Variance mutters to himself, though with what little company he has, he couldn't tell if anyone could hear him or not. "Useless... It shouldn't be useless, there should be -something- to go after!"

You say 'It's just too inactive here. I know there are Mavericks around, and there needs to be something protecting the peoples of Truce, but...'

Variance sighs and slumps down to the floor, holding his head in a hand. "I don't know what to think anymore."

Variance closes the vessel, his thoughts turning to his surroundings again. The fountain in the center of Truce isn't far off, true, but surely there should be a source of water here in case of an emergency of some sort.

A thought strikes him, and Variance checks his on-hand monetary reserves. Perhaps... he could call someone in to furnish the base a bit?

Variance has much more than what's on him in the bank, but without Signas readily available to contact about it, he's not sure just -doing- it would be a good idea. Sometimes organization -really- irked him.

Variance props himself up to standing with his spear, looking towards the strangely one-way door. He had a duty to do, and doing it would at least keep his mind off of much of everything else, at least he hoped so.

You say 'Back to the motions...'