Logic vs Instincts

Zorre was a simple pokemon at heart. All he wanted out of life was to be the best that he could be, at whatever he was doing at the time. Sure, he had dreams of being a great explorer and maybe, just maybe, being a hero, but they were just that: dreams. He had no idea if they would ever come to fruition... but, somehow, he ended up traveling in the middle of a dungeon with a fire/flying type companion and he was stuck wondering why, as all of his instincts were alive and screaming at him to either attack the bird now, or run like hell, before she could attack him.

It was strange, that only an hour ago HE was the one being ran away from by this same bird, but there was just something about mystery dungeons that awoke his instincts and left him more feral than reasonable. Perhaps it had to do with his upbringing as a feral pokemon IN a mystery dungeon, but he supposed it really didn't matter. What mattered was that his reason and logic won out over these ill-intentioned instincts, as he did not wish to enforce the bird's fear of bug pokemon.

He sighed to himself, making sure to walk a safe distance away from the little bird, so as not to tempt his feral instincts into making a move. He just hoped that, in the midst of battle, he would not lose himself to his instincts and accidentally hurt the bird.

Sosio hopped along, viewing the surrounding of the dungeon she had yet to journey into. For a moment, she almost forgot about her partner because he stepped out of her spectrum, and she continuously looked about. The mist also blocked out a bit of what was ahead. The Fletchling enjoyed how open the field was, and she knew it meant no more bug-types. Well, despite this one, of course. But he, she didn't mind. Pretty soon, she wouldn't have to fear the crawling, buzzing, and flying insects any longer, for she had little a reason to fear. She just has to keep telling herself she's better than that.

Sosio was actually quite imaginative. She could probably imagine her partner as a mew if she really wanted to, but it was her dreams that were most curious. No matter what the instance, she would always think of something really imaginative, and somewhat impossible. All her dreams were far fetched, yet dreamt of as effortless and instant. She always knew never to get her hopes up on something, but kept happening anyway.

So, the youthful Fletchling and Scyther climbed onward, Sosio easy-going with the terrain. She couldn't wait to find out what kinds of items and pokemon she could find here.

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Zorre looked over at his companion. She seemed happier here, much happier than she had been in the rainy town. He wondered what could cause such an abrupt change in the pokemon's attitude. He supposed it didn't really concern him, but it was a little odd.

He looked around at the dungeon they were currently traversing. Mist curled around them, making it hard to see the path ahead of them. He could see enough, though, to know that they were walking along a gradually curving path, one that was slowly traveling up. He supposed that made sense, after all, the dungeon was named 'Pricklemist Hill.' He hoped that they would find something to do soon; as he felt rather bored just walking along with nothing to do. He wasn't really the best conversationalist, after all, what with his speech impediment.

Sosio continued strutting upwards, becoming slower and slower. It was becoming quite confusing here now. There were no obstacles, no pokemon yet, and it seemed at if any items here would just simply roll down the hill. Sosio's tracking skills were useless because there were no rooms. The only thing in particular, besides the slope of course, was that ahead, clearly not the top of the hill, dark pointed objects were visible as silhouettes through the mist. Shivers were sent down the Fketchling's spine.

She crept up slowly, nervous to see what this ominous thing was. Long vines in the shapes of bushes stretched across the side of the hill, curling up into the air over a bare tree and a few more in the distance, depriving the once-living plant of its necessary sunlight and nutreins. The thieving territorial plant took up a lot of the space, sucking up the water from the soil and stealing the little sunlight that might leak through the course fog. It's spines and stems were dark, like shadows, and scary. Possibly even scarier then the last dungeon.

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Zorre found himself looking more at the dungeons terrain as they walked along the faint path that wound up the hill. It was different than most dungeons, and definitely a far cry from the dungeon he had grown up in.

He considered his life as he walked; thinking how far he was away from that simple life he had once led. It was hard to believe that at one point in his life, he had cared for nothing but his own survival and had actually lived in the constantly-changing dungeons. His memories of his childhood were blurred, for the most part. He wasn't very old, true, and it really hadn't been that long since he had been a feral, but it seemed miles away. His mind had changed so much in such a short time. He wondered how it had happened, anyway. It wasn't as if he had met a rescue team or a non-feral pokemon and bonded to them and learned from them... he had simply... awoken one day, feeling a pull deep within himself that told him that he was meant for something more than just a daily struggle for survival.

He stopped in mid-thought, focusing on a shaking bush at the side of the path. This was no time to remember his past! In the middle of a dungeon, where any pokemon could just jump out at him and attack!

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Sosio continued, with the dominant bushes creating a sort of maze, the dungeon feel of the place returning. This must be what is constantly changing. The bush's patterns, in addition to the usual item and pokemon placement. That base of the hill wasn't even the beginning of the actual dungeon, which was based entirely on the prickly bushes scattered about the steep side of the hill. Now the name made sense.

Now the real search began. For items, pokemon even. Anything to help them know where to head in order to advance. Hopefully enough so to make it to the very end.

And so, through these thorny plants they went, the pointed figures seeming almost dead while deadly at the same time. Sosio stared into space, her eyes blurred as if lost in thought, but no thoughts were being kept. She walked and listened to the earth instead of using her sight. It was a natural developing of bird pokemon, and oddly this ability was used to find insects to eat, which clearly this young Fletchling never used. Instead, she used it to navigate through dungeons by listening to the movement of wild pokemon throughout. She would trot and place the side of her head to the ground, then move and repeat. If the sounds were louder, she knew a pokemon was nearby. Often where pokemon are, that's the right way. Sometimes she would wait for the pokemon to pass, and other times she would burst into the area and fight. Right now, she could barely hear anything. She focused her vision back to where she was going. It would be okay if they strayed a little off of the path at first.

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Zorre's eyes narrowed upon spotting the kricketot totter out of the bushes, chirping a little tune to itself. He stepped forward so that the bug would notice him. It looked up at him, eyes widening and filling with fear. It tottered backwards, its chirping pitched higher. Zorre stopped advancing on the pokemon, realizing that the kricketot was nothing but a youngling, perhaps a newly-hatched pokemon. He turned away then; there was no honor in beating a helpless opponent, after all.

That was when the other bug attacked, jumping on his back and flailing, using every method of attack it could think of, struggling desperately to cause him injury. Zorre hissed angrily, swinging around and buzzing his wings, throwing the kricketot to the ground in the process. He growled at the bug, angry at himself for falling for such an obvious trick. He himself had used that trick many a time successfully!

He screeched at the kricketot in a pitch that was too high for any but a fellow bug pokemon to hear. The sound seemed to magnify itself as it rushed towards the kricketot, throwing the bug backwards as it finally got to its feet. The kricketot chirruped in pain, grabbing its head with its tiny, stubby hands. Then it forced itself to its feet and glared at him, rushing at him and trying to bite at him.

Sosio continued onward. Her focus averted when she noticed a small insect, her eyes brightened with a curious surprise. As it tottered away, Sosio looked back to the pathway as if ready to continue, when a rustle came from where Zorre was. The Fletchling flipped around to find a Kricketot attacking him, whom he seemed to be handling fairly well.

Seeing a counter attack the insect was trying to land, Sosio rushed forward, flitting upwards awkwardly with her sprained wings, bouncing of Zorre's head and shooting in feet forward at the bug, tackling and pinning it down. It's hard exoskeleton crunched and its body squished, and Sosio had to look up, flinching and squeezing her eyes shut, stepping off of the insect sorrowfully. She had never squished a bug before, and she never wanted to. She hated seeing it happen, and she knew the guilt always would bother her. Her instincts to save a friend must've suddenly kicked in, overpowering her other instinct to "never hurt a fly."

Then, almost out of nowhere, a Spoink appeared. It bounced in all directions on its curled tail with a splash attack, springing into Sosio, and pushing her to where the Spoink once was. Before the Fletchling had a chance to do anything, the Spoink blasted her with a Psywave eminated from its magical orb. Judging by its level, those might be its only two moves.

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Zorre winced as Sosio crunched the kricketot's exoskeleton, spilling its insides onto the grassy path. It was times like this that reminded him why bug pokemon were afraid of bird pokemon. Sosio turned away, looking slightly sick. A spoink leapt at Sosio, and then it used psywave on her. Zorre looked between the two pokemon, and decided to give Sosio the chance to take on the Spoink on her own. It seemed to be at a low level anyway, surely Sosio could take it on.

Zorre turned back to the bush from which the kricketot had appeared from, and pushed away the branches to see a warp orb and a piece of... brightly colored, wrapped thingy? He put the warp orb in his bag and turned back around, balancing the other thing on his blade. "What be this?" he questioned Sosio, forgetting about the Spoink

Sosio lept back at the Spoink, lunging in for a Quick Attack. She whipped back around, watching the Spoink bounce about. Then she landed a tackle, hopping back. While the Spoink was getting back up, a voice attracted the Fletchling's attention away from the Pokemon to her partner.
"That? Oh, I believe that's called Candy. I don't know what it does..."
She ended kind of short, seeing the Spoink got back up and ran away.

The bird Pokemon returned to the path after Zorre had finished with his items, and she looked around the sharp bushes. The area looked fairly clear, and the ability to advance was open. This was a fairly small dungeon, and would be easy to make it to the end. Sosio hoped deeply that nothing would happen before that time.

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Zorre blinked at the brightly-colored object on his scythe. He wondered what use it could possibly be, but then decided that even if it meant nothing to him, he could probably trade it for something useful at the Grassveil Town or the Guild. So he shrugged and tipped it into his bag, slinging said bag over his shoulder again.

He looked up the hill, then, at the path that lay before them. It seemed like this dungeon could be a small one, but then, one never knew with a dungeon like this. One could wander for hours without finding the right path that led to each new area. He moved forward, determined not to get turned around. Paths were all well and good, but there were often many different paths in a dungeon. He didn't trust that there seemed to be only one path through the dungeon.


(totally forgotten about energy O_O)

Energy: 22 - 10 (entrance) = 12 - 2 (defense scarf) = 10 Energy

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Sosio became greatly intrigued by the brightly colored candy, beginning her search for some. Sosio didn't look for things too hard, for the two had to keep continuing. She peered about at the trees while walking stiffly. She glanced about, making her feel like she was no longer at ease. Her head felt strange, as if everything was getting darker, but she knew it was all in her head. She rubbed her head with her wings and kept moving. She probably just wasn't used to the shine of the mist.

The bushes around them began to close in the more they walked onward, slowly and gradually getting more and more narrow. The Fletchling hoped that this would stop and lead to an advancement point rather than just a dead end. Her feathers began to stand on end, so she smoothed them down quickly with her wings, walking onward. She stroked her Joy Ribbon nervously, occasionally fluffing through her whole body. The skin underneath her feathers grew pale, although it wasn't visible. Everything of fear and worry was going straight to her head.

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Zorre continued on his search for more items, finding another piece of the strange candy, as well as an apple and a white gummi. He put them all into his bag and then stood up again, walking along the path. The path seemed to be getting steeper as they continued, and he hoped that it wouldn't get too steep for Sosio, as she had rather tiny legs and climbing surely wouldn't be easy for her.

Sosio continued up the fairly steep slope. But this hill was nothing compared to the mountain the Fletchling had once climbed. Now she was journeying back to that mountain, and even farther to reach the place of destination. She heard few pokemon actually made it there, and she would probably have to evolve to make it so far.

As the pathway curved upwards, Sosio's feet began to match the angle, scaling the soft hill with her claws implanting themselves into the earth, only to pull out a second later and find a new spot directly in front by the length of as far as her legs could bend. Flight would clearly be much easier, but that was out of the question. Her wings looked twisted from injury, and she rarely flew anymore. Healing would take time, so why wait to continue adventuring?

As they kept getting higher in altitude, the pathway between the thorny shrubs became more and more narrow. Soon, the length of Zorre's outstretched arms would reach the bushes far enough to clip them with his little exoskeletal scythes. But they kept going. Then, a snapping sensation stabbed one of Sosio's grasping legs. The prongy spikes jutted into her scaly feet, wettening from the leaking blood. She looked down immediately with surprise, eyes wide and beak clenched from the pain.

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(If I don't reply right away after you again, it's because I'm really mad right now.... Some idiot(s) are taking selfies of "themselves" only to circle me in the background and post it on Streetchat or whatever....)

As the path up the hill steepened, the bushes grew in number and in size. Their prickly branches stretched onto the path, as if reaching for the two pokemon traveling past them. Zorre turned his head towards Sosio as he heard the loud snapping of branches. She was standing atop a very thorny branch, face scrunched up in pain as she looked down at her feet. Zorre followed her gaze, to see that the bush had cut open her feet, spilling blood onto the thorns. Zorre's eyes widened. He hadn't realized that bird's feet had so much blood in them, thinking their feet to be more like the blunt end of his scythes, as in just bones and some sinew and skin over top of the bone. He crossed over to Sosio. "OK, are you?" he questioned in concern.

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