One Discovery leads to Another

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While Sosio and her bug-type companion were exploring Pricklemist, they had accidentally discovered this amazing new place, and all because Sosio fell into a pit trap. The discovery of the amazing Perfect Apples brought them back to town to share the news, but when they described the dungeon, everyone looked confused. That's when they found out it was an undiscovered dungeon, and not only that, but there was TREASURE within.

The two odd friends now returned in search of a new adventure and discoveries. Sosio was filled with pure enthusiasm. Not only was she the one who discovered it, but it was the ideal setting for a bird like herself to love. She might even consider making it her home, but for now, they had to focus on finding clues and battling their fights, and who knows what could lie ahead.

Sosio's Energy Level:

Things were not looking well for the Flying type it seemed.
It was a difficult battle for the Ghost type already, facing two enemies at the same time, but the little bird seemed to be in dire need of help, so William would have to stop fighting the two Ghost types for a moment and help out the Normal type.
Concentrating, the Poison type tried to make use of this new attack he had learned recently. It somehow channeled something like - not positive energy, but something similar. It was like the antithesis to a Shadow Ball.
And after a few moments a sphere did indeed appear in front of the Gengar. It was a bit wobbly, but it had worked it seemed. And thus a Focus Blast was launched at the Sawsbuck.

Startled after such a sudden and unexpected attack, Sosio whipped around with a gaping beak instinctively to see what happened. Thankfully, her ghost acquaintance had come to help her, blasting a huge white energy beam, powerful enough to knock out the rampaging deer.

Sosio now faced the two ghost-type enemies. She pondered about why her attacks did nothing earlier. Maybe she couldn't inflict any damage at all. She decided to try peck anyway, which actually seemed to deal a lot of damage. Gaining back her confidence on fighting the once-immune haunted tree Pokemon, she had her mind set on using only pecks here, now that she learned immunity was possible.

"Normal type attacks are useless!", the Gengar warned the Flying type, being all too familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of the Ghost type. Luckily the Fletchling was in an advantageous position here. It's Flying type was rather effective against their opponents' Grass typing, while its Normal type allowed it complete immunity against their Ghost type attacks. William sadly wasn't quite as lucky, being quite vulnerable against attacks of his own type.
Seeing how the Flying type was taking care of one of the Phantump, William decided to focus on the other one, hoping for his Shadow Ball attack to be sufficient to deal with it.

Well that explains it... Sosio finally realized. Normal attacks didn't affect ghosts. Now that she knew, she wouldn't make the same mistake. It wasn't very often that the Fletchling would even see a ghost, much less talk or battle with one.

Sticking with the only battle plan that would inflict damage, the bird incessantly hit the haunted tree with her beak. Eventually, but not too long after, it was down and unmoving. The other one was also hit until it was knocked out. She felt like she was in Shadowhue Forest again, until the colors of the trees and dead leaves all came back now that her attention wasn't fully on battle. Her calm heart rate–for a bird, anyway–returned, even though she knew the dungeon battle wasn't over. There was always more.

Sosio's Energy Level:

It certainly was strange. Why was it useless to strike at a Ghost type with one's fist while attacks with wings or beaks usually were unaffected? Not even William could explain this phenomenon.
At least the enemies seemed to be defeated for the time being. Hopefully this would mean that the duo would be spared from having to do any further combat now.
But knowing the nature of these Mystery Dungeons, this was only the beginning.
Maybe they could avoid having to fight the next group of feral Pokémon however. Fighting certainly was more exhausting than hiding and dodging, and one's energy had to be conserved in a dangerous place like this. Now obviously both Pokémon would be able to simply fly away, but there still was treasure to be found.

Sosio turned to the hooded Gengar. Then she spread her wings, turned around and ran, her outstretched wings parallel to the ground. Her feet sliced through hair in the running motion only seconds at a time. She angled her wings less parallel now, and a little upwards, which gave her some more lift, and in the peak of a near-ground glide, she flapped her wings back to their original position, using her tail feathers to steer back to where the ghost was.

This was her only way to fly anymore, really, having to use lift to get her off the ground rather than simply flapping. The full glides didn't usually last very long, either, and she could only elevate so much. She steered around, circling him halfway and facing into what little wind there was in that forest, angling her wings upwards again to elevate her enough to increase her glide time. After about a half a minute, however, her broken wing gave out and caused her to land. Her normal wing curled beside her side as usual, while the broken one dragged on the ground. The bird preened it, and now it layed clumsily on her side, a few feathers still sticking out and showing which wing was the broken one.

E=9

"Uh...what are you doing?", the Gengar asked, quite unsure what the Flying type had been trying to accomplish with this action.
"I suggest not doing things like these in a dungeon. They might catch some unwanted attention. Right now it'd probably be better for us to lay low and try not to be seen."
Just what exactly was up with this Pokémon? She had been acting strangely ever since they had met. But she had proven to be a competent fighter, so it most likely was not due to a confusion ailment. Still, what was the Pokémon's reasoning for these actions, seemingly without purpose?

"I can't fly any other way..." she explained sadly. "I was trying to get higher ground so I could observe and use up less energy that I would've when walking..."

Her wing had been broken for a while now, so she had time to develop solutions to the lack of flight. Wrapping it healed it enough for her to move it a little, even though it definitely hurt, but her hollow bones had not fully restored, as well as the torn muscles around it.

Leaves continuously and endlessly fell around, and as chances continues, the small possibility of one leaf landing on a particular coordinate finally happened. A leaf landed on Sosio's head.

E=9

"If that's the case then you shouldn't strain yourself that much.", the Gengar replied, a concerned tone in his voice.
"If you want to know what's going on around us, you could have asked. I can levitate too after all."
Just what was up with this Pokémon? She definitely had to have seen him float in the battle before, so why hadn't she simply asked him to scout? Hopefully it wasn't something like personal pride again. Having met Sova the Eevee, the Gengar was all too familiar with that and especially with the problematic situation such a pride could get one into.

"I know... I'm sorry..." She sighed wistfully. "I honestly just miss the ability to fly..."

Sosio had always used flight whenever possible. She worked up her once small wing muscles-only big enough to carry a small bird like her a few tail lengths at a time-enough for them to be used even longer and fly long distances. This was one of her preparations for evolution, which was taking longer to occur than expected. This adventuring thing really wasn't the piece of cake she thought it would be. She hadn't traveled very far, not even half the distance she needed to to reach the Floating Islands, and already she'd been majorly injured, become overly exhausted, and nearly fainted a few times. Evolution was her only hope for increase in strength.

"There's no need to apologize now, is there?", the Gengar asked.
"But if you're this injured then maybe you should try staying in a tiown and letting your wing heal instead of exploring dungeons in which you could get hurt further. Maybe we should try and get you to a professional?"
Just why did William have to keep running into the type of Pokémon who kept on recklessly endangering their own health for no discernible reason at all?
This was something the Poison type would never understand. Maybe it was more fun to explore than to wait for a wound to heal, but if one were to do the latter, then wouldn't one have much more time to do exploring in the future? Or was there something he was missing?

"I suppose so... But there aren't any around, so that's a no."
She had tried as much as possible. Thankfully, she was slowly healing because of the Oran paste and cast she made earlier, but she wanted to fly so badly.

Imagine having a skill you were born with, like sight even, and then you suddenly lose it? That's what it was like for Sosio and flying, and now she really felt like she took it for granted. Most creatures can't fly, some can't even run or walk, and more often than not, she was being a show-off of the sky. Now she just felt guilty... Of something.

E=9

"Well, but we could try getting you to one anyway now, can't we? Or out of this dungeon at least. If we walk in one direction for long enough, then we should find the way out of here eventually."
Why had the injured Pokémon entered a dungeon in the first place anyway? And if she got injured in here, then why had she been wandering around in the open like this constantly?
To William these actions seemed to be quite counterproductive to getting one's wounds healed.
So why was the bird performing actions like those?
Maybe the Flying type should aim for getting a bit more theoretical and tactical knowledge first before embarking on journeys like those...


(E=41)
Would you object to rolls?

"Out? URGH... Why is it that everybody I come here with just wants to leave?"
She came here to explore. It was exciting enough to discover a dungeon, but to explore it and possibly find treasure? That was a whole other level. Surely this pokemon wanted to find the curious riches too? What if he was just trying to get rid of her so he could have all the goods for himself?

Sosio tried not to look like she was in a childish huff. She wished her giant Venosaur family were here to back her up. Although the size difference to a Gengar wasn't intimidating enough... And the typing didn't really work out too well, either. The Fletchling did her best to cross her wings, but one was immobile, and wings couldn't exactly cross, so she gave up on that.

E=9
No objections :3

William let out a sigh.
"Because you are injured. You could get hurt even worse here, considering how having an injured wing weakens a Pokémon of your species significantly. If you leave now and get your wing healed, then you should be able to explore at your full potential soon again. However if you stay here, then there is a high chance of your condition worsening, it taking a longer time to heal and generally limiting your effectivity."
Why did each and every injured Pokémon William had ever met refuse to simply let their injuries heal?
Was it the adrenaline maybe? But since they weren't in any danger at this point in time, such a thing would be illogical. What was the reason then?

Savato carried out 5 launched of one Fallen Leaf Copse :

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