Retry, Reroll, Resignation

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Now this had been a disappointment. But William refused to give up. He wasn't going to let such a stupid slab of stone torment him any longer.
Yet once more he was floating through the woods of the Fallen Leaf Copse in the search for foilage.
It couldn't be too difficult to find a few leaves in a forest after all, now could it? Definitely not.
And that was why the Gengar's ghastly eyes kept scanning the area, floating along the ground and through the treetops.
What had given the leaves this unusual coloration anyway?
There didn't seem to be anything different about them other than the colour. And it couldn't have been anything in the ground, there were too few of them for that.
This was going to be a long day...

(E=65-11=54)

Ramira nodded. Objection accomplished: Annoy her acquaintance once. She was going to stop now, of course, because she didn't need William ditching her because she was being utterly irritating. This was just how the Zorua was, and that was how she would stay. Shaking her head, she walked back next to William. Now she felt a little bad that she had annoyed him, but it had already happened, and nothing could change that.

William just sighed at the lack of a verbal response, before turning in a random direction and beginning to wander in this direction. After all everywhere was looking pretty much the same here so one direction was just as good as the other. It all looked so monotonous here that William was almost tempted to bring a bucket of paint the next time he arrived in this place just to make some places look different from others. But knowing the nature of these Mystery Dungeons all of that would likely have disappeared the next time anyone would enter them already.
These Dungeons were one annoying thing for sure.

Savato carried out 5 launched of one Fallen Leaf Copse :

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(E=52+1=53)

Ramira trotted along beside William, knowing he was annoyed but she wanted to cheer him up. "Is there any specific goal you have while you're exploring?" She asked him. The shiny Zorua really wanted to know so she could help him. It really hurt her, mentally, that he looked so annoyed, depressed, and frustrated. Sighing, she waited for an answer to her question, trotting along in silence.

[21 + 1 = 22]

"Long story short, there is a shrine with a riddle somewhere in this forest. Been there once already, failed to solve the riddle. Now I am looking for the reagents of which I do believe that they are neccessary for the solution. Unsuccessfully for quite the long time now."
As anyone who had watched William's expeditions in this area for the last few days would know, he had all reason to be annoyed. This place had made him endure so much repetitve boredom and battling without offering anything useful in return. There probably wasn't a single Pokémon who would voluntarily go through what this place had made William do. If he had the means to, the Ghost type would probably have taken the shrine apart already.

(E=53-1=52) STAMINA BAND!

"I see. I can help you, so maybe we might succeed in a fruitful search." Ramira told him sympathetically. She knew how it felt to have been searching for something for so long, and to find nothing continuously. Shaking her head, the dark type sighed. Just then, a Phantump came flying out of nowhere and startled the shiny Zorua. On impulse, Ramira used Pursuit on it, having been startled into attacking.

William shrugged. "To be honest I doubt it. I have been searching for eternities already.", the Ghost type sighed.
"You wouldn't believe how much my head hurts already. Being used to live in much, much darker places doesn't help it either."
Indeed William would have much preferred to look for discoloured rocks in a cave or something of a similar nature. In caves it was nice and dark and one could easily avoid battles by disappearing into the walls. Here he was forced to endure mind-numbing brightness and hordes of feral Pokémon behind every tree.
Speaking of which a Phantump seemed to have made the descision of attacking the two. A stange descision considering both of them held a type advantage over it. In any case William launched a Shadow Ball at it.

Ramira's attack had hit long before William had launched the Shadow Ball. Leaping out of the way, the Zorua waited for the Shadow Ball to hit before joining in herself with Dark Pulse. The Phantump didn't seem very happy when both attacks that had hit it damaged it greatly. Glaring at Ramira, the Phantump charged. Since it was so focused on hitting Ramira, the dark type was able to side-step the charge with no problem. The feral thought she wouldn't move. Leaping into the air, Ramira tricked the Phantump by making herself look different (a Lucario) in mid-air, and jumped down, landing nimbly on her feet. Indeed the Phantump was confused, because it started looking around to see where the dark type had gone. The Zorua finished off the ghost and grass type with Pursuit, after making herself look normal again, and the illusion receded.

Seeing the Ghost type defeated, the Gengar breathed a small sigh of relief. Yet another Pokémon defeated. How many more were there left to come? Too many - that much was certain.
But he had come so far already. The Ghost type wasn't going to let these last steps of collecting leaves and defeating feral Pokémon after feral Pokémon stop him from at least getting something out of the whole ordeal.
And afterwards he would never ever return to this place again. Well, maybe he would suggest tearing it down for the construction of a new city. But first this riddle had to be solved and for that leaves had to be found. Where could they be?

Ramira felt relieved that the Phantump was gone and they could keep moving. The Zorua wanted to fight as little as possible, so they could find what William was looking for faster. Every time she looked at a tree, the dark type felt like the whole place was just a waste of repetitive colors. Dungeons weren
't supposed to be eye-searing, they were supposed to be exciting and new and different every time. This dungeon was the opposite of all that. Shaking her head, Ramira sighed and kept walking.

MoonDust carried out 8 launched of one Fallen Leaf Copse :

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The other Pokémon seemed to agree with the Ghost type going by the expression on her face. It truly was a dreary dungeon and one the Ghost type hoped to escape as quickly as possible.
There really was nothing to do here but look for leaves and battle the feral Pokémon. Why did those Pokémon decide to stay here anyway? It had to be some sort of species-related thing most likely. But then again Phantump were Ghost types as well. Shouldn't they think similarly about places as bright as this one then? But since William couldn't just go and ask one of them they would likely never know.


(MoonDust was not aware of the rule limiting the rolls in Fallen Leaf Copse. We will be ignoring the last three rolls.)

[E=6]
Ramira saw a Teddiursa, Phantump, Silcoon, and Wurmple, emerge from a patch of bushes. "Oh, great. Just what we need.... more battles." The Zorua said aloud, showing the ferals she was annoyed. None of them looked ashamed. Using Dark Pulse on all of them because she felt tired and lazy, Ramira sighed. Battling was such a pain sometimes.

William meanwhile was too annoyed to even try formulating a response, instead aimlessly barraging the group with a mixture of Shadow Balls and Focus Blasts.
He did not even care about watching type effectiveness anymore. He only saw the foes and the need to get them out of the way. Some of the attacks had to hit something they would deal damage to and maybe the Pokémon would just flee. Either way they would be able to continue their exploration afterwards. And if neither case would happen then they could try fleeing themselves. Which one would happen was not important as long as the battle would end.

During the battle, Ramira saw a light box. Picking it up, she put up her hood and put it in there. That was literally the closest thing the dark type had for a bag at the moment. Sighing, the Zorua continued to launch a barrage of Dark Pulses and Pursuits. Honestly, she didn't want to get up close and personal by using Scratch, so Ramira felt like she really didn't have a choice.

As he glanced in the direction of the Zorua William was able to witness her picking up an item. He would have protested against her careless action in the middle of battle, but did not want to sacrifice his own concentration to admonish her for doing so.
Still - there would be more than enough time to collect items after the battle would have been won, so why did she feel the need to do so now? Was she afraid that the box would destroy itself if not picked up on time? Was she afraid of fighting? No, that couldn't have been it, considering how careless she had acted before. So what was it then?

Giving William an apologetic look, Ramira used Dark Pulse one last time, and after the duo's attacks had deceased, all the ferals had gone down. The Zorua guessed the barrage of attacks was too much for them. Shaking her head and smirking, she muttered an indiscernible remark under her breath about how stupid those 'mon had been to attack them. Looking at William Ramira spoke. "Come on, let's get going." She said. "We don't need to be tracked by even more enemies."