Anger, Annoyance, Arboreum

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If he wouldn't be sure that it would attract even more enemies, William would have screamed to the heavens.
Yet another time did he have to visit this place of which he had hoped never to have to see it again.
How much more annoying could this shrine possibly get? But there was no doubt that the riddle on it was referring to the leaves they had already discovered in this area. And that meant that he would just have to keep on searching for more of these annoying things. Couldn't he just go buy a pot of paint and colour some of the leaves? No, for some reason these mystical things always could tell the difference. How did they build them to do that anyway and why didn't that technology survive into the modern age?


(E=65-11=54)

The other ghost seemed to be confused as to why the Misdreavus was looking at him. She shook her head and turned away. This was one of those instances where she had to talk.
"Ah, nothing... Just seeing you weren't one of them..." she spoke in a sort of mystic melodic voice, avoiding eye contact as she stared upon the ground in search for items that were more useful than the orange gummi she had consumed earlier. It was embarrassing enough that she fainted right away, but using one of the only items she could've cooked with was hard to do. Better than slugging with no energy and the inability to use moves. This weakness was proof enough that she belonged in a shop, not a dungeon.

E=1

"I...not one of them? Not one of who?" the Gengar asked.
"Are you looking for someone? If you mean the Grassveil Guild or Team Yozora, then yes, I am one of them. Otherwise most likely not. So, can I help you with anything?"
This Pokémon surely was a strange one. Quiet for sure. That kind of Pokémon could be rather dangerous. William would have to be careful. Quiet Pokémon often were quiet because they had to be careful not to divulge some important information. Like that they were a wanted outlaw or trying to lead one into a trap for example.

Savato carried out 5 launched of one Fallen Leaf Copse :

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(E=42+1=43)

Miss T snickered and shook her head again. This was a team member, and not a wild Pokemon. The Gengar seemed to be rather curious for a Pokemon of his experience. It took a lot to evolve into the final stage of Gastly. More than Treavus was ever willing to give just to evolve. Fortunately for her, it was as simple as using a stone. If she were to research where to find one, it would be so easy.
"I need help with nothing. Just searching for ingredients for my potions..."
She said simply, a smirk still held, staring at a spot in the ground. The pebbles were bouncing. The female ghost looked up and around blankly, hearing a close-sounding stampede. Genevieve noticed a herd of Sawsbuck run by, obviously being chased by something. Forced out of the herd by a Phantump was a young Deerling. The herd was followed by a gang of Phantump, unknown if they were doing such a thing for hunt or for fun, but now a scared deer was running towards the two other ghosts. It probably thought the Misdreavus and Gengar were with the Phantump, for it attempted a failed Tackle on the closest one, Miss T, and jumped right through her. The Phantump seemed ready to fight for its prey, thinking that the other two ghosts would possibly target it. Here comes another battle...

E=1+1=2

"Potions, huh? Interesting choice of...", was how the Gengar began his sentence, rudely being interrupted by what seemed to be a Deerling tackling straight through the Misdreavus.
When would those Normal types ever learn? Hopefully never as it obviously was better to have an attack deal no damage at all if one was on the recieving end of it.
But still there were feral Pokémon around and they would likely not leave without a bit of convincing.
And thus William turned towards the Pokémon that would be capable of posing the bigger threat to them - the Phantump, concentrating on his negative, darkest thoughts before launching a Shadow Ball at the enemy.

The Phantump seemed to faint immediately after the Gengar used Shadow Ball on it. Miss Treavus immediately became envious of his power and abilities. It was the female's own fault, though, because she refused to ever train, and instead chose to search for and study plants to use when brewing potions for her whole life. She hadn't entered a dungeon, besides the one she had to go through to reach the top where she lived, once in her life until now. No wonder she fainted from a measly single attack.
Even with the grass/ghost type out of the way--the one that proved her 'no wild ghosts in a forest' theory--the Deerling still stood, somewhat uncomfortably as if not knowing what to think of the two ghosts that killed off the one chasing it. It growled defensively, then ran away. The chance it would find its herd again was little, and quite saddening. It could very easily run into another predator along the way, and be doomed without the protection from stronger Pokemon, like its herd.
As Gina only heard the first part of her acquaintance's statement, she was curious as to what he was going to say, but didn't mention anything.
"I'm Miss Treavus, by the way, but you can call me Miss T," she said with a nod, her voice continuously mature. As age didn't quite matter in ghosts, she was unsure which of the two here was eldest. They may be around the same age; the Misdreavus simply never found a Dusk Stone, and never battled before, therefore never leveled up.

E=2

"Name's William.", the Ghost type stated, looking at the unconscious Phantump in front of him.
It was due to Pokémon like this Grass type that his type was so feared by the rest of the world. Did they really not have the willpower to stop scaring Pokémon all the time?
"Member of Team Yozora, Grassveil Guild.", the Poison type then added, hoping not to seem too abrupt. But then again there wasn't much he could say, was there?
If only he would be better with conversations, then there wouldn't be this oppressive silence. Then he could maybe be better at making friends.

Miss Treavus nodded. The name fit him, for some reason. Still, Miss T could have never guessed his name. She was fairly good at such things. She nodded as he stated where he was from.
"I do recall you stating your guild team earlier," she laughed in her eyes, and showed the same smile she did every time the Gengar did something that amused her. This was the first time the smile was directed at him, however. The other times, she did so while shaking her head at the ground.
The guild team he kept referring to, however, caused the Misdreavus to ponder. There were both good and bad teams able to join a guild. Sure, they all did the same jobs, but some were known to use it as a cover for their thievery, or did it only to earn rewards. For which reason the large ghost-type did it for, Miss T admittedly didn't know. He seemed nice enough, but there were many possibilities every way; the past, the future, and the present all depended on each other, and Gina could only see so much.

E=2

William simply shrugged. It occassionally happened to him that he simply forgot which information he had relied to someone else already and what they still were ignorant of. He never saw it as much of a problem as there was no harm in mentioning the same thing twice, was there?
"So, shall we get going? I don't think we want to be here when that guy over there wakes up again.", the Poison type spoke. Even though it would not be difficult in the slightest for them to take care of the defeated Pokémon again, doing so would take energy they did not have to waste and the noise created by the battle could be attracting further foes. And with all the fighting he had done already, William was getting rather weary of combat. Maybe he should just leave?

The pure ghost type hovered and turned to look around as to where to go. Where the Gengar meant, she was unsure of. The last thing she knew, both were looking for items, and now they were leaving? Perhaps it was because the Misdreavus fainted, and now she was a little weakened. Or perhaps he just wanted to get out of the area where it was more likely for wild Pokemon to find the two.
"What destination is it you're thinking about?"

She then took notice of a leaf that stood out above the rest. A purple, much like the two ghosts' colors, and seemed to be the only one in the area.
"Say, look at that alternate-colored foliage, turned purple due to its lack in chlorophyll in comparison to anthocyanin. It's reliability on the small fraction of light that is green must have caused it to fall off its tree easily. I would say a pigmentation like that is quite rare." She gestured with a thrust in her body towards the purple leaf, pulling back to her original spot afterwards and turning to William. It very well could've been what he was looking for, and if so, she wouldn't use it as a possible ingredient to her potions.

"Oh, none in particular I am just wandering the area, searching for...", William began his sentence, a general unwellness already welling up in him as he was reminded of all the time he had spent here already.
"...pretty much exactly what you just pointed out.", he then finished, much to his own surprise.
Finally there it was. Another one of those purple leaves.
"You are right, they are indeed rare. Very, very rare. Or I am extremely unlucky. Either way I believe that this actually is the fault of something less natural as these leaves seem to be connected to the shrine, so it probably doesn't have much to do with this Anzocyanine-thingy."
Had this Pokémon spent all her life studying? Actually...that was a possibility. It would not only explain how she could know something like that, but also why she had done so badly in the fights they had to face. While William knew that knowledge was power, one had to leave the house some time too!

Treavus kept herself from giggling once more at the Gengar's inferiority, from her point of view, and instead chose to ponder about the extra information he provided. The shrine had yet to be written about, so she began to consider writing everything she learned about the dungeon into a book she could share around. She used a sort of telekinesis to pull a pad and pencil to write with, noting the shrine she heard about and its connection to leaves.
"That's the exact kind of thing I take an interest in... Tell me everything you discover at this shrine. When I next get the chance, I would go observe it myself," she explained, still jotting down information, slowly levitating towards the leaf. She returned the two objects to their unknown source and inspected the purple plant part. He should probably take it if he needed it, before it became dried up and useless.

Why was this Pokémon suddenly showing interest in the shrine? Wasn't she here for potions or something? Then what was it she wanted with some shrine? In any case the Ghost type believed that explaining what he knew likely wouldn't hurt.
"Well, it's a piece of stone and there's this thing on it that appears to be some primitive candle. Other than that there's some writing in an ancient language I still haven't quite managed to decipher just yet and some symbol I haven't seen before. It looks all important and ominous though."
Quickly picking up the violet piece of foilage before he would stupidly forget about it, the Ghost type then stretched, his legs and arms quite tired from all the wandering and battling he had done. The fact that he was capable of levitation and still had walked enough for his legs to hurt was proof that he had been in this place for far too long already.

"Very interesting indeed," she spoke while writing down the information some more, and continued explaining. "I read about all sorts of things. Botany, history of Pokemonkind, evolution studies, and so on. However, what has intrigued me the most were those about Mystery Dungeons. Ever-changing, often endless, and filled with treasures and items. There's several explanations to explain them, but none are proven. Many of them that have a random ending, or a different part to them, have something like this shrine you've described to me. Although no one has explored and discovered such a thing in ages, I've read everything on symbols and writing. I guarantee I can decipher it, and if I can't, it's something nobody knows about." As she ended her sentence, she ended her note with a jab of her pencil and put both away again. Now that the Gengar had what he needed, she was sure she would either come with him or depart. 
Miss Treavus never spent any time around other Pokemon, so she never had heard the talk of the shrine. She couldn't wait to read all the books written about it as soon as they were made, and meanwhile in the wait, she could probably go learn everything herself about it. She knew all the ancient writing styles, enough symbols related to meanings that she could understand a bunch of pictures, and how dungeons end to think up all the possibilities to reveal what the shrine was hiding. 

"So you think you can read this writing?", the Ghost type asked.
"Good luck with that then. I think I've been alive during the time that kind of writing was used and even I have trouble deciphering it."
Had the Misdreavus really studied so much that she would be capable of completely understanding the mysterious writing? It was a possibility. Unlikely though it was, the Ghost type was getting so annoyed by the time he had to spend here, that he was willing to consider almost any solution.
And if this other Ghost type was capable of reading the writing, then great.
If not then she would at least learn a valuable lesson in humility.

"Well, then perhaps you've lost your eye for it," she started matter-of-factly. "Either that, or it's written differently so only an assigned buddy or intelligent Pokemon could understand, as if a secret code. There have been many cases where Pokemon have written words backwards, misleading many individuals trying to understand what was written. Some also change or swap letters with different or opposite ones; a style of writing I tend to enjoy." she finished with a quiet, muffled laugh, as her mouth was closed. It was quite funny to watch younger Pokemon, who may understand the alphabet and how to form words at the least, look to her writing and become utterly confused by it. The last time Miss T wrote like that was when she was much younger, however, and with her higher intelligence levels came her invention of her own writing language she used personally to keep secrets or write notes. She would only translate it if she wished to publish it as a book or show someone else. If the writing on the shrine were like any of these cases, the Misdrdavus could sense the clues and decipher it quickly once she caught on to it. She couldn't wait to test her thinking abilities.