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?


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Her focus switching back to her world suddenly, she realized her spacing was over and looked back up at the Gengar walking in front of her. She continuously began to lower until she sunk into the ground and popped out in a tree, feeling it from its roots to its branches to feel whether it had any growths worth taking for ingredients. Most of the trees barely had any leaves on them anymore, and few signs that the trees segmented themselves or sent out a root to grow a connected offspring. This forest was seemingly useless. The foliage was interestingly colored, sure, but would it have any use in her shop? Maybe she should just give up on finding ingredients and require them to be brought by customers. Miss T wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.

While the Ghost type noticed the Misdreavus performing rather strange actions, he decided to simply ignore it. He'd been having enough trouble in this place already and would much rather not concern himself with anything further. He was wondering whether the Misdreavus was as annoyed of this place as he was however. Probably. As a Ghost type she too would likely prefer darker places and thus be annoyed by the colourful brightness present here.
The Gengar would probably be leaving soon. Maybe it took a while for new leaves to be formed? In any case he had exhausted his energy reserves almost completely, making it more and more dangerous and annoying to stay here with every passing minute.

Although it was obvious that Miss T would much prefer to be alone, she would even prefer to be traveling with an outlaw than this dull, rude ghost. She didn't want to seem like a bad Pokemon, but she was easily annoyed by other's personalities. The Misdreavus began to feel guilty about how she reacted to him, but he did respond with invigorating doubt. She grew flustered again as she relived the moment when he first claimed she wouldn't be able to solve the puzzle. If their first meeting had gone better, or maybe the Gengar was a little more relateable, Gina would be able to get along with him. She hated having to hate others, but it was just so easy to see all the faults in others. In herself? Most of the time, she felt as if she were perfect until someone pointed out her flaws.

There weren't many beings William would have wanted to travel with less than with this Misdreavus. It seemed that all she was capable of doing was boasting of her own intellect, completely deriding anything anyone else - or William at least could do.
Either this Pokémon was much nicer to others, did not need any social interaction at all or had found someone equally strange to talk to as it was completely incomprehensible for the Poison type as for how she could ever make friends.
William was beginning to wonder whether things could have turned out differently would the initial meeting have taken a different path. But going by what he had seen that was unlikely.

With continued unhappiness and curiosity, Miss T looked beyond the semi-transparent ghost before her to spot a large, fallen tree that had created a clearing. Surely, such a thing couldn't have happened without some sort of cause. Genevieve highly doubted that it even could've been caused by a storm, but perhaps by a strong or massive Pokemon. Whether such a Pokemon was native to the specific forest, or was an intruding temperamental other, only pure brute strength could've knocked it over.
Splintering wood jutted upwards from where the top with branches split from the trunk, and the tree as a whole was somewhat hollow and old. Even though it clearly aged quite a bit, it seemed weak and dry. Some sort of weed must've been in the area--perfect for an ingredient.

With an odd curiosity the Ghost type watched the Ghost type float over to what appeared to be a fallen tree. What was so special about it? Trees fell over all the time and it really wasn't anything worth investigating. Maybe the Ghost type had spotted some rare mold that had weakened the tree enough to be knocked over the Ghost type thought. The Ghost type then turned his attention away from the Ghost type and instead gazed upon the forest again. It felt like an eternity had passed since the Ghost type first entered the forest and another eternity since the Ghost type had met the Ghost type. Hopefully the Ghost type and the Ghost type would find an exit soon as the Ghost type really didn't have much of a reason to stay here much longer, despite the Ghost type's search for reagents.

The Ghost-type took a long stare at it. Dried. Useless. How could it take up and steal the nutrients from another and then simply die? She looked up from the moss and swished as she turned quickly to look another direction. A whole stream of knocked over trees created a rough path through the forest. Something smashed through all these trees, and why? Did the insanity get to it or them, too? These trees seemed to keep going until the exit. It would probably disappear when the dungeon would "reset", which was still very confusing, even to the know-it-all. Either way, they found a long yet straight path out of that wretched place.

It certainly was a strange natural phenomenon that had occurred here. Due to structual weakness of just one tree a whole line of them had toppled over, now lying on the ground to rot.
William believed for this to be a good metaphor for society in itself.
But this was not the time to focus on such philosophical things. This was the time to get oneself out of this place and that pronto. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long for them to get out of here as the Ghost type was seriously tired by now. Not only had there been a lot of fighting, but this place also was so annoying and repetitively bright that it felt as if it was draining the energy from his body somehow.

From the start, the two Ghost-types could've easily flown right through all the trees and to the exit, or even could've hovered right up and over the island and lake. Yet, the two waited until there was a clear exit before bothering to leave. If the Misdreavus hadn't promised to stop talking, she could've suggested leaving in such a fashion, but the more ideas she came up with, the more annoyed he grew with her. Such a behavior fed Miss T's own anger, and the reasoning behind her attitude towards everyone. Her assumptions of Ghosts being superior mist either be extremely correct or totally incorrect; the Gengar's independence proved intellect, but she was incorrect to trust any Ghost she met. Her raising in a ghost type town naturally made her a typist, that of which she didn't have control over. Maybe all this time spent around dumber Pokemon made her believe she was smart, but that was only because she never met someone to match her intelligence.

Since the Misdreavus wasn't saying anything the Gengar didn't believe for there to be any need to raise his voice either. Instead he simply kept on wandering forward, hoping to find an exit soon.
Obviously he could just levitate away from here, but considering that he had the Misdreavus with him it would be rather impolite to just leave without her. It did seem as if she had the same ability, but since she hadn't yet tried to leave in the same way herself, the Gengar believed that she simply had another ability and was only capable of levitating at this exact height. He couldn't be expected to remember all possible abilities for all possible Pokémon species after all, now could he?

Miss T grew dull and lazy enough to simply levitate through any obstacle again, moving in a straight line to the exit. Her mind swarmed with random thoughts. She wondered if there was any way to amplify her powers, maybe be able to sense an entire dungeon at once to feel the items and exits and Pokemon. What if she could do such things when she evolved? All her facts were to just cover up that really, she may know about the world, but she knew noting about herself, which she hasn't even found through meditation. If a Dusk stone were to just pop in front of her, she would take that chance, even take it in vain of her powers. Did anything really matter? Life and afterlife seemed to just have no point, so what would that make her?

Why were they even still here anyway? This place looked exactly the same whereever one went so it was to be doubted that any special and rare potion ingredients could be discovered here as if that would be the case, then they would have stumbled upon them already a long time ago.
This entire dungeon seemed to be one giant exercise in futility. And yet there had been so many wasted hours, so much spent energy. And what had been reached? Absolutely nothing.
If only the Ghost type had never ventured into this area in the first place.
At least he would now be able to warn others that there would be nothing of value to be found here. Then again knowing the Pokémon of this time they'd be more likely to specifically seek out this place after a comment of this sort...

Miss T didn't think anything more, didn't say anything, didn't even look back. She simply hovered out of the dungeon without any sign she was saying goodbye. Surely the Gengar wouldn't care, maybe he wouldn't even notice. To him, she must've just been a drag. Trying to be perfect, but unable to achieve anything, not even able to show her abilities at solving. She seriously could not wait to leave, and now she learned that she should get others to do the dungeon work for her. Now it was time to go back to town.

Well, apparently the Misdreavus was indeed capable of flight.
The Ghost type simply shrugged. Why hadn't she just floated out of here sooner then?
But it was none of his business. With noone left he had to protect, the Gengar himself easily ascended above the treetops, trying to spot the guild of Grassveil Town in the distance.
At least he wouldn't have to walk back, the view wasn't bad and due to his aerial movement he would likely not have to face too many battles on his way home. This adventure was over. Finally it was over and he would hopefully never have to return to this place again.