Fallen Dreams (open)

Bullwinkle sat on a log pondering his life up to this point. It's been so long since anything happened towards becoming a guild member, he thought to himself, orange, red, and yellow leaves falling around him, Maybe, I would be better suited to a different job, something else to help people with, the areas around Mt. Frostmeer always need help, hardly any guild members go there, Bullwinkle thought, pushing off the log and onto the leaf covered ground, striding forward to his new goals.

(20-11=9 energy)

From his most recent trip to Pecha, Deimos had realised that he'd need a more... Out of the way place for his resting. He didn't particularly have a home nowadays, as of such, he had to take what he could get in regards to where he rested. Even with this being the case, he was relatively picky, he wasn't the type to take a pointless risk.

It wasn't his first time to Fallen Leaf Copse, and from his previous visit, he had come to realize that for the most part, the area of the Copse he had visited was relatively quiet. Having arrived not long ago before the current moment in time, Deimos had lay down next to a large fallen log, taking in the relative silence... Perhaps he'd finally be able to get some undisturbed rest.

The Absol managed to drift off on his own accord when everything was clear... However, his rest wasn't to be peaceful. A nightmare like the last flashed into his mind, the same scene as before... One that he cared for, alone in the mountains. His mind skipped ahead a moment, allowing him to see what he thought was the shadow of some form of entity higher up the mountain, and below... Ramira. The next thing that he saw, was a sudden Rock Slide surging down the mountain's surface all around her. He was able to see several strike her directly, pinning her down, before a final, large boulder landed square into the centre... It was just like before... The past event involving his brother.

Deimos instantly shot awake and scrambled to his feet, looking around to try and check that he was still alone. Once had saw that he was, he let off a sigh and slumped down... It continued on from the previous nightmare... This couldn't mean... She was gone? Could it?

Bullwinkle heard rustling from his left, the leaves moving under somethings feet. He rushed over, peering out from behind a tree, seeing an absol, apparently on guard for one reason or another. I wonder what got him so riled up? Absol's are pretty strong so I don't have a clue on what in this forest could possibly get him like that... The small golem pokemon thought to himself, noticing the tousled fur of the pokemon in front of him. Maybe he was asleep, he continued to think, I wonder if he got startled by something... or maybe he even had a nightmare... I wonder what thats like... dreaming... As golett's don't sleep, they only enter a power saving state, they don't dream and in their power saving state they are still consious and can see through the symbol on their chest, Bullwinkle had never experienced a dream, or anything of the sort.

Bullwinkle turned, seeing his scarf got snagged on a branch. He pulled on the scarf, snapping the branch, releasing the resistance and sending the small construct tumbling out of cover, and into the open.

Sensing an immediate, heavy disturbance in the ground and airflow, he immediately looked towards the direction that Bullwinkle was in... His form wasn't exactly that stealthy in regards to the airflow and the earth after all. Glaring in that direction for a moment, Deimos quickly glanced around to reaffirm his situation... It was just he and the Pokémon.

This led to yet another question... Was it some form of Feral Pokémon that he had not encountered on his last visit to the Copse? Deimos wasn't certain, as of such, he wasn't willing to take the risk... That and he needed time to think about what he had just saw. Turning away to take his leave, he could hear the many numerous types of leaves crunching underneath his feet as he walked away... Life grown and snuffed out so quickly... Just like what he had lost.

Once he had gotten what he believed to be a distance away, he slowed to a stop to determine his situation. He understood that whatever the Nightmare was, it had to have meant something, the similarities were far too great to what he had seen before involving his Brother.

Bullwinkle got up, the Absol was gone from its previous location. I lost him... he thought, looking at the ground where the absol stood previously. Those are footprints in the leaves, so if i follow those maybe I can find that pokemon, If It wasn't a nightmare, and was actually a pokemon powerful enough to scare him, then its my duty to know about it, to protect civilians, he said following the trail of the four legged pokemon. He came up to where the absol was, rushing towards the other pokemon, knowing that now he was known of, there was no hiding with his body. "Wait! I just need to talk to you. What were you so afraid of!? I need to know, especially if it was a pokemon, for the protection of those who can't protect themselves!"

Deimos once again sensed a being rushing towards him, at which point he growled to himself... Brilliant, probably another Feral. This was at least what he thought as he closed his eyes and turned as if to walk away... He could always just beat it down if need be, however he wasn't in that reasonable of a mental state at the moment... He didn't want to do something he may have ended up regretting.

When the Pokémon spoke however, he let off a sigh before speaking. "Just leave me be... what occurs with me shouldn't be any concern of yours" He spoke, seeming to lack any interest in social activity or talking for the moment. Walking away, he knew he could handle matters himself if it came to a fight... He didn't need the Pokémon's help.

"Why does everybody I meet in a dungeon have to be so difficult!?" Bullwinkle said, his core going from a light yellow to a bright orange, changing all his accents colors with it, as he got angry. "You may be able to handle yourself, but other pokemon can't! There are pokemon who aren't willing to fight, this- this thing that flustered you, if it truly is a pokemon you be the end of them!" He said pointing his finger at the Pokemon standing before him.

"Arceas dammit!" The small construct said, the orange fading from his body, "I lost control..." he said, punching a nearby tree, breaking the bark and shattering a chunk of the trunk, 3 times the size of his fist. "I'm sorry for my outburst, it won't happen again," he said bowing as much as he could without toppling over.

Being nearly out of range of vision when the Pokémon's outburst began, Deimos didn't even seem to react, not being overly interested in someone randomly yelling towards him. When the Pokémon had started to apologize, he was completely gone... He clearly had no interest in any of this... He needed time to think, time alone. He sort of understood it's logic, but harassing someone over it was completely unnecessary and contradicted the entire idea of what he believed he was doing.

Regardless, He intended to get away and merely resume his time alone... He had to think about all of this, what he could do. He understood he couldn't tell the guild, as he didn't have any true physical evidence in regards to if it was an actual premonition or if it already had happened... It could have been a normal nightmare for all they knew.

Russell had been having a rather peaceful day within the autumn forest, flicking through his journal as he double checked the things he'd found out about Fallen Leaf Copse in the time he'd been here. His quill pen was actually poised to make a little addition to his notes, when he was quite abruptly distracted by the sounds of shouts coming from some distance away.

Though not as close as Russell had first thought, the volume and suddenness of the shouts had startled him enough to lose his concentration on his psychic hidden power, dropping his journal and quill pen from the air as a result. The autumn cloaked Burmy tried to concentrate enough to re-levitate them in the air, but failed in his rush to prevent them from landing on the Absol that happened to be walking beneath the tree he was in.

"Oh, Arceus! I'm so sorry!" he called down to the Absol as his precious journal reached the ground. The Burmy's antenna uncoiled from the branch it had been clutched to, allowing Russell to drop to the ground where he landed in a pile of leaves from his own autumn leaf cloak. The flustered Burmy gathered his journal up using his stubby little feet and dusted it off, looking a little sheepish due to the incident.

As Deimos had continued walking away from where the Golett was present, His mind was elsewhere for the majority of the time he was walking, only using his sensory ability to guide his way. His mind was set on that Nightmare... He truly was hoping it wasn't another possible premonition... He was even more afraid of it being possibly true.

Regardless, for a moment he shook his head to clear his mind, he couldn't put such doubts into his mind about her condition. He needed to manage his mental state through all this, something he knew all too well from his previous loss. Slowing down somewhat as he sensed that he would have to change his path momentarily, he soon sensed two objects falling towards him from above.

Swiftly dodging to the side as he opened his eyes, he quickly glanced to what had fallen. Recognizing them as Book and quill, That much tipped him off that it wasn't from a feral. Looking up towards the source of a new voice, he merely watched cautiously as the Pokémon lowered itself to the ground. He identified it after a moments deliberation as a Burmy, one that seemed genuinely sorry for the accident.

"It's fine... Just be somewhat more careful" He spoke, slowing to a stop for a moment. Sure he wanted to work out what he had dreamed, but obsessing over it wouldn't be good for his mental state, as of such he intended to leave it be.

The Burmy dipped his head in a sign of acknowledgement and apology following the Absol's words, but appreciated that he'd been able to easily forgive the accident. After all, not all pokemon were as gracious to do such.

"My apologies, again," he replied sincerely, "I don't know if you heard the shouts from a moment ago? They startled me at the time, but now i'm just rather concerned about whom it might have been..." the Burmy frowned, using his Psychic type Hidden Power to levitate his bag down from where it had been hung on one of the branches of the tree he'd been in. With all of his possessions in tow, Russell glanced over to where the shouts had come from as he returned his belongings to the bag.

Deimos let off a faint sigh as what he had to presume was the Golett's outburst was mentioned. He understood that it probably was just his fault do to his lack of will to speak when he was in such a mental state, but telling that Golett wouldn't have done much to help, he viewed it somewhat as a waste.

"It's fine... And I think I know what you meant by shouting, just some Golett trying to delve into people's personal matters and then getting angry when he doesn't get his way" Deimos commented. Perhaps his way of speaking about the Golett wasn't very polite, he wasn't concerned with it, It'd been the one to try and delve into matters he didn't want to discuss.

Russell's attention was drawn back to the Absol at his small sigh and the Burmy gave the stranger an odd look, not quite understanding the reason for this reaction. The reason was of course clarified with the Absol's next words, Russ blinking and flicking his gaze back in the direction of the shout before resting back on Deimos.

The autumn cloaked burmy parted his jaws and made to speak, but instead thought better of it. To ask further would just be considered nosy, and the Absol was unlikely to appreciate continuing on this particular topic of conversation if that's why this other pokemon was angry in the first place.

Instead he asked a rather generic question, "So.. what brings you to the forest?" he asked.

Deimos had turned silent and observed the Bug Pokemon, noting how it seemed to go to speak, but then silence itself. Deimos didn't comment on this, having saw no point in doing so... If it didn't want to comment, he had no reason to force it. Quite the contrary, he preferred it this way. When it spoke towards him about his reason for being here, he shrugged slightly and looked towards the Pokemon with a calm, composed look.

"I am merely a traveller... I came to find somewhere more... Quiet, so that I could rest and think on certain matters that I don't wish to discuss" He responded. He wasn't particularly lying to be fair, however for the time being he refused to bring up the reason for his travels... He didn't want to be reminded of the pain once more.

Russell smiled lightly at the Absol's words.
"I won't pry into your business, but I can certainly recommend Fallen Leaf Copse for quiet. Uh, well, normally anyways," he replied with the same small smile. Russ couldn't help it really. Ever since he'd first come here to the forest of perpetual autumn, he'd fallen in love with it's landscapes and tranquil environment. He supposed it wasn't really right of him to take preference of one place over another if he was aiming to map them all, but it felt like the perfect place to use as a base, especially with the existence of the Windrose Scouts.

Figuring he should share something of his own reasons for being here so that it felt less like Russell was prying for the sake of being nosy, the Burmy spoke once again.
"Although I actually live here now, I first came here to learn more about dungeons with the intention of mapping the area," he elaborated.