It was turning out to be one hell of a fucking day.
Brisa had returned home last night to find a stranger in her dorm—albeit one Luz had texted her to expect—and woken late with a mild hangover. (Not half as bad as poor Kate's hangover, mind.) Then she'd spend half the day sorting out the sneasel newcomer with badge, scarf, gear and suchlike, with hardly a spare breath to get to know the gal—despite sorely wanting to—and half of it urgently planning search and rescue for Diyem, Sword, and Bone...
...and now there was this.
Despite her best efforts, the charizard had too much height and speed for Brisa to get a good hit on, not without the whole posse coordinating together and Luz to lend her a boost of power. She dissipated her radiant tethers with a huff of frustration. The luxio turned to her newfound colleague and gave an earnest sigh.
"Would ya believe me if'n I told ya I had four serviceable guesses as to whom that goddamn charizard might be? This is pretty standard Team Spectrum stakes by now, I tell ya. I'm fixin' to chase after 'em, are ya with me?"