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Brisa grinned at him, unsurprised. "I'd be a hypocrite if'n I weren't able to handle that li'l reveal," she said, evenly. "I didn't wanna risk makin' you real uncomfortable, but y'deserve a chance to process that before we part ways. Closure, an' all." She nudged him with her elbow, (pretty...

Brisa couldn't help but laugh. A bright and cheerful one, for once. "Yeah, pretty much. Maybe soome of the others, too. I know that Rocky has one hell of a penchant for . . . well, theatrics more than heroics, honestly. But our gals? Yeah, they'll... They'll get by." She sighed, and though...

Brisa snorted. Her turn to cover her mouth. Luz was unfazed. "I think he'll duplicate hisself and take on the same colours and hide as Bean, somethin' like that. Who knows? It'll be excitin', anyway." Brisa scratched her cheek. "Fun as it is to imagine, it'll be tough. And if it is his final...

Brisa had seen her share of Colo matches turn dark, what with berserking combatants and people getting in above their strength class without realising it. But maybe listing those examples wasn't the right play with Nate. "Well, I reckon those bureaucrats do a lotta lookin' into mundane shit as...

Brisa laughed. It was pretty fucking true. "Fair enough! But no, I'm sure. Spotted him usin' a zygarde-pattern shield this one time, an' he definitely ain't mortal with how fuckin' fast he is. Volume ain't such a strong indicator if'n you ask me. Zygarde bodies don't reflect their emotions...

Brisa nodded with dark resolve at Nate's encouragement. Yeah. She'd blast the damn thing to smithereens and be done with it. Ah, Colo. Sure. "Yeah, gotta make the most of it. I wanna challenge those folks as I'm most curious 'bout fightin', at least. Didja see we just managed to get a narrow...

Brisa blinked. Gods, it was weird seeing a strong, confident incineroar besides Starr move like that on the battlefield. He fought pretty differently, but still. If she squinted, it was almost like she was watching Starr drill a different moveset. It was . . . enjoyable. Good fucking gods...

Brisa nodded, wincing a little as the resentment she'd been living with bubbled up inside her, sour and acidic. "Yeah. But I'm told that some stuff can stick with us, dependin' on the rules of our worlds. Aria straight up didn't forget a thing when her Diyem sent her back, apparently. I swear...

Brisa rubbed her chin and hummed. "Everyone keeps talkin' 'bout the rail track they're layin' down from the east coast over our way, fer locomotive transport. Until that's finished, y'gotta charter the services of a flyin' 'mon if you can even get one who can carry you, or else trek on foot or...

Brisa shook her head. "I might take it a li'l easier in the Colo if that were true anywhere I knew of back home. My ma's clan takes fightin' real serious, only kids fight fer fun and show. And townies, the local ones at least, consider unnecessary combat uncivilised. My dad's from a world like...

Brisa nodded, comparing her single and double battles in the Colo with the reserves strategies they'd used in mass combat. Almost everyone in reserves, huh? It'd create a completely different strategy meta than she was used to. Techniques and tactics the team relied on as a matter of course...

Brisa grinned drily. "I dunno if I could figure out the knack fer it. Y'need a certain kind of disregard fer consequences t'pull that off. Hence, the lovely Astrid as our specialist. I've only exploded from Radiance the one time, and I ain't keen t'repeat it." Luz had her paw over her mouth to...

Brisa blinked back the emotions welling in her head and smiled warmly at her protegé. Her kid brother, kinda. "Thanks, partner. Me too. Me too..." She downed most of the rest of her cider, gasped, and grinned with satisfaction. "How d'ya like yer first proper drink, Koa?"

"Heh, yeah. Luz has always known exactly who she is. The person li'l Brisa wanted t'grow up to be. I think she's okay with bein' a void eterna after the 'hatching' and everythin', and it's in her nature to be upbeat, but I know it gets to her sometimes." Brisa smiled at the two shades getting...

She pulled away, and before he could reply, she took a sharp breath to steady herself, and looked him in the eye. "Listen t'me, Koa. You're a good kid, and y'deserved better from yer old man. Yer pa... He just ain't yer responsibility. By rights, you're his responsibility, and he bailed, 'cause...

Oh, wind and weather, that felt some kind of way in her chest. "I... That's, ah. Look, kid—" Brisa put her cider on the vendor's countertop and leaned forward to give Koa a hug, one forelimb around his shoulders, her cheek rubbing his. "I'm so proud of you, Koa," she growled, softly. "So...

Brisa blew a low breath. That was some supernatural charisma right there. Damnit, she hadn't expected him to get them with interference. Whatever. She'd strike hard, fast, and save enough energy to do it again on the next burst... She dashed for Sprout faster than most could follow, knowing he...

"Thanks fer comin' with," said Brisa. "I, uh..." She frowned, unsure of what she meant, or how to say it. But using Whiplash would be cheating, in a way, so she forced the words out. "I've learnt a lot from folks on this world, both the locals and our teammates. It's... It's nice t'feel like...

Brisa laughed. "Everything's been cool fer a while, sure. Livin' one hell of a lifestyle, in between death-defyin' feats fer the fate of the planet." The vendor ladled out cider into two cups for the electric pair, and Brisa paid. "Start with sips, and let me know if you feel heady earlier...

Brisa chuckled. "Yeah, okay. Uh, I ain't buyin' you hard liquor. But fer day drinkin', I'll tell you what I think is real nice..." She found the stand a couple spaces up from its usual spot, and gave a firm nod to the vendor. The Plaza staff knew not to try and give her things on the house...