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Brisa waved a paw vaguely. "I dunno, so long as it's not some impenetrable drama I don't got the cultural understandin' fer, or a shitty thriller with terrible fuckin' fight scenes, I'm good. I, uh." Her ears flushed a bit. "I like romances, but I don't much wanna watch those with paternal...

Brisa's eyes brightened sharply. "Y'like movies? I like movies. We don't have anythin' like those back home. You guys with more developed homeworlds sure are lucky." She wanted to do whatever, so long as Dave would cheer the fuck up a bit. "We could do that. And... If you promise to keep to a...

Brisa shrugged and waved a paw. "Make room," she told him, as she put his coffee down in front of him. She switched to zeraora form to take up less space on the couch. Who gave a damn, right? "I'm enjoyin' myself, mostly. Lotta time battlin', lotta time with Starr and the best of my friends...

"Yeah, that tracks. I see her a lot in the Colo trainin' grounds. I think she likes me 'cause I just fight her, and I'm fine with that, so we haven't talked much. I know better'n to try on sentimentality with the lass." She finished up the coffee, and wondered if getting hammered together would...

"Sure. I got to beat up like fifty motherfuckers, and they paid me fer it, and I gave the proceeds to redevelopment charities. It was fuckin' superb." She closed the door behind her, and breezed through the living space, figuring Dave might be responsive to coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee... No...

Brisa headed home from her latest casual match in good spirits. She was doing a charity drive by taking sponsored challenges from casual competitors under various restrictions, as a way to stay active and work towards a good cause without going stir crazy while Diyem prepared for the end. Her...

Luz shares a pleasant afternoon eating icecream and window-shopping with Drake, and has such a good time she offers to make it a regular hangout. She sweet-talks a vendor into letting them both have samples of every flavour. She thinks her favourite is honeycomb. Brisa accepts the sparring...

Brisa recalled the starry plains of Spirit's Edge. A strange fate. But perhaps . . . not so dreadful as one might fear? "My idea of peace involves keepin' plenty active," agreed Brisa. "I need purpose t'keep me breathin'." In the alpine air, each breath was cool and sweet, but already the thin...

Scary or intimidating. So there was the admission – that Zeraora had anxieties of her own. Cibus had shown Brisa time and time again that even the gods were people, with hearts and minds, but this confession from a zeraora . . . hit her more sharply. And then, a moment later, it became a...

Brisa's throat tightened for a moment, and she dug a claw into her palm, wishing, wanting to be that aspirant, wanting to stay, wanting this to be her world, her home, her responsibility. But she had to go. Soon. It would not be her. The moment passed. The two kept climbing the mountain...

Brisa pawed her chin. "The Blacklight might be volatile, but it ain't too different in kind than Divinity. I'd feel reassured knowin' a cadre of responsible Blacklight Wielders were lookin' out fer my adoptive homeworld once the posse are gone." Brisa looked sidelong at Zeraora. "Wait, what did...

Brisa shrugged. "Don't matter none too much to me whether I'm remembered generations from now. I'm satisfied to have been happy and served the public. And I mean that." She swallowed, brow furrowing. "It is like death, I guess. I don't think of it that way fer myself, but as y'say, folks here...

Brisa gave a dry smile. "Be as blunt as you like. I won't take offence." She kept pace with Zeraora, one paw swinging freely, the digits on the other rubbing against each other in contemplation. "I've been sayin' goodbyes and resolvin' loose ends. I never kept many possessions here, but almost...

Despite Luz's initial misgivings about Zeraora's corruption, she had proved capable of handling it, perhaps better even than many of Diyem's posse. Brisa couldn't help but be relieved that there remained folks on Cibus who could defend it against any future threats. Diyem and his family, the...

Strange to think, but evidently true. "I can't show you the whole damn planet, but I can show you parts of it I find special," offered Brisa. "And if y'want a scrap, that can be arranged too." She grinned. "Speakin' of scraps, I never got the chance to say this before... Thanks fer yer help...

Brisa took zeraora form for this encounter. It seemed appropriate. While Zeraora might subsist on nothing, Brisa's satchel had victuals and such, so she wasn't worried. And yet Zeraora was, somehow. Luz' account and Brisa's own experience had been of a self-possessed, independent demigod. And...

Brisa coughed blood and made hacking sounds of laughter as she pulled herself to all fours, then rose up on her knees. 'Yield' indeed. What a hell of a fight. And their meltdown strategy had paid off as intended. Brilliant. Utterly fucking brilliant. "Closest one yet?" she called. "Whaddaya...

Whatever their commander had planned . . . Brisa trusted in him for it to be worth it. Win or lose, she'd fight – and fight to win, at that. No matter how battered her body felt, Brisa Escarpa was still born ready for fights like this. "You know I ain't the type to call it early, Diyem!" she...

She was getting . . . tired. Diyem was giving them the fight of their goddamn lives and then some. Every limb felt like so much pulverised muscle tissue and shattered bone, even as Blacklight energy stitched her back together and sealed her wounds. Do yer job, ranger. You can rest when this...

Nevermind Inan, Astrid was cute as hell. Love her. But there was a fight to win, and Brisa intended to see it through, no matter how broken and bruised she felt. "Welcome to Cibus, kid," she drawled, wiping blood from her brow. "Why don'tcha show us what ya got?" Brisa let up her paws, and –...