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Brisa didn't waste breath on words while she had striking to do. Diyem was a ponderous opponent when harried by the right techniques, and if she was lucky, and attracted less attention than Astrid's characteristic leap towards the void, she'd cling to consciousness a little longer. One shield...

Brisa grunted with defiant, stubborn resolve as the hammer came crashing down. Motherfucker was stronger than ever. "Thank us after we kick yer ass, Chief," she snarled. "No matter how hard you hit me, I ain't goin' down afore I hit you harder'n that." Blacklighting crackled around her body...

Brisa stared down Diyem, bared her teeth, and felt her hackles shiver. This was a more daunting challenge in some ways than they'd ever faced as a trio. She honestly didn't know if they could expect to win. But she'd fight anyway, 'cause that was what she did. "You'll see us at our best...

Brisa chuckled drily. Soon enough, they would be. But for now? "Seeya round, friend. Take care." <><><><><>

"I dearly wish fer that," said Brisa, without irony. "And I wish also fer you to find whatever peace an' contendedness fits ya best, Bahamut. Thanks fer yer time. And fer yours, Nero."

"No surprises there." Brisa smiled to herself. It felt damn good to not still be fucking stewing about those feelings, and it was nice to get to break the news to someone who didn't know. "I'll miss her," she said, the words unbidden. "I might not remember, but I'll still miss her."

Brisa laughed. "Fessed up t'her and Astrid. Astrid and I are stayin' friends. I'm more'n happy with that. And... I've been with Starr fer a while already. No intentional publicity, but there's nothin' t'be done about Pansit, so it's pretty much public knowledge. Fer, uh, quite some number of...

"I can appreciate that notion," replied Brisa. "And I'll take that advice. Things have a way of turnin' out to be significant; it's on us to recognise and pay mind to that significance." With a long breath, she committed the thought to memory for later contemplation. "Thanks fer humourin' my...

Brisa gave another quadrupedal shrug. "Cause and effect, if nothin' else. Owen tells me we all got destinies to meet in our home worlds, and that's what a Hero's Aura pertains to. I dunno if I believe in predetermined futures, but if there's somethin' brewin' back home and I've a part to play in...

Brisa snorted. "I would. Talk about unprecedented events. I could rib Diyem about her beatin' his record." A certain tension passed from her body with the exchange of humour. Man, she'd really been missing out. They just didn't have good jokes in Frontier Town, huh? Or in the Clan. Wild. "It's...

Brisa shrugged. "I guess? I'd assumed we were present there as projections of our spirits, not physically present. Interestin'." It was . . . odd, to hear Bahamut laugh. It prompted a light chuckle in her, more from surprise than his little joke. "Well, I'm glad you're open to a Cibusean...

"Y'mean to say that we'll return to Veritas City, in the Voidlands, afore we finally get sent back?" It . . . made a weird kind of sense. Not what she'd expected, but... Alright. ...What would it be like saying goodbye to those of them that had human true forms? Starr and Dave... "In any...

Brisa allowed herself a small, dry grin. "Uhuh. Been hopin' the things I've come to believe in my time here will feel intuitive to my sleepin' self when she wakes from this 'dream'. And... I can't lie, if all it takes fer a person to keep their grip on their experiences here is sufficient...

Brisa peeled away a little from the bear hug she'd been giving Starr to look quizzically at Starr's alt-timeline counterpart. "Huh? You an' Red goin' worldhoppin' again t'gether or somethin'?"

Brisa nodded, and considered calling Sombra to the conversation, just because her Shadow would speak more freely and save her the effort of pushing through a heavy topic. But she'd rather handle this as herself. Passing the buck to her Shadow felt like cheating, somehow. "If we take that model...

Brisa wet her lips, wondering what she meant to say, and how to say it. She'd come to this room for a reason, after all. Shadows nestled in the creases of her mind and in the midst of her fur. "I'm about to lose most of what I've cared about most," she said, sounding hatefully small, so...

Not a comfortable topic, evidently, although an interesting one no doubt. "And in those lifetimes, have you experienced yer share of loss?" she continued, feeling a little hollow.

A dorky Bahamut? Hard to picture, but it brought a small, dry smile to her mouth anyway. "Well, you seem like a fella who don't mind interminable private pursuits," she remarked. "I'm sure you'll do just fine." She eyed Nero, thinking. His partner . . . was a necrozma, was that what he was...

"Best of luck t'ya. Got a timeframe fer yer success, or does it remain t'be seen how long it might take?" Galaxies, huh? Strange to think, but perhaps the universe that housed Cibus was one with countless other worlds beyond the stars, much as the universe of Bahamut's Etherium. And what of...

"Hmm." Brisa pawed her chin as she watched. In a duelling context, Bahamut had techniques that had never seen prominent use in mass combat. He'd be an interesting opponent to fight, if he ever showed the inclination. Although, judging by the kind of persistent personalities that got him to do...