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Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 9 Messages ~

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 9 Actions ~

Brisa chuckled. "Believe me, I ain't rootin' fer terrible things to happen just so's I can get a lick at 'em. I guess I just don't wanna be like half the Legends of Cibus, or like Pine when the Dark Matter crisis hit, stuck on the wrong continent. I want..." She pursed her mouth. There it was...

Brisa waggled a paw in a non-committal way. "Eh. There was some shit my parents dealt with, but if there were an evil entity at the heart of it, they didn't talk about it much. Given what I've picked up on Cibus, I wouldn't be surprised if it were an Omen event, so fer all I know, my Ma and Pa...

"Change is part of life," mused Brisa. "An' there're plenty kinds I'd say were always a good thing. Societal changes scare folks, though. Can't say I sympathise much with keepin' a society from changin' if it ain't perfect t'begin with, and I don't reckon there's such a thing as a perfect...

Dave was calling for help with his corruption. Good. He'd be okay. He could reach out too. It'll be okay. We'll do our duty, and it'll've been goddamn worth it. Brisa's fur burned again with Blacklit plasma and golden lightning, and she rose higher, despite the aching in her body, the...

Dave's Radiance billowed around her like something between the heady buzz of a strong drink and the feeling she got when she was a half-strike from bitiing the dust. Determination. This was what it felt like... "Ain't scared," she growled, flexing her free paw into a gnarled fist. "We can take...

She had to find someone. If she didn't fight, she could stay with everyone a little longer. She had to remember how to fight for real again, in her gut, in her soul. Get an equal answer for this wretched truth. Brisa strode through the fucking tangible despair, feeling as if she was keeping her...

Brisa's face screwed up as her combat instincts forced down the feelings. The rage, the sorrow, the terror. Shadows didn't work like that – you couldn't just ignore them – but her training was older than her understanding of this. There ain't nothin' wrong with you. You've done enough. You...

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 8 Messages ~

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 8 Actions ~

All three of them... Astrid, Brisa, Starr. They might not be in one spot, back to back, but they fought together all the same. They were meant to. And somehow, Brisa knew, they all prayed at once to the dragons of Cibus' virtue, their patrons, divine counterparts to the way they felt and...

Brisa set her sights once again on the nexus of Radiance clutched in the amalgam's claws. Her Shadows were their best weapon against something like that, so she struck, again and again, until it went down. Can't risk otherwise. Can't tire out. Can't fail. Together, they were weakening the...

Brisa nodded, with a huff of amusement. "I dunno if I like it or not. Feels like if I let myself enjoy it, I'll stop bein' halfway worthy of it." She shrugged expansively. Big shrugs were one of the mundane pleasures of a biped body, especially one with such large fists. "How 'bout yerself...

Blacklightning enveloped Brisa, lighting up every part of her with an achromatic glow, and she grinned at her patron with gratitude and with enthusiasm. "I'll do ya proud," she said, voice reverberating in the darkness. There was a word she'd come to use often on Cibus. Unprecedented. Never...

Luz' internal brightness gasped deep as the dread lifted off her. Even Brisa's death, the terror of eternal life, nothing compared to that sense of doom. Yet she'd held firm, hadn't she? Even in perfect emotional blackness, she'd implored Brisa not to give up. And now... "Shine the way for us,"...

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 7 Messages ~

Brisa whooped at the top of her voice, calling defiance across the whole Null Realm. The creature before them was a screaming, clawed void, whose grip threatened to burst their very spirits. It would have them be powerless nothings, drowning in misery for all time. There could be no retreat, no...

Brisa shifted into her zeraora-esque body with barely a change in pace. "Grew up on folktales of Luz Escarpa, the Wanderin' Light, a zeraora sworn t'protect the region I'm native to. When I were a kit, I had dreams of one day takin' her mantle. Guess they were still inside me somewhere, seein'...

Brisa grinned. "I reckon there's more t'most people than's readily apparent. I live with my thoughts'n feelings pretty damn close t'the surface, an' folks still don't always exactly ken me." She gave a determined sigh. "Don't you worry 'bout me, big fella. If there's one thing you can be damn...