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"Kinda yer trademark experience," remarked Brisa, with some irony. "Along with bein' injured every which way an' comin' out hardly the worse fer wear." It was strange to see Owen – he really was exactly like her Owen – look despondent in this specific way. For a guy only a few months further...

Brisa loosened up on the Colosseum sands with an intense dedicaton to the familiar routine of her stretches. There weren't many of these left. She'd appreciate every one of them. Especially the ones with an emotional weight to them. Dave had done as Brisa had been encouraging him to do and...

Brisa gave the question due consideration. Months, huh. A lot could happen in a few months. "Yer future-shifted counterpart is okay. He's had his fair share of troubles on Cibus, and back home, but he's good at dealin' with 'em. He's one of our best, and if yer really that sim'lar to his recent...

Brisa chuckled, and loped past the big dumbass to close the window again. "Datin' Starr, have a non-reciprocal thing fer Astrid, would absolutely take Aria to bed if she were game. And yes. They all got carpal pads. I feel like my type is more . . . gals with guts. Nutmeg could catch my eye, if...

"I'm a fuckin' lesbian, you moron," drawled Brisa, barely suppressing a cackle. "Didja really think you'd fool me? Y'ain't slick."

This was better, or perhaps worse, than anything Brisa could possibly have imagined. She almost cautioned him not to detroy the wall trying to get away, but honestly, who gave a shit? They were leaving this planet in mere days, anyway. "Don't recall seein' you in that position before," she...

Brisa nodded at the table. "Can't have sex 'til you put out that goddamn fire," she stated, deadpan. "Y'know, I'm perplexed at the idea that you'd just forget what it was like t'fuck someone. I thought the DV therapists sorted that shit out fer you anyway?"

"Didn't hurt last time," said Brisa, evenly. (Technically true.) "Whaddaya mean y'don't remember?" Gods, this was easy. She just had to lean into her incredulity at his wording and let how flustered he was do the rest of the work.

Brisa blinked at the casual reply, spent a moment calculating, and realised he wasn't being euphemistic. An artefact of Diyem's translation, Owen's naivety, or another layer to the pranking? Well, she'd rather power through all that. "Actually, I thought you might wanna fuck me," she drawled...

The thought occurred to Brisa to play a prank in kind, but she didn't like her odds of beating Owen's Perceive and it wasn't like he could've expected her to fall for his shtick anyway. Still, his reaction could be entertaining. "Feelin' pretty confident myself, partner! But if'n yer that...

Brisa eyed Owen's tailflame. It wasn't really sporting, but a lazy day was a lazy day. "You hidin' somethin' from me, big guy?" she drawled. "Actually, I'm callin' it. Y'ain't my big guy at all, are ya?"

"Well that's sure a positive turnaround from all that doom an' gloom 'bout not havin' a way to solve yer stalemate." Brisa shifted on the sofa to get a better angle of Owen, munching thoughtfully on something sweet and nutty. "Did you eat somethin' peculiar, pal? Yer demeanour ain't ever this...

Brisa chuckled, and decided not to be a downer. "Yeah, me too, fella. Nice work with the Colada fight, by the way. Trainin' always pays off, as I like to tell my students." A glint may have been visible for a moment in her eye as she imagined a grand finale event in the Colo before they went...

"Well ain't you in a good fuckin' mood," she drawled, reaching for whatever was nearest to her. Something with a good tang to it. Oh, yes. Filo pastry, berry and cream filling. Perfect. "What constitutes 'some trainin' an' stuff', partner?" she asked, between licking her lips, a hunter's grin...

Brisa lifted her head from the arm of the sofa to blink blearily at Owen. She'd been half-dozing, half-watching something on her badge, and near the point of drifting off. "I'm home if the food's good," she jested. Cibusean food was always good. "Howdy, Owen."

Brisa approaches Soda now that his recovery is in full swing. Assuming he'll even speak to her, she'd like to offer her friendship, and ask him to help tutor her in the use of Extremespeed, being another non-natural user of the move. She's curious whether he retains his Radiance after what...

Brisa smiled, though it was a tight, dry smile. "Glad t'hear it, Kyurem. Thanks fer a . . . challengin' battle." She passed the remnant off to Owen and Diyem with relief, not caring for anything but a good, long sleep. As soon as fucking possible, at that. Starr and Astrid looked like they...

Brisa agreed with the expressed sentiments with a quiet, dry smile. Any further response was cut off by the arrival of their food. The sandwich she'd had earlier had gone a ways to filling her up, but Sombra's presence always seemed to improve her appetite, oddly. I'm just tryin' t'look after...

"It manipulates its host," growled Brisa. "That distress, that despair y'talked about durin' our battle? We could hear the effects of that thing inside ya, distortin' yer mind. It's been makin' ya sick. Let it go, Kyurem. It's dangerous." Brisa concentrated, hoping that through the Radiance...

"You needn't contain it, an' doin' so is goddamn harmful. Let go of it. Let us take care of the damned thing." Brisa's chest heaved, desperate for more warmth. Behind her, Starr and Astrid were still recovering their senses. They'd run lower on steam than she had. A flicker of telepathy went...