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Gonna work every day on Different Eyes, hoping to get at least 10k written.

Brisa panted for air that didn't scour her throat on its way down, and blinked at the light of the unshadowed world. She barely heard Sprout. With the storm over, her energy returned to her, little by little. She took one step forward, and then another, eyes fixed on the remnant. She raised an...

Brisa peered through the biting air at what looked like a goddamn fragment of the Blacklight. Well, that wouldn't fucking do, would it? All along, this was their real target. Time to do their job. Brisa heaved a crippling haymaker at Kyurem, knowing it wouldn't be blocked. That was sure to do...

Brisa chuckled. "Nah, I got through it all nice'n clean. Meltdown only hurt me an' one other, an' the Shadowin' was down to one of Giovanni's gizmos. Nobody blamed me fer that one. Since then I've kept my head real nice. Don't seem like it in a vacuum, but compared t'most of us, I've got my head...

Brisa struck again, roared with the power of the impact, and stepped back again to keep her head. These hallucinations – an effect of the cold? Perhaps. Or, she could really hear and see things Kyurem had experienced.... What did these visions mean? That last one... Surely Team Colada, trying to...

Kyurem was losing her head to some Shadow bullshit... Maybe they could get through to her, somehow? Did she need saving from whatever darkness was inside her? Starr was struggling on, Astrid's voice was faint in the cold winds... Brisa could take more. Do more. Rally them to keep going...

Brisa growled against Kyurem's fatalism and the joyless, sunless darkness engulfing them. Was this... was Kyurem fucking Shadowing? "Starr, don't lose yer nerve! We'll make it through, just keep goin' steady! C'mon, light on yer toes now, like practice drill!" Brisa loped back around and...

Her fucking plasma. It wasn't... It wasn't working, wasn't restoring her...! And that freezing aura was ruining their defensive stances, goddamnit just how vulnerable were they gonna get? It was worst for Starr, who needed to stand by Astrid, too... "Starr, she's fuckin' up yer guard! Stay...

Brisa took a lungful of heatless air and winced. It wasn't hurting her, not really, but the effect on morale was unnerving. 'Nothing is scarier' indeed. "C'mon you two, whatever she hits us with, we can take it! Stay ready!" She kept her distance from Kyurem, examining her for weaknesses... It...

Brisa peered into the cold. Was Kyurem a purely reactive fighter, or something? Did she have punisher strategies? Brisa wracked her mind for possibilities. "Astrid, keep on yer toes, she's gotta try somethin' sooner or later! Starr, brace yerself and go steady! We can handle any surprises if we...

The ominous atmosphere of the Colosseum, with Kyurem's chill emptiness displacing all other feeling... There was a kind of sorrow, to it, a melancholy that tugged at your chest and bit at your skin and clutched at your bones. A coldness of the heart. Starr had her inner fire to stay warm...

Y'all we got Soda, Eien, Sword and Xernatus! Good picks! Get hype, motherfuckers.

Brisa loped into the Colo feeling absurdly conscious of everything at once. The gravity with which the battle was anticipated, the balance of the strategy they'd drilled, the pressure to go three for three and end the Tao Gauntlet on another victory... Even the goddamn way she walked. They'd...

Brisa eyed the Shadow with reserve. "Didn't have an awful lotta trouble with it myself. I was first to have a Blinding Meltdown and among the first to undergo Shadowing, but fer the most part I've kept my head well. My own Shadow mostly just harangued me t'go easier on myself." A sigh in the...

Brisa replied to Danithan's commentary on her years of isolation with just a dry, tired smile. Their past sufferings were of very different kinds, evidently. She nodded along as she listened to his account, and made note of his having a human associate. Such a common peculiarity among Diyem's...

Brisa blew out a long breath. Yeah, okay, that was another solid win. Sure was nice to go up against legendary 'mon and still have your goddamn bones intact after. "Good fuckin' show all 'round," she declared, panting. Holy shit, she could use a rest. After that excess of speed, she felt...

Brisa's fists and windpipe clenched with anticipation as the onslaught reached its peak – yes! Icetales made it through! He was hurt bad, but he'd be fine, and that... That meant they'd as good as won. "This is our moment, y'all – let's dust 'em," she drawled. She took a breath, and vanished...

Shit, here it came. Balm's ascendant form came with finesse over the flow of time. Last time he used that trick, Brisa bit the dust pretty much immediately, and it took Cynthian goin all-out to get through his barriers. But she was tougher now – and strong enough to try something impressive...

Brisa shifted smoothly into her zeraora form with a shiver of satisfaction. With Starr taking point offence, she'd be looking after herself more than usual – almost like a solo match. She closed her eyes, and let the plasma flow across her body, restoring her energy in a dreamlike ecstasy. With...

Brisa chuckled at Icetales' bravado. She liked their odds, especially with Starr in peak condition and the advantage of having prior intelligence on the Timekeepers' fighting style, but the legendary pair opposite them weren't pushovers of any description. And of course, they might be switching...