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Brisa withdrew her paw – Whiplash wasn't meant for sustained contact or detailed conversation – and indicated to the waitstaff that she'd have what Danithan was having. Weird though he was, the fella had taste not far off her own. Briisa shrugged. "Daughter of my world's Omen Heroes, never had...

Chip's Laser: Brisa's Unleash Change innate stats to +2 Atk +2 Evasion Swap out Plasma Fists for Extreme Speed Chip's Laser: Brisa's Bonus Move Swap out Thunder Cage for Zap Cannon

Brisa nodded solemnly. She caught a glimpse of Owen's expression and wondered if he was probably harbouring similar thoughts to herself. And there it was, the projection. Brisa had spent hardly any time around Nate, but she knew that his familiar was always telling him what to do and scolding...

Brisa eyed Nate for a reaction. "So, prior to that experimentation, you'd set up a tidy li'l reality of torture and despair fer countless souls. An' here y'are, subsequent to that treatment, responsible fer sparin' another world from a sim'lar fate. Quite the turnaround, Chief." She wondered...

Brisa contemplated Diyem's past, not for the first time. Now, in front of teammates and bystanders, wasn't her choice of time and place to discuss it with him, but here he was, discussing it. "How'd yer own dormancy end, once you 'won', chief?" she asked, evenly enough.

Brisa made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Chief, ain't things worked out enough times fer you t'consider that good outcomes ain't vanishingly unlikely?" She thought of how she'd been so sure that Diyem and Maple could be allies, and how she'd been goddamn right about that, and...

Brisa clenched a fist, and felt everything inside her tighten into a knot that might never come undone. "What aid d'you intend to render to ensure that such measures ain't necessary?" she asked, quietly.

I'm on-site, but there's only so much any of us can do. Can someone please alert Pop an' God Squad? Like, right fuckin' now. Diyem might need some goddamn character references at this point.

Alongside Koa came Brisa, straight from the Colosseum and brimming with combat pep. But Diyem had warned against confrontation. So, no fucking confrontation, then. Saltriv and Dill were cowering by Diyem's home, evidently at a loss for how to interact with a fucking bureaucrat. Koa, of all...

Brisa shook herself loose of combat tension and enjoyed the rolling brightness of a post-battle high. She gave her opponent and his brother a bow. Then another to each side of the Colo's stands. And at last, she walked off the field, feeling for once like she could've gone further, done more...

"Guess you really are Meringue's brother," Brisa mused, her paw on her chin. "He said somethin' sim'lar." She crouched into an easy stance, set a calm gaze on her target, blew Radiant sparks from her muzzle, and smiled. "This was fun, partner! Thanks fer a decent fight." Then she hit him...

"There it is." Brisa chuckled hoarsely. Brulée's flames thinned and dessicated the air around her, and his onslaught rendered all offence irrelevant. She'd just have to cling on stubbornly until it was over. Good thing she had stubbornness to spare.

Brisa stared at the zeraora sat across from her for what seemed twice as long as she ought to take, even for something as heavy as that. There was so much in what he'd transmitted. His feelings might've been sent her way as if they were mere conversation, coloured by word choice and rhetoric...

"It damn well is," barked Brisa, eyes gleaming with bright energies. "Let's seeya come back from this." Brisa unloaded her most unforgiving combo yet, hypercharged fists hitting true with sickening cracks and thunderous airbursts. Even switching into a fully offensive onslaught, she spared just...

Brisa laughed madly. Oh, this was some impressive shit, and all for her to face down. How resplendent he was, in all his solar grandeur! How great an opponent to make bite the goddamn dust or by whom to be cast the fuck down. Neither of them were the type to go down easy. However this ended...

Chief, I'll be there as soon as I can. Keep yer head cool.

Ain't fuckin' Sprout, trust me. 'S'a fuckin' outworlder Overseer or I'll eat my own goddamn mane. Everyone getcher fuckin' eyes on the zygarde, now.

Brisa shook off the last of her healing trance with a fierce, wild grin. "You just watch me!" she yelled, before throwing herself at Brulée with renewed vigour, landing deft thunderbolt-blows and putting up a fresh set of barriers. By the time she was done, she had momentum to spare. Sky and...

Brisa barely reacted through her combat trance, save for the merest trace of a grin. As legendary 'mon went, the guy was made of fucking paper. Regeneration or not, she could put him down . . . so long as she could tough it out long enough. She struck again with a grunt of exertion, her blazing...

Brisa darted towards her opponent, her priorities as clear in her mind as the sound of cheering and the smell of dust and lightning. Keep her Radiance tamed, shift forms, land a blow to work out how tough he really was, and take a good breath. Keep going. She had just about enough momentum to...