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Brisa grinned wistfully. "Wish I could have that kinda time with her," she said, quietly. "But I'll take that as a mark of success that we're doin' so hot as this after less'n a year." She shook Nutmeg's paw firmly, and stood at brittle ease until Starr and Pita were on their feet. "Damn good...

Brisa laughed sharply, pulling herself up by Nutmeg's paw. She gave out a few red coughs, too, battered as she was. "You know it," she said, voice thick with effort. "We don't give up when we fall short." She looked over at their human teammates, and felt a pang of desire for Starr to get to...

Brisa chuckled as Team Gyro's combo landed its finisher on a resistant target. The opponents she and Starr faced together might be far stronger than them, but they sure were inflexible sometimes. Beside her, Starr was angling for a better onslaught. In the meantime, Brisa had to either brake...

Brisa chuckled drily. "Thank ye kindly, fellas. I'll take that into consideration. Just, maybe not straight off the back of that revelation jus' now. Gonna take a walk first, do somethin' recreational." She gave a respectful nod to each of them, and set off for the park. Maybe she could work...

Was that . . . pity, that those two 'mon were expressing for her? Because of the earlier reference to losing her loves, no doubt. Had she looked so wounded about it? Brisa felt something unfamiliar twist in her gut. "What I'm preparin' myself fer..." You don't wanna lose them. She struggled...

"Take care," said Brisa, airily. The odd couple were unexpectedly . . . sweet. In their bizarre, alien way. She cocked her head at Bahamut. "Say, partner... Is there anythin' y'need?"

"Diyem can field that shit himself," said Brisa with an unabashed chuckle. "Frankly, I'm surprised folks've taken to the full premise of our bein' here so well as they have." She raised a brow at Diyem. "Speakin' of. How are you an' yer partner now that you've had a moment's respite to...

Brisa shot an alarmed glance at Starr, and clenched her jaw as she clamped down on her billowing corruption. They were gonna be tough to get effective type matchups on, now, covering for each other so closely. That was half their goddamn strategy, too. Shit. "Plan B?" she asked, with a wild...

Brisa winced at the reminder of what she was soon to lose, and rolled her eyes at the ensuing jab at Nero. Not that she'd warmed instantly to the fella or anything, but 'mutt', really? "Folks're gonna have questions," she commented, drily. "Might wanna head some of the obvious ones off." Gods...

"You've said enough before now t'make clear you value family a great deal," remarked Brisa. "You have family enough, an' a role to play, if you accept it, in guidin' and teachin' them." A forepaw twitched uncomfortably at the contrast between herself and Bahamut where family was concerned. If...

"You . . . already have friends, as I understand it," added Brisa. "Those in the posse as like you best will leave, sure, but some of the void eternas are fond of ya. An' perhaps... Perhaps it'd do you some good t'see more examples of local folks' appreciation fer ya. Nero went after clippin's...

Brisa stops taking new clients and encourages her existing clients to seek replacement tutors or wrap up their training objectives in a timely fashion. She gives recommendations for alternative instructors she respects, writes final letters of guidance for long-time students, and puts some in...

Brisa hesitated, unsure what would work to reach Bahamut. Since Diyem's revalatory summary, she'd listened, processed, considered. It was hard to know what to do for someone when you'd never seen them respond positively to anything. "This is a good world, y'know," she ventured, carefully. "If...

Brisa grit her teeth and gave a low whistle. If her gut was right, and it tended to be, Nutmeg would be just about able to land a one-two knockout on her, even with her defensive training of late. Goddamn. She thought fast, her brain rifling through tactical options until it found one that...

"Holy shit."

Brisa winced, and looked to Diyem in hopes of being wrong.

Brisa's proprioception lurched as she came back to herself only to hear Nero's bizarre conjecture confirmed as truth. Bahamut was, what, then? A soul conjured to inhabit the memories of a doomed and grieving tyrant? A construct, with no past and nowhere to return to? ...a mote in creation whose...

Brisa's face contorted in dismay at his bluntness. But whatever, Diyem had handled her soul plenty enough already, right? "Sure, Chief." She closed her eyes, and tried to go mentally limp.

Brisa frowned, tail lashing unhappily. This was a disturbing concept, but she knew better than to dismiss it as pure fantasy. Even so, could the fella be made to cooperate? And... Something about the language unnerved her. Bahamut's strength of feeling and distinctness of character was...

Bahamut's focus on protective measures had always made enough sense to Brisa. Regret, however sincere and conscious, for past horrors and lost loved ones, could motivate a destroyer to shield their allies, could it not...? Was being soulless really a better explanation than that? Brisa's brow...