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Brisa took the petunia with an ironic grin. She wasn't really a floral kind of gal. But she loved her friend, so she stuck it in her mane anyway. "Been cogitatin' a bit on that, yeah," she said. "Like, am I really not gonna get sick of that shit in ten, twenty, thirty years? Is nobody else...

Brisa nodded. Owen had alluded to as much, before. The kind of strength that seemed plentiful in Kilo was practically incomprehensible. "It ain't a challenge of strength, though, is it? Yer head is part of it. I reckon yer heart is, too." Brisa skewed her mouth in thought. "Y'know, in some...

"Can't be easy t'contemplate goin' back to," said Brisa, feeling a little deja vu. "I ain't keen on losin' what we have here, an' while my old life ain't good, I ain't a 'puppet', at least. Makes me wish..." She was so used to shutting down her own fantasies before she could enjoy them. Fuck...

"Yeah, been thinkin' 'bout that plenty of late." There were a lot of ways to answer that one. Some more optimistic, some more negative. She didn't much feel like overthinking it. That was one of the advantages of speaking to Owen. He didn't know exactly what you were thinking, but he could...

"You're adorable," muttered Brisa, fondly. "Whatever it is y'have in mind, I reckon you oughta go fer it. You've more'n earned that, however it turns out." She lashed her tail at him as if to wag a finger. "No backin' out, y'hear? I'll be in that audience. Our void eternas, too. Count on it."...

She didn't nod, just made a pained grunt of agreement. "Yeah, I wanna get as many as I can in afore I run outta time. Surprised you ain't had more yerself. More big ones anyway. Y'sure y'ain't been holdin' back in yer fights? You'n I could take apart a lotta folks t'gether."

Brisa groaned softly in her heap of blankets and cushions. A good bruise or muscular ache was one thing, and she was used to the singe of her arcflash plasma, but this was something else. She cracked a heavy eye open at Owen. "Hardest ass-kickin' since Joule," she muttered. "Feels halfway...

Brisa considered bracing herself, but there was no point, was there? The energies at play in the Colosseum... They were too volatile for any defences they had. But they had one more round of attacks in them, and the way the flow of battle was going, it looked like they'd just barely make it...

Brisa anchored herself around, of all people, Bahamut. The necrozma was parked firmly in the center of the team, staring at the proceedings with his usual withering scorn, but by keeping him at her back, Brisa could feel his shadowy observations about what strikes were worth repeating sink into...

...a faintly audible, ethereal yowling of discontent could be heard in response to the continual screaming from the world of the living...

Brisa flew across the arena from the force of Nero's avian bellow, rolled with the impact on soft ground, and snarled viciously at the realisation that electricity would be of little use to her amid Lucius' fortifications. She wasn't much of a siege expert, and they didn't exactly have time for...

Team Spectrum vs Miracle Matters Turn 3 Battle Messages

Team Spectrum vs Miracle Matters Turn 3 Actions

[[hey y'all. Blacklight is killing me rn, so I'm gonna be pretty absent. I have a lot of confidence in my buddy, though, and we've exchanged some notes. It's all good.]] [[Why would scum be interested in proving town players innocent? They just... Wouldn't use that power.]]

[[Either he was blocked, lying, or being made to look bad by scum. That's everything I can think of. Don't think it's that they were blocked, sounds super unlikely.]]

[[I like Equi's post. Good shit tbh.]]

Salem's attention became fixed on Possum Mango.

[[See, I don't know what to make of any of this because Bench has ignored some of my questions and been vague and repeated himself and refused to elaborate and generally been shifty, but that's also how Bench would probably behave if he had a useful power role for town tbh.]]

[[If nobody claims to have received Gen's communiqué, that's either because it was blocked, the recipient is scum trying to make him look bad, or he's lying. I don't know what to make of this 'I have a useful role but I can't say anything' shtick. It's frustrating that waffling, reticence, and...

[[Also how the fuck are they still alive? They hardclaimed Doctor! Jeez.]]