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Brisa couldn't help but maintain a crooked grin as Aria displayed the sort of indifference to her own injuries that seemed common to those Brisa got along with best. Perhaps she should introduce Aria to some of them. In a way, wasn't she already a friend of Owen? Maybe, maybe not. Brisa slouched...

Aria's eyes told Brisa enough, before she shut them. The residual connection she'd made with her Radiance still held, just enough to know that there'd be no punches pulled from Aria, sparring match or not. Good. The Extremespeed salvo obliterated Brisa's barriers, Aria moving faster than ever...

Brisa grunted with effort as the blow hit her harder than expected. Shadows clawed at her worse than any attack so far. But still...! So that was what it felt like when she walloped folks with a Shadow Facade, huh? Well, two could play at that game. "Suits me just fine," she growled, feeling...

So're you, thought Brisa, her sharp eyes tracking Aria's path and openings even as she sped past the point where her body remained visible. The golden Paragon shield took the first hit, and Brisa took the rest with gritted teeth sparking off, the Blacklight plasma taking the edge off the hurt...

That was more fucking like it. Brisa grunted as the impact made her head ring, and her adrenaline spike, and the pulse of emotion washing back along the whiplash tethers thrum with fighting spirit, so different than the fearful restraint she'd first sensed coming back off Aria. "Good!" she...

Brisa took the punch with hardly a flinch. Her lip pulled back in a feline scowl. "No fuckin' way is that close t'yer best," she growled. Brisa struck out again, wondering why Aria would hold back so much, even as she took a drubbing. Brisa's paws lit up with plasma, and she followed up with...

Brisa chuckled. This was what it was all about. Fighting for fun. To get to know someone! But her read on Aria didn't match her expectations at all. Aria was confident, a little cocky with her banter, but holding back far more than she ought to be, and Brisa didn't get why. "C'mon, Aria," she...

Brisa's face broke into a wild grin as she took a good hit from a regular opponent on about her level for the first time in an age. She didn't fully transform, not just yet, but she wielded Blacklight to keep her plasma in check, healing rather than harming her. Oddly, the spike in Radiance and...

Brisa shrugged. "Yeah, we all just spent a good several weeks in recovery after gettin' walloped by a critter as big as a city block. Didn't stop me trainin', though. Too fuckin' stubborn." She cracked her neck and stretched out, claws extending. "Sure, we can go steady at first." Brisa's fur...

Brisa grinned back at Aria as they entered. "Did yer Cibus have a place like this?" she asked, knowing the answer already. "Make much use of it?" She prowled over to a battleground zone with a handful of obstacles and raised surfaces, to make for a more interesting fight.

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Brisa chuckled. "If you wanted a casual drink and a no-stakes tussle, I'd have been alright with that. But if you wanna have it out more seriously an' get heavy after, y'better believe I'm ready fer it. I like yer energy." She took a fresh look at Aria from the perspective of a prospective...

Brisa chuckled at the light flirting. If Aria wanted to be irresistable, maybe Brisa wouldn't bother resisting. (She already knew Starr wouldn't mind, after all.) She'd see how drinks and sparring went, at least. Then she raised an eyebrow at the mention of a match with Owen bringing Aria close...

Brisa laughed, her voice a little holliw. "Me an' six others got vaporised by a ball of Blacklight strong enough to burn a body to less than dust. ...All water under the bridge, now." She finished the rest of her cider and secured it, along with the remains of her recently consumed food...

"Joule."

Brisa grimaced in turn. "I wasn't too pleased t'realise that a couple of our number are so young. At first we were all de-evolved, y'know? I take it you had the same problem? Anyhow..." She gestured lazily to certain members of the team. "That un's a kid, that un's a kid... Cabot once told...

"They become pokémon. My pa became a delphox. Hard to imagine I'd've been born otherwise, but I s'pose y'never know what kinda bullshit rules a universe operates under." Brisa pawed her chin. Jesse had been summoned by a Voice of Life, but when she'd been summoned by Diyem, she hadn't even...

"My ma's a roughlander. That is t'say, she's part of a nomadic clan that don't care fer the trappings of civilisation. That'd be enough, but my pa is human. Townies don't rightly know what t'make of that, save that it ain't normal." She chuckled. "I used t'be real hung up on that. Here's...

Brisa listened, head cocked, with a dry smile. Somewhere in her ribcage, her Shadow writhed with envy. "Not quite. I work alone. Not by choice, mind; Cibus has been a dream come true, with respect to gettin' t'work with a team and even find a couple gals t'be sweet on. But nah, back home my...

Brisa raised a brow. "Yer Pepper's counterpart? No kiddin'. You must be plenty strong, then." She grinned. "I defeated Pepper in the Colosseum, best of three," said Brisa, unconcealed yearning for a good scrap heavy in her voice. "Tough fights. So. Does that mean you've faced off 'gainst yer...