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Brisa offered a dry smile, but it wasn't a heavy one. "I always worry about ya, but I always worry about everyone," she told him. "Probably less about you than most, seein' as you handle yerself better'n the average posse fighter. As fer how thing's've been goin'..." Well, there was always...

"Sure." Brisa didn't go in for training weights much, but she likened it to carrying a heavy pack on a trip and returning with it lighter. "Well, I'm glad of it," she remarked. "It's good t'see you in a happier state. And it's good yer safe." Her chest twinged at that. One of the drawbacks of...

Brisa flicked her badge from her neckerchief to the air in front of her and tapped out an order, getting herself the same skewers at a smaller portion. Owen had good taste. Honey-spice, mmm... "I take it you're in good spirits yerself, with that fuckin' thing outta ya?" she asked, as she added...

She grinned, only a little sheepishly. Owen could probably tell better than anyone, huh? Well, that was alright. "Yep," she replied, strolling to the kitchenette. "Y'want anythin', partner? Thinkin' of orderin' takeout, though." Goddamn, but if takeout wasn't one of the best things about this...

Brisa headed home in an easy lope, her breaths less strained, her shoulders less stiff, her jaw less tense. She felt rested, and yet all she wanted to do was laze around, savour the feeling, and appreciate some company. She had work to do, but it could wait. She entered her home – and it really...

Relief that it was over, concern about where this would leave Diyem and Maple, curiosity about what would be said... ...and disappointment that the fight wouldn't be properly concluded. Everyone could see Diyem had won this one, goddamnit. They should have a rematch. When would a good time...

Brisa nodded firmly, satisfied that she'd done what she could. "Appreciate the apt suggestions, Nate," she drawled. "And, ah, nice one usin' Radiance fer th'first time. Good to see." She turned to head out, feeling mostly like she needed rest, and maybe a shower. The sludge coming off the...

Brisa's voice was barely above a whisper. "...It's Dark Matter of Telum," she breathed. ...But what did Diyem mean to do with it?

"Nope." She grit her teeth. Remembered how badly Owen's parasite had hurt her. Your eternal truth. "But it's important. An' nobody else can do it."

Luz smiled, and relaxed a little. This was progress. "Y'don't gotta have all the answers at once, fella. Y'can start with one small thing at a tiime an' work yer way forward. Bein' siblings is a good start. How'd'you like t'be called 'brother', huh?"

Brisa sighed heavily. "I don't relish the task, but I can't help but think, over an' over, that I wanna try communicatin' with my Whiplash again." It hadn't done her any favours last time, but it had spoken to her...

Brisa stopped at the lowest rank of stands, and stared fixedly on the melée. You might've warned us, Chief, she sent, but she trusted the sinister bastard, when you got right down to it. She held tight, not sure what outcome to hope for. "Show us what you've got!" she cried, to both Voices...

Brisa skipped a breath. What on earth and under sky was Diyem thinking? "C'mon," she barked at her friends in the stands. "We might be needed." She leaped from row to row, making her way down, sending to Diyem as she went. Chief, are you in yer right fuckin' mind?

Brisa's hackles rose a little automatically, and she bit back an invective-filled retort about how the parasites literally caused their hosts to frenzy against their friends and show their unmitigated worst sides. She shuddered. "Stone's a good shout. Let's try it."

"Howdy Nate, Rocky," said Brisa. "We're seein' if we can learn anythin' from these critters." She turned round to look at the new arrivals, and rubbed her chin. Those two each had their way of coming up with creative solutions to problems. Maybe they could help. "We got a bright idea deficit...

Brisa was out of her seat, leaning forward as far as possible to see. "He's pushin' her. He's tryin' t'prompt more from her, somehow..." Her tail thrashed. C'mon, Maple. Rise to it, damn you. "Don't give up, Maple!" she cried, projecting her voice as loud as she could. "You've got more in you...

"Owen has plenty of inner turmoil to trouble him," replied Brisa. "Then again, I suppose just about everyone must do. Even the shaymin could be Shadowed." She turned to Chip and cocked her head. "So, what d'you suggest, fella?"

"Well that's fuckin' disturbin'," muttered Brisa. She thought for a second, brow furrowing in consternation. "Don't suppose bein' possessed of sufficient peace an' positivity would act as a shield against 'em, by any chance?"

"Have y'tried offerin' 'em other kinds of sustenance?" asked Brisa, still staring at the creatures. "Have y'put Red in th'same space as 'em, t'see if he can commune with 'em same as 'mon? What about exposin' 'em to various elemental an' exotic energies?" Her claws tensed as she recalled the...

"Here it fuckin' comes," said Brisa, eyes wide and unblinking.