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Luz blew out air in her best approximation of a low whistle. "That sure is some heavy thinkin' right there, partner." She offered a placating paw, comforting Petram by gripping his shoulder. Maybe if she spoke honestly about what resonated with her from what he'd said, she could help. "I feel...

Brisa smirked, tail flicking with excitement. "He can take more hits like that, an' he's gettin' stronger every minute. Don't count the chief out jus' yet."

Brisa shuddered, Radiance cascading off her fur. She winced at the searing pain in her skin, but at least she could put up a shield in a flash. She briefly considered volunteering for Chip's testing, remembered Starr spewing invective and raining down fire on her, and reconsidered. "Vicious...

They were strong, undeniably so, but they had limits to their strength. This fight was a rare opportunity to study the limits of Diyem's and Maple's abilities. Brisa watched enraptured, mentally composing plans for taking on either of them in this or that squadron configuration. Diyem would need...

"I wonder how they behave when they ain't saturated with Blacklight corruption," thought Brisa out loud. She walked up to the glass and watched their movements, wondering if she'd react fast enough if one made a break for her.

Brisa kept eyeing Dave, hoping her help would make a difference for him, playing out the merits of removing all alcohol from the house. It wasn't fun worrying about him, but at least it was grounding. "Howdy, Lexx," she said, quietly, wondering whether the familiar gave much of a shit about how...

"Thanks, Dad," said Brisa, her voice soaked with relief. Better drop the topic for now. He'd agreed, she'd got what she wanted. Dave usually followed through if he said he'd do something. And hey, Mia had taken her side after all. Good. Brisa still wasn't sure how to interact with her outside...

Brisa nodded. "It can do. Fugu's help has done me plenty of good. Got me to take better care of myself. Lotta kinds of therapy ain't so dissimilar to persuasion, though. You'll well know that our Dave ain't easily persuaded of shit." Humour to cope with concern. And gods, she was concerned...

"Depends on which kind yer talkin' about," said Brisa, wondering if she was going to have to restrain the idiot fella she'd taken to calling 'Dad' just so he wouldn't do himself a nuisance. "Fer instance, a common form of therapy fer emotional wellbein' is just to talk about yer problems. A...

"Sounds like important work as can wait 'til tomorrow," said Brisa, firmly. She returned with the coffee and a smile. "Howdy, Mia. He's not his best, but would y'mind stickin' around t'give a better chance of him takin' any of my goddamn advice?" Her tail flicked and she tipped her chin at...

Brisa got to work making a new coffee. It occurred to her to make it with particular effort, maybe add a slice of nomel or something, to give Dave something to be pleased about but the best thing was probably familiarity and straightforward rapidity. "Y'ain't fine, an' I don't wanna hear a word...

Brisa frowned, and shifted in her seat, leaning towards Dave. "Dad, you're not okay. Y'hear me? Y'need some goddamn rest. Look, lemme fix ya up another of those coffees." She moved to head over to the kitchenette again, snagging his mug with one paw. Fuck. Okay. She needed to make sure he...

Brisa made a mental note to talk to him more about Jean and the others later. Not now. Salt and sand... "Y'ain't the first person t'be unsettled by memory loss an' what it could mean fer our motivations," she said, drumming her claws on the couch. "We wanna believe that what's important to us...

Brisa nodded. It had stopped being a vague suppressed yearning months ago already. She'd talked about it frankly enough to plenty of Cibus natives, including in interview. So. Sure. "Yeah, the only things tyin' me to my home are my estranged blood family, this golett who I was givin' some aid...

"Well, like I said, she's scarce these years. Lotta folks ain't got much picture of her at all. But she don't figure into their way of doin' things." Brisa scratched her cheek with one paw. "Somethin' tells me they'd find issue with her the way they do with me."

Brisa had given up arguing with that sentiment a while ago. Dave wasn't about to start caring about the wellbeing of townie assholes any time soon. Besides, it felt kinda good to hear someone fight her corner, even if it was just with invective into empty air. "Yeah, kinda," she replied...

Brisa laughed. "Somethin' like that." Wind and weather, he sure did get pissed off whenever something wasn't fair. He and Pa were alike in that way.

"I guess. Bein' a Legendary ain't like holdin' public office. Zeraora don't get no say in how things are run or whatever. More like emergency services, y'know?" She grinned drily. "Besides, I'm not eligible t'run fer public office back home anyway."

Brisa shrugged again. "So far as I can tell from all the fuckin' folk tales an' scraps of old journals I could find, Luz could offer the successorship to someone she considered worthy, or someone could approach her with the intent of becomin' an aspirant." She smiled vaguely at something her...

Brisa sighed, and mvoed on from the topic of Dave's poor kid. It was hard to know how to reassure him about anything, anyway... "Yeah, so the stories say. I heard once that Zeraora Luz has been around a few centuries, and that there were a different zeraora before her. In Cibus it's a matter of...