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Brisa listened, and nodded, and winced in empathy as Dave related the story. When he was done, she dipped her ears and flicked her tail. "Shit, that's just all kinds of dreadful," she said, dumbly. "I'm sorry, too." She paused, thought, swallowed. Another of Dave's kids, a half-human who...

Brisa shook her head. "I knew y'had kids besides Mia. Nothin' much about 'em, though. Somethin' happen to her...?" She couldn't help but look sympathetic before he'd even said anything. Looking at him hungover and in need of a bath, it was easy to assume everything about his life had gone to...

This topic again, with that weird hostility Dave had sometimes about stuff. It was true enough. Nobody else had unleashed a legendary form, as such. Well, there was Celeste, with his rainbow wings so reminiscent of Ho-oh's. Not quite as unsubtle as her own shift, to be fair. She shrugged, and...

Obvious enough, then. At least to some. Was she being too obvious? Yikes. Brisa grimaced and contemplated just how badly asking someone out could go. She'd read some dramatic enough rejections in her romance pulps. Or there were . . . the couple times she'd ever given someone a love confession...

"Yeah, she seemed antsy. Figured she needed t'feel like things could be normal, so obviously I got her t'hit the Colo. Been meanin' t'have a more considered conversation, though..." Brisa's ears flattened back and she bowed her head. There'd be no hiding after a reaction like that, oof...

Yeah, that tracked with everything Starr had ever said. Brisa was good, and her fears of being a danger were unfounded. Starr had actually harmed people, terribly, deliberately, irrevocably. Starr sure believed that. And she wasn't stupid, either, but... She sure did more than just hurt people...

Brisa nodded, and hated that most of what she felt was relief, that Starr had let on to someone that she'd killed people – you always kinda believed that, huh – and that person had been Dave, and he'd taken it this way. This way, and not . . . worse. "Thanks fer havin' her back," Brisa said...

"Not in so many words, but I figure she was goddamn young, yeah. Seventeen when Diyem called her, recruited some years before . . . naturally she was a kid at the time." Dave could just be remarking on something he found disturbing or pushing this 'Starr had no choice' angle or something else...

"You'd be right," said Brisa, nodding slowly. "I've been tellin' her as much since we were trapped in that fuckin' pit t'gether fer a couple days an' nights." She put a paw to one of the sore spots on her other foreleg and winced. It had been a hell of a beating. Worth it, to get Starr through...

"T'this an' that degree, yeah." Brisa finished the coffee, put a couple drops of lum and persim tincture in it for the hangover, and brought it over to Dave with a frown. "Drink up. And maybe go easy on that shitty beer. Ain't right, havin' you stumble about lookin' three steps from keelin'...

"Mm? Yeah." Brisa looked up again, wondered if Dave ought to have someone take him to get fucking medical attention, by thunder. Or at least a coffee and a painkiller. Yeah. Brisa got up and went to sort that out for the mightyena, talking from the kitchenette as she did. "Yeah, she's...

Brisa looked up from her spread of notes on the coffee table in the living area and assessed Dave. He looked like shit, he looked drunk, he looked depressed. Pretty normal for him, lately. Wind and weather... "Y'need a paw?" she asked, naked concern bleeding into her voice. Hopefully he'd do...

Cryptic as always, Bahamut. You have a swell day.

That's what we have telepathic sendin' fer.

[Brisket > Team Spectrum]: something we ought to know about, bahamut? [Zest > Team Spectrum]: inb4 the answer is no 😼

From the stands, Brisa watched the match with some friends, a huge grin plastered all over her face. Beside her were Koa, both of their familiars, and Astrid and Starr of course. Perfect. She stole some of Starr's popcorn with a chuckle. What better way to spend an afternoon, besides being in a...

Luz watched, both fascinated in her traditional way by anything new and alarming, but also with that tugging, sickening feeling in her core when you're helpless to help someone, you so-called 'hero'. Well, there was no sense in not trying. "Petram, darlin'," she said, bending to one knee and...

Luz flashed a v-sign back with a grin. "Sure, pal. Let's have one!" If he didn't want to talk about his troubles to her, that was fine. He might change his mind later, and that was fine too. "I reckon all us shades have had an identity crisis to contend with by now," she mused. "But mine has...

Luz held in a squeak of delight at how gosh-darn cute Soul was. Oh, oh, oh bless, oh how sweet, her heart—! "Uh, it's good to seeya," she said, beaming, and sneaking a little stroke of her friend's head. She turned to the other fox-shade. "So, Petram. Got troubles on yer mind?"

Luz's ears perked and she looked away from the storefront where she'd been window shopping, and gave her fellow shades a smile and a wave. "Hey, howdy Soul! And Petram! Didn't see y'all there. Don't sweat yer appearance, there's plenty of 'mon as have a more fearful appearance than that, and...