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Brisa's ears burned. It helped that she was so focused on the attack patterns she'd drilled with her friends, otherwise she'd be flustered. Zekrom wasn't using Attract, right? She'd better not be. That would spell disaster. Glancing to Starr, she saw the incineroar wouldn't be ready to...

So, the Dragon of Ideals. Brisa had been looking forward to this one since her first meeting with Zekrom. She'd been hoping to speak with her before the match, but then again, there was something that had held her back. Like she wasn't ready. Maybe she would be, once the match was over. Come win...

"What can we offer 'im?" muttered Brisa, thinking aloud. "I'll let ya get a free hit on me if'n ya tell us what y'call yerself," called Sombra. Brisa glowered at her Shadow. It wasn't like she didn't want that, but also, holy shit.

"Really, fella?" said Brisa, tilting her head at Bahamut. No matter. She walked forward to keep by Owen's side, and took a breath of dusty Voidlands 'air'. Nate had a good idea, throwing up a shield. She did the same, just in case. Swallowing hard, she considered what she could call out to the...

A hot shiver went down Brisa's back. Even knowing they outclassed Mewtwo compared to their last combat encounter with him, the mere presence of one of his species, of an ominous, hostile, alien presence, of a malicious Dark Matter entity... Yeah. That weren't exactly a delight. But she could...

Brisa rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck "Well, what're we waitin' fer?"

"I'm sore glad that you do," said Brisa. "And I'm sure the residents are too." She lounged back, sipping more cheri cider. She'd ruminated, at one point, about the shadow thoughts those two had expressed. But under this sun, seeing them at ease with each other, she couldn't think of a reason to...

"Understood, Chief," said Brisa, quietly. "I'll be ready." She was still tired, but she could tolerate the fatigue. And she'd rested as best she could. And most importantly, she wasn't alone. Even if she had barely spent time with Nate or Red. Yet. "Is kickin' his teeth in an option? Serious...

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Brisa swallowed. "Uhuh." Well, that potential contingency looked pretty flimsy after all. Still, maybe with the power of enough Blacklight... She shook her head clear. "It's too bad," she said, casually enough. "Might've solved some problems." She closed her eyes and soaked in the Paradise...

Brisa nodded. "It seems a runnin' theme fer Omen Heroes with human bodies that've passed away t'be 'stuck' the way they are. Figure there must be some reason Voices can't just magic up a replacement." Or create a human form for a born-'mon.

"Sure does," agreed Brisa. She took a sip of her drink. Shifting uncomfortably in her spot and biting her inner cheek, she considered the other thing she'd been wondering about. "It's sorta taken as a given that Voices can create pokémon bodies as vessels fer the souls of summoned humans," she...

Luz smiled at that, and the unease in her core settled just a little. Her 'bro', huh? Her brother. "Ha, okay. You got it." Big breath. Here goes. "I figured I was who Brisa always wanted t'grow up t'be, y'know? Ascended Zeraora, bold, brave, confident, charmin', always knows jus' what t'do...

Luz chuckled. "Is that so? I don't know that I'd credit that idea without some evidence t'speak fer it, or else Diyem's word, or somethin'." She received her cocktail and took a long sip. Her gel filled up with chilled, flavoured liquid, ice crystals and alcohol she couldn't get drunk off of...

Luz shrugged, and took a deep, fake breath. "It's been a weird time fer me lately, fella. Thought I had myself figured out, but it's just one thing after another lately. Supposedly you an' I are due to become some kinda eternatus-necrozma-dark matter critters at some juncture, if'n what we...

Luz strolled into the Cauldron with a smile on her face. Everyone seemed stressed out lately. A nice drink and chat with a friend sounded perfect right about now. "Howdy, Puddle," she called, lightly jogging up to the bar. "Thanks fer savin' me a seat, pal." She threw a lazy salute to the...

Brisa didn't jump in straight away. It wouldn't do to be hasty. Instead, she quietly took three small bottles of cheri cider from her basket and offered two to her companions, tail flicking. "If you have yer memories, and ya behave the same way, do the same things, say the same things as...

Brisa winced, only slightly. "Reckon I just had the same hunch you did," she said, quietly. There was a moment of quiet. The sun over Paradise warmed her fur. The smell of the food they'd been consuming remained in the air. In the distance, someone laughed. All the while, Pine's other body...

Brisa thought carefully about what they told her. She remembered a sliver of information about one of the posse who'd faded back into their own world. Golett Ashwood. A former human. They'd said... That this universe had been a game where they came from. "Makes enough sense to me," she said...

"That's the rest of my official statline," said Brisa, not sure what else to say, or whether to be impressed or disturbed. "I'd bet money that the 'weird names' you're seein' are my Blacklight powers. Void Arcstrike, an' the like." Brisa scratched her cheek and furrowed her brow. "Y'can't just...