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Brisa gawked. "How in the blazes d'you think I coulda told the team about lure or about Soda bein' the Haze little by little with scarcely a day t'go before the mission?" Well, this wasn't working out. Naive optimism coming up against pragmatism was usually an unpleasant mix. She shook her head...

Brisa blew a sharp breath out of her nose. Sky and stars. Fine. "If nothin' I can say will make a difference, why even try?" She tilted her head and got to her feet. Everything still ached. "Maybe y'can say somethin' that makes a difference t'me, then. If I'd have spilled that information to...

"Ain't even the first time secrecy and need-to-know has mattered," muttered Brisa. She sighed. Okay, why not let Cynthian hear her out? Brisa looked Cynthian in the eye. "It's like this," she said. "We were in a position where Soda was assurin' us that Maple was corrupted due t'go berserk if'n...

Brisa shook her head. "It mattered enough t'ya t'come find me. So it matters. Spit it out, gal."

Brisa nodded vigorously, took the can with some care, and downed it in a continuous draught. "Thanks," she said, gasping. "Needed that." She caught her breath again, then tilted her head at Cynthian. "Were you, ah, lookin' fer me, partner?"

Brisa loped along her usual parkside route at a brisker pace than normal. Normal training no longer did enough to burn off her energy. Hell, even Colosseum matches weren't pushing her hard enough. She kept going, living more in her head than in her surroundings. She knew how to carry out a...

Gods fuckin' damnit will y'all cut it out? Use yer fuckin' badges so's I can concentrate. Telepathy ain't fer this shit.

Luz visits Flesh regularly just to keep him company. She introduces Brisa to him. Brisa is having trouble feeling comfortable around some of the team after the battle at the Tree of Life and is taking out her frustrations in the Colosseum. The crowds still like her.

Logging 4 hours combined total writing/drawing for the week. +9 HP, +118 Stm, +111 Atk.

"You're on, then," said Brisa, smiling warmly. "It's a date." This was good. Good for her, and good for her friend. Come time for the battle, win or lose, Brisa was rooting for Vix to find her courage. <><><><><>

She hadn't brushed off her death . . . right? She'd played it down, sure, 'cause people would freak out. And she tried not to think about it. That was only natural. She'd fucking died, you didn't just... That wasn't important. Not right now. "I surely appreciate that, Vix," said Brisa...

"Y'gotta know what yer problem is afore y'can do somethin' about it," replied Brisa, coming to sit next to Vix. _"It makes sense that you'd be scared. But it's time t'find yer courage and face whatever this is. And whatever it is, I promise, I'll stick with ya."

Brisa held the restrained whiplash in place, shedding Vix's shadow at the rate it built up. There'd be no shadowing on her watch. "Have ya asked Diyem why y'ain't the way ya expect t'be? Maybe that's yer next step, once you've taken a goddamn break. Ask fer help. You'll get it, if ya only ask."

Still connected by the whiplash tethers, Vix would feel Brisa's emotions rock and sway, from sympathy, to confusion, to mixed sorrow and embarrassment. "I ain't all that," murmured Brisa. "But it's a fine thing t'hear ya say so." She drew closer to Vix, still burning the shadows away with...

The tethers held, sparking where they met Vix's shadow, doing no serious damage, though she might wince at the burn. "Yeah," said Brisa. "Fer sure. Ain't you always wanted to be a hero? T'be strong, and fer folks to admire and respect that strength, 'cause you use it t'protect others? And...

Brisa was used to the idea that her own power was what gave her value. Vix, though...? Brisa had never wanted Vix's companionship for the sake of strength. If anything, it was that earnest appreciation of strength other than her own that made Vix good company. 'Actual' friends? What even was...

"It ain't gonna happen again!" insisted Brisa. "Get ahold of yerself, Vix. Isolation from anyone as cares about ya ain't no way to be!" She cast her gaze about, wondering if there was anyone who could come to her aid in time. Luz, maybe? I need you. ...No response. Fuck. "Vix, I need ya...

Vix was wrong, she was fucking wrong, damnit, this was just some shadowing bullshit. Her insecurities fucking with her good sense and reason. But it'd be an uphill struggle, persuading a badly shadowed Spectrum fighter to feel some other way. Fight or flight kicked in. Brisa chose to fight...

Well, there was the time her father ripped a memory out of her head when he came between her and her only friend, someone she could've loved. That same friend, who never had the guts to so much as write a letter afterwards. Her mother had left her to make her way in life alone before she was...

Brisa sighed. No agreeing to disagree, then? Okay. "It ain't like that. I got no experience of seein' zoroark any kinda way, they ain't around my part of my world fer anyone t'be suspicious of 'em. Hell, I gave him the benefit of the doubt fer exactly that reason long after I woulda gone to...