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Brisa rolled her eyes and looked away. "'Sides gettin' absolutely shitfaced?" she asked. The sarcasm tasted foul in her mouth, and she apologised immediately. "In all seriousness, I don't really know. I don't know when a good time would be. We got more matches comin' up, our most dangerous...

Brisa met Fugu's gaze for a bit, and bit her lip. She ran through every excuse, all the possible deflections. Fugu didn't let her get away with many of those. Good. That's why Brisa came here. "Fer a long time, I sure wouldn't," she said, quietly. "But maybe I could do it now. Guess I gotta...

Brisa nodded, slowly. "I ain't said this out loud afore now. But yeah. Both my partners in the fight with Lugia. At some point or other, I reckon I fell in love with them." She laughed at herself, a tiny, voiceless sound. "I love real hard an' fast, y'know. I'm used t'keepin' it in as best I...

Brisa wiped her face dry, and took a shuddering breath, and then another, until she felt steady. "Yeah." She blew out a long, low breath. "Guess I got scared after we split fer the day. Life right now is full of uncertainty, and huge stakes, an' all that. I wasn't ready t'let go of how good...

Brisa had done this more than once. Her own feelings filled her head like empathy for a stranger and, as always, her heart ached for this person, this victim of circumstance, who was yearning and striving so, so desperately. It would hit in a moment. She waited for the emotions to implode. Oh...

Brisa and Luz both check in on Truffle and Leg to see how they're doing with Maple incapacitated.

Astrid's eyes, sparkling. Starr's laughter. Owen's smile. The taste of greasy, sun-warmed Colosseum stands food. Owen talking passionately about more opponents to come. Starr telling Puff to clear off for five goddamn minutes before asking his questions. Astrid leaning her shoulder against...

It was so obvious she felt stupid. "Fightin' by my friends' side, seein' 'em at their best, exertin' myself to the sound of cheers, my opponent's respect, the closest, grandest battle I ever fought!" She whirled and spun, using her limbs in ways a luxray never could, but which were familiar in...

Her lightning fists were frenetic, but it didn't matter. The point was to communicate, not to win. Y'could probably win, if y'weren't so fuckin' outta focus. "If I didn't have a choice, I could bear it," came Brisa's own words, surprising her. "Back when I felt my duty was an unbreakable...

You know what the sacrifice would be. Brisa growled and kept up her relentless pace, the plasma sustaining her to the point where she felt this could go on all day. Good. Let it. "Legendary protectors don't get to have a normal life as well," she snapped, the answer invisible to her right up...

"I'd spend the years if I had the choice," cried Brisa, her voice subtly different in her altered form. If Fugu was fazed to fight a legendary, even a fake one, she didn't show it. "But I gotta pay that price, fer the world's sake!" "I'll fight through anything if it's the right thing to do,"...

Thunder, but she needed a battle. And against Fugu, she could safely let loose. Is that right? Y'got a lot more power now'n last time. Brisa's fur bloomed into white plasma as she kicked her chair away and snarled with pure emotional frustration. She lashed out at Fugu, electricity at her...

Brisa groaned. "How could I tell somethin' like that? I've imagined it a thousand times as a kid, but..." Starr looked relieved to see ya back to yer normal self. "It's all too muddled up. And it ain't a real zeraora body anyway. I still had my luxray vision, I still looked more or less like...

"Could be? I feel like they're two different things. Y'can try to become a human, or y'can try to become a zeraora, but y'sure can't have two true forms yer meant to take, right? 'Less, maybe, it's a choice. 'Cause I get that they're similar concerns." She chewed the inside of her cheek...

Brisa scratched her cheek fur in thought, tail tapping the ground in discomfort. "Well, I sure ain't trained under a zeraora and been ascended. So I ain't earned shit. That's one way of lookin' at it. I didn't become a zeraora I just looked like one 'cause I guess I still secretly think I could...

Brisa tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "It don't feel like it, in a sense... But I tell ya, when Starr asked me if it were permanent, I kinda... I kinda hoped it would be, like Owen's transformation. 'Cause maybe that'd mean it were really my true self. It'd prove that I was..." What a...

Brisa nodded, reverently. "Yeah. Ain't done it again since, but... I can feel the potential fer it, linin' my skin. I could do it any time, easy as breathin'. Hell, while I took that shape . . . it felt better'n the usual exertion I'm under durin' a fight. Like I could sustain myself fer ever...

Brisa gave Fugu her driest smile. "Thank ye kindly. But if'n y'heard about the Lugia match, surely you've heard more'n that. Why I'm here. Nevermind this 'somethin' different' conjecture, there's no way y'ain't heard what I turned into." She sniffed, and held steady, with her gaze on the...

"Howdy, Fugu." How did you open a discussion about turning into a zeraora out of fucking nowhere? Except, it wasnt out of nowhere, because it made sense, it could only ever have happened that way, it proved— Not a goddamn thing, an' you know it. Brisa shook her head, and took the chair meant...

Potluck, huh? Could be fun. Could be challenging. Brisa talked it over with her friends as they ate on the steps of Destiny Colosseum, and was pleased to learn that Astrid especially was keen to fight another exploding fighter. Gods, what a relief that she'd found some way to fight without...