Search results

Brisa strolled out onto the Colosseum field with a kind of delight in her she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since... Well, not since before all the spy bullshit. Not since going up against Ho-oh. Funny, that. The feeling inside her was somewhere between that intense joy of going into battle...

"As y'say, partner." Brisa conserved her energy, using little darting Quick Attack jabs to pop Owen's defenses and force him into taking a hit or two. Nothing serious. But it'd certainly build up an immobilising effect. Some shit's gonna happen, you know. This is Owen we're talkin' about...

Interesting. "Have it your way, fella." Brisa focused on her ideals, drew on the intent to push herself to her limit, and felt the potent mix of joy, pain, and electrical current that accompanied a Brilliant Paragon. Then she kited Owen, looking for an opening, wary of his stance . . . and...

"Whatever y'need," she replied. "I figured you might wanna let loose somehow. Show me what ya got." Brisa's fur ignition was a little smoother this time. The burn... felt different. She shivered, shook off the feeling, and built up charge.

Brisa shrugged. "Any number of things. Yer Blacklight developin', the stress of keepin' yer feelings bottled an' containin' yer Perceive, yer encounter with more exotic energies in the Tree, yer 'threshold of power' y'mentioned earlier... Any of that intuit as plausible?" She furrowed her brow...

"Yeah. I gotcha." Brisa sighed. "We gotta talk t'Diyem anyway, 'bout that shit we discussed at Zekrom's place. I meant every word in there, y'know. Team's fuckin' organisationally dysfunctional. If y'wanna separate out the, uh, sleeper agent thing from that we can have that talk without Pop...

Brisa nodded and gave Owen a begrudging frown of understanding. "Ain't really my thing, but I'll be honest, nothin' surprises me 'bout you no more, partner. Anyway, ah, it's an option. I'd just have t'be faster'n you in an emergency scenario, I guess." She skewed her mouth and tilted her head...

"I'll stick my neck out fer you whatever anyone says," said Brisa, without hesitation. "As fer what to do... I might have a couple ideas." She rubbed her chin with her paw in thought as her tail traced her mnemonic circular patterns. "We could take you to the experts in psychology an'...

The fear in Brisa's chest spiked at that. No, no, he wouldn't. Or if he would, it wouldn't really be death. Owen would just... He'd return to his world. He'd leave you. "Do you... D'y'know if he listens t'me much?" she asked. "I uh..." Y'think about how much you love people all damn day, of...

Brisa gave Owen a slight, slow nod, and inhaled deeply. "Yeah. Tryin' t'think fast enough on my feet to say stuff as would tip you off without forcin' the issue was the best I could think of t'do under the circumstances. It helped that I didn't have t'think of any lies, or nothin'." She bit her...

Brisa followed Owen and took up a meditative position of her own, following his lead. They hadn't done a lot of this together – she was too restless – but she knew how. She listened with the same attentiveness he'd showed her. When he came to a full pause, then she replied. "It's good of you to...

Brisa beamed, eartips flushing. "Ah, that's grand! I can't fuckin' wait." She really couldn't. If she could help it . . . they were gonna have the time of their lives. <><><><><>

"Spa, huh? Sounds fantastic. I've never been to a spa," said Brisa, her voice turning ever so slightly wistful. "Never was an option before, never occurred to me to take the time out fer it here." She looked at Starr, at her satisfied, enthusiastic grin, and felt her chest swell at the thought...

Brisa steeled herself, even as her heart sank. She had never meant to hurt him, goddamnit. "I'm tellin' you now," she said, trying to keep her agitation out of her voice. "It's why I brought you here. So that if the reason fer it was somethin' that'd mess you up, you wouldn't have to process it...

Brisa rested her head on one paw, and thought about that for a second. Starr couldn't be used to having any kind of celebration for an occasion like this, given her past. Neither had Brisa, given her own. And Cibus was nothing if not extraordinary in its hospitality... "If you could do...

Brisa's brows went up with surprise. "Huh. Y'know, I think I realised after a couple weeks here that the calendar was different an' gave up keepin' track. I oughta figure out how long 'til I hit twenty-one. So, uh... how old are you turnin', partner?" Brisa had fuck-all experience buying or...

Brisa nodded, pawing the back of her head self-consciously. "Yeah, even after months on Cibus, things have mever been calm enough fer folks to get a real handle on stable relationships, it sure seems. I couldn't help but get my hopes up about a gal or two, but..." She looked away, muzzle askew...

For a moment, Brisa remembered the isolation and aversion to such bonds Bone had described, before she'd come to terms with being a pokémon. Jesse, Thyme... It seemed so common for humans to have difficulty adjusting to the idea of love-partnership with 'mon. What was the relationship between...

Brisa had barely been expecting an actual answer, so she listened carefully, nodding. Starr liked gals too? That was good. Why was it good? Brisa blinked away the stray thought and met Starr's casually expectant face with a more even expression. "I'd wondered about that, awhile back," she...

"Maybe I will!" Brisa retorted, uselessly. But Starr's laughter and the physical touch were relaxing her too much to be genuinely annoyed. Her face emerged from her paws and she sheepishly looked to the side. "I actually check sometimes before a fight, just in case. So you might even be right...