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"...huh? Lugia? Yeah, she's single." Brisa's brain caught up with her mouth a second too late, and processed Starr's devilish grin with utter horror. "W-wait, I—" Brisa's ears went into meltdown, and she covered her face, half expecting her burning cheeks would set fire to the couch...

"Thank you," moaned Brisa, face pressed against the couch. "It's just one more setback makin' me wonder if people actually like an' respect me, though. If they're so prepared to get this fuckin' mad at me fer that shit. Had enough on my mind already about findin' a date." Starr was making one...

Brisa stared at Starr, eyes widening, before grabbing the couch cushion beside her, pressing her face into it, and letting out a long, low, tortured yowl. "Exactly fuckin' that!" she wailed. "Starr, that's practic'ly word fer word what I said to Cynthian? It's like they're all off their...

Brisa groaned through clenched teeth. Where to begin? Most recent development, maybe. "Just finished havin' it out with Cynthian 'fore I came home," she said. "Gal came up to me while I was burnin' anger in the Park to demand I explain myself, again, 'bout why I could possible countenance not...

Brisa chuckled sheepishly. "Well, it's a good time fer me. Fightin' with no real stakes, bein' celebrated fer it. And I need the chance to blow off that much steam, what with how things are right now. You oughta be glad you skipped the last team meetin'. It was a fuckin' shitshow." She scowled...

Brisa felt half the tension in her evaporate and smiled to herself. Would've come over anyway. She didn't have to feel bad about asking at all. Also, she'd brought food... Candied fruits. Popcorn. Honeycomb. Gods yes, thank you Starr. "You're just straight up savin' my life today, huh," she...

Brisa nodded, and limbered up, anticipating a good fight soon enough. "I know what y'mean. I feel it too. There's this potential, just waiting fer the right push. It's like . . . a yearnin', inside..." Maybe it would come out now. Maybe not til later. But if it was what it would take them to...

Brisa nodded. "That's about what I'd been expectin'. That ability... Meringue had it too. Multiscale. He had a way of reactivatin' it one time only. I wouldn't be surprised if she could do the same or better." She'd studied Lugia's demonstration of weather-mastery. It sure had seemed as if it...

Brisa grinned. "Well, I got challenges accepted from Truffle and Flesh, but no word from Cabot about availability in his schedule. So, ah. I'm up 'gainst Lugia pretty soon. Then after her, Team Drumstick. Then who knows what next? Our visit to Zekrom had me itchin' t'challenge her, too." She...

"Followin' up on some things," replied Brisa. "Our recent chat with Zekrom left me wonderin' that y'might have more steam to let off than y'can let off alone, or purely by trainin'. Though it'd be good to get some serious trainin' in. Got some high level Colosseum opponents comin' up in my...

Brisa beamed, and closed her eyes to savour the moment. This unexpected meeting was something she hadn't realised she'd needed. And now she had the perfect opponent for Starr and Astrid to join her against... "I want nothin' short of yer full splendour, ma'am," she said, firmly. "Anythin'...

Brisa bore Lugia's demonstration with stoic determination, focused on measuring the power on display, and paid as close attention as she could to Lugia's technique, watching to see if this were a suite of moves on display or some idiosyncratic ability she'd developed. Even as she analysed, even...

Lugia's warning put a thrill in Brisa's blood. How strong was she, uncorrupted and facing off against a mere three mortals? "It'd be a privilege and a pleasure to battle you, win or lose," said Brisa, sparks crackling in her mane. "But I'll do my utmost to win. Even if I gotta dig deep and go...

Brisa grinned. Tenacity in the face of defeat, joining with your opponents to get stronger? Best way to deal with life. "You know, I'm goin' up against Team Drumstick in the Colosseum right soon. I gather they're not as strong as they were, but I'm sure it'll be quite a fight! And now I find...

Decades, huh? A whole mortal lifespan, potentially. "If he only trains with you, you'll always have an edge over him," offered Brisa. "He oughta take some more challengers in the colosseum. Although, by now there're a few in the posse who might have it in 'em to take him on, I expect. We're a...

"Pop? I'd believe it. That fella is a thoughtful, considerate sort t'be sure. I like him more'n well enough." Brisa was half expecting to generate some offense. Laughter was a more pleasant surprise still. Felt kinda good, getting that kind of response from a 'mon like this. She thought of what...

Brisa chuckled slightly. "Y'don't strike me as one to rely on anyone but yerself, no." It felt fucking weird relating to a god and finding herself wanting to give advice that she herself was barely able to take. What the hell would Lugia think of her? But things were going fine so far. And they...

Brisa made a sympathetic grimace. "Sounds like my former life. Never a day off, and responsibility fer folks' safety ended with me. 'Course, someone else could take over, nothin' stoppin' that but fer that I never felt like I could force the issue. Even the weeks without incident were no less...

Brisa tried picturing the 'mon in front of her as an aggron – it wasn't so hard, actually. Serious, stoic, and tough as nails. Her personality matched the species' reputation. "You talk about the change t'come in terms of yer duty to the world," said Brisa, carefully, conscious of herself...

Brisa considered that. Details of lives long-passed being lost to the powers of recollection seemed to be a recurring problem for ancients like Lugia. What did that do to a person? Was it something the Wandering Light could speak of...? "Making an entirely new life does sound daunting,"...