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Brisa responded with a wry grin. "My original body is unsightly-powerful, but I ain't exactly celebrated fer strength back home. I dunno about fear. Maybe . . . resent, is the right word. I resent that I gotta look forward t'that. I wanna do what I'm good at fer the sake of those as I can help...

Brisa sat down as well, and the Radiance faded. Her every follicle stung, but the tension from before had left her. Worthwhile, all things considered. And that was, in a way, a compliment from a Legend that she'd just received. She smiled a little at that. "Y'have my word that I'll do my utmost...

Brisa didn't dispell the energy within and around her just yet. Who knew if Lugia would keep testing her? "Thank you, ma'am," she said, taking a neutral stance that could work for attentive listening while also permitting quick response to further strikes. "Though I weren't expectin' t'be set...

What the fuck— Radiance came without conscious thought, her unfiltered intent to survive overriding everything else. She tried to dodge, too, of course, but the golden shield around her couldn't hurt. Though this technique sure hurts, don't it? Especially when you use it alone. But who was...

The pebble beach was a good place to brood. If you wanted to keep away from things for a bit, avoid half the team, get some time alone... Hard to go wrong with a forbidding location like this. Plus there were often storms. If Brisa ever really needed to let loose, she could probably duel one...

Brisa nodded, grinning. "Yeah, s'fuckin' cold out here, ain't it." She turned to head off, looking back over her shoulder at her friend – Astrid, her friend – as she came along too. "I'm sorry too," she said, softly. "But if it ain't okay now, it's gonna be okay real soon." She really did...

"I don't plan on givin' up on you," said Brisa, her spoken words matching the Radiance-soaked feelings passing along her whiplash. "Of course I wanna see you at yer best. I've never believed that detonin' with light is the most y'can do. You're far more remarkable than that." Brisa closed the...

Whiplash was mostly unilateral. It conveyed Brisa's feelings, Brisa's thoughts, to her target. But there was always a little backwash in there too... An insight into the heart she was opening herself to. And right now that strange intuition told her that Astrid was, more than anything, scared...

Brisa had been ready to try, desperately, to speak on Astrid's pain, on her strength, on her belonging. Then, that question. Other thoughts fell, with the snow, into blankness. ...So, Astrid had heard her. And perhaps having heard it had been a reason, in part, for all this. Or at least it had...

Brisa swallowed hard. So this was about the dying. One way or another. "This is no way t'spend yer days, temporary circumstance or not," she said, feeling like she was treading on ice, both figurative and actual. "We don't know how much time we got left, and we oughtn’t to waste it. And...

Brisa sucked cold air through her teeth. She knew Astrid had become reclusive to the team in general, but this...? "Yer havin' memory problems?" she asked, the anger vanished from her voice. "Or like . . . hallucinations? What kinda shit d'you mean?" Astrid didn't seem all there as she stared...

Brisa followed Astrid's gaze. The training was working, evidently. "Well you're sure makin' a success of yer self-detonin' stratagem," she drawled. "What I don't understand is why y'got such a need to escape. Before th'fight with Joule, I thought things were pretty damn good. Was lookin'...

"I'm as far out as it takes t'find you," replied Brisa. She took a steadying breath. She didn't have much idea what was even going through Astrid's mind right now. Not after this long. She didn't know what the ninetales needed. What she wanted. What she herself wanted, for that matter. "I...

The crackling fizz and surging light of Radiance was Brisa's next trail to follow. Flashes like that could only be from a potent user of Radiance, and who would be training alone out here but Astrid? Brisa passed by one wound in the earth and then another, wincing as she imagined the kind of...

"Ms. Ninetales Cucumber? I'm afraid she's already been discharged. Against medical advice, but we're used to that from her." "Yeah. Same here. Thank ye kindly, ma'am. Any idea where she went?" "Well, not as such, but she only left moments ago. I'm sure if you contacted her on her badge, she...

She'd have to talk to Pine properly one of these days. She'd been meaning to for awhile. Always too many things to do... And she'd just been planning on taking Owen to the bunker to give him some breathing room. Although he did look like he was enjoying that cake. "If y'got lessons, I would be...

After a short, restless nap, a cold drink, and an angry, bewildered scroll through a group comms backlog in which her teammates bickered about Vix fucking dying, again, Brisa clawed at her cheek fur and tapped out a text to Starr. Yeah, she needed a break, and a friend to be with who was fucking...

Brisa's tail perked up at that. Echo seemed like the kind of upbeat critter who'd be delightful in amy company, but still. The shade had, for a moment, let her feel like maybe she deserved a break from all the shit, too. Bless him. She was glad Koa had a companion like that. Funny thing. He's a...

Brisa, a trainer? ...Well, it wasn't like she hadn't spent half her working hours on Cibus giving combat tuition, pep talks, building people up... Weird that she always thought of herself as a pokémon and here was Echo, adapting within seconds to the idea that she was just as human as she was...

No wonder Koa responded so well to praise. The poor kid had some high fucking bar of some kind set for him back home, or that he'd set for himself. Something to do with that legendary fixation of his, no doubt. The question was, did Koa have something to live up to, or something to do better...