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Oh hell, was Soda planning on doing something that might result in getting killed or going missing somehow? He was a God Squaddie, so whatever he had in mind would have to be spectacularly high stakes. Unless he was just being careful about a vulnerable friend... Were there drawers that might...

Luz chuckled. "I don't doubt ya! Maybe we'll have to take him on last of all. But I bet we can do it if we get a fair bit stronger, an' take him on three-at-a-time the way we've been doin' so far. I think we're fightin' Truffle next! Say, Flesh, do y'all have a pen an' paper I can borrow...

"Hey," said Luz, with as disarming a smile and spread arms as she could muster, "the team were worried for a spell that folks'd see their wild Blacklight powers as pretty scary. Turns out the crowd love that stuff. They were big fans of Leg when she went all-out recently. I bet you'd do fine...

Luz grinned enormously. "Is that so? Well, I can help with that! I'll find out from someone in the Guild what a good forest might be and I'll spend an afternoon with ya keepin' company while you chow down. As fer the Colosseum... Well, of course I'd be happy to go see a match with ya. So would...

Luz squinted at the questionable magazines. What was that Soda feller into, anyhow? She nodded agreeably. "Yeah, the folks on Cibus sure seem nice. They've accepted the shades easily enough. Weren't hard fer the team and even Dark Matter 'imself t'get in good with the authorities by provin'...

"Lucky thing they found ya, then," mused Luz. "Can't see as you'd have done too well without 'em. Now that you're part of the team, I take it yer life ain't too bad, huh?" Luz looked around, casually, wondering what kind of home life these two had, anyway. Would anything about their rooms tell...

Luz nodded. "It ain't my specialty, but I can give it a go, I guess. It's just hard not to be a li'l cross with my siblings for bein' so gosh-darn irrational. I know yer right about Joule, though. I never met a 'mon that means so well as he does, I think." She gave Flesh another smile. "What's...

Luz grimaced. "Many of us are afraid of him, yeah. I'm not. He's done nothin' t'make us scared, if'n ya ask me. Hell, I'm glad t'think that I could be part of him again if I ever wanted that. So, no. I ain't worried about it." She rubbed her cheek and sighed. "The fire dragon's daughter is...

Luz insists casually but firmly, to any shade that asks, that the fretting about Joule is unwarranted. She feels like she's not supposed to be relieved that he could reabsorb her if she asked, and a rare edge of defensive hostility can be heard in her voice as she defends the necrozma's personal...

Luz nodded, smiled. Gee, the big guy was kinda sweet. "Yeah, I think talking in general can be hard. If you can find people with the right kinda patience or whatever else, it's worth it, though, right? Like the fire dragon. He is nice, ain't he? I'm his friend, too. I can be yer friend, if'n...

Luz peered at the device and the hologram. What a marvel. And she'd no idea it existed. "Remarkable! Nobody ever said ya had somethin' like this. I'm sure more folks'd come hang out with ya if'n they had any idea they could hold down a conversation with ya."

"Bean?" asked Brisa, confused for a second. "Ah, no. Not Bean. Fugu. The samurott?" She scratched her cheek, wondered how much to tell Dave if he didn't ask. Or if he did.

"Thank ye kindly, partner," drawled Luz, as she helped herself to a drink. Juice was nice. It was tasty. She leaned on a wall and watched Flesh at first, as he concentrated on his device. "So, what's that y'got there, pal?" she asked, ears perked.

Ah, yes. The language barrier. Not insurmountable, apparently, but still a barrier to communication that represented a lot of time and effort just to talk to one shy critter. Maybe they could play charades? Luz smiled at Flesh, and gave him a little wave. "Howdy, fella? I'm Luz, I'm a Team...

The house of Flesh and Soda was an imposing one, to be sure. For Flesh's sake, naturally. Big feller. Luz pulled one corner of her mouth down, tilted her head, and crossed her arms as she scrutinised the abode from outside. In finding new things to do with herself during this odd lull in...

...A'ight. I'm gonna let y'all take this one. Be smart about it, okay? I'm trustin' you guys.

Brisa shrugged and took up a sprawl on the backless couch she preferred, pried the cap off her drink, and took a swig first. "Comin' to terms with my limits. Tryin' t'learn how to relax. Live a little. It don't come too easy t'me." She sighed, and lightly shook her mane. "Also, I guess I'm in...

Brisa grimaced. "Our worlds sound downright heavenly compared to that. Salt an' sand. Bear with me." She finished the task at paw and fetched a beer for each of them. Nothing strong or fancy, but that was probably for the best. She'd been drinking . . . more than might be wise, of late. The...

"Welcome back," called Brisa, from the kitchenette, amid industrious efforts to wash up. "Any news to tell, fella?" She didn't pause the work, but she did look over her shoulder and add, "Care fer a drink of some description?" The presence of Shadow put a cool edge on her happiness to have...

Chief, yer head ain't right. We came here t'protect this world. Eien is sufferin' a Blacklight corruption, an' it's affectin' Xerneas, an' now you! Get a goddamn grip. Now.