Search results

Too busy to write a whole retrospective or anything, but many thanks to y'all for playing and kudos to Yellow and Inkedust for especially fantastic debut performances. Nice going! I'm interested in playing and hosting games of Mafia in the future~ In particular, I wouldn't mind being one to...

"Hey. Thanks," said Brisa, with a pained grunt. From Pine, that was a serious compliment. "I gotta say, I didn't even think I had that in me. You made me push myself further than ever before, partner." She looked to Starr with a fond glance. They really had outdone themselves, huh?

Gods damn but it was a good hurt. "Good show," she croaked, as she heaved herself onto her side to gasp for breath in the cratered ground. "What a fuckin' throwdown..." She looked to Starr. Did she . . . see how Brisa had done? ...Would she be proud?

"C'mon," panted Brisa, a wild grin all over her face, "let's see you knock me the fuck out with some actual goddamn effort, huh??" She couldn't beat him. But she could damn well make him work for it. And she could hit him as hard as fucking possible first, too. "Good enough fer ya??"

Starr's last showing was a wild, burning, supernova of a final attack, and though Pine was an immovable mountain, and struck Starr down in a flurry of godlike attacks, Brisa was reminded once again of that first time she'd really seen what Starr could do, as she laid into the dragons of...

"Good," said Brisa, noticing Starr's shoulders losing some tension. She leant in a little more. "Maybe not now, but whenever y'want to." They didn't have all the time in the world. But with things as they were, maybe they'd have time enough. <><><><><>

Their best, huh? Alright. She was tired, she was bruised, and victory looked unattainable, but they could do that. They could do that – together. "Let's show him just what th'two of us can do, Starr!" cried Brisa, running up alongside her friend. "Y'can go all-out, hit him with yer best shot –...

Brisa drew a long breath to match Dave's. Okay. They could get somewhere, maybe. "I just want you t'work with me," she said, quietly. "We can find the truth t'gether, if we trust each other. And I'm trustin' you." She needed to quell the tension in her torso. Her brain was filling up with...

Brisa stared at Dave, the lower lid of one eye and her upper cheek twitching as she processed his sheer anger and stupidity. She kept her voice steady, speaking calmly, to control the resentment that would spill out otherwise. She sounded like Ma. "I kept it to myself 'cause spillin' every new...

Brisa grit her teeth. "C'mon, Dave. I've been workin' my goddamn tail off tryin' to clear or implicate every last Guild an' God Squad member fer weeks now. Give me some fuckin' credit. I ain't decided nothin' fer sure yet." She eyed their respective shadows. Hers, weary and disapproving. His...

"Anythin' fer you, sweetheart," said Luz, gripping Cal's forearm for a moment. The other shade was a darn sight bigger than her now. Wasn't that something? She didn't think it right to put questions to Cal right now. She'd be alright given a spell to think it all over. And maybe a pleasant...

"Don't you worry none," said Luz gently. "I'll give him a kick in the posterior about it the second we get home." She let go, and went to board her hydreigon ride. "Safe travels, Remi."

Luz took a step towards Buffet . . . and paused. Whatever the vast context was for Cal's and Remi's conversation, however fleeting this encounter, and despite Remi's cheery disposition . . . this was still a person with some kinda tragedy in her heart. A person who, if you thought about it, was...

Luz looked on and smiled. "Look, I got nowhere t'be, and if y'wanted more time, that'd be just fine by me. It sure sounds like y'got what ya needed, though." She looked up at Remi, and tilted her head inquiringly. There was a lot she could ask. But it was Cal's place to do that, not hers. Not...

They were gonna lose. Harder than she'd even expected. Too bad, but at least she'd lose with Starr by her side, in spectacular fashion. She threw up some shields to parry some of her opponents' blows, and rushed Nanab while she was staggered with her very best shot. And in perfect coordination...

"That's true," said Brisa. "I've been tellin' folks we can't afford t'dispense with our powers just 'cause the feelings that come with 'em ain't easy." Starr had told her plenty about her old life, at the level of detail she wanted to. Brisa wanted to ask more, but she still had to let Starr...

Brisa grit her teeth and pushed through the pain of being hit almost to the point of unconsciousness in a single salvo, down from the strongest she'd ever felt. She knew Pine would be strong, but this was more than she'd even conceived of! Time to change targets, see if they could get anywhere...

"...That's right," said Brisa, softly. "You don't. You never have in all the time I've known ya. If there's any part of ya that believes y'were justified, it's buried so deep it's never let up. I ain't even sure there's such a part at all." She could feel her heart against her sternum. Was she...

Luz tried to get a read on Cal's face. Had all that apprehension just plain evaporated, 'cause of a good throwdown? "Cal, darlin'," she said, "congrats on yer evolution. That was one impressive performance! But are y'really done here so soon?"

Well, there was the answer to Brisa's musings about Starr's guilt. Her Radiance and Shadow were both about her guilt. She'd broken eye contact. Guilty, 'or whatever', she'd said. Best not to push too hard, perhaps, given Starr's clear reticence. But if Brisa didn't hear this, who would...