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"But I'm so afraid," whispered Luz. "All the time. I ain't self assured, I just acted that way outta ignorance until the very first time somethin' spooked me an' then I folded like a house o' cards." "Really?" said Luz, folding her arms. "We're doing the 'courage is being afraid and acting...

The shade's mouth wobbled, and her ears pinned back. For a second, her body lost definition, looked more like tar than fur, before returning to the carefully sculpted form she presented. "But I don't– I can't..." She clenched her fists, and it hurt that there was no muscle there to clench...

The grin on White's face actually looked like the one Black usually wore. If only for a moment, before the serious look returned. "You have memories since you started existing, right? Those were your choice. And the way I figure it, there ain't a difference between what you care about and what...

White Luz laughed at that. "As much as anyone else is, I expect. Look, y'all are pretty young, I take it? Here's something it might help you to hear." The zeraora walked forward, until she was standing very nearly right up against her dark mirror. "Nobody is supposed to exist. They don't...

"Y'could do it as a favour to me," drawled Brisa. "Or 'cause it would make ya stronger fer the team. Or 'cause ya get a battle high just the same as I do, an' combat is healthier than this stuff." She tapped her bottle with a claw to emphasise her point. "I won't pester ya, though. It ain't...

White sniffed. "I have never met Brisa of my clan. These memories... They are only stories about what I represent to the Escarpa. You say you were born with them, that they are your identity?" The zeraora's face tensed in what could have been pain. Maybe pity. The shade nodded, making a face...

White nodded, and held a paw up, palm raised, in a gesture that invited elaboration. "Never mind your pa. If you don't know what a hero is, do you know what . . . 'Luz' is? Tell me about her, kid." Black cringed at the sound of their name in the mouth of her reflection.

Brisa and Luz compile an exhaustive set of notes on the events and mysteries and personae of significance to Team Spectrum's mission, to the best of their ability. They make the team aware of this so Nate anyone who wants to help, can contribute. Hopefully this will make it easier to find...

"Escarpa?" The Luz in a white-furred body narrowed her blind eyes. "How have my name and that of my clan found their way to another world, to be given to you?" She shook her head, held up a paw. "No. Don't tell me. It will only prove a distraction. You came seeking me for a reason, I'm sure...

Brisa's mouth pulled into a tiny smile for a moment. "I guess. It was . . . odd. But yeah, sure." She looked back at Dave, and leaned her chin on her paw. "Y'should fight me some time, y'know? Y'got a lotta strength in ya lately. I could still teach you a thing or two, I expect!" He didn't...

Luz the shade winced continuously at Buffet's lengthy explanation on her behalf. Luz the Wandering Light turned her head slightly, pricked an ear. "A Voice? You ain't much like the only Voice I ever met. What's it to me if someone named their kid after me, anyway?" The flesh-and-blood zeraora...

Jackie's Round 11 Retrospective Hello, all! With Blacklight's eleventh bossfight concluded, I'd like to take a look back at how it went, how it differed from previous battles, why that might be, and what that means for the future. We had several significant changes to core mechanics and how...

The travelling spirits entered the dream, to be met with an overwhelming impression of dry earth, parched scrub, and a looming, flame-kissed storm. On the western horizon, the sun held still, setting eternally below orange and violet clouds. To the east stood towering red sandstone buttes...

"Buffet helped Brisket meet her pa, an' he's still alive," murmured Luz, her gaze intent on whatever Buffet was seeking. "I reckon a livin' Zeraora Luz would be interested t'meet me, at least..." She felt something she recognised as somewhere between fear and joy. Excitement? It ought to be...

Reforming was possible, and reform Luz did. She spent so much of her time on Cibus tinkering with her body to make it appear more real; it was less trouble for her than for Cal to make herself an aspect from tiny stars. The not-zeraora became a little galaxy of lights, burning dimly in the...

Luz beamed. "Friend, so would I." <><><><><>

"Right, point taken. I don't understand these things all the time either. Folks used t'be cross with me a lot fer it. Brisa used be cross pretty much constantly. I'm learnin', though." Luz strolled to the front door, snapping her digits as the thought. "Hey, Flesh. It's been a real pleasure...

"Yeah, nah. Not that. She's good." Brisa sniffed, wiped her mouth with the back of her paw. "She gets it." When Dave looked unenlightened, she elaborated, not keeping eye contact. "She fights me. Uses a defensive stance, lets me go all-out without worryin' about her not bein' able to take it...

Luz nodded. "Yeah, fair enough. Worth me hangin' around, talkin' in person?" She replaced Soda's personal affects where they'd been, humming casually to herself.

Luz didn't quite know what to make of the magazines. She understood the principle, more or less. Brisa wasn't entirely ignorant, and so neither was she. But she couldn't get her head around the point of it. Couldn't appreciate the appeal. She supposed some of the models were quite pretty. Very ...