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Sombra shrugged. "Is it possible to not want what you want? We ain't after fame, anyhow. Colosseum cheers are just a salve on the wound." It was subtle, but Sombra's chest still reddened from time to time.

"Y'seem to care so much about safety, though Owen is more'n able to handle hisself," remarked Sombra. "I find myself obsessed with somethin' else." There was a pain in Sombra's chest, very nearly every second of her inexplicable existence. "We just want to be adored," she whispered, sadly...

"Hey there, fella." The Shadow-luxray took a seated position and bowed her head as if exhausted. The chains of light at her neck and limbs were less extensive and prominent than they had been, but they remained, floating weightlessly. She sighed, and filled the air with her fatigue. How to talk...

Sombra padded silently from Brisa's dorm to Owen's. She passed unseen and unheard, scarcely perceptible even to a Spectrum warrior, save for a shift in the air. She sought counsel, hardly knowing why. Perhaps it was in the nature of Brisa, and therefore of Sombra, to seek answers to questions of...

I'll have pokémorph prompts, please!

"Sure thing, partner," drawled Brisa, her whole body thrilling with the satisfaction of post-combat hormones and pain. "An' when yer ready, jus' give the word an' we can do this again." She grinned. There was nothing like a good fight to get the measure of someone, and irritating battle tactics...

Like hell are you gonna finish me off like that, you arrogant prick. Brisa forced herself conscious, forced herself up one paw and then the rest, forced herself to keep fighting. This wasn't over. Brisa's Blaze of Glory activated! She detonated in a flurry of blows. One paw to the legs to...

Brisa put a paw on Puff's shoulder. "Hubris ain't an attractive quality, partner," she drawled. Then she took a breath, and raised shields. Come an' get me, you bastard. Brisa gave an answer! Brisa used Protect +5! Brisa conserved stamina...

Brisa yowled internally at the sheer frustration. She needed something to push through and land the finishing blow despite all this fella's bullshit. Something that wouldn't send her careening into an explosion of light or a frenzy of shadow. Maybe she had it... Astrid's move. She'd never used...

Uninhibited. Exposed. The Blacklight coursing through her. Compelled to answer. "The colour of warm firelight, like y'get round a campfire at night, watchin' distant clouds at sunset, or from a friend's own flames—" Brisa gave an answer! She shook herself in frustration, and tried to shake...

Brisa took a ready stance. "Don't think I'd underestimate you, partner! I'm takin' this match real serious!" Puff looked like he had a sharp eye and quick paws. Just like her. Time to see if his capabilities were a match for her own. And if he'd done his research... And if he had, perhaps he'd...

Brisa stretched out and cracked her neck and shoulders before walking out onto the field. For some reason, this battle felt like such a big deal, even though by rights it oughtn't to be. Cinderace Puff, the reporter. She barely knew the guy, save by reputation. Yet she really, really wanted to...

"Sure." Brisa eyed the tailflame again, but there was no corresponding flash of scarlet. She spared Diyem any of the courtesies she'd normally voice, the thanks fer yer time, or the best of luck with yer date. She turned to leave, her mind fully entering a tactical headspace. She could use some...

Brisa grit her teeth. "We can't intentionally subject the world to an apocalypse, however minor. I jus' fear that there's a legitimate reason to do it, to prevent somethin' worse, that Darkwhite is aware of. I'll see if I can get through to her when I'm down there." Squadrons, huh? That would...

Brisa said nothing at first, chewing the thought over and over in her head. It tracked, it made sense, but she fucking resented it. At least let me be fucking pissed off about it. At last, she sighed, and answered. "Point taken," she grumbled. Goddamnit. "I'll just clamp down hard an' wait...

Brisa shot her Shadow a glare. "Good enough fer ya?" "Mmhmm." Brisa stared at Sombra until she dissipated again. A moment passed, with the charizard and the luxray walking side by side. "Thanks," said Brisa, without much feeling. "Here's a free bite of negativity fer ya, by the way. It is...

"I wasn't gonna fuckin' frame it like that, now, was I?" growled Brisa, ears practically aflame. "I don't want yer fuckin' datin' tips." "Y'weren't gonna frame it at all," growled her Shadow in reply, the chains of light thrashing like an angry tail. "Look, I just... I'm fuckin' sick of...

"You'd fuckin' better be. Whole team's relyin' on you. Do not fuck up this Eien-Xerneas shit, Diyem." Brisa sighed, and kept walking. "Actually, there was somethin' else. Less... Somethin' not critical to the mission." She pursed her muzzle in frustration. "I confess I don't know how to...

Brisa kept pace with Diyem, examining him with a keen eye for any other irregularities. "Red flash from yer tail, chief. Ain't a natural charizard flame colour, I don't reckon. Given what I understand about these exotic energies, I guess Eien's gettin' t'you too or somethin'. Ain't vibrant red...

"I'll be fine," snapped Brisa. "I ain't afraid of psychics. Mind-readin' an' telepathy jus' get me tetchy. I'm fine." Literal word of God, huh? She might just have to pay a visit by Pop and Cola first. Then Brisa caught the flash of red. "Diyem. What the fuck, chief? You in yer right mind?"