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"Yeah, they know I'm alone, I know I'm alone, I'm always gonna end up alone!" wailed Brisa, the darkness brimming up around her to the point where perhaps even an uncorrupted viewer might perceive her as resembling her own Shadow, manacled and anguished. Her paws blurred in the air as she...

"I got nobody either way," snarled Brisa. "And if I gotta be lonesome, then I gotta be a protector! I gotta turn my power to the common good! 'Cause without that, I'm just a violent goddamn animal!" Brisa darted between Fugu's strikes in battle-trance, and for a moment, the noble burden of duty...

Brisa panted, drawing on reserves of energy she wasn't sure she'd had. "My moral duty! Principles! Knowin' that if I abandon my post, innocents'll suffer fer my negligence!" With a yowl, a flash of claws, and a surge of Shadows, Brisa released her pent-up energy. Would Fugu see how she...

Brisa pushed back against the lock, unheeding of the pressure of the shell blade against her flesh, and her reply when it came was raw, ragged, reverberating. "I'm strivin' fer somethin' outta reach, never able to escape, fuckin' chained t'my duty, trapped by it!" Her fur glowed as the energy...

"I took pleasure in my work, as much as I could," hissed Brisa, hunting for a better angle of attack past Fugu's flawless defensive stance. "I told myself I could get by on the fulfilment of carryin' out my duty. I just kept workin' harder, year on year. Downtime? I spent it all starin' at the...

"Goddamnit," spat Jesse. "I'm too tired fer this shit. Right, first up, anyone have any idea how the fuck this happened?"

"I had to quit it," spat Brisa, diving under a blow. "I didn't hold back, and it scared folk. My Pa most of all. He put an end to it, fearin' if I kept it up, I'd get fuckin' done in by some jumped-up mob." She parried the next few attacks with a grunt of effort and a solid barrier, and lashed...

"Everythin'!" cried Brisa, leaping backward and ducking Fugu's slashes. "The thrill, the exertion, even the pain! Doin' what I'm goddamn good at! Seein' who my opponents really are!" Brisa called out to Fugu! She grit her teeth and took the first opening she found, lightning kissing her teeth...

Brisa has sent word around Team Spectrum that Cream is looking to interview members for an anthology on the 'Dark Warriors'. Brisa has been texting Cream – a little, better not come on too strong – and offered to meet at a cafe any time if she wants to talk more. Brisa has sent word around...

"I'd more'n expect ya t'be strong," replied Brisa, taking up a combat stance, heart thumping in anticipation of facing off against a new opponent. "If that's how y'feel about fightin', it's the least I'd hope fer!" Pokemon can only speak properly as themselves in a fight. It is a language that...

"What typical method of therapy is that, ma'am?" asked Brisa, raising her gaze to those blunted scalchops, and then to Fugu's eyes. "I wanna kick her ass," said Sombra, off-handedly.

"She's just bein' negative," said Brisa, automatically. "I did alright." Sombra growled. "We felt what we felt. Does it matter if it's negative? We were fuckin' unhappy!" "Yeah, so what?" snapped Brisa, turning a snarl on Sombra. "We should've appreciated what we had!" She clamped down on the...

"We didn't get to be happy." "I used to spar all the time. I was damn good at it, always excited to get stronger. Liked to explore, too. Lotta wanderlust. And I guess I've always been a bit of a reader. Ain't much literature in a frontier settlement like ours, but I dogeared a lotta books as a...

Fugu's observations seemed fair enough. Brisa wouldn't have played up her reputation so much, and there were other explanations for a good work ethic, but... Sure. "Yeah," she replied. "My parents were a ranger team. Same thing, more or less. Been goin' on missions since I was a kid, near...

"She does everythin' I do, I guess," said Brisa. She's with me all the time. She' the part of me I don't pay mind to. The part that's . . . tired." Sombra padded softly along beside her, and shook her head sadly. They came to sit side by side in front of Fugu's desk, watching. "I work pretty...

A dozen response cascaded in Brisa's brain, unsaid. Sombra had no such issues getting her thoughts out. "I wanna be in less pain. Don't much care how it happens." "She just wants a break," said Brisa. She bit her cheek at the realisation that she meant it, too.

"It's about fuckin' time we talked t'someone about our fuckin' wounds with a view t'healin' 'em." Brisa eyed the Shadow. Exasperation, despair, fatigue. Was that really her? "She's happier t'be here than I am," was all she said.

Brisa's tail thrashed. "Better'n ever." She reached for that space in her head she was becoming familiar with, and pushed. I don't get to be happy. The sigh like autumn leaves in the wind. The hot, dry feeling. The chains of light. Her Shadow, come to life. "She can't perceive me, you know,"...

"I suppose. If the whole team is gettin' looked at." Brisa took the implicit invitation, and followed Fugu out. Why's this such a big deal, anyway? It ain't like there's even a head-doctor in Frontier Town fer you to have had reservations about, what even is this? "Reckon I'm doin' just fine...

"Well, I'll pass the word around. If it comes from me, most of the team ought to at least pay it mind. Thank y'all kindly f'yer assitance in this, it'll be one hell of a relief when we can rule out however many folks as bein' unwittin' spies." Brisa eyed Fugu. What was goin' on in her head...