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"I'm . . . not familiar with 'em, no," said Brisa, guardedly, as she stood to keep at Diyem's side. Get yer head examined. Fuckin' talk t'someone. "I'll look into it. I'd say I'd be surprised if they ain't already put their eyes on the matter, but everythin' in Cibus seems to take a season to...

"Yeah, no fuckin' kiddin'. We need leads. ...Look, chief, how about ya point me at someone or somethin' and I'll check it out? I'm gettin' tired of chasin' up everythin' as seems worth investigatin' without makin' headway."

"Who else is there? Shield comes to mind, pretty sure he had sealed memories. Fella's a bit of a worry either way, seein' as he's so single-minded he don't even care fer himself. Why, he's worse than I ever was fer self-neglect. But he's from a world destroyed centuries ago, an' yet he claims to...

"Have y'considered he might've been referrin' to his son?" asked Brisa, dryly. "Darkwhite stole the Shadow Machine from him an' it contained Silver. I don't much credit the idea, considerin' who he is an' all, but still. Maybe he had a plan fer the kid? Some way t'make use of him."

"Figures," said Brisa, scowling. "As fer his doubt... Th'main thing that comes t'mind is that we still don't know what his grand objective is, besides accumulatin' power in general. Could be he's tense about matters outside his control. After all, there's no way he planned fer us to put the hurt...

Diyem's low growl set off Brisa's hackles for all of half a second, enough time to think I could waste ya with Radiance in a minute flat before the thought dissipated. Dropping her usual courtesies and compassion did strange things to her head. "Alright. At least we got yer body restored...

"Xerneas prefers things fresh and finely cut," said Brisa, in a flat impression of Diyem's voice and accent. It wasn't bad. Luxray throats had bass to them. "Don't fuckin' lie to my face. Am I right, or not? Fella's fond of ya 'cause he's got a direct aura connection to Eien."

Brisa hummed to herself. "So, chief. You an' Xerneas have been becomin' awful familiar. Bahamut was speculatin' that the fella was corrupted somehow—I reckon Eien's personality could be manifestin' through his connection to the Tree, an' that's why the two of ya have this apparent mutual...

"Lemme block Joule fer ya then y'fuckin' moron," said Brisa, holding our a paw expectantly for Diyem's badge. "Anyway, I guess I'll figure out Red an' Silver myself. Or get one of the team t'do it, I really oughta fuckin' delegate shit. You ought to too, y'fuckin' layabout. Team needs...

"Noted." Brisa's muzzle slanted as she considered her priorities. "Yer food'll be ready soon. Fuck it. We'll do a few of 'em rapidfire. Joule, Silver, Red. Y'worried about any of 'em? Y'want I should inquire after somethin' particular? Giovanni too, I guess. Gods... We still ain't found...

"If they have any sense, they'll not count it as a stain on yer record," she said, offhandedly. "Otherwise, I'm guessin' there's not much we can do about the fuckin' issue. Seein' as yer track record has you as needlessly fuckin' pessimistic at every turn, I've half a mind to go chat it out with...

Brisa contemplated that for a moment. She grinned darkly. "I like yer girlfriend more'n I like you," she jabbed. "But alright. Overseers. They're an organisation sprawlin' across worlds, an' they keep an eye on the wellbein' of Creation, but they're evidently kinda bureaucratic or otherwise...

Brisa cocked an ear. "Yer fault or hers? An' did it lead in some way to our present predicament?" The claws on one paw flexed in and our of their sheathes.

"I gather she's been critical t'savin' countless worlds," said Brisa. "We'll make a concerted effort t'save her. Anythin' y'can tell me about her character an' motivation might matter. Anythin' y'can tell me about her at all, in fact: physiology, combat style, what you mean to her. The better I...

Brisa nodded, accepting the explanation. "That renders yer relationship with her adequately understandable. Now, th'last time we had a proper face-to-face, y'talked about takin' her down. Level with me, chief. Can we save yer goddamn partner or not?" She asked the question stripped of all...

"Not sure if ya not noticin' me is a lapse in yer attention or a credit t'my stealth," remarked Brisa, taking a seat next to the newly-restored charizard. "It's good that folks aren't tryin' to destroy ya, in any case," she said. "If only 'cause it's practical." There was much to discuss. Where...

The sight of Dark Matter ordering takeout was impossible to resist investigating. And besides, Brisa had been meaning to check in with the fella for a while now. Dealing with Diyem never felt all that urgent, considering his claim to be gathering info from all their heads all the damn time, but...

Brisa stared at her badge, as if reading the messages again would make it easier to reply. Was it even worth explaining to this guy that she hadn't heard from Astrid in a month? That she'd already called out her feelings just as she'd died, and if Astrid didn't want to respond to that, she...

[Brisket > S0urdough]: bahamut i have never had a girlfriend in my life and believe me ive tried

[Brisket > S0urdough]: what are you talking about, Bahamut?