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use the fuckin' badge comms an' stay the fuck outta my head except fer goddamn emergencies I swear to fuckin' sky an' goddamn stars

Brisa did her best to answer questions honestly without stumbling or falling into a crevice of negativity, (a challenge, considering everything), or indeed without getting flustered by paying too much attention to Cream herself and getting caught up in her own bullshit feelings. She did okay...

Brisa smiled. This earnest dandy wasn't her type, but she could see with Cynthian and Celeste liked so much about him. Bless his heart. "I gotta introduce ya t'spirits," she drawled. "Another time. Be seein' ya round, and . . . thanks fer the talk, friend." She had plenty to be getting on with...

Open up to them? Curio left the picture almost as soon as Brisa started thinking about taking her feelings for the riolu seriously. Astrid hadn't been there when she'd been revived and wasn't responding to her texts. And she was pretty sure Cream was into Puff, if Brisa wasn't too young for the...

"I go by Sombra, as much as it matters. We've already met, Kyukon. Y'know Brisa, so y'know me." Brisa's tail thrashed anxiously. She was still coming to terms with Sombra, and this side of her, this blunt, sassy Shadow, was unpredictable. "We ain't exactly tryin' to court two ladies, as...

"If yer goal is to keep people safe an' happy... You oughta remember that you an' yours count as people, too. Ain't the ideal outcome one where yer friends get t'see ya live a little too, even if yer workin' harder'n most? That's somethin' I've figured since, y'know, literally dyin' fer th'team...

Brisa frowned, and pawed at her cheek fur. Her tailtuft drew patterns on the floor behind her. Now that was a question she'd both obsessed over and put out of mind. Did she have an answer? Well, y'could tell yerself yer fuckin' pa is still alive, fer one. Not that. Something hopeful. "I'd...

Brisa blanched. The thought was... No, she'd never considered it. Could never. Just not help people? No, no, that was plain wrong. "Well, I used to think that without me, innocent folks would suffer, and it would be my responsibility fer leavin' 'em defenseless. I still feel like I could never...

"Ah, well, where I'm from it depends on yer culture. Townies keep to one lover, and expect to take 'em as a spouse fer life if all works out well. My ma's people, the Escarpa clan, they . . . have a more flexible approach to these things. Mind you, it ain't somethin' I have any experience with...

"That phrasin' don't fool me none, partner. Don't you know how perceptive I am?" It wasn't that hard to figure out. "Yer enamoured with a fella and a lady. Celeste an' Cynthian."

Well, all sorts of reasons. To say something at the right time . . . or not say it at the wrong time. To avoid conflict. To be polite. To avoid teasing or recrimination from others. To not be vulnerable. To not be wrong. But on this, maybe she could help him. "Oh yeah? Let's hear it then...

Brisa nodded and gave consideration to his advice. She was patient, she'd been thinking she wasn't direct enough, but maybe with his long lifespan he saw things differently... Then when he shoved her, she shoved him back, returning his smirk. She'd just spoken with Celeste about his feelings...

Brisa smiled ruefully. It wasn't in her nature to spill folks' failings to other people's faces, but hey, who from Cibus would ever meet the inhabitants of Frontier Town? There was no actual reason to keep quiet. "Y'all on Cibus have the most wonderful hospitality. Me an' the rest of Diyem's...

Brisa scoffed. "I dunno about spellbound, partner. I reckon my conception of love and affection is a lil' different t'yers. But there's a gal who makes my heart ache, yeah." A gal? Yeah, Astrid. Astrid gave her heartache. She'd known this for a while now. Just Astrid. Really? Okay, so...

Brisa thought about how Astrid made her feel. I want time with you. I can't ruin this. Even if it hurts. Not quite like Icetales described, no. But strong feelings all the same. "Can't say as I can give you any advice, pal. I'm pretty paralysed on the subject myself, having next-to-no...

Brisa rolled her eyes at the blundering fox. Seriously? "Fella, that happened. ...But if it's such a big deal t'ya, I won't press. Don't worry, I ain't about to go blabbin' to anyone. That ain't how I do things." She grinned at his hesitant expression. "Be honestly, though. Yer sweet on...

You wanna be adored, right? Yer desperate t'be told 'well done', 'you did a good job', 'I'm proud of you, Brisa'. Y'just want people to love you. "Appreciation, I guess?" she said, hesitantly. "I don't mean, like, accolades. I mean folks' thanks. The sense that I made a difference to 'em. That...

Brisa nodded, and bit back a sigh. That follow-up was inevitable, huh. "Yeah. My parents were the Omen Heroes of their generation, an' when they retired, they became the ranger team of Frontier Town. Pa left home one night, an' Ma went to become clan chief after that, leavin' me to take on...

I started reading this one and then ended up reading nnaturally instead. So coming back to this one, I was fully expecting absurd and hilarious nonsense. It really wasn't that kind of fic, huh! I parsed this one as being a kind of satire of the very idea of resolving the BW-era ideological...

Alright, here we go... "Back home, I'm a frontier ranger. That's partway law enforcement, partway rescue services. Not too different from what y'all have here in the form of Guilds, though the Ranger Union operates a lil' differently. I work solo, though not by choice, so it can be pretty...