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Brisa rubbed the back of her neck. Starr was right. Celeste was the next in a long line of people telling her to take it easy. Maybe one day she'd figure out how that was done. "I guess. ...Just used to bein' able to take a lot more'n most folks and feelin' obligated to pull as much weight as I...

Brisa sighed. Another unavoidable communication error. "Gotcha. This is that thing again with Diyem's translation not accountin' fer colloquial verbiage. Many worlds, huh? You can take 'em." She took a long draught of her mulled wine, enjoying the warming effect it had on her. "Seems like the...

The disguise was damaged, and their opponent exposed. It was time to strike hard while they could, and Brisa reached for that extraordinary power she'd used against Owen, against Red... ...alongside Starr, making an attack so like her own that the energies seemed to meld into one another, at...

Brisa shook her head, grimacing, then grinned at Celeste's casual swearing. "Nah. We hunt wild 'mon. They ain't thinkin' people. No speech, not much in the way of sapience." She shuddered. "...I don't envy Nip his life if that's how his folk survive."

That was the kind of phrasing a particularly condescending townie might use. Celeste wasn't like that, though, so perhaps he meant it literally.... "Feral is what civilised folks call my ma's people. The Escarpa Clan are nomadic, light on possessions, don't hold with land ownership, that sorta...

Brisa shrugged off the word with a scoff. It kept coming up, in so many contexts... "Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' feral," she said, quickly. Celeste hadn't mentioned the word to her before now, though. And judging by what 'feral' meant when applied to a 'mon like Leg... "...'Less it means...

What was it about the way he said the name Icetales...? "Sounds like a useful technique, considerin' how quick on yer feet you are. You, uh, still uncomfortable with Radiance, or are ya makin' headway on that inhibition of yers?"

Oh, Celeste was ready to open up about his Radiance? Fucking excellent. That was at one an interesting combat topic, an insight into his character, and an opportunity to bond through the trust in sharing such a thing with her. "Yeah? Let's hear it, then!"

"House mago fer my friend. Thanks." Somehow, wine seemed fitting for Celeste. He was that kind of fella. Had he been okay while Brisa and the rest had been stuck in the Voidlands? How had he taken their revival? Hopefully this wasn't the sort of thing that would fuck him up too badly. "I...

"Howdy, Celeste. Nice t'be alive an' well, pal." Brisa put up a paw for service. With her massive new body, it was easy to be noticed, even in the company of some legends. Celeste, meanwhile, was the same as ever. She'd finally just about overtaken him in height. Nice. "Mulled wine fer me...

Brisa got to the Cauldron early and was halfway through a brandy before Celeste arrived at the entrance. She cracked a small smile at the appearance of her serious, concerned absol friend. Had she shared a drink with him before? She didn't think so. It was about time.

Brisa's body shook as the Arcflash ripped through her. In her luxray body it worked differently now. Not so much full-pelt burning out as a general strengthening, and it fired up her penetrating vision as well–! Brisa's Bright Arcflash gave her a burn, a charge, and +1 to accuracy, evasion...

Brisa loped into position, enjoying the feeling of the crowd's eyes on her new luxray body. After she defeated Feraligatr Pepper, folks were catching on that she was an opponent to be reckoned with. Three of Team Spectrum's star strikers together against a God Squad member? Now that drew one...

Brisa grit her teeth. This... She hadn't done this kinda thing all too often before, and usually with more stoic 'mon, or 'mon with less severe trauma, than Shield. But her heart went to him nonetheless. "It ain't gonna be normal again," she told him. "But it's fer sure gonna be better." She...

"I give you my word I'll give my all t'get her back," said Brisa, carefully. "If there's a way, we'll find it." Goddamn, Shield was in a state. But of course, he would be, wouldn't he? He'd come fresh out of a tragedy that still had Maple shaken after centuries of grieving, and been thrown into...

Brisa winced, thinking of how selfish, rash and impulsive she'd been, once. "I got the impression that she just really wanted us to love her," she said, quietly, something seizing up behind her eyes and in her throat.

Brisa shrugged. "Figures. Everyone bein' high on Radiance explains it well enough without there bein' someone with an agenda in yer midst." Never mind that line of thinking, then. "So... You an' Sword were close, huh? I didn't get much of a chance to spend time with her while she was hangin'...

"Fair enough. I'll ask him what he knows about Giovanni, maybe see if he wants to help interrogate the motherfucker." Brisa pawed at her cheek. There was something that had been bothering her... "Say, how'd you end up fightin' us in the first place? I know y'all figured we were Minions of...

"Don't worry about it. The posse doesn't seem t'be holdin' a grudge, as such. Though it did rather stick in the craw at the time, I get where yer head was at. Just... Make sure we can count on ya at the Worldcore." Brisa nodded, chewing over the information. "Okay. I've been thinkin' of...

"Sky an' stars, that must've been one hell of a fuckin' thing to find out really happened. I'm awful sorry fer it." No wonder the poor fella seemed lost all the damn time. "Where didya wake up, then? An' how didya come to work with Karat, Silver's team an' the weather gods?"