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Brisa nodded. "Since Telum's destruction, she's been travellin' the worlds for centuries, apparently. I'm guessin' you've not watched countless years go by yerself? Just tryin' to piece t'gether how the two of ya could've ended up here, after so much time."

Brisa heaped herself on top of one of the available seats and eyed Shield. He was laid back in a chair, staring into space with a substantially more upbeat expression than usual. He hadn't said a word on the way back from Moonlit Forest. The fella sure was off in his own head a lot, huh. "I...

It had been a while since anyone had addressed her as Luxio. This was the first time anyone had called her by Luxray. It felt at once empowering and diminishing. Hmph. "Alright. We'll be in touch when we have a plan." Shield moved to head off, and something compelled Brisa to follow. She tried...

Something was coming through Diyem's telepathy about Eien saving worlds. Ugh, it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once. Dave and Nate were obliging her request, okay, good. Soda was fucking off, fair enough. Shield— "Shield, pull yerself t'gether. What didya hear from Sword, huh...

Surprised y'didn't mention somethin' like that before now, chief. The fate of countless more worlds might depend on us savin' an' freein' Eien. ... Gonna try an' round up everyone here. Would someone get ahold the guys in the Reverse World and find out what the fuck is happenin' over there...

Logging about eight combined hours of drawing and writing.

Brisa looked to Nate and Dave. "Find Saltriv, willya? One or both of ya, just make sure they're okay. Please." Fucking hell. Cibus' situation was going from bad to worse. Maybe if everyone had taken the job as seriously as they ought to since the first day... If she'd just tried harder... Quit...

Keep key info outta the goddamn badge network, sent Brisa, wincing at the incoming telepathic shitstorm she was about to experience. Telepathy only fer anythin' sensitive, y'hear? She scowled, full of spite for whoever those fucking spies were. Right. Do not fuckin' freak out at what I'm...

Brisa shook off the prickling, itching feeling of telepathy in her head. Augh. "Fuck. Okay. Did we learn a goddamn thing in there, besides that some of us need their fuckin' heads examined? Wait, yeah—" Shit, what had Sword said to Shield? Something about... "Darkwhite told Shield to destroy...

Brisa grabbed at Shield, meaning to force eye contact. "Badge," she barked. "Now, Shield!" Where was his fucking badge? Don't freak out on me, or I swear to the sky, I'll carry you out unconscious.

Brisa went to Shield's side, doing all she could to focus away as much blacklight as she could, and prepared to raise a Protect barrier if necessary. Things were getting fraught in here. Was there anything to achieve now except escape? "Shield? Are ya hearin' anythin' from 'em? They tellin' you...

Good. At least Soda was keeping his shit together. Nate, apparently, was handling this bullshit just fine, and having Dave along was rendering the phantom of Jesse possible to ignore. Brisa followed Nate up to a campsite of some kind, and furrowed her brow and breathed deep as she activated her...

Brisa's hackles went up. Was Soda about to lose his shit over whatever he'd just heard? Was there anything she could do to prevent it? There was no time. Soda needed to focus on literally anything else. Now. Brisa used Shining Whiplash! You need to do yer goddamn job. You've carried this pain...

Brisa flinched at the intrusion of an unexpected touch, and pulled away. Gods, she was on edge. How could she help but be startled? "I'm not," she growled back. "I know what I am." Jesse Stranger walked beside Brisa Escarpa, cloaked in shadow, orange eyes glowing in a dark face. "How badly...

Brisa eyed the hallucinations, hesitant to speculate about them for fear of triggering more of her own. The arceus—strange to see a cold reflection of Pop, unsympathetic and unforgiving. A spectral Dave that was not Shadow, so maybe . . . the way Nate saw him? Had they still not resolved their...

"Somethin' tells me Giovanni ain't bothered by much," growled Brisa. "Fella don't seem t'feel fear or doubt or self-censure of any kind." Not like you. You're nothin' but self-censure. Endless recriminations fer yerself, no matter how good you give it. Never enough. Never enough. Brisa's...

Brisa kept her mind as calm and empty as she could manage. No conclusions. Just what she saw in front of her, sensory awareness of the environment, the task ahead. Don't speculate. Don't fear. Don't remember. Just search. There's so much in yer head that could hurt you, here. Was there? Huh...

"Fuck, I'm assumin' it is. We'll talk more about that one somewhere else, yeah? Fer now, I wanan get the hell out an' on a new investigation somewhere less . . . civilised. Say, Dave, y'wanna come with me on the Moonlit Forest investigation? It ain't spy-huntin', but maybe we'll get somewhere...

Brisa grunted in shared frustration. Good fucking gods, Luz. "Okay, so Luz' latest investigation reveals that Truffle's great secret is he's crushin' on the Guild receptionist. Comes as a relief, t'be honest, I really like that guy, but fuck, we need a breakthrough here."

Brisa gestured with one paw. "Look, Silver was in Giovanni's custody at some point, either as a prisoner or an experiment or whatever, an' Darkwhite stole the machine fer us to take out. That means Giovanni's done somethin' to that kid. Could be he's a spy and he don't even know it. "As fer God...