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Well, that was new. Pretty much everyone in Destiny Village knew the deal with familiars already. Which meant this . . . was a newcomer. "Well, howdy, partner!" she called, approaching with a confident stride. (She felt just fine after snuggling up to Anthus. No more problems for sure!)...

Brisa's Second Ascent Adjusting Talents... + 0.4 Attack + 0.4 Stamina – 0.4 Defense – 0.4 Magic Adjusting Leg Days... – 0.5 Magic + 0.3 Attack + 0.2 Stamina Adjusting Mundane Moves... Thunder Cage Thunder Fang Facade Charge Adjusting Blacklight Boost... Bright Arcflash: +200 Burn...

Mia. He'd called her Mia. His daughter. A killer. You called him 'pa'. Looks like y'both have phantoms in yer heads. "I'm a goddamn monster," she whispered, letting Dave fall at her feet. "I was right the first time." It's easier to believe that, ain't it? She backed away from him, the...

The blow killed every thought in Brisa's head for the seconds that followed save hitting back. When she did, it was vicious. Paralysed by the Arrest, Dave's throat was easy to get at, to sink teeth into. Brisa shook him like a goddamn ragdoll, and for a moment, she feared that he'd fucking turn...

Pure adrenaline and her horror at what she'd done spurred Brisa to take control. Her fur gleamed as she performed a shadow-empowered Radiant Arrest, laying down shackles of light on Dave. "Stay the fuck down," she warned. "I don't want yer help no more. Talkin' to you just makes everythin'...

Brisa's mind sparked into an electrical fire that she didn't know how to douse. "If you ain't afraid of me then why's yer fuckin' shadow pissin' himself behind ya?" she growled. "You don't understand this any better'n you understand yerself." Shadow whimpered. Dave looked ready to retort—she...

Brisa huffed and clenched her paws. Why was this happening? Should she just... agree to take a nap? Fuck that. "Ain't nothin' to snap out of! I'm not wrong. My shadows ain't bullshit, just painful. It's like this: I've got strength, and it's only right fer me to do everythin' I can to use it...

Dave's Shadow was frightened of her. Fucking great. What had she done to scare him, anyway? Nothing but run herself ragged helping people. And the best part was, he'd insist he wasn't scared of her because everything Shadow did and said was nonsense, apparently. You're pretty goddamn fearsome...

Brisa scoffed. "If I'd sat on my haunches here, things could've gone a lot worse fer Cynthian, fer Owen, fer anyone around him. As if I coulda seen Nip beggin' fer help an' said no, just 'cause I'm tired." It's worse'n tiredness. It goes deeper'n that. You feel it. Leave me the fuck alone...

Brisa peered back at him. He sounded exasperated. "What, since bein' unconscious longer'n everyone else afore I woke up in Null Village?" she said, bitterly. "When would I have gotten any fuckin' sleep since then? I went straight after Cynthian an' saved her from bein' consumed by her own...

Dave was looking at her like she was still wounded. "You want somethin', partner?" she asked, tersely. She was fine. When was the last time you were fine? What does even mean, fer you? That y'ain't dead yet? Ah, no. Too late fer that.

"I worked it out, yeah. Weren't exactly hard." Brisa stared at Owen. A huge, ancient, formidable dragon, endlessly kind and contemplative, terrified of how he might have hurt her. "You didn't kill us. Just focus on stayin' in control of yer head 'til we get the fuck outta this place." She...

"Are y'sayin' you were caught up in a conflict betwixt the gods?" asked Brisa, prowling up from behind Dave. The sooner everyone was back at the village and safe as was practical, the sooner Brisa would be— Well. Not happy. Less stressed, perhaps. Who're you kiddin'? You'll be stressed out...

Oh, she was welcome to cuddle? That sounded . . . nice. Real nice. Luz approached, hugging her torso as she walked, then turned and fell backwards into Anthus' wingspan. "Thank ye kindly," she murmured. It was harder for Luz to feel dreadful about her body or her relationships with a warm and...

"Guess we all wanna reach harder fer those we care fer, in times like these," said Luz. "Maybe that's why I'm here. It ain't like I thought I could fix things fer you, or I had somethin' specific in mind I wanted t'know. I just wanted..." Why was it hard to say? If she couldn't have the fun...

Luz raised an eyebrow, cocked her head. "If'n y'say so, partner. Feel pretty sure not everyone was created intentionally, least of all us familiars." She thought for a minute, and watched the way Leg behaved with Anthus. "Guess she's like yer kid, kinda. Right?"

Luz grunted something staticky and grabbed awkwardly at her cheek fur. It came away, melding with her fist, transfering from one part of her body to another as if she was so much semisolid liquid. "Thinkin' more'n usual about certain things," she muttered. "Thinkin' 'bout how I'm not Luz, just...

"Darned if I know," said Luz, honestly enough. "If there're other incredible power sources layin' about, could any of them be used to help Arceus? I ain't heard of any yet. I guess if he restores hisself somehow, Joule constitutes one?" Rubbing her cheek wasn't working anymore. It wasn't fur...

"We were wary of y'all at first," mused Luz. "Not me personally, I was still a lil' shade, with no bond t'make me 'me'. But Team Spectrum—we had t'make a choice to trust a lotta folks in order to lend our strength fer th'sake of this world. None of the breathin' members knew each other afore...

"If there's a will, there's a way," quipped Luz. "There's plenty of will on the team, we've been rallyin' splendidly fer a buncha grievin' souls as far as I can tell, but I'm not so sure about Maple. That gal don't trust Diyem none, which is no surprise to anyone as knows her history." She...