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"Y'ain't heard? The fallen posse members are in Diyem's Voidlands. Heard it from Soda that th'place is more or less hell, so I figured the God Squad would all know. Still..." Luz cracked her knuckles distractedly. "If the power of the Tree of Life is off limits, or all gets allocated to Pop...

Luz nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that tracks. That feels right." She sniffled a bit, though she didn't have a proper nose as such. It seemed to help. "Still holdin' out hope fer savin' Brisa, of course. I guess Diyem needs a lotta power to drag 'em outta the Voidlands, or somethin'? I try to keep up...

"Hush it, pal," said Brisa, firmly. "It's dealt with. Y'wanna talk about it, we get outta here first. Somewhere where it's safer." Brisa pulled away, her injuries healed, and walked unaided away from the scene of Owen's transformation. Someone else might need the help more. And Brisa... Brisa...

Luz perked her ears and her whiskers twitched. "Y'mean that?" She didn't recognise the emotion filling her up, but it sure was an emotion. Oh, wow. "Anthus, darlin', you're plenty dear t'me too," she said. "Why d'you think I came t'you so soon, huh?" She smiled, but turned her face away and...

Luz shook her head, and her whiskers sparked a little from the motion. "I ain't one of Brisa's things, I don't mean like that. I mean like how family belong t'gether. Doesn't every mon wanna belong somewhere, belong to special people in their life?" Luz bit her lip and stared at the luxio...

"I'll keep fightin'," said Luz, just as quickly. "There ain't doubt of that." She glanced at Leg, and pawed at her cheek fur. "It's just... strange. I don't know how to belong to someone who ain't alive."

"I'm fine," said Luz, reflexively. She pursed her lips for a moment. Her lights flickered. "I don't rightly know what t'do with myself," she admitted. Her body language changed, and the confidence dropped off. "I ain't ever lost someone this way," she finished, quietly.

Brisa could hardly think. Her own mind was drowned out by shadows. She'd used so much of her strength, every kind of strength, in that fight. That moment. Everything hurt. Everything burned. Pathetic, ain't it? That this is the best y'can do. You only died, why can't you be stronger than this...

Dolls of the deceased. How delightfully macabre. Creative, rather. A delightfully creative way to honour the dead. "I'm jus' fine, said Luz, sauntering closer. "You know me. Nothin' fazes th'Wanderin' Light." She took a seat and put her cheek in her palm. "Be honest with me, fella, how are ya...

"Howdy, you two," said Luz. It was beginning to feel wrong when her voice didn't 'match' recent events. She softened it. Not very well, she thought. "Guess I thought I'd come check on y'all," she added, approaching.

Luz spent a fruitless half-hour wandering about Pasta Plaza for distractions while the oroborous in her mind ate itself again and again. Brisa's gone, and she ain't comin' back. She ain't dead fer good, she can still be saved. There's no way t'save her, 'cause the means are outta reach. Brisa's...

"Don't think about it none," said Brisa, her heart still drumming hard. "Jus' keep yer shit t'gether. Y'didn't hurt anyone, focus on that." It was okay. They were okay. She kept her forehead and one paw against Owen's huking form, and shuddered with... Something. It didn't feel like fear...

Brisa stared Owen down. She wouldn't show fear. If he didn't listen... Dyin' is yer reward fer fallin' short. It ain't even like it'll last, here. Well, then she wouldn't fall short. Not now. Not for her friend. "Owen, get a fuckin' grip," she growled, her voice steady despite the...

"You're not a fuckin' WEAPON, Owen—" He is, though. And he ain't got strength left to act otherwise. The tethers snapped, and Brisa yelped at the mental shock. She'd had pushback before, but never this kind of no-sell. This is hopeless. You ain't got a chance. Not without her here. She took up...

No, killing him wasn't the way—he could turn up fucking anywhere! Lose him to this place forever! They had to calm him down if there was even a chnace of doing so! Now. Now. This was Brisa's chance to reach out to Owen. To show him her heart. She yowled with effort, and lit up the red dust in...

Brisa snarled, and for a moment the sheer viciousness of the fight—no banter, no team coordination, just brutal attacks amid lifeless desolation—put her mind in a black pit she'd hoped never to enter again. You might have to kill him, t'save him killin' yer allies. You can die, though. At least...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: got it sourdough [Zest > Team Spectrum]: btw kudos on the joule save in that fight [Zest > Team Spectrum]: and thank u 😽

"It'll be okay, Cal," said Luz, tapping out replies on her badge with a fraction of her attention. She needed to keep up morale so she left out the part where wasn't hell a place of unlimited suffering and how long would she have to wait and how certain are we that they can be saved? That wasn't...

She didn't drill them often, but Brisa knew the techniques of Agility and Quick Attack. She raced damn near as fast as she ever had to get from the forest's edge to the river before things got worse. "Owen!" she shouted, as she closed the distance. Maybe she could Arrest him—? He'll kill Dave...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: rot is kindof an edgelord tbh 😼 [Zest > Team Spectrum]: he'd have to be am i right 😸 [Zest > Team Spectrum]: anyway when do we get them back!!!! 🙀