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"Sure seems like a lil' Pop t'me," said Luz, smiling fondly. "Maybe y'all can't see it 'cause of yer history t'gether, but I reckon this tracks." She offered Cola one of her massive paws and beamed. "Hope y'find yer pa's journals plenty int'restin', Arceus Cola! I'm Zeraora Luz, and it's a real...

"Well now, there ain't a thing wrong with takin' after folks an' tryin' on new presentation," said Luz, grinning toothily. This was so interesting and fun! A new creator-entity, and one that mimicked her accent! And heavens above, that sure reminded her of Brisa, oh stars. "How far up on yer...

Luz arrived a little after everyone else, and listened rather than speak. Mostly she was concerned with the correct way to act and speak so as not to make people uncomfortable. Brisa had been telling her of late (Brisa was gone) that endless cheeriness could be more offputting than negativity...

Luz watched blankly as events unfolded on Cibus, almost as well as they possibly could, given the circumstances. Normally, she'd be thinking of what was most interesting, or how she might help someone out, or what Brisa might be feeling... {Are ya there, darlin'?} she tried again, feeling...

Did she mean it? Astrid was talking about those last words before Brisa vanished. Astrid, I love you. Did she mean it? Yes, she had meant it, hadn't she? Was that something you just said 'yes' to? But it was too late, Astrid was fleeing... Luz had, technically, achieved what she'd meant to...

"There must be somethin'," growled Brisa. There was always something. "I gotta make myself useful." She looked around at her surroundings, taking them in through bleary eyes and a mind aching from thrashing, tightly-bound negativity. "You aren't shadowed," she remarked. "Why?" Neither was...

The fatigue wasn't physical. It was baked in, a part of her deeper than tiredness, something in her soul itself. There were people around her. Owen. Dave. Voices. Arguments. Diyem himself, talking about . . . everyone on Cibus. This wasn't Cibus, nor home, but the realm of Diyem, of Veritas...

Brisa was the last to die, holding stubbornly onto life as long as she could before the blacklight vaporised her body. The agony turned to darkness, and then to a confused, torpid fugue. She shouldn't be conscious. She'd expected her soul to be annihilated if it were possible, and if by some...

Luz didn't know what the right thing to say. Or to do. But she held Astrid tight and kept herself as steady as she could. "Astrid, darlin', you need t'come back to earth now, y'hear? Remember you promised y'wouldn't throw yerself away no more, remember that Brisa wanted us to save Joule...

Luz looked between Starr and Astrid in desperation. Could she even keep either of them from going on an all-out onslaught, let alone both? She balled her paws into fists and let oit a directionless yowl of distress. "Goddammit," she swore, surprising herself again, "come to yer senses, won't...

Brisa was dead. The feelings inside Luz were a wound she couldn't just shake off. But wounded heroes kept fighting until all were safe. They didn't show fear. They didn't quit. They didn't cry. Neither would she. "Astrid, darlin'," said Luz—her voice surely betraying no pain, no fear, no...

Brisa Escarpa Once again, Brisa saw Starr lifted off the ground by psychic power. Astrid too, and Owen, and so many others–! And, she realised with furious dismay, her. "Oh, no you fuckin' don't," she snarled, gripping the island's surface with all her strength. She'd never used Shining...

"Thunder, Starr. If that was a bad movie, yer gonna have to show me a good one," said Brisa, grinning behind her tears. "Hey, let's fuckin' celebrate kickin' Joule's teeth in that way, huh?" Judging by the look on Starr's face, she'd like nothing more. <><><><><>

Brisa let Astrid embrace her, and wrapped her own tail around some of the nine now holding her. She stiffened for a moment as her heart burst, and a couple of tears broke free, to be wiped dry at once, and then relaxed into her friend's body, grateful beyond measure for the comfort. Heartache...

Brisa was certain that Astrid only thought of her as a friend, but... A moment like this? It seemed so possible. So easy to break the tension, if she could only justify it. Oh, it was agony not to know if telling her how she felt would make everything better, or only ruin it. She didn't want to...

She felt silly, stupid, and selfish for expecting something else (because of course she got her hopes up) but this . . . this was heavy. Astrid couldn't have told anyone else this. She'd brought Brisa up here to confide in her. This was . . . special. And Brisa mustn't let her friend down...

Brisa marvelled at Astrid, a gal with sparkling eyes who looked at a view like this and thought this is unique. A moment, and a memory, all their own and unlike any other. A place they could return to and recall this experience, when things were better. 'Ours.' Sky and stars. She really did...

Brisa was a perfectly-drilled combat engine, dashing between platforms and harrying Joule with everything she had to help her allies land their alpha strikes with the greatest impact possible. Brisa and Starr, Brisa and Owen—whoever was striking, Brisa had trained with them to the point of...

Brisa fetched snacks and drinks from the cafeteria counter, and Starr went ahead to prepare the dorm lounge. When Brisa arrived, the torracat had already thrown out any residents, found some Cibus production to watch on the wall-mounted screen Brisa had long-ignored, and slung herself over the...

Okay, so a recording of a stage play. That sounded like a marvel enough, one of Cibus' many technological innovations in culture and entertainment. It could be a pleasure to watch one of those with a good friend. It wasn't gonna do anything to help, though, if Starr thought she needed rest, she...