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Luz folded her arms in a show of confidence. "Easy. Yer a shade what got the memories, character and cares of some fella called Burhalla. And that gives you as much right as him to go by that name and think of yerself as him. Y'ain't him, but yer th'same as him." She shrugged. "And ya could...

Luz beamed. Oh, yes, an excellent start! She offered a massive paw to shake. "Y'think you're Burhalla, huh? Well, partner, that either means y'got unclear memories, which don't seem likely, or y'got a crisis of identity, which sounds exactly like th'sorta thing a Team Spectrum familiar would...

Luz didn't recognise this charmander-shade... Definitely not Cal, though. Fantastic, another familiar she hadn't met! "Howdy, there!" she called. "I'm Zeraora Luz. I don't believe I've had the pleasure?" The fella looked as if he was going through some deep brooding. So long as he answered...

Brisa gave her best effort at sitting calmly, and the shadows faded further. "I had so much trouble when I first used radiance and shadow, but since then I haven't had to fight so hard to keep my head in a scuffle. It ain't really about that any more. It's more like . . . the stuff that goes on...

Like her whole body was on fire. Like her mind was falling, falling, falling into a black heat. Like she had no choice. "I'm fine." She let herself lean on her friend a little. It didn't seem right to, but . . . he'd approached for the purpose. A number of things had seemed important to Brisa...

Brisa had honed some defensive techniques back home on the trail, but her time on Cibus and her synergy with the team had led her to be damn near nothing but offensive power. She could take some hits, but this? This was an opportunity to eat dirt. She met the fire with wild laughter, knowing...

Brisa's shadows screamed at her to take the hit. "Are ya sure?" she asked. "Seems like the sorta thing we oughta test. Could be a sight to see." How bad would it hurt to get hit by that many Fire Blasts? Pretty bad, right? But she could take it. She could take it.

Brisa's ears perked. "Trap technique? That some kinda defensive measure? Y'gonna spring a trap on me when I attack ya next?" Find out, the shadows urged. Rush in and let him test it out. If he can't handle using the ability, best to know now. She shook her mane free of the darkness a little...

"Sure feels better'n when I was usin' shadows before," said Brisa, her voice betraying her exhaustion. "The feelings that come with it make sense. They feel . . . true, and bearable." She prowled over to Owen, and paced herself, allowing the shadows to dissipate a little. "Whatever this move...

"It feels like it's makin' all of me work harder," she said with a grunt of exertion as she contained the power in her muscles, and felt the prickling at her eyes. "It's like I can see the best possible way to land a hit, and pull up the power to do it." The shadows licked at Brisa's mind and...

"Sure thing," said Brisa, with a grin. There was something fuelling the shadow, something at once wholly new and yet totally familiar. She dug a little deeper for the feeling... What did it mean that she had a duty? It meant that no matter what, she needed to keep going, try harder, do better...

Brisa cocked her head. "Y'know, I was only fixin' to get trainin' in fer the sake of routine and groundin' myself, but now that y'mention it, there sure is somethin' different about my shadows since Diyem got free." She tensed her claws, reminded herself of her own miseries, that she was...

With her brief respite in the study over, but her mind still going a million miles a minute, Brisa needed something productive to do that wouldn't push her further out of sorts. She needed to ground herself with something easy before she had a hope of reassuring others or making hard choices...

Brisa did care about her whole team. That wasn't exactly what she'd meant, though. But . . . it didn't seem like a priority to resolve her heartache when they had mere days to prepare for a fight with Joule, if they could even survive the incoming attack... She nodded to her companions. "Thank...

"Guess we'll find out pretty soon," said Jesse, wondering why shopping would be a priority for anyone besides Lillie, with her outfit predicament. "We'll be spendin' our first night in this world soon enough. Gettin' some rest will help us all, I'm right sure. Hope t'see you in better spirits...

Jesse took more whiskey from his flask to wash down the last of his muffin. What he really wanted were some decent poached eggs. Too bad. You couldn't always have what you fucking wanted, and that was the way of it. No point griping when you could take action. "You take a minute to get yer...

Jesse curled his lip back for a moment, then let it go with a sigh. "Maybe yer cosmog came t'this world too. Maybe there's a power here that can get y'home, like the power that got me to mine. Maybe y'don't find either of those but ya keep yer shit t'gether and try to make this world better...

Brisa hissed through her teeth. "Yeah, okay, I dunno why I even tried to anonymise the question. Yeah, this is about Astrid." The name hung in the air, daring Brisa to say other honest things. "I . . . really care about her. An' the posse needs her, of course. Perhaps I can get her t'see...

Brisa raised a brow. "If keepin' folks in line ain't a leadership responsibility, I don't know what is. Ya seem perfectly indispensable t'me." She blew out a breath and put her tail-tuft the the floor to trace patterns. What was she really asking about, if not anything that occurred to Maple to...

Nothing better. Brisa accepted the answer. It was enough, though it did strange things to the space behind her ribs. "We'll get him back," she said. "I promise. I consider it my duty." Her tail twitched uneasily. She'd been meaning to learn something of duty from Blade since the incident that...