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....Alright, here she went. "Delphox Jesse Stranger was . . . is . . . my father. He used to read my mind all the damn time t'check if I had my shit t'gether. Havin' my thoughts an' feelings scrutinised jus' takes me back to those times. Makes me feel like I'm gonna fall short, earn a lecture...

Brisa nodded along as Cabot explained what the team had more or less fully covered by now. Some of the techniques he described, she was already using to some extent, or close enough. She'd learned to talk about her emotions without being consumed by them, to a point. Maybe Cabot's feelings just...

Challenges I beta-read a chapter of LC for @Chibi Pika and a oneshot for a non-TR friend. I also did a fuckton of writing, editing, and drawing, easily more than the required minimum. Brisa's Moves and Perks: Thunder Cage Facade 🆕 Helping Hand Howl Radiant Arrest Shadow Maul Shining Whiplash...

Brisa listened closely. Interesting that Owen had turned Cabot down—though she was sure the charmeleon had his reasons. This wasn't a solution, though... Just a preamble. What had Cabot learned? "Can't say I've been keen t'summon my shadow, either," she admitted. "Meetin' mine was disturbin'...

Ah, excellent. Time to have a chinwag. "Howdy, Cabot. Been busy, yeah." Judging by the kid's appearance, he was in perfect fighting nick as always. She'd expected that. The cranidos was nothing if not diligent (and idealistic). They wouldn't need to discuss the basics. Brisa was much more...

Another mealtime, another opportunity to touch base with a teammate. Brisa went to the cafeteria counter and bought herself some paw food, just in case Cabot declined and she left for training elsewhere, eating on the move... Hopefully he was available. Flexible and adaptive scheduling meant...

"Sure y'would've, partner!" Luz agreed, laughing as Puddle dropped off and followed Vix away. "Seeya round, y'all," called Brisa, smiling unexpectedly. Brisa gave a wave to her departing friends. How strange to have so many, after so long assuming it was impossible. If they were on Cibus much...

Jesse and Sierra... They weren't the greatest, no. Not in every measure, anyhow. Vix didn't even know that it was their absence which had been killing Brisa for years, nor that she'd dealt with Jesse after coming to Cibus... Now wasn't the time to explain all that. "I dunno, Vix. Maybe I'll...

Gods, she'd hit that target in one, huh. "Uh, yeah. My pa's human. He was brought to my world specifically t'save it an' I guess he stuck around to have me." She didn't know how to explain how hard that had made her life, or even if she should. Being miserable wasn't a great way to make a...

Brisa grinned darkly. Eera and Castiss were bandit-hunters, huh? They sounded rather more deadly than Brisa ever was, but she'd certainly come back from her share of missions covered in outlaws' blood. "Ah, well... I always admired the Wanderin' Light, Zeraora Luz Escarpa. Grew up hearin'...

Brisa chewed that one over for a second. Certainly all the folks on Team Spectrum, the God Squad, the Luz of myth and the Luz beside her, and her own parents... They were all different. All good fighters, sure, but there wasn't even a single way to do that, as she kept telling Icetales and other...

Well, Vix was sure excited about being a hero, or something like that... Brisa could talk about that. Albeit with some discomfort. "Wait, so when you say 'hero', y'don't rightly know what y'have in mind?" asked Brisa. "Even so, it's . . . admirable, that you'd wanna be one. Even if I ain't...

Oh, so Vix was stuck in a small town too? They should talk about that some time... "Hey, that's no bad thing, partner!" said Brisa, awkwardness forgotten. "I'll spar with you any time! Or watch a good fight. That's one of th'best things about Cibus: the combat sport industry. Nothin' like it...

'Fancy meeting you here' and a stammer. Oh gods. Vix was not keen on talking, evidently. Probably down to Brisa absolutely scrubbing the colosseum floor with the poor gal. Aw hell. "We've met a few times," Brisa corrected, for want of anything better to say. She winced. That wouldn't help. "Uh...

Brisa paced down from the stands towards the colosseum exit, amidst the crowds, wondering if she could get away with simply leaping down to save time. She could handle the fall, she was sure. "What the fuck, Luz? Arceus? No, I never thought t'bother Arceus with anythin', no." "Aw, why not...

"I . . . take yer meanin'," said Brisa. Luz shoved her lightly. "So you'll keep yerself steady, right?" "...Guess I can try." Luz grinned. "Good enough fer me. Alright then, Papi, we've taken up enough of yer time. I expect t'shoot th'breeze with ya after the fight, y'hear?" Brisa shrank...

Luz threw her arms up in the air. "Thank you! Consarnit, Brisa, maybe now you'll lay off a lil', since Arceus is sayin' y'can't jus' keep burnin' t'nothin'." Brisa dropped her gaze and felt her ears heat up. Even Arceus' choice of wording, burn right up– Did he mean to put her in mind of Bright...

"Huh..." Brisa chewed that over. She'd heard some of this before, but she'd always assumed there was some religiosity behind it all, given the occasional iconography worn by devotees and the slinging-around of that word, 'god'. Much of Team Spectrum seemed to be from worlds where...

"Honestly, legendary pokémon make 'emselves scarce back where I'm from," explained Brisa. "Th'real Zeraora Luz only turns up in my part of the country 'bout once in a generation. Ain't ever met a legend before I came here, in fact . . . an' it's pretty rare fer folks t'treat 'em like gods. Makes...

Adopted. It was just too much. Brisa ignored it and ploughed on as best she could. "Best of fortune t'you with whatever yer plannin'," she managed. "Don't suppose there's anythin' th'likes of us can help with, but we're at yer service if'n there is." Luz crossed her arms and radiated low...