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Brisa wanted to shrivel up and expire. She was speaking to this world's creator and arch-deity, and he was busy and preparing to sacrifice himself for his life for the sake of the world. She was wasting both their time and energy. She stepped back, and backed into Luz, who didn't budge. Her...

"Stars above, Luz. I don't care which of us goes first, I just don't get why you're so keen that it be me." Brisa and her familiar walked into Destiny Tower, the luxio's shoulders hunched in discomfort and the zeraora-shade's paws confidently astride her hips. They walked as if Luz was somehow...

It seemed like Saltriv was at least committed to doing their part. That was all Brisa could ask—she wouldn't be any more comfortable than they were in their position, that was certain. What had the chikorita experienced in their past to give them shadows like that? She didn't envy them that...

"There's a good mon," said Brisa, with a grim smile. "Well done on findin' yer umbral power. I know it ain't easy, but we're countin' on you as much as everyone else when th'fight comes. Be brave, Saltriv."

Brisa scowled and readied a terse admonition about duty, and then cut herself off with a sigh. The poor critter looked damn near crying. "Saltriv, techniques like this can mean th'difference 'tween defeat an' victory," she said, carefully. "Look... Starr gets hurt every time she uses Flare...

Brisa shook herself free of her shadows, but the tension in her limbs remained, as did the feeling of being bruised. "Yer new shadow technique," she growled. "Looks t'me like whoever it hits gets stronger—much stronger—at the cost of bein' hurt." She eyed Saltriv, whose expression was already...

What if she failed? The thought wasn't her own; it came as an intrusion. She stumbled as she made the realisation. At first she rejected it the same as any other such thought, automatically—dwelling on the possibility of failure was useless. She focused on solutions, not failure. But what if...

Brisa basked in the light a moment. This kind of sparring was its own kind of fun! "C'mon, Saltriv. Let's see yer shadows, now. Reach fer those hard feelings! What if I let you down, huh?" She gave them a moment before charging in again, this time with shadow energy surging across her pelt.

Brisa threw herself into battle like other mon might throw themselves at a feast. She couldn't help but enjoy herself, and the satisfaction of dodging moves and harrying Saltriv with her own. They could take a hit, at least! "Alright! Now to put ya to th'test!" she cried, as her eyes lit up...

Brisa cracked her neck and forepaw digits, then called for the match to start—"Come an' get me, Saltriv!" She began with an easy flurry of quick attacks to test the chikorita's mettle in single combat. She'd seen them fight against Giovanni to their credit, but this was a duel, and that was a...

It was hard to believe they'd actually beat Joule, if Brisa was honest. Harder still to continually reassure people of something she didn't know for certain. All the same, she'd keep doing it. She only had to do it until they actually defeated the fucker, after all. "We'll pull through," she...

"Yeah, y'got that shadow move, don'tcha?" replied Brisa. "Luz figured out it's got some kinda splash effect makin' it unsafe in a crowd." Luz had been hit by that splash effect. Lucky for Luz, she'd been in good health and able to brush it off. "Your umbral move could come from a similar kinda...

The chikorita sure had some anxious energy! Brisa could sense it coming off them even with the radiance giving them a bit of pep. Maybe that was a good thing. Shadows had to come from somewhere, and the team would make good use of them. "I've found that folks generally get their 'umbral' moves...

Brisa nodded with approval. "Jus' like that, yeah. Say, I've been trainin' with folks of late t'see what new powers they've developed now Diyem's on Cibus with us. Reckon you could give it a shot?" She was pretty sure she hadn't planned on training Saltriv this session, but there was no time...

Brisa looked her teammate up and down. This was the first she'd seen of this kind of effect. Maybe Saltriv had such poor emotional regulation that mere exposure to exotic energy on Cibus was painful for them? She had no idea. Still, they ought to be able to at least wield it. "Y'know . . ...

The endless training and sparring sessions were blending into each other. Had she booked a session with Saltriv? She genuinely didn't remember. "Mm? Saltriv? Howdy, there. You here to train, or somethin'?" Damn, the kid looked absolutely beat. Were grass types suffering from the atmospheric...

Brisa's eye prickled to hear such encouragement. Gods, what she'd have given to hear this sort of shit from her own parents... "I sore appreciate it," she replied, smiling. "Whatever it is y'got planned, I'll buy you th'time ya need. Never doubt it." {We got places t'be, darlin',} sent Luz...

Brisa chuckled. "Okay, fair enough. Sure feels like I got one hell of an opportunity, bein' pulled clean outta one world an' into another, given powers to meet or even surpass what I used t'have, an' presented with foes like we've face so far." She looked up at Joule. Joule was a hero, wasn't...

Shit to work out. Maybe. "Hell, I forget y'all can't see that stuff. Yeah, that's Owen's shadow. Goes by th'name of Wishkeeper, behaves an' talks like Owen used to, when he were younger. Fella's older than you'd guess, apparently." She sighed. "Yeah, I guess it works differently fer...

Brisa bit her lip, and thought for a moment. Luz spoke up to fill the silence. "Y'know, they say you only grow through adversity. What don't kill ya, makes ya stronger, an' all that. I guess I believe that! The legends say that Zeraora Luz, th'Wanderin' Light, was once a lil' kitten too, til'...