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Luz sucked her teeth. "Truffle, I know what a death wish is." Well, she'd said it. Why stop there? "Fer however long it was, that must've been a wretched time fer ya. But now you're livin' up to the claim you made in th'first place, and I reckon that makes you as heroic as any of 'em. I...

Truffle no that's so sad ur makin me cry

Luz winced. And she'd just been talking about ending her life. Stars... Ought she to hug him? She wanted to, but he might not appreciate it. But then, she wasn't one to do nothing. "Fella, that's a weight t'bear I can hardly imagine," she said, pawing the back of her neck. "I don't 'spect you...

Brisa couldn't help but snort and chuckle at Icetales' overblown encouragement. Still . . . it had the desired effect. After all, wasn't that what she wanted? To be a light in the darkness? To bring justice? She sipped her cider and smiled. Maybe it wasn't all she wanted, but... Well, it was...

Brisa bit her lip and dropped her gaze. Her whole face stiffened as the ninetales spoke. He was so wrong and so right all at the same time and she could barely stand it. How to explain that she did it wholly out of duty, but that since realising she had friends among the posse, she'd been...

"Well don't leave me curious, partner," drawled Luz, slumping over the back of her chair. "There's a statement with a story behind it if'n I ever heard one. I'm listenin'." Something about her opening-up had hit a nerve for him, it seemed, so Luz offered another, more gentle grin. After all...

"Sure," said Luz, shrugging. "Cibus is a fine world, don't get me wrong. But it ain't where I'm meant t'stay." She waved her tail vaguely and cupped her cheek. She'd called herself a native of Cibus before, but her memories were all of Brisa's world, and her dreams all lay somewhere else. Who...

Luz chuckled drily. "I need t'be needed," she said, firmly. "Era of peace? I'd go stir crazy, I'm sure of it. I guess I'd . . . volunteer fer emergency services. Sign onto every combat tournament on th'planet. Mentor young folks as had th'inklin' to be heroes after I'm gone, if I can even die. I...

Brisa sipped at her cider for a bit before answering. That . . . was a hard thing to reply to earnestly, and yet she wanted to be honest with Icetales. She drummed her claws on the table and sparked up the tiniest bit of radiance and shadow. "I want the things I've learned t'stay with me...

Luz fidgeted uncomfortably. "I mean, y'say that, but I don't..." She bit her lip. The 'ectoplasm' of her body's 'flesh' was pliable beneath her teeth. She concentrated, and firmed up even further. There wasn't any discomfort even so, when she bit. It felt like there ought to be. "I don't know...

"Hmm." Luz pawed at her chin. Motivation, huh? She tended to think about things in terms of actions and consequences, not motivation. Yet, she must have motivations for choosing some actions over others... "I dunno why I do what I do," she confessed. "I took the form of the folk hero Zeraora...

Luz' smile remained, but softened considerably. "I guess even fer an interdimensional squad of superheroes, collateral damage and injured innocents are part of the course, huh?" She looked away for a second. She hadn't assumed anything about the squad, exactly, and she knew that they'd had...

Luz' eyes went as wide as her grin as she listened. "Well ain't that a story!" she exclaimed. "It's real tragic that a bystander should have to go through that, but I guess y'all did the right thing after th'fact." She raise a brow and leaned forward. "What's yer story, fella? You sign up...

Luz sucked her teeth and nodded. "Yep, that's about right. Can't be all work an' no play, that's fer sure." She peered at the book. "So, you'n' Leg, huh? Y'all live t'gether, what's the relationship there? I ain't spent time with any of y'all God Squad folks aside from a minute here'n' there...

"Howdy, fella! Many thanks, I put a lot of effort into the preparations~" Luz pulled up a seat and sat backward on it, facing Truffle and his book. "Say, what's yer interest in that, then? Somethin' yer workin' on fer Leg's sake?"

There was a lot to unpack there, but as Icetales was asking Brisa to tell of herself, she let it go, merely giving a nod of sympathy. "I'm a ranger. Keeper of the peace, closest thing to real law enforcement on the frontier. I detain bandits an' the like, help out folks in sticky situations...

"I'll have what this fella's havin'," said Brisa. Leppa cider was a good choice. She leaned an arm on the table and relaxed a little. She'd worked so damn hard, she could switch off for a minute, with one drink. "So, you were a noblemon or somethin' like that back home, ain't it so?" she...

A 'firmament', huh? Not bad. "Y'know... We nearly called ourselves 'Team Constellation', as I recall." Brisa had actually liked that one better, but Spectrum was snappier, she could admit. "Can't say as I wanna ask anythin' of ya, save to keep folks' spirits up ahead of the showdown," she...

Icetales stared into space, he muzzle twitching. Had Brisa . . . struck a nerve? She let him figure out whatever it was that was spinning in his head, and, at last, he replied. Phew. A positive response. But Brisa knew better than to leave it there. She nodded, and held her gaze evenly. "I know...

Supposedly Truffle rarely stayed in that ominous abode he shared with Leg. With how dark she preferred to keep it, and his reputation for chipperness, that seemed to track, though Luz was curious why they should then share a dwelling at all. Maybe with so much going on, and Truffle's usual...