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"Telling the same sad story to too many mon, huh? I know the feelin'." Brisa shook her head. Why not talk about something more positive? It wasn't like they were short of victories to celebrate, was it? "Bein' trapped in the reverse world feels like a lifetime ago now. D'you know that since...

"I'm fine." She felt tired, stressed, and vaguely negative in general, but that was all stuff she could cope with. Years alone dealing with her demons meant she was used to that kind of feeling, and she really was fine. Just fine. "Well, I've been workin' my hardest, so yeah, I'm tired. That...

"I don't need anythin'." She said it so automatically, but actually, she was pretty thirsty... "Y'know what? Sure," said Brisa. She took her beaker from her satchel and held it out for some refreshment. "Thanks, partner. ...Say. I got th'feelin' there's somethin' on yer mind, Cynthian. Am I...

This was . . . downright strange. Brisa had some experience in speaking with mon she hadn't seen in months, but Cynthian was a teammate. A friend? She'd have hesitated to call him that before, but now that her heart had loosened up, that's what she felt about most of the posse. "Sure has. Heard...

Brisa emerged from her dorm flicking through the notes on her badge as she passed through the lounge, looking for incomplete tasks. She'd already been across half the city and back by now, but there was always more to do... She spotted a familiar-looking roselia sat dejectedly on a couch...

Well, that was close enough to a concession for a first try, Brisa supposed. And the additional implicit compliment was . . . nice. "Honestly, that sounds exactly right fer me," she replied, with a sigh of fatigue. "I'm beat. But I ain't had a good round of cards in longer'n I care to recall...

Brisa grinned at the warning. Of course Kate would see being open and honest as a naive thing to expect. That was more than fair. You didn't start a companionable friendship by spilling your guts on the first day, that was true enough. Still, opening her heart to folks had done her well so far...

Brisa listened with ears perked as Kate elaborated at length on the circumstances of her world. It sounded a damn sight more grim in some ways than Brisa was used to, that was for sure. She was only realising it now, but hearing of worlds so unlike her own time and time again—and being...

Brisa hid a flattered smirk behind her drink at the 'x-ray vision' comment, then curled her lip back at Kate's explanation of law enforcement by contract. What the fuck was this? It felt . . . perverse. "Paid commissions fer takin' outlaws sounds downright unsettlin' t'me. Wouldn't these...

Brisa shrugged. Who knew if she was even right, or if this was something quantifiable? Didn't it matter who the folks in Kate's question were outside of this one moment in time? She cocked her head and stared up sidelong at the blacklight bleeding through from above. "I figure yer example ain't...

What constituted heroism? That was a pretty tough question, if she was honest. "Well, I was raised on Escarpa folklore and my pa's life lessons. And both of those emphasised doin' yer moral duty and showin' bravery in the face of danger and makin' the responsible decisions even at cost to...

That didn't sound so dissimilar to the sentiments a lot of the team were expressing lately, or had done in other daunting situations. Kate was pretty candid about it. Surprisingly so. What hit Brisa harder thatn that was the implication that Kate was used to fighting on the back foot, but with...

Foraging, huh? That didn't mean actual foraging, Brisa was certain. That wasn't in line with Kate's species, or a number of other details she'd conceded, which meant it was probably a figurative term. So then– "Sounds like dungeon crawlin'. Subsistence dungeon crawlin' is how my ma's folk make...

Brisa sighed. Kate's friend couldn't have had the same expectations as were laid on her. "I didn't have much of a choice but to take after 'em. Nobody else stepped up as ranger when my parents made 'emselves scarce, so..." So she'd had to protect an entire town alone, just sixteen years of...

Gods, it really had been no time at all for Kate. Poor fucker. At least her body seemed able to keep up with the rest of the team in combat. "Yeah, I can relate. Back home is sure nothin' like this. I ain't seen a legendary pokémon afore I came to Cibus. Nor any of this technology. Nor cities...

Brisa gave a nod of thanks and reached in her satchel for her usual ceramic tumbler. "Salt 'n' spit's just a kinda swearin', Kate, not a cocktail. Anyway, sure. If Luz liked it, chances are I will: we got the same taste in practic'ly everythin'." She let Kate pour her some glühwein, and gave...

"Yeah. Uh..." Maybe she was too tired to just talk. She needed something to loosen her tongue and quiet some of the thoughts spilling about in her head. Brisa's eyes flashed gold as she pulled up just the slightest touch of radiance. Enough to speak freely without feeling the fatigue quite so...

"You have my word," said Brisa. "I won't tell a soul. Hmph. Alright, Diyem, I'll let ya rest. Contact me if need be." Were he not Dark Matter, she'd have considered offering him some token of physical comfort. But he was Dark Matter. And so she did not. "Get stronger," was all she said, as she...

Brisa smirked a little. It was an unfamiliar expression and didn't fit well on her muzzle. "I'm fine. As fer you, if it won't kill ya to use a normal goddamn voice then get th'fuck over yerself and use it. Anyway, despite all yer skepticism, my chinwag with Maple leads me to believe you're...

Gods, Brisa was fucking exhausted. She just needed to spend a spare moment in her dorm or something, catch a breath, maybe get herself a drink... She thought of bothering Luz, and immediately discarded the idea. She didn't know whose company she wanted right now– Ah. Sneasel . . . Kate, wasn't...