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Brisa yanked at her cheek fur in frustration. "There y'go again. Reducin' the situation too damn much." She let out a long sigh of her own. "I ain't expectin' Maple to pay a visit to ya durin' yer recovery outta the goodness of her heart. I'm expectin' Maple to believe that workin' with us...

Goddamnit. That grouchy bastard. Brisa closed her eyes and let a snarl of discontent peter out, until she was once again stable. "I'm not convinced y'ain't jus' hidin' under them there blankets 'cause yer embarrassed to look like a newborn," she said, at last. "You'll get over yerself soon...

Brisa curled her lip back, then stopped herself, shook her mane free of a little excess shadow, and returned to the steady hum of darkness she'd been maintaining. "Y'ain't exactly wrong. But yer framin' it without any goddamn nuance! You're so scared that folks won't trust you, even though the...

"Master yer fuckin' fear, Diyem," hissed Brisa. "Y'ain't alone here. Whatever happens, I'll speak in yer defence." She scoffed. "Why, I'm willin' to bet you never even thought you could set foot on Cibus without being exterminated on sight, now, did ya? Yet, here you are. Arceus and Maple alike...

The shadows churned. Deception. It didn't come easily to Brisa to accept deception. It had been tough to deceive Buffet about Diyem's willingness to speak to him even with a white lie. Still... "I'll respect yer judgment," she growled. "Even though with shadows coursin' through me I still ain't...

Ah. Naturally. Brisa grimaced. "Kinda had a feelin' she'd be in the world's guts," she replied, hushing her voice in kind. "So this doesn't just mean she's actively workin' at puttin' hurt on Cibus, but that to put a stop to her . . . we gotta convince everyone that Dark Matter and his posse...

Brisa's ears perked up. "This a 'prowl up an' take 'em out' kinda knowledge, or somethin' else desperately terifyin' to fret about?" she asked, her voice dust-dry. She already knew this wasn't good news, or Diyem would get to the point. It didn't really matter. The threats facing them were...

Brisa let out a short, humourless laugh of relief. "I sore needed t'hear that. Okay. Good." What next, then? "Alright. D'you have any insight into Giovanni's plans given what we know now? It feels like we're collectin' tiny pieces of a shattered whole picture. He's usin' radiance, shadows...

Brisa nodded, and approached to sit by the bed. She was so tired. "Glad t'hear Owen is fillin' you in. Wasn't sure how caught up you'd be, given yer condition an' all." She took her time with her words. No need to rush. She'd already spent so much of the day's time and there was only so much...

Brisa huffed. "Howdy, Diyem. Don't you worry, I ain't here to coddle ya. If you have the strength fer it, I figured we'd discuss the situation as it stands." She'd heard that Diyem had soundly rejected affection and consideration, and she intended to abide by those requests. What mattered now...

Brisa hardly stopped moving, going from location to location attending to everything she could think of. She sent Luz off to boost morale with the more fretful members of the posse, and occasionally exchanged a text or even minor telepathic exchanges. It was getting easier to open up. Slowly...

"Pays t'be prepared," shot back Luz with a toothy smile. "If I were makin' the call, I'd pack the lot fer this one."

Brisa and Luz watched the meeting proceed, exchanging thoughts in careful, halting telepathic exchanges. Every now and again, Brisa winced. Luz scratched notes into their notepad. Their tails lashed in matching bursts. "So, there's somethin' th'two of us were jus' thinkin'," said Brisa...

Luz put her hands astride her hips and beamed. "Why, th'pleasure was mine, partner! Be seein' ya round, then." She eyed Destiny Tower as she strolled past the charmander-shade. "Say, Burhalla. Y'might wanna get up there. Time's a-flowin'." She wasn't worried, though. The odds were always...

Luz looked up at Joule. Her fanged smile didn't fade in the slightest. "I'm not too worried about our sire. The posse always outdoes theirselves come time for a showdown. If'n yer worries concern facin' Joule, I suggest you get workin' on some form of solution to our predicament, though. I'm...

Brisa sighed into the hug, and let a little of her tension go. "Keep forgettin' yer prodigious age," she muttered. "Anyhow, uh . . . I guess I always figured I'd grow up t'be fearsome. Dreamed of puttin' myself between folks and the harm that'd come to 'em. I just..." "I dunno. Like I...

Brisa listened closely, shadow humming just at the threshold to examine the kind of feelings they were discussing. (It'd been easier to keep her gains in corruption in check since Luz started helping her train.) Her tail traced her patterns of memorisation, holding each point Owen made in her...

Luz raised a brow. "Well I hope I'm makin' a fantastic first impression fer the ultra shade community at large, such as it is," she quipped. She gestured vaguely with a paw. "You'd do well to socialise a bit, t'be honest. I never much minded bein' what an' who I am, but the folks'at did, they...

"Then that's good enough fer me. Pleasure t'meetcha, Ultra Shade Burhalla." Luz scratched her chin thoughtfully. "Although, I'm curious. What d'you make of those folks as ain't based on a specific person their host has memories of? I mean there's Puddle, there's Cal . . . there's even...

"It's what I reckon is true," drawled Luz, smirking. This one really was a brooder! "Say, you sure are a philosophical one, ain'tcha? I'm willin' to bet the flesh 'n' blood Burhalla would be ponderin' th'same sorta questions if he were here in yer place. Is there anythin' you've done in mind...