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Brisa grinned. "Ah. He's somethin' of a perfectionist, then? ...I think we can use that." She tried to read the expression in Maple's eyes as the Voice talked about her lover and touched his doppelganger with affection. Even when Maple spoke critically of Joule, her depth of feeling for him was...

Brisa scratched her cheek fur and frowned. "You talkin' about radiant corruption, gettin' dirt on his armour, or somethin' else? 'Cause I ain't safely assumin' anythin'."

Jesse shrugged. The anger was leaving him pretty much instantly; this was just a scared kid, she didn't know what he'd done. "We'll find a way t'fix it. ...You're thinkin' about this all wrong, Lillie. It ain't about whether yer achievements or capabilities are up t'scratch, what matters is...

Jesse couldn't care less what Lillie was or wasn't thinking. Whatever she felt so shit about, there was no fucking way it would register to him. At least not right now. He rubbed his temple to ease the migraine. "I'm hearin' yer thoughts. There's a difference. Anyway, kid, listen... Don't...

Jesse flinched as if he'd been slapped. "I volunteered fer the life I've lived," he growled. "I'm responsible fer bein' this way. I ain't a victim." It was his own fault. Every time he'd been hurt, or felt like shit, or let someone down, it had been because of that decision. A decision he's...

Jesse gave a nod of thanks and tucked in. {Have a lil' conviction, kid,} he sent, casually. {I know y'had a good reason. Victory don't come so easy to those as give up on theirselves this quick, y'hear?}

Brisa sighed, and accepted the state of ignorance once again descending on her. It had become far too familiar a feeling. "Fine, then. I also wanted to ask if y'knew of any weaknesses or strategies we could use, if we gotta fight Joule. I'd understand if'n y'hadn't shared everythin' to date...

Jesse bristled at her immediate thought, but let it go. "All I know is, you ain't a bad sort, and they're adult humans chasin' you around. Sounds like creeps t'me." That seemed simple enough to Jesse. What was with this girl? And, more than that... "God it's fuckin' weird seein' human bodies...

Brisa scowled. It wasn't their fault that the answer wasn't reassuring, but... "I've been worryin' about the fate of the familiars ever since they hatched," she admitted. "Are they gonna stick around? Mature into somethin' else? Return to Joule when the time comes? There's nobody we can ask...

Oh, yikes. Poor kid hadn't had much fun today, huh. "Relax," he drawled, "I just saw what I was lookin fer. The good news is, I reckon you'll snap back t'yer body the minute yer done in this world. The bad news is I ain't got much advice fer dealin' with those creeps back home. Best of luck...

Brisa flicked her tail in thought as she watched the odd couple. Strength, huh? Something occurred to her. "Say, the two of you know Joule better'n anyone. I got a few questions about the fella, but most of all, I've been cogitatin': why d'you reckon he created the shades? Would he, could he...

Brisa shook her head. "No, y'weren't. Neither was I, or a lotta folks in the posse. Neither was Diyem." Who among the team had been pleasant, reasonable, and free of bad decisions, struggles and pain? Fucking nobody. Perhaps Cabot came the closest with his fervent optimism, but his talent was...

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"Oh, fuck." Oof. Jesse tried to laugh off his immediate alarm; who knew if the kid was even right? "Yeah I'm not gonna lie t'you, that's outside my breadth of experience. Hang tight, I'm gonna look fer somethin' in yer head." Jesse narrowed his eyes and initiated a pretty low level read of...

Jesse scratched behind his ear. Kid didn't seem offended... "Well, y'ain't an adult, right? I dunno what yer local legislation says, but where I'm from, the hard stuff is fer folks goin' on twenty. Weak beer fer you, partner. Anyway, yer new body is a property of bein' brought to a world meant...

Jesse smiled to himself. He didn't envy her the imagined experience with mimikyu eggs though, heavens... It had been tough enough to get used to being a fox, and he'd had to do it all over again after he got his memories back, and... Well. Nevermind. "Hey, it ain't so bad. Y'get a lotta free...

"Breakfast muffin fer me, thanks," replied Jesse. "Hot, if'n y'don't mind." "Well, I was summoned by my world's Voice of Life specifically to solve a crisis. So I did that, though I had t'find out what it was I had t'do and work up the courage fer it, first. I had amnesia, y'see. Didn't even...

"Ah..." He grinned, and sent a request for service to the staff. "Yeah, I sure have. I been a fox fer goin' on twenty-six years now. That's longer than a fair few of us have been alive for."

Jesse nodded and hid a smirk at how transparently not fine she was, even for regular folks. "Glad t'see ya in more suitable attire," he said, of her new outfit. "Was just thinkin' of havin' food if'n ywanna join me. I sure know when I was in yer position I coulda used someone who knew what it...

Lee eventually left to go torment some poor soul, and Jesse wished him a fond, if dry, farewell. He stuck around, slaking his thirst and nursing his migraine. The sneasel looked as if she'd had one too. Perhaps they could talk it over. Ah. The human-souled mimikyu was approaching. He couldn't...