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Brisa hummed in thought, her tail-tip tracing patterns on the ground as she consulted what she'd committed to memory. "Owen's 'perceive' ability is quite somethin', wouldn't ya say? It's a key reason we perform so well in our coordinated battles, and it's a unique asset when investigatin'. I...

Brisa nodded at the lampent with gratitute and admiration evident on her face. "Nicely fuckin' done," she said, with a low whistle. "Can't say I woulda thought of that!" She pointed at Cabot with a flick of her tail. "Sailor's right. I still reckon we should get Breaker's take on Owen's...

Brisa frowned. "That energy signature is harder to explain, but it doesn't change the plan." She cocked her head at Owen's shadow. "Wishkeeper... Do you have any memory of the night's events?"

Brisa scowled. "We have a plan. Hatterene Breaker will investigate Owen. The sooner the better, so we can learn the truth of it, and maybe figure out how to prevent this sorta shit happenin' again. There's still a lot we don't know, and we oughtn't to make rash decisions that reduce our fightin'...

Brisa stood firm. "Giovanni has shown he can kidnap and control the gods of this world. Anyone on the planet is at risk of that . . . even members of God Squad. That's no reason fer us to turn on our own. I nearly started down that road after we lost Sword, and I won't make that mistake again."...

Brisa listened to everyone, keeping between Owen and the rest. "We can speculate all we like about Owen," she said, at last, "but the real question is our incomplete understandin' of the blacklight. Y'all have been assumin' that charizard teleported. What if it ceased existin'? What if the...

Brisa approached Owen, mostly to see if he was alright, but also to put herself between him and Shield. "Owen," she said, quietly. "Were you dreamin' jus' now? And either way, d'you remember takin' the Harmony Scarf?" She swivelled one ear back to listen to the assembled pokémon, cautious of...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: im gettin kate back to the guildhouse shes gonna spend the night at my place [Brisket > Team Spectrum]: Luz, you ought to have checked with me first. Is Kate well? I trust you have been responsible with her. Also, does this really need to be in the group conversation...

"Aw hell," said Brisa. "This blacklight corruption deal just gets worse by the fuckin' minute, don't it?"

"I've no goddamn clue. The fella has a number of powers no ordinary pokémon could hope to achieve. But you're right about a possible imposter, that could just as easily have been an illusion or a shapeshifter." Brisa groaned under her breath at the arrival of confused, angry, powerful pokémon...

Brisa pursued the fleeing charizard with Kate for a hot minute, then skidded to a halt as the bastard vanished. "Well that's that," she said, spitting on the ground. "There's not much to be said fer conventional mobility in the face of fuckin' teleportation. Goddamnit." She loped closer to the...

"Yeah. Fer sure!" Damn, she must be bone-tired if two double whiskeys and an embarrassing but easily-salvaged misunderstanding was all it took to get her face hot. It was hard to care when she was beyond excited at the prospect—finally!—of duelling with Starr. Now that sounded like the time of...

Brisa's ears burned a little at Starr's words. Why'd she have to do that? Treating this like no big deal, even though it meant something to Brisa. "W-well, great! I'm glad t'hear it!" She huffed the embarrassment away and reminded herself that this was good, that Starr had agreed to it, that...

No! No, that wasn't– "Y'ain't botherin' me!" she shot back. "Y'got the wrong idea, partner!" Brisa tugged on Starr's paw, tried to meet her eye. "I wanna fight you as a friend," she said. "Battlin' is how I understand folks, how I get t'feel close to 'em. You're the most fantastic goddamn...

"I know– hey, I know that," stammered Brisa. Her tail thrashed with the urge to defend herself, but her friend wasn't putting her down, she was smiling at her and telling her she cared, in her own odd way. Starr wasn't placing expectations on her, but relieving her of them. Wind and weather...

It was turning out to be one hell of a fucking day. Brisa had returned home last night to find a stranger in her dorm—albeit one Luz had texted her to expect—and woken late with a mild hangover. (Not half as bad as poor Kate's hangover, mind.) Then she'd spend half the day sorting out the...

"Apparently he might remember changin' his mind, accordin' to Buffet..." Wait. 'Always gotta be the one to fix things'? "Hold up a second. Whaddaya mean by that, partner? I– I'm just one gal, I can't fix everythin'. I dunno what yer talkin' about." Brisa blinked in confusion and went to her...

Brisa looked up with a quiet chuckle. "I thought of askin' you to come, but I couldn't stand the thought of him diggin' around in yer head. Dave's a dark type, so I thought he'd be clear, but he actually let Jesse do it. Out of, I dunno, stubbornness or somethin'." She tutted, shook her head...

She blew out a breath in a voiceless whistle. Jesse and Dave. How to talk about that? "As fer my pa... I guess I asked Dave to come, and he said yes, and Buffet said that was fine. I thought... I thought he'd have my back. Give Jesse shit if he tried browbeatin' me. In the end, he couldn't wait...

Brisa let Starr grip her paw as long as she wanted; there was nothing that could make Brisa snatch her paw back now. She smiled drily. "I just wanna say... as much as everythin' feels like it's goin' to shit sometimes, and how tired I am, and how fuckin' bad I feel about Sword... when I look at...