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Jesse snarled with enough venom to put Sierra to shame. He didn't need a fucking type advantage. He'd pick this mongrel up by the goddamn scruff and wring him out until he saw stars. The nerve of this taint-sucking prick. "You think you know what fuckin' happened? What's been goin' through my...

Jesse blinked. Had he... heard that right? He reached to confirm from Dave's surface thoughts and his probe slid off the dog's mind. Fuck. Fucking dark type. "You... your daughter killed folks?" His jaw clenched up so tight he could barely get his words out amidst a full-throated growl. "Your...

What the actual fuck was this clown talking about? Jesse was about to lay into him to say no, you dense motherfucker, that's obviously not what he'd fucking meant, but then— Brisa had remembered the whole time? And taken it to heart? What the fuck. How? By the time Dave was done speaking, he'd...

Jesse's mind was starting to bleed, which would be obvious to anyone who wasn't a goddamn dark type. If this self righteous little shit could only hear Jesse's thoughts he'd know how wrong he was, and be ashamed of himself. But he couldn't. So he didn't. What was the point in talking to this...

"Eight?" muttered Jesse, wheels clearly turning in his head. Then he heard the rest of what Dave was saying and narrowed his eyes at the poochyena. Brisa knew that expression. She knew what came next. She backed out of her father's office, and went to shelter from the imminent diatribe...

Brisa's blood froze in her veins. Judging by his face, Jesse's was boiling. "What do you think you fuckin' know, huh?" hissed Jesse. "You think—" He cut off, his eyes snapping to Brisa's. There was a cauldron of emotion there; she saw anger, confusion, fear. Pretty much the same things she was...

Jesse looked at Dave like he was an idiot child. The tension between the two of them began to bubble. Brisa could feel it in her skull. Anger. Suspicion. Jealousy? Jesse leered at Dave, and spoke with an excess helping of derision. "Oh, y'think I'm gonna be tight-lipped about my whereabouts to...

"Yeah, that figures. But you're here anyway..." There was a weird look in Jesse's face. More earnest, hopeful, than she remembered him ever being. It faded so fast, Brisa found herself wondering if she'd imagined it. It was frustrating to realise, but he'd only ever been difficult, hadn't he...

Brisa watched the two of them with apprehension. "I wasn't sure what to expect when I came here. I needed someone I trust to come with me." "Right," said Jesse, slowly. "Pleasure t'meet ya, David. I'd offer you a drink, but I suspect our bodies ain't all that real right now. So. Why don't you...

Brisa found her voice. "No, this ain't a dream, Pa. I don't fully understand it myself, but this is kinda like a... a constructed environment fer our spirits, made from yer unconscious mind or somethin'. It... it doesn't matter how. The point is, I came here to... to speak with you." Jesse...

Luz cocked her head. "Howdy, Blade," she said. "We ain't met yet, but I'm Luz. One of yer fella's spawn. Not sure exactly how to take yer meanin', but I'm guessin' ya don't have it on faith that Team Spectrum are genuinely well-intentioned. That's fine an' all, but the way things've been goin'...

It had been quite the flight from the Guild. Luz let Icetales approach Maple first. She wasn't sure another shade was the best person to help first thing. Maybe once she'd calmed down. Instead, Luz put herself in front of Joule. Or Millijoule, as she was starting to think of him. "Howdy...

She scratched her chin with a massive paw, and eyed the exit where 'Millijoule' had gone. Time to see if Luz could lend a paw with Maple's crisis at all...

Very interested in Luz talking to Maple and/or Millijoule. Fairly interested in the other three, but we'll have to see how it goes.

Luz had watched the exchange attentively, fascinated by who and what Joule—mini Joule? Millijoule?—was, and how people reacted to him. What would his first impression be of her? But then Maple ran out, and the situation became very much not about Luz.

Luz drew closer. She had an intuition about what, exactly, was about to happen. Surely the emerging shade would take the appearance and persona of their sire. Her sire. She'd been in Joule's presence before, but it wasn't something she remembered. While this would not be quite the same...

Grieving a loved one who you feared may be dead was an alien concept to Luz. With empathy out of reach, she tried for sympathy and support. "Hey, this is a scary thing to find, but we don't yet know it means what yer afeared of. I doubt he's gone, it makes no sense fer that Giovanni fella to do...

Luz staggered to her feet and looked herself over, wincing. The escape had been a bit of a tumble, sure, but that burning sensation— "Did someone... attack me?" she asked aloud, unsure. She'd been hit by attacks in battle before, of course, but there was something deeply caustic about whatever...

"Let's leave this clown in the dust!" cried Luz, as she took the opportunity to seize the nearest important looking object and flee. The temptation to poke that ridiculous blaggard in the eyes was simply enormous, but Luz knew better than to go tempting fate. Better to make the soundest...

Luz counted off a pawful of reasons in favour, respectively, of collecting all the crystal parts versus following the posse into the large room. She decided on a compromise, taking the smallest crystal piece in a flash and hurrying back out to accompany her allies for a potential scuffle.