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"I'm sick of having so little information," snarled Brisa. "We oughta be able to reason with each other based on what we know to be true. I'll be rectifyin' that as best I can in days to come. But in the meantime, y'can count me in fer this rematch. I'll take on anyone in a friendly challenge...

Brisa scowled. "We've stood up to one threat after another and won every single time. We've saved innocents, we've helped purify victims, we've... we've even made friends here. We'll keep doin' that, whatever anyone has to say about it." Luz beamed ear-to-ear. This was what she liked to hear.

Well, that all fucking tracked well enough, and the upside of this fucking situation was maybe Jesse would actually get to enjoy himself for five minutes if he could turn his fucking brain off long enough. Drinks would help with that. Maybe if he couldn't read minds here, he also wouldn't...

Brissa scoffed. "Well I sure ain't gonna kill myself or let anyone do me in, just in case Shield is right and Team Spectrum are a liability. Honestly, if Diyem could control us, he oughta have controlled Zane during our first week to save him damagin' our fuckin' reputation so badly with that...

Jesse blinked at the kid's formal and articulate rejection of that psychic motherfucker's bad vibes. Sounded like terms and conditions, fuckin' lawyer-speak. Gods. What the fuck. Who was this fucking kid? "Parties, huh? Uh, I don't really go to parties so much, kid. I don't rightly know why...

Okay, time to start asking questions. And try not to swear in front of the kid. How old was the little fucker, anyway? Like, ten? Ten years old? He didn't fucking know, gods. "Okay, Squirt. So this Committee, they have some kinda particular interest in you, huh. How come they're goin' to the...

What the complete and utter fuck was this. Jesse looked around the whole of the mountain, pacing from location to location in the blink of an eye, his whole body a furious scowl of discontent. His body... he was still a delphox, even though there were humans on that television and some kind of...

"Hang on a minute," said Brisa, her mind sprinting. "Shield, there's a hell of a lot you ain't caught up with yet. The Mewtwo you're fightin' created an artificial Dark Matter some time ago, and we destroyed it in Shaymin Village, under orders of our Dark Matter. Then there's the issue of the...

Brisa shot Bahamut a sour look. "If that's true, I'm sure Buffet will corroborate your assessment, fella." Fuckin' dude was no less cavalier for bein' a cat-critter and not a great big fuckin' prism, huh. "You thought that was Dark Matter, right? And that yer Dark Matter was the same one who...

Brisa sighed. "Our posse's record is pretty patchy. We haven't done right by everyone since arrivin'. It's small wonder folks are still suspicious. But what's complicatin' things worst of all is how many factions and unknowns and goddamn uncertainties are still at hand. And that's without...

It was a strange thing indeed to be talking about such matters in Destiny Tower again so soon. "They're embarrassed," posited Brisa. "Losin' a fight against mortals, almost gettin' kidnapped, and bein' strung along by a fella not in possession of all the facts... It ain't a good look for...

"Sure do. I'd even give ya decent odds against me in a rematch." She gave Astrid a wry smirk. "'Course, you'd better take that chance while you can. I don't plan on slacking at the trainin' grounds." Those gleaming eyes. It meant that much to Astrid, just to be told she looked strong? She...

Oh, oh good, Astrid hadn't gotten the wrong idea. If she'd– Yeah. Good. "I'm sure it's right as rain," said Brisa, getting up to walk back. The weather was still idyllic. Still time for a pleasant meal. She gave Astrid another look up and down. "Congratulations, by the way. You look... You...

"Yeah. Guess I am. But that trick of yers was astoundin'... at least while it worked! Let's call it a draw?" Brisa shook herself a little drier, and looked back for a moment to their would-be picnic spot. They still had time for food. "Ready for a bite yet?" she asked Astrid, grinning. ...ah...

Astrid, Ninetales Astrid, was… stunning. In this form she had more power, and more beauty, than Brisa could have expected. Forget the race, all she wanted to do was look at– Astrid fell in the fucking river. Awe and joy could wait. So could the fucking race. Brisa dove in at once, knowing...

Brisa was looking sidelong at Astrid, all smiles, when the light came. No. Don’t you fucking explode on me from a friendly challenge! Don’t ruin this! But it wasn’t Radiance. It was something far more marvellous. “Astrid! Look at you, you’re evolving!”

Brisa's ears pricked at the sound of something crashing in the river. She looked to her side and– Huh. Well there was a sight to see. Astrid was… Brisa didn't know if there was a word for it. She was riding one of her Radiant Icebergs, surging along faster even than Brisa's current pace...

Brisa couldn’t resist a challenge. Her fur sparked into a full electrical blaze as she pushed ahead with a Wild Charge. You want me to be faster, Astrid? How’s this! “Come on, then! Give it all you got, partner!”

“Two... Three!” Brisa paced herself, knowing that Astrid was full of surprises and that she’d be wise to save some energy. Still, her new body—her old body, or near enough—had so much of her former power that keeping pace with Astrid felt easy, effortless. And fun. Brisa put her head back and...

“Only if yer prepared to lose again,” Brisa replied, already stretching her body in preparation for a good race. She ran plenty often, but a race was something she hadn’t done in a long while… Sparks flew off her mane as she shook her head loose. “First to tap a tree trunk wins, go on the...