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If Owen was expectin a horrified reaction... he didn't get it. "I hear ya," she replied. She let the thought breathe for a moment. No sense in rushing her reply. "You're right that it ain't exactly the same for me. But it sure is close. When I've gone up against genuinely foul creatures, I...

Brisa nodded along and then leaned in when Owen delivered that weighty truth. "How did it happen?" she asked, evenly. "Not that you need to spill yer guts to me if you'd care not to. But I'll listen." She tried to keep her body language as steady and as approachable as possible, but she...

Brisa scoffed. "Well, you got sparrin' rules where you're from, right? You don't just..." Out with it, Ranger. "I put my teeth on Starr's neck. Put myself within one mistake of tearing her throat out. I know everyone's home world is different, but where I come from... you don't do that. You...

@SparklingEspeon 5m! Pls draw my shitty father asshole fox sheriff idiot man. He regularly says fuck and gave his daughter ptsd. He doesn't deserve to be drawn well tbh

Oh, good. Her 'friend' comment got a smile. That was a win. "Oh, Curio likes to have fun on the field. Wild punches, lil' dances. It's cute. As for Starr..." Starr's fighting style, huh? ...would it be wrong to say it was the most downright fantastic thing Brisa had ever seen? It was a...

Under control. "It seems that way, huh?" She'd yet to see Owen savage anybody in a fight. Even when he'd been hit by that machine, he'd kept it more or less together. Who was he kidding? "Well, I don't know about that. You seem plenty fine to me, partner. I don't look at you and see anythin'...

Brisa shrugged. "Don't mind it. Figured there was a good reason." Owen gave her a pause to reply, and so she tried to, a little self-consciously. "Where I come from, we got wild pokémon, who ain't people; civilised folks, who're like everyone here on Cibus; and roughlanders, like my Ma...

Brisa sat and listened attentively with her tail curled around her forepaws. "You're talkin' like you're born-civilised. So... Guessin' you grew up away from folks, or somethin'?" The poor fella looked kinda forlorn... Brisa considered offering a hug, but thought better. She didn't know how it...

Feral. "Uh, yeah. Don't have much." Feral. "Say, Owen." Feral. "I, ah. Didn't realise... that you've had trouble with folks callin' ya 'feral' too." How had this not come up already? ...well, probably because nobody had pre-existing knowledge and prejudices against the rest of the posse...

So, the charmander talked to himself. She hadn't known that about him. That was something else they had in common then, or at least, she'd done that back home. Not so much lately. "Hey, Owen. Gimme a moment." Brisa put her nose to work finding Owen's curry bowl. With how often he used it and...

Brisa stood in the middle of the living quarters staring around herself at the place that most of the team had sheltered each night for nearly a month. She already had her possessions gathered—they were few in number, and she needed only a small saddlebag to carry what wouldn't fit in her...

Oh, huh. That was... kinda sweet, actually. Brisa paused and wrestled with her head a minute, before pulling the covers over Astrid's sleeping form, and let herself out. Friends. They were... friends. And oh, how warm it made her feel. <><><><><><>

"Ah, don't worry about me. I'm a trooper." She looked at Astrid's worried face, sighed, and relented. "Okay. I'll take care of myself. Just so long as you rest up yourself, Astrid. That's only fair, y'hear?" Brisa felt herself relax, even though her ears were still warm, and she fell into...

Shit, Brisa should probably learn how to text. Okay. Okay. "Yeah, of course you won't! You're tough, I can tell." Brisa smiled back, and not for the first time, felt a mixture of relief, confusion and pain that for as long as she was in Cibus, she could be happy... "So it's agreed. I'll check...

Name: Gil Gender: No Species: Golett Brief description: A fairly typical golett in appearance, but with green internal light and a 'wind' symbol for their glyph. They wear a mail courier's cap. They are excessively polite, unfalteringly principled and brave to a fault. Their lexical register is...

"I hope you don't! But... I'm glad you're safe." Brisa looked about awkwardly for a moment, unsure of herself. "Say, Astrid. I'll keep comin' round to check on you while you're restin' up if you like. And after you're free'n clear... how about we make up for lost time a little? I still ain't...

Brisa's heart sank as she watched Astrid begin to burn with purpose from her goddamn sickbed. Ranger Escarpa opened her mouth to answer. "We're partners in this posse," she told her friend. "We gotta count on each other. I don't wanna see you in the infirmary week after week, y'hear?"

Brisa nodded and rubbed her head sheepishly. "I guess so. I don't know who's heard what about the Reverse World. I kinda didn't want everyone crowdin' round me askin' if I was okay. It's, uh. Not like it's the first time I've spent days trapped without food, or anythin'. Not that big a deal."...

"...yeah. After I talked with you I wanted to start on fixin' things with folks. I thought I'd give Curio space first and patch things up with Starr. It, uh... didn't work out." Brisa really didn't want to have to spell it out. She'd been plenty earnest enough for one interaction already...

Brisa shut her eyes and tried not to tremble as Astrid's tail came to rest on her shoulder. Astrid was a normal person, a sweet person, she wouldn't know what a gesture like that would do to Brisa. Get a grip. She nodded, and forced a smile. "Thanks for comfortin' me, Astrid. I sure do...