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Luz grinned. These two just absolutely reeked of awkwardness. Good thing she was here. "That I am, lil' shade. I'm bound to Luxio Brisa, for my sins." Now, what was the best play here? She could go in directly with a comment on poor Soul's lack of physical definition, or take the scenic route...

Brisa arrived at Parfait Way almost feeling comfortable, with Starr keeping up the conversation with a mix of cajoling and levity, and Luz pitching in every time Brisa felt a twinge of uncertainty. Eventually, Luz's habit of killing awkward silences before they could be noticed felt like a...

Well. That was unambiguous. And... reassuring. Brisa let herself relax, with some difficulty. "Okay," she said. "Yeah. I'm comin'!" "That's the spirit, darlin'!" said Luz, striding off towards the exit with no further banter. Brisa followed, choosing to keep pace with Starr rather than the...

Brisa hesitated. It wasn't like she was comfortable in Starr's presence yet, especially after what happened at Shaymin Village, which Starr had just brushed off when Brisa tried to apologise, and what happened when 'Mewtwo' appeared, which they hadn't discussed at all... but Brisa still wanted...

This chapter is a strong opening to the fic, with strong opening paragraphs that set the mood and provide plenty of worldbuilding elements in a way that is economical with wordcount and renders Natalie an interesting, sympathetic protagonist in short order. There's a good balance struck here...

COUNT ME IN, MOTHERFUCKERS. :quag:

Brisa balked for a moment, then found herself stifling a dry chuckle. Starr's brother had... badly copied Luz. Okay. Incredible. "Hey, the lad has taste," mused Luz, with a paw to her chin. "Can't say he's done half as good a job as I have, but that's menfolk for you." The zeraora crouched...

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Brisa's tail rose at Starr's odd praise, but she was still too flustered by the whole event to muster much of a response. "Uh, how d'you do, Lexx?" she managed. Luz grinned and waved. "Hey, Lexx. Reckon he'll come out as a torracat too, or somethin' else?" There was a deep feeling of...

That was as good as an invitation for company. Well... darn! Brisa was about to reply with a positive response when Starr drew her attention back to Luz's energetic stirring. "Oh, don't worry about Luz," she said. "It does this damn near any time I'm interactin' with people. In fact–" But she...

Brisa made a begrudging face of agreement. People were more chill here. Hell, they celebrated her feats of combat in the colosseum. "This ain't the first time you've said the team likes me," she mused. "Still can't say it feels true to me. But maybe I'm lookin' at it with the sun in my eyes and...

"I want to have a good time, I just can't help but think I'm gonna make an ass of myself." Brisa bent down and picked up Luz to hold it close. In her paws, the stone calmed a little, still vibrating intensely. "The last time I attended a fancy shindig, I offended the mayor's boy somehow and...

Luz bounced agitatedly at Brisa's foot at the suggestion. Brisa looked up from her book and closed it as she realised who'd arrived. What did you say to someone you recently saved from a fatal encounter with someone from her past whom you knew nothing about? With whom you'd evolved in that same...

<><><><><><> It had taken a few weeks, but the festival was finally upon them. The festival that had originally been intended specifically to celebrate the safe return of Brisa and Starr from the Reverse World. Brisa felt like she was back in the pit. Luz, her ultra stone, nudged her hindpaw...

"Fightin' is how we come to grow and understand each other," said Brisa, plainly. "Lookin' forward to it." She gave Dave a nod, and flicked her tail in a wave goodbye. Luz followed her out, bouncing a little as it rolled beside her.

"Alright, Dave." Brisa looked over 'Mia' again. She clearly wasn't an ordinary scyther, and she'd been 'a lot bigger' in Dave's homeworld. He'd said something on their first day about... humans with pokémon genes. She'd have to ask about that later. 'Mia' had mentioned fighting almost...

Brisa watched the interaction between the two with apprehension. There was context she was missing, and this was the wrong time to ask after it. And she wasn't sure what to try with 'Mia'. The way she talked, so direct and unmannered... it was a little like talking to an Escarpa Clan...

The fucking rocks ate your fucking memories and made a goddamn shadow-fascimile of whatever the fuck they found in there. Fucking great. Fucking brilliant! "Looks like you weren't on the money with yer suppositions about them not gettin' in our memories," she said, quietly. Her voice wasn't...

Brisa crouched low, her eyes fixed on the transforming rock. Whatever was happening, could happen to Luz. She had to watch carefully. "Dave," she murmured, "is this as entirely remarkable to you as it is to me?" Luz came to rest by her forepaw and twitched erratically.

"Not as such. Just fleein' for our lives." It wouldn't help Dave to talk in detail about that experience. Everyone was on edge enough as it was. Hell, half the posse were in total denial about how bad the situation was, and Brisa didn't intend to push him on that front. "I got that fancy...