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The stakes just kept climbing higher and higher, huh. Where was this mission going to go, now that they were fighting the avatars of forces beyond mortal reckoning? It didn't matter in this moment. Brisa merely fought. And she fought like a bolt of furious lightning, summoning electrical power...

Brisa got the feeling Dave was seizing on something she didn't understand. Why did it matter whether she liked gals or guys? The thing was that she'd liked Cathy. And she'd forgotten. "...yeah. Yeah I like gals. 'Specially tough gals. Not so much fellas. Never met a fella who I'd care to...

What? Her memories... were any missing? How would she know? Would she- Did she actually feel some kind of way about Cathy? (Did Cathy feel the same kind of way about her?) She'd always thought it had been a mistake, a lapse in judgment, but- gods, what- There was too much to deal with in her...

Brisa shot Dave a sideways glance. "Weren't you listenin'? I said I was bein' irresponsible. What are you gettin' at? You think I was... flirtin' with her?" That was ridiculous. Right? The whole point was that her sparring had been much too intense, that she was careless with her strength, that...

"No, of course not," said Brisa, a terse ranger again for a moment. "I'd never do Cathy any harm." The familiar explanation leapt to her tongue, Jesse's words emerging from Brisa's mouth. "I was irresponsible, careless with my strength around people's lives. Throat-holds are dirty fightin'...

Turn 3: Move to the front row, Thunder Cage again on Dialga, then hit him with Shadow Maul. Then go into Stamina Jail.

Brisa chuckled. Fair enough. Maybe they were. Still didn't seem right to assume everyone else was terrible and it was her, the violent half-feral, who was the problem. But sure. "I... guess? I never found out what she thought of what happened. I'm not... I'm not sure what-" Brisa remembered...

Brisa shrugged. She guessed not. Starr did seem... fine with her, now. More or less. The teasing... was a good sign, wasn't it? Brisa smiled drily. "I am law enforcement. The tricky part is rangers are supposed to be registered with the Union, and they won't send me a partner without a sponsor...

Seven LC reviews I forgot to log, holy shit. Easily over 100w per review. Gonna buy some items. - Tiny Reviver - 3 Elixirs - Oran Berry - Protect Orb - Invisify Orb - Escape Orb - 2 Quick Seeds - 4 Iron Thorns Gonna make some actions. Turn 1: Double Dip those Quick Seeds. Turn 2: (Tentative...

Brisa opened her mouth to object, but there wasn't actually anything she could argue with. She.. was pretty smart. "Yeah. It was Radiance. There have been a slew of other incidents without Radiance, though." Dave frowned at her over his drink. "Okay, so what happened there?" "Well, for...

Brisa shrugged and nodded vaguely at each point Dave made. Yeah, pokémon fought. Yeah, she wouldn't have killed Cathy. Yeah, she was just riling Jesse up. “Yes, Brisa!” he shouted, voice breaking as he said her name. "You’re stronger than other pokémon. You must realise that. You’re fucking...

Brisa took a minute to reply, nursing her drink and considering what her actual take was on this. She was so used to just... believing that stuff. But nobody who'd found out about it had thought anything but that it was fucked up. Why was that? Why was that so obvious for them... and not for...

So, Dave was up for a drink after all. Brisa took a second to reply, surprised. "I figured we'd talk about somethin' like your life or how y'been keepin', not... him. But, uh. I'll tell ya if you wanna hear it. Then maybe the other stuff, to end on a sweeter note." She took rather more than a...

"Be seein' ya, Owen," said Brisa, with a sigh. "Don't you worry about me. Just meet me in the trainin' rooms later and thump the shit outta me if you wanna help." She grinned darkly. "If ya can, that is." As Owen left, she slumped down with a sigh and rubbed her face with her paws. "Goddamnit...

Brisa shrugged, her gaze shifting from place to place distractedly. "It's... There's, y'know, context. Complicatin' things. Like, the Ranger Union won't send out anyone else to take over just 'cause I'm sick of my duties. And I ain't gonna find another job in a shake of my tail. And... And...

Brisa shook her head. "That is, in fact, exactly what folks expect of me back home." She laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "It has been for four goddamn years."

Brisa shook her head slightly. "We need the combat advantage. It's my responsibility to be as strong as possible. If I do anythin' less than give it my all, and we fail 'cause of those choices, then that's a dereliction of duty. Cibus may not be my jurisdiction, but it is under my protection."...

Brisa nodded dumbly. Fucking hell. Everything had been going so well. "It's important," she mumbled, aware of some scrutiny or disapproval in Dave's eyes. "I- it's important."

"Psychic." Brisa looked away, her eyes trying to escape the thought her mind could not. "Can they. Uh." She swallowed. "Can they read your mind. Talk in your head. Get at yer memories. Shit like that."

Brisa stiffened. "Yeah, I never felt too comfortable with shades myself, after what I saw happen to Turf." She cut herself off before she could say the next, unhelpful, thing on her mind. "So, they... help you out? They... bond to you, or somethin'? I suppose we could use any advantage we can...