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Brisa glowered at the Shadow. "You may recall I had a run-in with my own Shadow in Shaymin Village. Can't say it's a great pleasure to be in the company of one now. My Shadow is... dangerous. But I can handle it. Just make sure you keep yours under control. The drinkin', too." She turned back...

Brisa watched carefully, ears primed, and took in everything she could. It wasn't the things the Shadow had to say that bothered him, but the 'hallucination'. He obviously despised himself. He'd probably carried on this sort of inner dialogue long before Shaymin Village. Some part of him...

Brisa tried to ignore the unpleasant notion of this creature hitting on Curio. Judging by the thing's repulsive attitude, it couldn't have been pleasant. Still, Curio could look after herself. "That 'guy' is your Shadow," growled Brisa. "Not literally your shadow. It's what folks are callin'...

Brisa growled, her eyes tracking the Shadow as it moved. "Yes," she hissed. "I can hear it. Give me a clear shot and I'll have the bastard in a flash." Animal. Animal. Violent animal. See, you're solving a problem with violence even now. She shuddered. Goddamnit. Restraints weren't the same...

Brisa froze up as a goddamn Shadow began talking to her. That's what this fuckin' voice was, right? Cause it sure sounded like Zane, though his lips weren't moving. Calling her an animal. Goading her to violence. She stared, wide-eyed, as Zane continued his utterly bizarre babbling, and the...

"How do you... do friendship?" Brisa drew back her lip and cocked her head in confusion. She kept trying to explain Zane's behaviour by cultural differences or a lack of social experience on her own part, but he truly was bizarre. "I thought you wanted combat training," she muttered...

"Yeah, I know Curio. I live with her." Gods, that felt weird to say. Good, though. She wasn't sure if Zane even heard her, the way he kept babbling on. What was he getting at? "Friendship? Friendship. I guess so. I've not exactly had many friends in my time, but I seem to get along with folks...

'Bris-meister'...? More Zane-isms. Great. Brisa landed a final hit on the dummy, and composed herself. "It's Brisa. What's this technique you need to work on?"

Not long after she sent out her first group messages, Brisa received a direct message from Zane. Not her first choice of companion for the day, but she could use some low-stakes combat to loosen up, so she shot back a reply. [Brisket > Red Velvet]: Yes. I will be at the colosseum shortly. She...

Brisa found a cafe to rest at and composed a series of messages with care, acutely aware that she'd been entirely incommunicado by text message or by telepathy for most of the time the posse had been on Cibus. That would not have given her too sociable an appearance. [Brisket > Team Spectrum]...

'Good at reading people'. The guy thought she was propositioning him a minute ago, and now he was making ill-informed judgments about her Shadows. Thousands of years of life didn't make a mon much of a sage, apparently. Brisa let Bahamut leave without her, and summoned her badge to float in...

"Little effort," she repeated, dully. "You make it sound like it was a convenience you were entitled to, to break into people's heads and read 'em like a book. What gives you the right?" The anger boiling in her gut wasn't new. She knew how to keep it down. So she did. What gives you the...

Brisa cocked her head, and tried to process Bahamut's assumption that a luxray wouldn't have the penetrating vision they were named for. You may as well question if a charmander's tail flame was a trait that would carry over to this world. "We'll see," she replied, not considering it worthwhile...

Brisa's face screwed up in an unprecedented, painful degree of confusion. "I don't know where your mind is at, but my tastes don't include fellas. Or mon of your temperament, no offence." She shook her head free of a disturbing mental image. "Luxray can see certain things, including bone and...

A ruthless attacking style would come in handy, as far as Brisa was concerned, but she wasn't about to argue the point. "Well, I know a few ranged moves I can hone, but it's not what this body is naturally proficient at. Ah, maybe if I have some good fortune, I'll develop a Radiant move that...

Brisa shrugged, and took a moment to make her own order, taking a few different popular cuts to keep at the dorms, before catching up with Bahamut. "Tankin' hits and supportin' the team's a vital role," she told him. "We need you in that role, and you should be doin' somethin' you're...

"Sounds like a world in decline. Battling is what pokémon do," replied Brisa, without hesitation. "And if everyone who can fight is servin' in the military and the like, what's to stop to stop the state havin' a monopoly on the use of force? Ordinary folks oughta be able to defend themselves."...

"Yeah? What was so bad about it? Surf 'n' Turf not great opponents, the crowds, or...? She sniffed about for some decent pickings for herself while she waited for Bahamut to be served. Not that the food they generally had in Cibus wasn't excellent, but she could do with something more familiar...

(A... fence? Okay. It probably made more sense in person.) Brisa listened and nodded. "I see. Well in that case, my intuition says she and her crew are offworlders like ourselves. The more we see of our enemies and allies here, the more it feels like there are several factions involved, rather...

...the really irritating thing about Cibus was that everything was so fuckin' weird that it was impossible to hold confident scepticism about something said in a deadpan by someone as po-faced as Bahamut. Perhaps framing bizarre events in this way was his bizarre sense of humour? Or... a test of...