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Brisa coughed and shook herself free of smoke with a crackle of spare electricity. What a burn! Exceptional. She tapped Owen's clavicle with a single claw—her way of indicating a victory through concession. "Good trick though, partner!" she said, with a grin. She offered a paw for shaking...

Something was wrong. Her brain sprinted through her options and slammed the instinct to use Charge, now. Her fur sparked as she drew energy from her core while Owen spoke, to further protect herself from magical attacks. Then, if she could tough out whatever Owen had planned, she could deliver...

It's TIME to review Ch29!

Yes! A connect! Now to put a wound on him. So far Owen had been performing well at range. Maybe it was time to close the distance. Brisa flexed her jaw with a sizzling crack of energy, and ran forward to deliver a crushing Thunder Fang.

Ah, Owen was trying to juke her with an improvised smokescreen! Alright. Brisa closed her eyes and listened hard for the fftt fftt fftt of claws hitting sand. Wherever the next attack was coming from, that's where she'd manifest her Radiance.

Oh, what fun. What joy! She could go harder, and so could he, but there was a kind of deep satisfaction in playing everything out in relative slowness. She could focus on technique, on perfect stance, even on flair. Time to demonstrate battlefield control, then. Owen looked like he had...

Brisa flexed her claws and grinned as she charged up her body with crackling energy. She'd use Charge to begin with, protecting her from ranged fire from Owen. Time to have some fun. "I'm more'n ready for this, ya lil' devil," she cried. "Let's go at it!" She tensed up, ready to attempt a...

As much as Brisa loved the roughlander-esque style of her ordinary fights with Owen, she had an appreciation for sophisticated battle styles, and she found herself watching him with as much interest as she did Icetales and his command of ice magic. She'd have to challenge him to a combat dance...

Brisa gave a satisfied nod, and took up a position offset from the 'battlefield' to observe. She was familiar with Owen's combat style by now, and eager to see how Icetales fared. Part of her ached to dive in and put her lightning to both of them at once; had it really been four days since she...

"Hey there, Owen," said Brisa, warmly. She'd not been fully ready to see her charmander friend after her cafe trip and prompt crash in the Guild clinic the previous day, but she vaguely recalled offering him an exhausted greeting. She was surprised but... profoundly glad to see his enthusiasm...

"Well I'm sure glad to hear that!" Brisa weighed up whether to use telepathy or her badge to contact Owen. On the one hand, telepathy reminded her of Jesse. On the other, she still hadn't worked out how to use her badge. She didn't really know why she kept putting it off, but she didn't much...

Brisa waved away the concern with a paw. "Nonsense. Training with a more experienced opponent is a great way for a mon to get stronger, or at least more confident! If you're willin' to give it a shot, I'll shoot him a message now. No worries, though, it's all good."

Brisa hadn't the faintest idea what incident this vulpix was describing, but it sure sounded like he was explaining in a longwinded fashion that he'd lost an argument with a powerful pokémon who'd spooked the group he was with. The kicker being that he'd made himself responsible for that group...

Brisa couldn't help but roll her eyes when she was sure the fox wouldn't see. This was definitely how Starr had felt. But at least she could give a go at handling the poor guy's feelings better than Starr had handled hers. "Doesn't sound like it was your responsibility. There's a reason there's...

Brisa huffed in both amiability and perplexity. "Maybe I'm just ridin' high off yesterday's safe return an' all, but I reckon an earnest, well-meanin' fella like you won't have lastin' trouble gettin' along with our common affiliates. What could you have done to engender so much resentment...

What a long fucking read ch28 was! Really enjoyed it. Here goes.

Brisa found herself grinning wryly. Yet another troubled fella, huh? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't as bad as what Starr was carrying. "Appreciate the thought, fella. But frankly, sharin' some stuff with the cosmos by way of hollerin' sounds like a celebration that's more my speed. You...

"Yeah, I'm on the posse, still gettin' to know everyone on it. 'Specially newcomers who I ain't had so much as a chance to meet yet." The poor fellow seemed sheepish. She'd figure out his deal, but maybe she could put him at his ease. She managed a small, dry smile. She'd been giving those out...

Since returning from the Reverse World and her cathartic lunchtime trip to the Cafe with Starr and Curio, Brisa had been ordered to strict bed rest. Naturally, she was instead up and about, eager to make a positive impression on newcomers to the posse and to show that she was still...

Here we go, with ch27!