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Hi kint! I read the first two entries, since the first was short and I've been dealing with the oneshot comp instead of reviewing this. Sorry for the wait. So, first up I love the introduction. It was so clear and so striking that I could practically see it in cinematic form, and it was a...

What the fuck was she doing. How had her intention to make an apology turned into this? Brisa put her forehead to the ground and gave in to weak, agonising sobs. She'd never been in this much pain. How had this seemed worth it only seconds before? "It was a mistake to come here," she said...

Brisa's body was ragged, beaten, drained of all energy. She felt like a single smear of pain across the ground. Still, she clung to consciousness. She looked up at Starr, one eyes still screwed shut, and her mouth pulled open into a miserable red grin. "I didn't come here to fight you... but I...

She was a storm, flash and thunder amidst rolling darkness, and she made no effort to protect herself. There was no reason to. She took each slash and paid them back with tearing bites. She would fully feel the pain later. Later, but not now. Lightning danced at her mouth. "Come on!" she cried...

Brisa's jaws lit up in an instant. This was an unexpected result, but it was still an oncoming melee. She knew what to do about those. She went in with a focus she'd not had since before the Radiance had touched her a week ago. Controlled, confident, drawing on reserves of energy she didn't...

Fierce joy gave way to fierce anger. She forced herself to breathe despite the tightness in her chest. She'd thought that at least Starr would respect her combat ability. Goddamnit, goddamnit, fucking salt and fucking sand YES she was a fucking pokémon! Why wasn't that enough? You're a...

Starr adapted so fast. She was bold, fearless. Salt and sand, they should have been battling from the day they'd arrived. This was the opponent she'd hoped for, oh yes. Brisa's mind was back on automatic tactical analysis now. Half a dozen options ripped through her brain and she came up with...

Beta read a thing for @Tanuki , too! It's called Your Friends Are In the Walls, in case he shares it here.

Crawl Logging Did Johto's latest challenge. Also, I wrote 3283 words recently for that oneshot comp I ran and forgot to log them, and I also read twelve fuckin' oneshots if that helps. Mechanical I'd like to purchase Haste I and its prereqs, and give Brisa's +1 radiant boost to status, on...

Day 1: a fic you liked when you were younger. I was actually gonna share No Antidote but @kintsugi beat me to it, and I don't feel I can say enough that she didn't already! So instead I'm sharing Pokémon Ultimatum, which is one of the first fics I can remember reading. It's been revised and...

The relief and catharsis of a real fight with Starr, finally, was almost enough to dull Brisa's anger. But not entirely. The tactical part of her mind came to life in a scattered sparking, barely-used of late. She wouldn't be given the opportunity to wail on Starr unhindered, so she'd need to...

It was like only the two of them were real. Brisa made a sound that was somewhere between the word "alright!" and a battlecry. This was too personal for a shock. This warranted teeth. She charged forward, unheeding of her tired body, her living lightning at her mouth.

No, no, salt and sand, don't get to this point and back away from a fucking fight again. Gods. She needed to fight Starr more than she needed to fucking eat or sleep or breathe just please no more of this stalling bullshit! Fuck the apology. Brisa would give Starr an apology when she'd bitten...

Starr couldn't even look her in the eye. And she was the one hiding? Brisa was the one who'd wanted this fucking meeting in the first place! "I'm hidin' from nothin'," Brisa spat. "If you'd fought me back at the Bluff, or hell, on our first day? We'd be square by now. But no. Instead we gotta...

Starr with Curio. Starr had helped Curio? But Curio still hadn't talked to Brisa. What had they said to each other. Her vision closed in and the chatter of the world outside seemed to hush itself to make room for the droning in Brisa's head. Starr had comforted Curio, and things still weren't...

What did she know about Starr? She'd put down Cynthian as a 'snivelling coward' and fought over it rather than apologise. Played loose with Turf's life when they still knew nothing about shades and would've fought Brisa rather than apologise. And now Starr was condescending to lecture Brisa...

'Stupid.' This gal really didn't get it, huh? "That sure ain't how I see it," she said, staring Starr in the eye. As she did, all thought of her apology burned away, as her hackles started to rise. "I hurt Curio, goddamnit. I hurt her bad. Because I lost control. Because I'm..." Brisa made a...

She knew about Curio. Not just the explosion, the Radiant Arrest. How the fuck did she know that? Did Astrid tell her? Did Curio? Who else knew? "What? Beating- yeah of course this is about that. Do you even know what I did? How it happened?" Gods, what if everyone knew? They'd... they'd...

Brisa almost balked at the hostile tone, but... it was hardly the most aggravating thing Starr could have said. That, and she'd spent long enough psyching up already. Here went nothing. "Yeah, well… I was hopin' you'd turn up if I hung around. I've had somethin' on my mind for a minute...

Morning, Day 20. Fixing things with Starr. That surely couldn't be so hard, could it? Nearly a week since her fuck-up. Four days since she'd seen Curio. Two since that conversation with Astrid. The dojo had been repaired, well enough, but there was still no sign of repairs on her friendship...