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Brisa snorted. "Alright. You're then plainest speaker I ever met, but I appreciate your candour." Her heart rate was still elevated and she still smelled of fear. She was still feeling bruised, physically and emotionally. But still, some of the worries pressing at her mind had been answered, at...

She winced. Then she let out a long breath. Gingerly, haltingly, Brisa's tail resumed tracing her mnemonic spirals. "Y'know, at first I thought I was here because of my parents. Then, I figured maybe we were all picked because we had it in us to volunteer. Then I wondered if maybe it had to do...

Brisa scoffed. "So you scoured a score of goddamn worlds, and this is the best you can muster? I've been tryin' to see the best in the posse, and there are some... some really special people, sure, but even you can admit you got some duds. Are you really not gonna dip back in for better...

Brisa nodded. "I figure it's more subtle for the locals cause they got regular bodies. I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' bad about overdosin' on radiance the first minute I got it, and I'm just hopin' it doesn't mess up the others too bad..." She shook her head again. Gods' dung, she couldn't be...

"Then that's good enough for me," said Brisa, considering the matter settled. "I won't push this thing about Buffet. I don't intend to compromise the mission just so I can put the screws to my father." Ugh, time to stop thinking about Jesse. Fine, next question. "Diyem, I got a powerful...

Brisa chuckled, a real one this time. "Terror? Were you hopin' I'd wet m'self at the news that the ornery feller tryin' to save this world used to be a threat to another one? Nah. I figure you've had enough folks act like that around you already." So, Owen knew, and he'd asked about hugs? That...

Brisa thought on this with her eyes closed and her tail drawing scratching in the ground. "I get it," she said at last. "Folks don't tend to easily forgive bein' hurt or afeared." Deep breath. Try not to panic just because of the telepathy. It wasn't so bad. "So you're a bein' made of painful...

Brisa stammered for a second, then... she laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, but a wild, lofty, broken sound. "Y'know, so would I. Fuck, it'd be worth it just for that. The chance to really put some splinters in his neck." She shook her head and tried to focus. Having the phantom image there...

She'd had the questions assembled in her mind for days. Plenty of time to think them over in her sickbed, tracing mnemonics with her tail. What were you so worried about when Buffet offered to speak with you? Do you know if there's some reason that the radiance-touched are just as lunatic--in...

Brisa prowled into the woods in search of no particular prey. Not that she could catch much with her body still so battered from the fight down at the beach. "Diyem?" she said aloud, unwilling to subvocalise what she intended to ask, even if she would only receive answers in goddamn telepathy...

She wasn't alone any more. It was a new idea for Brisa, one that felt too good to be true. But just for a few minutes, walking back to town propped up by her...—her friends, yes, her friends—Brisa actually believed it. They made it back up from the beach before too long, and although Brisa...

Brisa nearly defaulted to the terse, short reply she sometimes gave strangers, and indeed had given to a few local vendors and passersby. Human pa, feral ma, weird kid who don't fit in. Figures. But... Cabot was so earnest, and she'd opened up to a person at a time, here and there. Dave, Curio...

Oh, right. Yeah, she shoulda seen that comin'. "Ah, well, I," she started to say, then went quiet for a moment. What was there to say? Nothin', less she mentioned Gil. And Gil... Well. They weren't exactly close, yet. They counted as a friend, though, right? That weren't a lie. "I got this...

Lugia? Oh, like that Meringue fella. Must be a big 'un. "Glad to hear you're the sociable sort," said Brisa. "Gotta have a few of those in the posse, eh?"

Humans disappearing from the world. Malevolent pokémon. Ancient conflicts. Dead gods. Was every world so bleak? "Huh. Sounds heavy." Brisa paused, and adjusted herself against the support of the mon on either side of her. She was still hurting, but the catharsis and the thrill of physical...

Damn, an actually decent pick for the posse, thought Brisa. At least on the surface. There weren't so many of those, to be downright plain about it. "Huh. Good dishing," she remarked. Then, out of curiosity, "any humans in your life, transformed or otherwise? I'm findin' 'em to be quite the...

Empire, huh? 'Royal Navy.' Interesting. "So what kinda foes do you square up against? I never saw the ocean before we all came to this world, so I don't have much idea what fightin' is like at sea."

"Not a problem," Brisa replied, wincing a little all the same. "That was a good dustin'; I never saw ya comin'." Cabot was another fella she'd seen about plenty often enough in the past weeks without ever really talking to, too much. Since it sure seemed like folks from other worlds were raring...

Brisa regained consciousness to see Astrid looking down at her and asking if she was okay. She felt like she could barely stand, but she nodded and did her best to push herself to her feet. "Nice... win," she gasped. "Guess I know now what sand... tastes like. Not so bad!" She let Astrid and...

Brisa was wide open for the hit. She heard something crack before she felt any hurt, and bit sand in a second flat. The dawning pain was almost soothing, dulled by the whiskey still in her blood. Huh. How about that. She was dimly aware that it was probably Cabot, and not Astrid, who had dealt...