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Brisa's spark of jealously was immediately extinguished by a gust of curiosity. "I don't really know any shinx besides Ma. Am I anything much like this fella? What kinda friendship do the two of you have?" She sat up on her haunches and turned to listen attentively, ears perking.

"Sounds like your world is pretty different from mine," Brisa observed as Curio explained about her own mother and her wildness. "Where I come from 'feral' is just a dirty word the townies use for folks who live the traditional way out in the roughlands. They're just like you and me, just not so...

"Yeah, only child." Brisa winced. It wasn't like she could just say 'but Pa could've got around, for all I know.' "Never thought about it too much, I guess." Well, that was a lie. Brisa approximated a lopsided shrug. "Well, 'sides being the same species, Mum and I don't have all that much in...

"Oh my goodness," said Brisa, stifling a giggle. "You're a lot of fun." Oh, she meant that. Huh. "Uh, anyway, thanks. I really do feel better. And it's good to talk to someone about this for once, I don't think I've had a proper conversation about Pa since not long after he vanished. That was...

Happy birthday, @Tanuki! Scene here.

It... didn't make much difference to how he treated her. But it made a difference to how people might treat her now. Or how she treated herself. "Spit? Uh, sure." She let Curio demonstrate the technique, and then copied as best she could. It didn't come naturally to her, but there was...

Brisa listened and nodded as Curio recounted some of her own experience. She didn't know what to say, but this was good, right? Curio trusted her enough to share something like this, and sympathised. It sounded like her experience had been worse, but... there wasn't much point in judging that...

Brisa tried not to stare too hard when Curio drew attention to her eyes — yes, they were green! and... nice! — and nodded in concession at the point about better and worse. It was fair enough. She sighed. It had only been a few minutes since she'd last explained this, but it felt like days...

Brisa tried to relax a little, and hold everything Curio said in her mind to respond to. It wasn't as hard as she expected — the riolu's earnest interest was immensely reassuring. "I'm afraid a lot of what everyone here says is gibberish to me," she confessed sheepishly. "I do my best. Dave...

Not like they gave me a choice. What? Was it not a prosthetic? Brisa's head fizzed. "Oh, it's not so different from here. Just pokémon. Well, sometimes we have humans in pokémon form, like Dave and I think some of the others here..." Fuck, that was the whole reason she'd wanted to head...

Brisa sat with Curio, still agitated and tail thrashing from her awkward departure of the dojo. "Home, huh? So, uh... I hadn't got round to asking," began Brisa, haltingly aware that she'd now embarrassed herself in front of Curio several times today, "but are you from a world like mine? Like...

"Yeah. That sounds good. Quiet would be good." Brisa followed Curio out, tail thrashing against the ground. On the way, she heard some telepathic communique about that zangoose causing trouble, and shut it out. Too many people, too many concerns. It would have to wait. <><><><><><><><><><><>

When the call went out to join Zane in the marketplace, Brisa blocked it out. She was in no emotional state to receive telepathic messages, and if anything came through from her, it was little different to garbled, staticy nonsense such as one might hear on a badly-tuned communicator.

Brisa was staring at the ground as she paced out of the private quarters and practically tumbled into Curio. "Shit. Sorry. Curio, hi — I'm sorry! I was about to look for you- I got caught up. The poochyena — he's called Dave — we were talkin', and- hey, can we get out of here? This is just like...

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he eats eggs that motherfucker with the pretty eyes

Did it really matter? Did knowing the truth really change anything? It's not as if knowing would make much difference to her current problems. Or indeed, the situation she was in now. So maybe Dave was right. How long had they been talking? Her head practically ached from it. Curio had probably...

Best be out with it. Rather now than later. "My father," she began. The words stumbled out of her mouth as if hobbled. "He was, supposedly, a human. He fit the usual story almost perfectly. Appeared one day with very little memory, joined the Rangers, saved the day a number of times. He...

Brisa nodded, a little reassured. "Supposedly one of the few things some humans recall is a conversation with an unseen entity wishing to build them an appropriate body. None of the accounts sound like Diyem, but he could be the same type of being. Also of note, many humans apparently vanish...

Brisa scoffed quietly. "I don't know about 'most sensible.' Other stuff like... it's complicated. I don't know." She sighed. "I just spend a lot of time reading. A lot of time alone... and although I've studied almost everything there is to know about humans, I've never been sure if there was...