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Ah. More of this. It was like the kitty litty zitty bullshit all over again. Why get angry? He wouldn't understand her any better than she understood him. "Zane, I don't know what the hell you're thinking, but I'm trying to teach you how to fuckin' teleport outta this dump. Follow my goddamn...

"Here. Hold it. Like this -- shine it on yourself. You can do it Zane, you can use your energy. Just put a little of into the badge..."

The human was clearly out of it. "You're delirious. Don't fall asleep." Brisa looked about for Cabot, Owen and the others. They were otherwise occupied. "Where the fuck is your badge, Zane? Zane! Your badge."

New chapter above the 5,000 word mark for 5 BLECs. Review for Pokécure. (1ch, 260w) Review for Salvage. (1ch, 420w)

Hi there, here's my review for chapter 2. Sorry for the delay — both in the sense that you were expecting this yesterday, and in that it's been literally a couple years since I read chapter one. I glanced at chapter one for a quick refresher, but being pressed for time I moved straight on...

Brisa caught the zangoose's weight as best she could, with an unstifled groan of pain and frustration. He still sent her thudding to the ground, and it was all she could do not to shock the living daylights out of him. If she even could—she felt close to passing out from all the energy she'd...

The fight was over. Team Spice was safe. The slugs were captured or destroyed. Instead of battle-satiation, Brisa mostly felt pain, stress, and fear. It wasn't just that fights like this had far higher stakes than she was used to, or that her body was still far weaker than it ought to be. It...

Seems perfectly reassonable to me, since it doesn't involve any backtracking for a character.

Somewhere inside Brisa's combat hormone-soaked brain, there was a spark capable of identifying that Thyme and Pepper were okay, that she wouldn't have to tell their daughters that they were gone, that she might yet get to ask someone like her father why he stayed... just a spark, amidst a storm...

Strike II on Thyme.

"...what in the blazes??"

Fucking incredible. First actual interaction they'd had since nearly trying to kill each other, and it actually went okay. Maybe there was hope yet. Brisa had to much to chew on to reply to all that. It was a relief, if nothing else, that their coordinator was merely a weird feller with bad...

Time for one hell of a fight. "Aw hell. Places, everyone."

"Yeah? Yeah. Be seein ya, Zane. Take care, now." Hmph. What a weird guy. Brisa went to leave, feeling little of the tension from earlier that day. So long as she didn't have to witness too much bullshit or have any run-ins with Starr, she'd do alright. She'd be ready to fight when the next...

"I guess so. After all, that's two fights you've shown up to now. Y'ain't too craven to take a beating, which means you can train, which means you can be an asset." Brisa peered at her shoulder. Not a bad wound, she had to admit. She'd pop an oran on her way out and be right as rain, though...

Brisa's mouth gaped as the Bluff incident came up, her head span for ways to shut down the conversation, and it ended before she had a chance. Thank fuck for that. Names. They were talking about names. She could help with that, keep things moving in a helpful, normal sort of way, right? "What...

Human, huh? She'd had a suspicion, what with the weird fuckin' way he acted, but it was good to know. "Pokémon... like to battle," Brisa said, as if explaining something to a slow child. "It's exciting in the moment, and feels good after. It's also how we understand and respect one another. I...

Brisa nodded, and sat back to enjoy the battle-satiation and the cathartic pain from her wounds. "That 'hero's aura' stuff didn't 'xactly sound watertight to me, but you oughta have a lot of potential in you if you're here in the first place. I figure everyone in our posse does. I want you...

Brisa rolled her eyes. "I got mad enough to fight because you landed on me, boasted about winning our first fight, and called me a demeaning nickname when we aren't fucking close. Anyway, you did just fine for a feller who's seen more hot dinners than real scraps, but you need to be more than...

Brisa had arrived a little after everyone else, leaving it til the last minute to leave her latest bout of training at the Dojo. She'd hardly done anything else for the last week, since the incident at the Bluff put her on the back foot and thinking constantly about Starr. Tired and a little out...