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This is weirdly compelling. I don't even know what my emotional reaction is to it, it's so strange, but I think I'd read more in this vein.

Brisa returned later, with medicine on hand, just in case. She spotted the minccino from earlier near the entrance to Team Spice's place and approached to offer her paw. This time she had a greeting scripted for herself ahead of time, well-rehearsed in her head. "Hey there, sorry for earlier...

Brisa shuddered internally at the notion of carrying on a telepathic dialogue at length with an unseen conversational partner. To each, their own. "Well, something like that," she said. "Her illness turned out to be caused by a parasitic spectre that only the folks in our posse can see. She...

"I recall hearing such a thing," Brisa said. "You must have a lotta courage to do something like that. Glad to have you. Say, you wouldn't happen to be going the way of Sharpedo Bluff, would ye? That's where I'm headed."

Brisa blushed behind her fur at "warm heart," and stood to leave. She looked over for Owen, who she'd yet to properly meet, and saw he was leaving. "Hold it, stranger!" she called, with unexpected boldness. "I'd care to make your full acquaintance, so don't be slipping away, now!" She moved...

Brisa gave a vague, flustered acknowledgment when Astrid returned the compliment. Maybe she meant it, maybe she didn't. Of course, Brisa hoped she did... She watched the exchange of puns with a growing smile. They were getting along! This was good! Her friends liked each other! She breathed out...

World ending threats, huh? It sure was strange how Starr's hatred seemed so much greater a concern than apocalyptic portents. Maybe she should try to get her priorities straightened out. Brisa shrugged. "There was something of that sort before I was born, but my parents put a stop to it. Now...

Well, I haven't even met everybody yet," she admitted. "I got a friend or two by now, or at least I hope I do. Like Curio here!" Brisa gestured to her riolu neighbour, who was still demolishing curry. Her friend's manners were appalling, yet she couldn't help but smile. "The rest can speak for...

Brisa reflexively tensed up, and tried to calm herself. She had to stop heating up at perceived scrutiny, or she'd not survive here. "I guess I do what you do," she said after a moment's consideration. "If I think about it, it's the same kinda business, just gone about a different way. I patrol...

Brisa nodded and listened, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Starr was getting up to move elsewhere. Was that... because of something Curio had said? Or because of... Brisa being here? Something to worry about later. "I don't much know what to make of this hero's aura business," she...

Brisa's eyes lit up. "You sound like a ranger," she said. "Hunting down outlaws, protecting folks... That's an admirable profession. Honest to goodness, it's what I wish I was doing." 'Human self', huh? Another one. It was starting to seem so much less strange a thing... "Say, your human...

Ah, fuck. The meds, the meds... Brisa spotted a passing minccino on their way out of the building and waved them down. "Hey, how'd'ye, stranger! The sisters down at the Bluff need healing items, could you help them out?" Oh! "Hey there, Curio! There's a challenge?" The minccino was gone...

Brisa turned around to see a vulpix with startlingly pretty eyes, and while her words jostled for place in an introduction, the vulpix... asked her to share a meal. Oh. "H-how do ye," she managed. "I'm Brisa!" Wait, she knew this gal. She was the one who tried to stop the fight between Curio...

Brisa stepped through the damaged part of the marketplace with concern. This must be where the hazy entity had attacked. What exactly were they up against? Further in, she saw a building with ongoing activity and in a good state of repair. Perhaps she could find meds for Turf there. She stepped...

Brisa bit back a yowl and discharged her electricity into the ground. The frustration was unbearable, but at least she'd got the satisfaction of seeing Starr's chagrined groundstaring during that scolding. But for fuck's sake! They would have to battle it out eventually if they were ever going...

Logging my answer to OSJohto's rec challenge for BLECs.

Whoops, last minute save. Thanks for this, Johto! Day 3: Heatstroke! Share a fic featuring fire-type trainers or pokemon. My first recommendation is by one of our own, @canisaries! In Search of Haven is a PMD-esque oneshot with post-apocalyptic vibes. The protagonist, Annie, is a charmeleon in...

Brisa snarled viciously. "Did I hit a nerve? Guess that certifies my reckoning of the kinda person you might be. Too bad you ain't hitting the mark back, else I'd think twice about beating you senseless." The electricity surged. She could take her. She knew it.

Expert? What—? "How in blazes were you to know that she would survive 'knocking that thing outta her'? Are you always this eager to attack children, or do you only do it when shady authority figures tell you to, huh?" Brisa's coat rippled with an involuntary surge of electricity.