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Brisa's hackles rose at the outlandish carelessness on display. "One who's already taken electric attacks and spent weeks 'n days fighting off some devilish parasite! Any move can be a finisher to a weakened fighter, and when we had a shot at calming her the hell down, you attacked the poor...

Brisa's jaw flapped wordlessly for a second. This wasn't the kind of angry, defensive response she'd expected and prepared for. "That's... that's my point. I was trying to resolve the situation without putting Turf's life at risk. I wanted your help that way. Didn't you think about that?"

Brisa controlled herself. This could be a civil interaction yet. "I know we haven't hit it off so far," the understatement of the week! "but I still hoped you'd back me up in there. That was a risky move and we were darn lucky we got away with a good result."

Brisa glanced between the sisters and the exiting Starr. She wanted to help tend to the injuries she'd contributed to, to ask about their human father what the fuck. She wanted to chase down Starr and give her a thorough drubbing. She realised that she'd be in no shape to do either of the first...

Brisa panted hard, and narrowed her eyes not at the 'slug', but at Starr. She'd have a word with that cat, just as soon as they weren't in public. On the other hand... she just had to know more about this creature. It was an extraordinary development to have captured the thing.

Brisa screamed fury and let rip a storm of electrical energy. So what if it drained her? This thing needed to be stopped. Now.

Too many things jolted through Brisa's mind — Starr's attack, Diyem's order, Turf's pain, the shadow! But the needs of combat overrode her brain and she launched herself at the shadow to tackle it bodily, teeth and claws out.

'Strike her down?' What was this yellowbellied beast thinking? Shut your trap! thought Brisa, hackles up. Time to try something... different. "Turf!" she cried. "You don't have to be a hero! We're not gonna make you do anythin' you don't care to!" She shot a glance at Starr, not knowing if...

Brisa froze, pain forgotten. ...what? Now Starr was here?? What—? Training and experience took over, and Brisa flanked Turf to target her with a surge of electric energy.

Fuck! Brisa leaped to push Celeste aside without hesitation — ...and left herself stood straight in the path of the dark bolt.

Shit. Diyem evidently didn't relay all her attempts at telepathy, it seemed. Diyem! she cried silently, casting her mind's voice to him in hopes of attracting his attention to something so critical as this. In lieu of telepathy she put a digit to her lips and gave Ashwood a pointed look. Shh!

Brisa bit back a flinch and thought fast. Nobody panic. she cast with her thoughts, expecting Diyem to translate for the others. Nobody say a thing. Let Celeste perform his Wish and hope for the best, but I got no doubt this gal won't take it too kindly if we tell her what we're seeing. She...

Brisa approached, on firmer ground with this topic. Terrifying threats were easier to handle than small talk. "We certainly shouldn't rule it out, but neither should we make rash assumptions. Have you found out anything else—" Oh, a local? Brisa was vaguely aware someone lived at the Bluff...

A week. That was all the bedrest Brisa could tolerate allowing herself after the gyarados fight. One week, and not a day more. It wasn't that it was a perpetual discomfort to be cooped up in the hidden quarters trying to avoid interacting with other folks... or it wasn't just that. It was that...

I love this kind of stuff! I've not taken the test on behalf of my characters (although it is the best test I've found) as I already know their colours, and indeed designed them with colours somewhat in mind! Here are the colours and some analysis for the four main protagonists of Different...

Brisa hung her head and gasped. Her body ached. Her fur was sodden. Her head was full of nothing but battle. But of course, they had won. She'd expected it, even as Sashimi had evolved. Even as party members had gone down. People were starting to talk, chattering about the battle and the...

Autobattle: Brisa should use Strike II when the party is capable of alpha striking Sashimi, or when Sashimi gets below 50%, whichever is sooner. (It'll be the 50% mark, I'm sure, but still.)

Holding back and taking mere pot shots had been the right move. With Sashimi evolved and enraged, she'd need to be taken down as quickly as possible. Brisa continued to hold all the electric energy she could, waiting for the moment to strike...

Autobattle: if all the frontliners somehow manage to forget to ping both karps, please cue a Strike II from Brisa on the unpinged karp. I stress that I will be very unhappy to have this happen overnight and wake up to discover this was necessary.

Brisa arrived in a state of vague anxiety after her encounter with the 'plague rat'. She looked about for the faces she knew — Curio, Starr, Cynthian, Dave. Everyone was here. Everyone was okay. She started charging up, her fur beginning to glow. She was the only electric type present, it was...