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Curio's vocabulary was a little unfamiliar, but Brisa got the gist. It sounded... different. She thought of her daily routines. Days and days passing without note. Then finding Gil, making that journey, finding herself here. "You wouldn't care for my old life, I expect. In fact, I used to see...

Curio let Brisa catch her breath as they walked. By the time Brisa was physically comfortable enough to speak, she'd become emotionally uncomfortable with it again. So much for burning off anxious energy in the dojo. Maybe she should talk about the fight? No, she'd sound conceited for having...

Hey Cani! This was a fantastic read, and I'm so pleased to have finally got around to it. As promised, I was highly invested in the main character duo, Annie and Patch. Patch's characterisation is spot-on throughout, with her anxieties being specific, justified, and shown. The way Annie does...

Brisa allowed herself a minute to catch her breath before replying. "Thank you," she panted. "And yeah, that sounds good. I'll be restless until I figure out this situation." And it's good to have a friend to do that with, she didn't say. She followed Curio out and looked over in the direction...

Hi there, Adam! I've just finished reading the second chapter of this fic, and I have some loosely assembled thoughts. You asked me to comment on narrative structure, prose, dialogue and stuff like that. I can't say I have strong instincts for narrative structure, but I have two particular...

Brisa wriggled and crawled out from underneath the zangoose, exhausted and near her limit. One good shock was all she'd had in her. Fortunately it seemed that receiving it was all Zane could handle, too. Having extracted herself from his bulk and gingerly checked herself over for genuine...

At least the plan had worked, after a fashion. Even if it had resulted in pain and indignity. Well, there was certainly no point in holding back now. Brisa yowled as she unloaded the full force of the electric attack she'd been holding back since midway through the bout with Curio. From the...

Brisa ducked under the clumsy blow, bunched up, turned on the spot, and tackled Zane's leg, hoping to fell him. He'd have weak spots aplenty if he toppled. Her claws sparked but she held back from channelling any energy. Pure kinetic collision should be enough!

What was that stance he was using? Some strange fighting type technique she hadn't seen? She was pretty sure zangoose were normal type... She would have to be very careful or very bold in the face of uncertainty, particularly as she'd already tired herself out. She sized Zane up. He was about...

Brisa took a minute to realise she needed to get off from Curio, on whose torso she still had her paws firmly planted. She dropped off her, and sat back heavily with a huff. "You made me work for that," she managed to say. "I feel better. Appreciate it." She looked over to the zangoose, whose...

A good thing about being a quadruped was the ability to leap. It was good for climbing, pouncing, and it served as an excellent way to dodge. Brisa sprang away from Curio's punches, allowing her use of fighting energy to wear her out. Simply evading without using any moves didn't seem to be...

Brisa growled in her chest. She could lose this, easily, but... what if the same de-powering affecting her affected Curio as well? That could give her a chance. Not that the stakes were high or anything, just that she hated to think- she didn't want- ...It would be good to make a good impression...

Brisa tried to roll with the incoming punch, but she still took a winding blow to the gut. She yowled, and let out a burst of electricity as Curio's fist connected. So she still had something, whatever that was! She pulled herself to her feet, suddenly as fatigued as if they'd been fighting for...

Brisa's mouth hung open, drinking in every scent, ready to bite. But electric energy did not come rushing from her jaw for a thunder fang attack. Nor dark energy for a crunch. She'd lost her moves. In a brief moment of panic as Curio came dashing towards her, Brisa resorted to the only staple...

More mon were approaching the dojo, and people were talking instead of sparring. Brisa growled, and darted forward, hackles raised. She was a shinx again. This one was a lucario-turned-riolu. This world was a different world. She would do well to play this safe. She leapt at Curio, claws...

@NebulaDreams Brisa's whiskers twitched. She had fewer than a dozen spoken words left before she would have to scream from social overstimulation. "Curio. Standard rules. Best of three. Farfetch'd fella to referee. Now, please." She took her place at one end of a suitably marked out patch of...

"Yeah, sure. I'll be partner with-- wait, what am I saying, it's your choice, isn't it?" "Yeah, sure. Please. Uh, that would be my pleasure." goddamnit fuck don't think gay thoughts fuck shit

Brisa followed Curio inside, head buzzing with information intake, overplanning, sensory overload and anxiety to make a good impression with this riolu. A good sparring match should help clear her head while being a productive way to prepare for her coming combat duties. "Good day," she called...

Brisa fumbled with her tongue for a second before replying, "yeah, sure. Please. Uh, that would be my pleasure." She gave a remorseful look at the cowed charmander. "We'd better get started, else we end up like him."