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"I've never had much, but I wouldn't mind a bit of a drink."

Celeste sighed in relief. "It was good to see you, too. Don't expect me to take you up on that offer, though. I... don't like Radiance at all. I'll take shadows over it any day."

"Well, I just don't like how it makes me feel. It plugs up my head, makes it hard to think straight. It takes willpower just to force myself to speak. It makes me feel... poorly." He recalled that Brisa had spoken of feelings of ferality herself before, but he hoped that description was vague...

Celeste cast his gaze away. "I don't know. Vision had been mostly... instinctual. I can't imagine what another application of it would do. Or what it would do to me."

Celeste grimaced. He was hoping figuring out another application for his shadows would be enough. "Err, no. I... haven't tried."

Celeste laughed. "There's a reason melees between two absol tend to end in stalemates. We're hard to hit indeed." "And..." It was hard to show gratitude through the Shadows... "Thanks." Please don't ask about radiance...

Brisa channeled more raw speed and power into that attack than she seemed to have been doing before. However, the pattern he saw it predicted to move in didn't shift as he began his dodge. He felt a tingling sensation, and smelled some singed fur, but it didn't make a proper connection. "There...

As the fight went on, Brisa seemed to be catching on to him. The patterns of light fluctuated, forcing him to readjust his own reactions. Eventually, one of the Whiplashes scored a grazing blow on his flank. He couldn't keep doing this, he needed to adapt. He felt a sort of contempt towards his...

Okay, good. Brisa was starting after all. Celeste observed the glow coming his way, and lept out of the affected area. Avoiding the attack came with a certain satisfaction. He wanted to punish the missed attack, and his shadows obliged him. "That's the shadow I'm familiar with. But I should be...

"Mhm." Celeste nodded. "I think I understand." What were those feelings for him? Radiance came with it a feeling of ferality, but Shadows... "Perhaps I'll try spitefulness. That's what helps with my existing shadow attack." Brisa braced herself, perhaps expecting an attack, and gave the nod to...

Celeste nodded. "Ah. I don't quite know how to spar per se. Never been in a fight with someone who wasn't either too absurdly powerful for me to kill... or was prey I was supposed to eat." He laughed an awkward laugh. "I don't know what the rules are for friendly combat... but I suppose I can...

Celeste put down the book he was reading and checked his badge. What does "assess my combat readiness" mean? Celeste poked into what he thought was the right training room, and saw Brisa warming up there. Phew, he'd half expected to go to the wrong room. "Hello, Brisa. What is it you have in...

Gladion didn't entirely understand why faking amnesia would be desirable in the first place, much less faking humanity. Still, something about the ridiculousness of the entire concept made him consider preemptively executing step three of the plan out of spite, but he figured it might be useful...

Once night fell, Gladion had to face the idea of meeting people on his own, seeing as he and Nero were assigned different rooms. He entered the house in as subtly as a two meter tall chimera could hope to. He caught a glimpse of an unidentifiable white-furred roommate there already. He wanted to...

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Logging 2 hours of contest writing (I should sprint more. Most of the actual words written were from the half-hour sprint I did yesterday.)

"I'll be fine," Lillie responded. Hopefully this doesn't keep happening, though. "Just... A little more caution would serve you well. I think you meant that as a compliment, but... it was something I was not doing. Which is more like constructive criticism. I... get enough of that already."

"Yeah, well, I appreciate the thought," she halfheartedly murmured. "I get that you're happy-go-lucky enough to be fine with this, but current events haven't left me in a particularly smily mood. I don't care to fake it at the moment, either."

"Conservation work is different from just being a doctor. Mimikyu are one of the species we're supposed to be conserving, what am I going to do, conserve myse-?" "It's funny," Lillie hissed, "For all your criticism of my mother, you sure are sounding a lot like her right now..." I don't care...

Lillie laughed. "I'm glad you believe in me, then, but..." She shifted nervously. "Well, either way, I can't do it as a Mimikyu, so I don't need to worry about it right now." That was another consolation prize of this situation. She didn't have to worry about all human stuff. Maybe... this...