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Brisa cocked her head at the stranger. "Do I know you, fella?" she asked, disconcerted. For a moment her gut lurched at the notion that this was her pa returned to human form, but no, surely not. His voice was dead wrong, for one. "Don't recall ever meetin' a human afore today," she added, not...

"Get yer motherfuckin' hand off me, or you'll soon lose it," Brisa growled back.

So, there were others here. Humans, even. How strange they looked. What did Starr look like, in her human body? The human-torracat had explained the rules of Mafia to her on the way. Fucked up, but Brisa was ready to give it a shot. She was used to pressing people on their bullshit, it shouldn't...

Brisa nodded, ears dipping in acknowledgement. She felt it too – an intuition too strong to ignore. "Sure thing, partner. I trust yer instincts, 'specially when yers an' mine are in agreement." She reached out a paw, and waited for Starr to match her. Careful... careful. Their paws met...

I'm very late to this but congrats to you both, I'm sure you'll do brilliantly~

The migraine-inducing disorientation of being somewhere else hit her like a hangover on a stormy morning. She stared at the tessellated blue ground with her paws on her temples, and took careful breaths. This was a different world, she felt damn sure, though she hadn't the faintest idea how she...

Name: Brisa Escarpa Species: Human-descended Highlands Luxio Personality: Brisa was a terse, serious, moody loner in her former life, but meeting Starr and becoming friends has done a lot to break her out of her shell. She's earnest, heartfelt, and passionate, with a sardonic streak when folks...

A) Signing up for every corpse! B) Busy in the 3rd week of August. C) Fine with starting.

Hi, Pledge! Welcome to TR! Nice to see you here~

Sleet snickered gleefully at Wes' nonplussed reaction. People were usually weirded out by her talking, but these other-dimensional humans were especially weirded out. Mostly. It was fun. And this boy was awkward. Sleet liked awkward. "Wessz, rrright?" she rasped, sidling up to him. "Let'ssz...

Laura pulled a face, tilting her head to look at the marking from different angles. "I guess? A circle doesn't have to be an initial 'O', but it could be... It looked like Sigmin and Nox each headed a different way. Maybe Nox's tracks can tell us something else...?" Sleet signed fluidly and...

"Malachai's a noivern," Laura answered, practically reeling off the information on automatic by now, "but he's an Atlantic bluewing, so he's a lot bigger than the more common inland noivern. You don't need to worry about him, you know; he's fully sapient, and smarter than most humans. I, uh, saw...

"Pleasure to meet you, Neo, Novo and Wes," said Laura, smiling. She chuckled at Neo's high energy and adorable demeanour. "Sushi's pretty good," she added, as an aside to the espeon. "I hope we get your friend safe so that you can share some with them." Malachai rumbled pleasantly at Novo. What...

"Aha, looks like." Laura waved and smiled at Jade, powering through her own awkwardness at Malachai's private telepathic prompting. <Come, girl. She's more anxious than you are. Do her the service of keeping up your chin.> Then there was the bloke with the 'vees. The wary umbreon, the friendly...

"Again?" <It's not so surprising. For each location living things are drawn to, their being drawn to it draws others. We are attentive to attention.> "Okay, sure, it's just strange to be making the same descent in the same spot with another stranger snooping about below us, even though this...

Sleet had that deerling-in-headlights look. Another marvel. It was enough to actually feel sorry for her, even after all her teasing habits. "Hey," said Laura, "that's enough messing with Sleet. For now. How about we order some actual food? I don't, uh, think the waitstaff noticed us? I'll take...

Laura returned the smirk, entirely failing to maintain a deadpan expression. "News to me, too. Explains why she always wants to take corviknight taxis everywhere instead of walking, though." "Nnnnoo!" protested Sleet, putting her palms up: [stop]. "Is jusst con-veeeeen-ient! Don't have a...

Laura watched Sleet make a face she was sure she'd never seen the inteleon make before. Sleet looked, for once, like she didn't know what the fuck was happening. "Uh, oh-kayy," she said, her voice breaking a little on the last syllable. Sleet reached out and stroked Hazel's feathers...

Sleet's eyes widened, then narrowed again. [Yes. I like your pretty feathers,] she signed, thinking hard, no doubt for a way to regain the upper hand. Laura tried very hard to keep a straight face, and said nothing, exchanging a glance with Gladion. Sleet's grin returned as she came up with...

Sleet continued to chuckle shamelessly to herself. Laura, for her part, took Gladion's response as a relief. If he could laugh it off, she didn't have to be so hideously embarrassed. She sighed, and smiled gently at Hazel. "Sleet's just being naughty by deliberately implying things she knows...