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Brisa shook her mane free of Colosseum dust and coughed a little in the cloud. "Knew we could count on ya, fella," she wheezed. "I wanna see that fuckin' replay footage." She patted Owen firmly on the shoulder while she caught her breath, then gave him a firm hug when she had it. Then, there...

"We got this, Owen," cried Brisa, as she kited Sprout for the final combo. "Let him have every strike y'can muster!" Salt and sand, he was tough, and she and Astrid were on their last legs. Was Owen really gonna have to finish the fight? ...If he did, it'd be a hell of a full circle. I...

[flavour in the morning: marvel at the transformation, get bestowed, go ape shitt, whiplash him, friends are great] Brisa squinted up at a titanic figure, the kind of motherfucker you'd normally need a whole team to fight. Yet here they were, squaring up against a guy who could practically see...

"G'night then, darlin'. Last day t'morrow. Glad it'll be with you." This was exactly how Brisa wanted to be. A moment of absolute peace, her mind quieted by Starr's warmth and the feeling that whatever came next, her time on Cibus had been spent well. Damn well, at that. Brisa mumbled...

Brisa swore under her breath. Sprout's dancing and calling and infuriating evasiveness were getting to her. "I'm gonna take him apart," she spat, and roared as she contrived to unleash a lightningstorm on the aspirant zygarde's position.

Brisa scoffed. "I've not used Maple's tab in months, pal. I've been workin' fer a livin'." "Pretty dumb thing to do if'n you ask me," teased Luz, with a face more smug than regular biology would allow for. "Shut it, you. Anyway, yeah, I'm glad y'all void eternas have each other. Stick...

Brisa sighed, but kept a dry smile. "I could fill my years here, kid. But the real important stuff, fer closure? Pretty much. If we got word it were happenin' ten minutes from now, I've said most everythin' important. I'd just wanna go in the company of the folks I love, is all." She glanced...

Luz chuckled to herself. Brisa raised a brow. "Everyone has a different idea of what's fun for them, partner. Fer me, it's pickin' up bruises in a sportin' battle. Ain't fer everyone." "What do you enjoy, then?" asked the shade. "If there's somethin' you could do before y'all gotta go, and...

Brisa thanks Saltriv for all their help in their time on Cibus, and wishes them luck back home with everything to come for them and their friends. She jokes that she enjoyed kicking their ass, but they're at their best on a team. Keep a steady heart, kid. Yer friends need you. Brisa meets with...

"You don't think it were a missed opportunity?" pressed Luz, leaning her head on one paw. "We were here fer a whole year in the end. Weren't you . . . lonely, fer most of that?" "Some folks are solitary by nature," interjected Brisa. Where're you goin' with this? "Just thinkin' 'bout how when...

Brisa chuckled. "Bein' one of the team's strikers is practically a fuckin' dream job. Sure, there were some scares, but I'm just wishin' I could keep at it. Be big goddamn heroes, like Rocky said. You, though... I'm guessing' you're happy to be headed home, right?" Luz was giving Nate an odd...

Brisa gave the occasion hum of acknowledgement as she listened. Good on Owen for finding out how his favourite series were gonna end. "If I get my memories back, I'm trackin' down my world's Voice an' contrivin' to get to Spirit's Edge, at least. Assumin' that's possible fer all Voices, anyway...

"Yeah, Cibus wouldn't've been what it was if it weren't fer you bein' here with me, partner," she murmured. She thought she caught a smile in reply. Brisa put a paw to her mouth and chuckled as Owen made this next, deeply unnecessary confession. "Don't worry, man, I ain't lookin' at those. I...

Brisa grinned at him, unsurprised. "I'd be a hypocrite if'n I weren't able to handle that li'l reveal," she said, evenly. "I didn't wanna risk makin' you real uncomfortable, but y'deserve a chance to process that before we part ways. Closure, an' all." She nudged him with her elbow, (pretty...

Brisa couldn't help but laugh. A bright and cheerful one, for once. "Yeah, pretty much. Maybe soome of the others, too. I know that Rocky has one hell of a penchant for . . . well, theatrics more than heroics, honestly. But our gals? Yeah, they'll... They'll get by." She sighed, and though...

Brisa snorted. Her turn to cover her mouth. Luz was unfazed. "I think he'll duplicate hisself and take on the same colours and hide as Bean, somethin' like that. Who knows? It'll be excitin', anyway." Brisa scratched her cheek. "Fun as it is to imagine, it'll be tough. And if it is his final...

Brisa had seen her share of Colo matches turn dark, what with berserking combatants and people getting in above their strength class without realising it. But maybe listing those examples wasn't the right play with Nate. "Well, I reckon those bureaucrats do a lotta lookin' into mundane shit as...

Brisa laughed. It was pretty fucking true. "Fair enough! But no, I'm sure. Spotted him usin' a zygarde-pattern shield this one time, an' he definitely ain't mortal with how fuckin' fast he is. Volume ain't such a strong indicator if'n you ask me. Zygarde bodies don't reflect their emotions...

Brisa nodded with dark resolve at Nate's encouragement. Yeah. She'd blast the damn thing to smithereens and be done with it. Ah, Colo. Sure. "Yeah, gotta make the most of it. I wanna challenge those folks as I'm most curious 'bout fightin', at least. Didja see we just managed to get a narrow...

Brisa blinked. Gods, it was weird seeing a strong, confident incineroar besides Starr move like that on the battlefield. He fought pretty differently, but still. If she squinted, it was almost like she was watching Starr drill a different moveset. It was . . . enjoyable. Good fucking gods...