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Brisa recalled the starry plains of Spirit's Edge. A strange fate. But perhaps . . . not so dreadful as one might fear? "My idea of peace involves keepin' plenty active," agreed Brisa. "I need purpose t'keep me breathin'." In the alpine air, each breath was cool and sweet, but already the thin...

Scary or intimidating. So there was the admission – that Zeraora had anxieties of her own. Cibus had shown Brisa time and time again that even the gods were people, with hearts and minds, but this confession from a zeraora . . . hit her more sharply. And then, a moment later, it became a...

Brisa's throat tightened for a moment, and she dug a claw into her palm, wishing, wanting to be that aspirant, wanting to stay, wanting this to be her world, her home, her responsibility. But she had to go. Soon. It would not be her. The moment passed. The two kept climbing the mountain...

Brisa pawed her chin. "The Blacklight might be volatile, but it ain't too different in kind than Divinity. I'd feel reassured knowin' a cadre of responsible Blacklight Wielders were lookin' out fer my adoptive homeworld once the posse are gone." Brisa looked sidelong at Zeraora. "Wait, what did...

Brisa shrugged. "Don't matter none too much to me whether I'm remembered generations from now. I'm satisfied to have been happy and served the public. And I mean that." She swallowed, brow furrowing. "It is like death, I guess. I don't think of it that way fer myself, but as y'say, folks here...

Brisa gave a dry smile. "Be as blunt as you like. I won't take offence." She kept pace with Zeraora, one paw swinging freely, the digits on the other rubbing against each other in contemplation. "I've been sayin' goodbyes and resolvin' loose ends. I never kept many possessions here, but almost...

Despite Luz's initial misgivings about Zeraora's corruption, she had proved capable of handling it, perhaps better even than many of Diyem's posse. Brisa couldn't help but be relieved that there remained folks on Cibus who could defend it against any future threats. Diyem and his family, the...

Strange to think, but evidently true. "I can't show you the whole damn planet, but I can show you parts of it I find special," offered Brisa. "And if y'want a scrap, that can be arranged too." She grinned. "Speakin' of scraps, I never got the chance to say this before... Thanks fer yer help...

Brisa took zeraora form for this encounter. It seemed appropriate. While Zeraora might subsist on nothing, Brisa's satchel had victuals and such, so she wasn't worried. And yet Zeraora was, somehow. Luz' account and Brisa's own experience had been of a self-possessed, independent demigod. And...

Brisa coughed blood and made hacking sounds of laughter as she pulled herself to all fours, then rose up on her knees. 'Yield' indeed. What a hell of a fight. And their meltdown strategy had paid off as intended. Brilliant. Utterly fucking brilliant. "Closest one yet?" she called. "Whaddaya...

Whatever their commander had planned . . . Brisa trusted in him for it to be worth it. Win or lose, she'd fight – and fight to win, at that. No matter how battered her body felt, Brisa Escarpa was still born ready for fights like this. "You know I ain't the type to call it early, Diyem!" she...

She was getting . . . tired. Diyem was giving them the fight of their goddamn lives and then some. Every limb felt like so much pulverised muscle tissue and shattered bone, even as Blacklight energy stitched her back together and sealed her wounds. Do yer job, ranger. You can rest when this...

Nevermind Inan, Astrid was cute as hell. Love her. But there was a fight to win, and Brisa intended to see it through, no matter how broken and bruised she felt. "Welcome to Cibus, kid," she drawled, wiping blood from her brow. "Why don'tcha show us what ya got?" Brisa let up her paws, and –...

Brisa didn't waste breath on words while she had striking to do. Diyem was a ponderous opponent when harried by the right techniques, and if she was lucky, and attracted less attention than Astrid's characteristic leap towards the void, she'd cling to consciousness a little longer. One shield...

Brisa grunted with defiant, stubborn resolve as the hammer came crashing down. Motherfucker was stronger than ever. "Thank us after we kick yer ass, Chief," she snarled. "No matter how hard you hit me, I ain't goin' down afore I hit you harder'n that." Blacklighting crackled around her body...

Brisa stared down Diyem, bared her teeth, and felt her hackles shiver. This was a more daunting challenge in some ways than they'd ever faced as a trio. She honestly didn't know if they could expect to win. But she'd fight anyway, 'cause that was what she did. "You'll see us at our best...

Brisa chuckled drily. Soon enough, they would be. But for now? "Seeya round, friend. Take care." <><><><><>

"I dearly wish fer that," said Brisa, without irony. "And I wish also fer you to find whatever peace an' contendedness fits ya best, Bahamut. Thanks fer yer time. And fer yours, Nero."

"No surprises there." Brisa smiled to herself. It felt damn good to not still be fucking stewing about those feelings, and it was nice to get to break the news to someone who didn't know. "I'll miss her," she said, the words unbidden. "I might not remember, but I'll still miss her."

Brisa laughed. "Fessed up t'her and Astrid. Astrid and I are stayin' friends. I'm more'n happy with that. And... I've been with Starr fer a while already. No intentional publicity, but there's nothin' t'be done about Pansit, so it's pretty much public knowledge. Fer, uh, quite some number of...