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"I can appreciate that notion," replied Brisa. "And I'll take that advice. Things have a way of turnin' out to be significant; it's on us to recognise and pay mind to that significance." With a long breath, she committed the thought to memory for later contemplation. "Thanks fer humourin' my...

Brisa gave another quadrupedal shrug. "Cause and effect, if nothin' else. Owen tells me we all got destinies to meet in our home worlds, and that's what a Hero's Aura pertains to. I dunno if I believe in predetermined futures, but if there's somethin' brewin' back home and I've a part to play in...

Brisa snorted. "I would. Talk about unprecedented events. I could rib Diyem about her beatin' his record." A certain tension passed from her body with the exchange of humour. Man, she'd really been missing out. They just didn't have good jokes in Frontier Town, huh? Or in the Clan. Wild. "It's...

Brisa shrugged. "I guess? I'd assumed we were present there as projections of our spirits, not physically present. Interestin'." It was . . . odd, to hear Bahamut laugh. It prompted a light chuckle in her, more from surprise than his little joke. "Well, I'm glad you're open to a Cibusean...

"Y'mean to say that we'll return to Veritas City, in the Voidlands, afore we finally get sent back?" It . . . made a weird kind of sense. Not what she'd expected, but... Alright. ...What would it be like saying goodbye to those of them that had human true forms? Starr and Dave... "In any...

Brisa allowed herself a small, dry grin. "Uhuh. Been hopin' the things I've come to believe in my time here will feel intuitive to my sleepin' self when she wakes from this 'dream'. And... I can't lie, if all it takes fer a person to keep their grip on their experiences here is sufficient...

Brisa peeled away a little from the bear hug she'd been giving Starr to look quizzically at Starr's alt-timeline counterpart. "Huh? You an' Red goin' worldhoppin' again t'gether or somethin'?"

Brisa nodded, and considered calling Sombra to the conversation, just because her Shadow would speak more freely and save her the effort of pushing through a heavy topic. But she'd rather handle this as herself. Passing the buck to her Shadow felt like cheating, somehow. "If we take that model...

Brisa wet her lips, wondering what she meant to say, and how to say it. She'd come to this room for a reason, after all. Shadows nestled in the creases of her mind and in the midst of her fur. "I'm about to lose most of what I've cared about most," she said, sounding hatefully small, so...

Not a comfortable topic, evidently, although an interesting one no doubt. "And in those lifetimes, have you experienced yer share of loss?" she continued, feeling a little hollow.

A dorky Bahamut? Hard to picture, but it brought a small, dry smile to her mouth anyway. "Well, you seem like a fella who don't mind interminable private pursuits," she remarked. "I'm sure you'll do just fine." She eyed Nero, thinking. His partner . . . was a necrozma, was that what he was...

"Best of luck t'ya. Got a timeframe fer yer success, or does it remain t'be seen how long it might take?" Galaxies, huh? Strange to think, but perhaps the universe that housed Cibus was one with countless other worlds beyond the stars, much as the universe of Bahamut's Etherium. And what of...

"Hmm." Brisa pawed her chin as she watched. In a duelling context, Bahamut had techniques that had never seen prominent use in mass combat. He'd be an interesting opponent to fight, if he ever showed the inclination. Although, judging by the kind of persistent personalities that got him to do...

The mission was over, but training continued. Training for no fight but the one in her head and heart; training to keep her cool in the face of losing so much, so soon. Brisa hit harder than usual, trying to sustain some kind of injury she could nurse instead of the thoughts in her head, but no...

Brisa nodded, and said nothing more, but for a tiny shimmering thread of Radiance that let her tell Truffle, you are loved; you are needed – don't forget. And with that, she gave Maple a dry smile and a dip of the head, and put her paw on Icetales' withers to steady herself as they left. Luz...

Brisa checks in with Owen for advice on her final Colosseum big-name matches. She's familiar by now with examples of the fighting styles in use by Diyem, Ho-oh, and Team Gyros, but more insight is always appreciated. Would an aggressive, no-guard offence prove more viable against the reigning...

The final moments of the fight were a mixture of sharply-rising panic, anger, and grim assurance that if there was a damn thing to be done, Starr would do it. Brisa couldn't take off at a run as intended with the crowd so agitated, but she could jump from seat cushion to railing and downwards...

Brisa sighed, relief pouring off her with a small shudder. Thank fuck for that. "Good man," she muttered. "Try not t'scare folks like that again, y'hear? There's still a good deal of good left fer you to do in yer life." She reached out a paw and placed it on his wing. "After all, you're a...

From the stands, Brisa and Luz watched with avid attention, and discussed the flow of the match in their private telepathic link. Naturally, they did not join in the whoops and cheers for Giovanni, but anyone could feel the energy in the stadium. As Astrid went down, Brisa grinned with...

"What of yer daughter?" asked Luz, earnestly. "She needs you." Brisa winced. "Y'should speak to a therapist, fella. They got good ones here. Real gold standard professionals. Just let... Let folks help you."