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Brisa chuckled. "I am a keeper of the peace back home. A ranger. Not an official one, though, and..." Why not? She could be a real ranger. Hell, a regional marshal. If she could fight the Eternal Blacklight and win, getting a goddamn badge was small potatoes, right? "Y'know what," she said...

"Yer the best fuckin' influence I've ever had," said Brisa, her smile wider than ever. "Nobody I'd rather have at my side when we fight that amalgamated motherfucker fer the final time."

Brisa felt half the tension in her body leave just from Starr's paw on hers. This always was Starr's way. Make a joke of it, threaten to kick ass, still manage to show she cared. Brisa wished she could make her lover understand how much it meant to hear stuff like that. She smiled, and leaned...

Brisa exchanged a look with her obsidian double. Be honest. Okay. "I think without my memories of Cibus, the 'me' I'm goin' back to bein'... She'd want it bad, if she could just convince herself she was halfway worthy of Ascent. The 'me' right here'n now ain't so sure, though, 'cause... I like...

Brisa purred contentedly at Starr's ribbing. It had been a long damn time since those memories had troubled her. Wild how things turned out. "Well... If nothin' here makes it back with me, I surely would," she replied, evenly enough. "But I've been thinkin' a lot about that, lately, an' I...

Brisa closed her eyes, got to her feet, and let out a breath that felt as if it were her first breath in a lifetime not taken as part of a fight. "Yeah. How 'bout we all get outta here." Back home. If only for a little while.

Brisa wet her lips, as aware of the rapidly-dwindling time they had and the weight of this encounter as she'd be of a naked flame against her paw. "You've mostly known sufferin' and pain so far," she said. "But there're good things in life, things worth endurin' that struggle so as you can...

Brisa had a good idea what kinda shit was going through Starr's mind right now. Sure, they'd never seen much beyond power-lust outta Giovanni, but most of their enemies in this long, long mission had turned out to be... Confused. Alone. In need of help. Not the kind of evil bastard you could...

Brisa took a breath of what might have been air, were this space made of matter, and slow sank to her knees, and then into a seated pose. A meditation position Owen had taught her, one that helped remind her that this was no battlespace, but something unprecedented. That word again... "We ain't...

Brisa winced. The critter really was a kid, huh? She owed that moonbat bastard a hell of a drubbing after this. "We're hopin' we can help you," she said, conscious of the tiny soul's guilelessness. "It's important to us. We don't want you t'be in pain."

So, this was the soul of that corrupted Eternatus? How many generations had it suffered...? And was that . . . a Tree of Life? It had hidden in one, only to be petrified and then sundered, before its long journey to this dimension. What did that experience do to a mind? Brisa padded closer...

Brisa rediscovered stillness in the aftermath of the combat. 'Combat' didn't really feel like the right word for it. What they'd overcome, what they'd achieved... It went beyond that. A struggle for the soul of one small universe, and the fate of many. By rights, she should be dead, or in too...

Oh, she would. She surely fucking would. Brisa climbed to the apex of the battlespace, and found her moment. With the blessings of two warriors so like her – Blacklight-wielders, tempered by duty and defiance, able to strike with bright intent and dark feeling – she could be a living bolt of...

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 9 Messages ~

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 9 Actions ~

Brisa chuckled. "Believe me, I ain't rootin' fer terrible things to happen just so's I can get a lick at 'em. I guess I just don't wanna be like half the Legends of Cibus, or like Pine when the Dark Matter crisis hit, stuck on the wrong continent. I want..." She pursed her mouth. There it was...

Brisa waggled a paw in a non-committal way. "Eh. There was some shit my parents dealt with, but if there were an evil entity at the heart of it, they didn't talk about it much. Given what I've picked up on Cibus, I wouldn't be surprised if it were an Omen event, so fer all I know, my Ma and Pa...

"Change is part of life," mused Brisa. "An' there're plenty kinds I'd say were always a good thing. Societal changes scare folks, though. Can't say I sympathise much with keepin' a society from changin' if it ain't perfect t'begin with, and I don't reckon there's such a thing as a perfect...

Dave was calling for help with his corruption. Good. He'd be okay. He could reach out too. It'll be okay. We'll do our duty, and it'll've been goddamn worth it. Brisa's fur burned again with Blacklit plasma and golden lightning, and she rose higher, despite the aching in her body, the...

Dave's Radiance billowed around her like something between the heady buzz of a strong drink and the feeling she got when she was a half-strike from bitiing the dust. Determination. This was what it felt like... "Ain't scared," she growled, flexing her free paw into a gnarled fist. "We can take...