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The sour mood vanished like bad moonshine down a drain. "How d'you do," said Brisa, returning a grin and an extended paw of her own. The fella had a good shake on him. Nice. She kept walking, easing off the lope a little to accommodate Ben's aching limbs. "I'm Brisa, an' it's a pleasure t'meet...

The city park was an ideal place to cool Brisa's head, in theory. Despite all the incidents she'd borne there – Owen in a frenzy, Cynthian in a rage, and that goddamn gardevoir – it was still a vast space perfect for both running until exhausted, and settling down for a peaceful meditation. And...

Team Spectrum vs Eternal Blacklight Turn 1 Actions

Brisa put a dynamaxed fist into a dynamaxed palm, and popped her knuckles with a resounding crack. "This'll do nicely."

Brisa's True Last Boss Logging Challenge Completion: Waves 2 and 3 accounted for by means of writing, editing, and drawing for many hours. Also completing my first Rank S using this six-chapter review of TQftL. Item Loadout: Buying Venom/Chilli/Chilly/Flashbang Seeds Selling Sitrus Berry...

Howdy, Free! Time to churn out a bunch of chapter commentary for that final Blacklight logging rush. I know you've appreciated my liveblogging on vc and such, but I hope this'll be entertaining in text form. Off we go~ Introduction / Prologue I like how you've filled up much of the opening to...

Brisa's ears flushed, but she elbowed Starr back and grinned. "'Course I'm into her. She's as badass as we are. Why aren't you into her, huh?" Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the dumb grin off her face. Gods, she never felt as relaxed as when she was around Starr, no matter how her partner...

"Fuck yeah it is," drawled Brisa, happily. "Ain't had nearly enough of this all year, an' I spent most of what downtime I got pushin' myself, anyhow." She huffed, and twitched her whiskers in thought. "It really was an exhibition, huh. Makes y'see yer interactions with those Miracle folks in a...

Sprawled out on a beach towel, eyes closed, tail flicking contentedly, time seemed to pass her by. She'd spent so much time in DV's wintry chill, she'd forgotten the pleasure of being casually warm. Gods it felt good to relax. Especially after having ten kinds of shit kicked out of her in front...

Brisa braced herself, bright plasma flickering across her zeraora form. "We're on," she called. "Form up, set up, don't hesitate!" The team was better-honed than ever, and they had allies on the field, too. Good ones. Brisa didn't have a bond with Ionys or Xernatus, but people she cared about...

Brisa eyed a familiar scene of misery from her own not-so-distant past. That was herself with Starr, as shinx and litten, in that pit... So, the Eternal Blacklight really did people its private realm with suffering after all. Not just suffering, but... Sufferin' without meaning. Sufferin'...

Brisa's steps related little to any actual surface. Her paws made contact with crackling energy, not a solid surface. Her experimentation with defying gravity gave her some small help in coming to terms with the effect it had on the mind and body, but hell, if wasn't even the weirdest thing to...

Zeraora of the Outworlds. In a flash, Brisa imagined herself travelling as God Squad and Eien once had, and Joule still might, a zeraora of many worlds. But for now, she was ground-bound, with a pressing duty to attend to. She shook Zeraora's paw firmly, grinning with satisfaction. For her own...

Not quite a knockout, but a technical victory was just as good in a clash like this. And goddamn, what a battle. "Yer a real storm-with-claws," remarked Brisa, steadying her breath from the exertion of the final exchange. "That's the kind of goddamn battle I live fer. You get it. You fight like...

Brisa came out of her combat trance with a sharp roar of satisfaction. Zeraora's intent was to strike hard, Brisa could feel it in her just as plain as if there were Whiplash cords connecting them. She could probably survive a full-on onslaught – she'd tuned her aura to survive a lot – but that...

"Well, we've done all we can, chief." Brisa looked around at the gathered throngs. Her eyes met the eyes of certain others. So many brave souls, so many loved ones. Had it really been nearly a year? She'd spent so long in their precious company... And now that time together was coming to a...

Zeraora's adeptness with the Blacklight was extaordinary. Her speed, her disposition – this was exactly how Brisa sought to fight. She'd have to draw on Shadows to survive more attacks like that. She dug deep. What do you fear becomin', ranger? What d'you hope fer? To be like her...? Enough...

Brisa rolled her neck, cracked her knuckles, breathed deep and felt the Blacklight flow and ebb around, within, and between them. This duel would be something else, win or lose. It was right that it should take place here. Plasma bloomed over Brisa's body, a lightless fire embracing her, to...

Brisa didn't answer instantly. A request from a Legend should be considered. Its implications given due thought. Zeraora's species, at least in this world, was a regional guardian. Had her specialism confined her to Amp Plains, at least without surrendering a good portion of her power? Indeed...

An explanation so simple, Brisa had overlooked it. Not so great a mystery after all. "I hope that's true," she said, honestly. "As dangerous as the Blacklight is, it's all that's preserved this world of late." Luck and skill, huh? "How did you come by yer ascension, Zeraora?" asked Brisa...