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Brisa hyped herself up with rapid, angry breaths. Hyperventilation could act as a mild painkiller, and this was gonna hurt. Goddamn. She filled her limbs with energy, and made a dash towards Soda.

Brisa beamed at Owen. Hard to tell if she was warming so fast to the guy because despite reminding herself constantly that he wasn't the same individual charizard she knew and loved, she still thought of him as her best friend on some level . . . or because different timeline and experiences...

The world was a blur. Where were the enemy? She couldn't get her bearings. Her skull split open at the thought of using a status move. Her limbs rebelled. Her friends, were they okay? What was the plan? Fuck, fuck, she needed to keep her head, needed to concentrate... She heard Dave shouting to...

"I do my best, but it's not like I got the experience or skills fer that kinda thing," mused Brisa. "I get people into the trainin' grounds all I can, give instruction, an' so on. And I tried t'get folks to attend therapy, but I don't recall havin' much luck there. I see the need, though, and...

Brisa nodded along, listening carefully, tailtip tracing patterns on the furniture. "Sounds like we have at least a thing or two in common, I guess," she conceded. "Fella had a word or two t'say to me 'bout his predicament of bein' on this Cibus, neither one self nor the other. If he's an...

"Reshiram?" Brisa's ears went up. "Motherfucker's 'close to Reshiram', y'say? Gods' teeth, Owen, I don't think I've heard a more ironic thing this side of last winter." She shook her head clear and tried to elaborate. "Like I said, I didn't get the full assessment of him or anythin', but he...

Brisa made a low whistle. Sprout's commentary and the giant display screens indicated a horrifying fact: Flesh was immune to their attacks in entirety. Owen hadn't been kidding, huh. Well, better focus on Soda first, then. She'd stop the fucker in his tracks if she could help it. Dude was fast...

Brisa hid a roll of her eyes behind a swig of light cider. "My best assessment of that fella, and I don't pretend to understand him all that well, is that he's gotta hold the world and all in it at a distance. More'n that, if he ever tried t'be earnest, if he could even manage it, it'd fuckin'...

Brisa blew out air and hummed. "Y'know, I'm confident my gal Luz will be okay, but it'd be good to actually know. Or to have a way to get in touch someday." She grinned at Owen. "You'd probably like her. She's one optimistic motherfucker."

Brisa smirked to herself. "Probably the same shit I pulled on you, if I know her." She imagined her Owen would handle it better. Guy had more chill. And would be more likely to see it coming, too. He was still kindof an idiot about intimacy, though, bless him. "He'll be fine," she said...

Brisa gave Owen a brave smile. No need to burden the cheery fella with the full context, really. "I'll be fine," she assured him. "I can handle anythin'." And hadn't she? Cibus' basic principles had been alien to her on arrival, but she'd integrated as well as anyone, survived everything the...

Brisa nodded. "Best of luck retainin' the growth ye've achieved in yer time on Cibus. I'm..." Wishing everything will suddenly be different the next time someone calls you 'feral' t'yer face. That you'll have it in you t'stand up fer yerself without gettin' mad, givin' 'em cause to call you...

The standard setup would do just fine, like she and Starr had practiced countless times. This was Dave's fight, in a way, given his bond with Soda, but it would be fought and won by all three of them. And against opponents like these, she could take no chances. A growl thrashed inside her...

"Kinda yer trademark experience," remarked Brisa, with some irony. "Along with bein' injured every which way an' comin' out hardly the worse fer wear." It was strange to see Owen – he really was exactly like her Owen – look despondent in this specific way. For a guy only a few months further...

Brisa loosened up on the Colosseum sands with an intense dedicaton to the familiar routine of her stretches. There weren't many of these left. She'd appreciate every one of them. Especially the ones with an emotional weight to them. Dave had done as Brisa had been encouraging him to do and...

Brisa gave the question due consideration. Months, huh. A lot could happen in a few months. "Yer future-shifted counterpart is okay. He's had his fair share of troubles on Cibus, and back home, but he's good at dealin' with 'em. He's one of our best, and if yer really that sim'lar to his recent...

Brisa chuckled, and loped past the big dumbass to close the window again. "Datin' Starr, have a non-reciprocal thing fer Astrid, would absolutely take Aria to bed if she were game. And yes. They all got carpal pads. I feel like my type is more . . . gals with guts. Nutmeg could catch my eye, if...

"I'm a fuckin' lesbian, you moron," drawled Brisa, barely suppressing a cackle. "Didja really think you'd fool me? Y'ain't slick."

This was better, or perhaps worse, than anything Brisa could possibly have imagined. She almost cautioned him not to detroy the wall trying to get away, but honestly, who gave a shit? They were leaving this planet in mere days, anyway. "Don't recall seein' you in that position before," she...

Brisa nodded at the table. "Can't have sex 'til you put out that goddamn fire," she stated, deadpan. "Y'know, I'm perplexed at the idea that you'd just forget what it was like t'fuck someone. I thought the DV therapists sorted that shit out fer you anyway?"