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"Didn't hurt last time," said Brisa, evenly. (Technically true.) "Whaddaya mean y'don't remember?" Gods, this was easy. She just had to lean into her incredulity at his wording and let how flustered he was do the rest of the work.

Brisa blinked at the casual reply, spent a moment calculating, and realised he wasn't being euphemistic. An artefact of Diyem's translation, Owen's naivety, or another layer to the pranking? Well, she'd rather power through all that. "Actually, I thought you might wanna fuck me," she drawled...

The thought occurred to Brisa to play a prank in kind, but she didn't like her odds of beating Owen's Perceive and it wasn't like he could've expected her to fall for his shtick anyway. Still, his reaction could be entertaining. "Feelin' pretty confident myself, partner! But if'n yer that...

Brisa eyed Owen's tailflame. It wasn't really sporting, but a lazy day was a lazy day. "You hidin' somethin' from me, big guy?" she drawled. "Actually, I'm callin' it. Y'ain't my big guy at all, are ya?"

"Well that's sure a positive turnaround from all that doom an' gloom 'bout not havin' a way to solve yer stalemate." Brisa shifted on the sofa to get a better angle of Owen, munching thoughtfully on something sweet and nutty. "Did you eat somethin' peculiar, pal? Yer demeanour ain't ever this...

Brisa chuckled, and decided not to be a downer. "Yeah, me too, fella. Nice work with the Colada fight, by the way. Trainin' always pays off, as I like to tell my students." A glint may have been visible for a moment in her eye as she imagined a grand finale event in the Colo before they went...

"Well ain't you in a good fuckin' mood," she drawled, reaching for whatever was nearest to her. Something with a good tang to it. Oh, yes. Filo pastry, berry and cream filling. Perfect. "What constitutes 'some trainin' an' stuff', partner?" she asked, between licking her lips, a hunter's grin...

Brisa lifted her head from the arm of the sofa to blink blearily at Owen. She'd been half-dozing, half-watching something on her badge, and near the point of drifting off. "I'm home if the food's good," she jested. Cibusean food was always good. "Howdy, Owen."

Brisa approaches Soda now that his recovery is in full swing. Assuming he'll even speak to her, she'd like to offer her friendship, and ask him to help tutor her in the use of Extremespeed, being another non-natural user of the move. She's curious whether he retains his Radiance after what...

Brisa smiled, though it was a tight, dry smile. "Glad t'hear it, Kyurem. Thanks fer a . . . challengin' battle." She passed the remnant off to Owen and Diyem with relief, not caring for anything but a good, long sleep. As soon as fucking possible, at that. Starr and Astrid looked like they...

Brisa agreed with the expressed sentiments with a quiet, dry smile. Any further response was cut off by the arrival of their food. The sandwich she'd had earlier had gone a ways to filling her up, but Sombra's presence always seemed to improve her appetite, oddly. I'm just tryin' t'look after...

"It manipulates its host," growled Brisa. "That distress, that despair y'talked about durin' our battle? We could hear the effects of that thing inside ya, distortin' yer mind. It's been makin' ya sick. Let it go, Kyurem. It's dangerous." Brisa concentrated, hoping that through the Radiance...

"You needn't contain it, an' doin' so is goddamn harmful. Let go of it. Let us take care of the damned thing." Brisa's chest heaved, desperate for more warmth. Behind her, Starr and Astrid were still recovering their senses. They'd run lower on steam than she had. A flicker of telepathy went...

Gonna work every day on Different Eyes, hoping to get at least 10k written.

Brisa panted for air that didn't scour her throat on its way down, and blinked at the light of the unshadowed world. She barely heard Sprout. With the storm over, her energy returned to her, little by little. She took one step forward, and then another, eyes fixed on the remnant. She raised an...

Brisa peered through the biting air at what looked like a goddamn fragment of the Blacklight. Well, that wouldn't fucking do, would it? All along, this was their real target. Time to do their job. Brisa heaved a crippling haymaker at Kyurem, knowing it wouldn't be blocked. That was sure to do...

Brisa chuckled. "Nah, I got through it all nice'n clean. Meltdown only hurt me an' one other, an' the Shadowin' was down to one of Giovanni's gizmos. Nobody blamed me fer that one. Since then I've kept my head real nice. Don't seem like it in a vacuum, but compared t'most of us, I've got my head...

Brisa struck again, roared with the power of the impact, and stepped back again to keep her head. These hallucinations – an effect of the cold? Perhaps. Or, she could really hear and see things Kyurem had experienced.... What did these visions mean? That last one... Surely Team Colada, trying to...

Kyurem was losing her head to some Shadow bullshit... Maybe they could get through to her, somehow? Did she need saving from whatever darkness was inside her? Starr was struggling on, Astrid's voice was faint in the cold winds... Brisa could take more. Do more. Rally them to keep going...

Brisa growled against Kyurem's fatalism and the joyless, sunless darkness engulfing them. Was this... was Kyurem fucking Shadowing? "Starr, don't lose yer nerve! We'll make it through, just keep goin' steady! C'mon, light on yer toes now, like practice drill!" Brisa loped back around and...