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Brisa shot an alarmed glance at Starr, and clenched her jaw as she clamped down on her billowing corruption. They were gonna be tough to get effective type matchups on, now, covering for each other so closely. That was half their goddamn strategy, too. Shit. "Plan B?" she asked, with a wild...

Brisa winced at the reminder of what she was soon to lose, and rolled her eyes at the ensuing jab at Nero. Not that she'd warmed instantly to the fella or anything, but 'mutt', really? "Folks're gonna have questions," she commented, drily. "Might wanna head some of the obvious ones off." Gods...

"You've said enough before now t'make clear you value family a great deal," remarked Brisa. "You have family enough, an' a role to play, if you accept it, in guidin' and teachin' them." A forepaw twitched uncomfortably at the contrast between herself and Bahamut where family was concerned. If...

"You . . . already have friends, as I understand it," added Brisa. "Those in the posse as like you best will leave, sure, but some of the void eternas are fond of ya. An' perhaps... Perhaps it'd do you some good t'see more examples of local folks' appreciation fer ya. Nero went after clippin's...

Brisa stops taking new clients and encourages her existing clients to seek replacement tutors or wrap up their training objectives in a timely fashion. She gives recommendations for alternative instructors she respects, writes final letters of guidance for long-time students, and puts some in...

Brisa hesitated, unsure what would work to reach Bahamut. Since Diyem's revalatory summary, she'd listened, processed, considered. It was hard to know what to do for someone when you'd never seen them respond positively to anything. "This is a good world, y'know," she ventured, carefully. "If...

Brisa grit her teeth and gave a low whistle. If her gut was right, and it tended to be, Nutmeg would be just about able to land a one-two knockout on her, even with her defensive training of late. Goddamn. She thought fast, her brain rifling through tactical options until it found one that...

"Holy shit."

Brisa winced, and looked to Diyem in hopes of being wrong.

Brisa's proprioception lurched as she came back to herself only to hear Nero's bizarre conjecture confirmed as truth. Bahamut was, what, then? A soul conjured to inhabit the memories of a doomed and grieving tyrant? A construct, with no past and nowhere to return to? ...a mote in creation whose...

Brisa's face contorted in dismay at his bluntness. But whatever, Diyem had handled her soul plenty enough already, right? "Sure, Chief." She closed her eyes, and tried to go mentally limp.

Brisa frowned, tail lashing unhappily. This was a disturbing concept, but she knew better than to dismiss it as pure fantasy. Even so, could the fella be made to cooperate? And... Something about the language unnerved her. Bahamut's strength of feeling and distinctness of character was...

Bahamut's focus on protective measures had always made enough sense to Brisa. Regret, however sincere and conscious, for past horrors and lost loved ones, could motivate a destroyer to shield their allies, could it not...? Was being soulless really a better explanation than that? Brisa's brow...

There'd been little time to get to know Team Gyro, as Brisa had been keen to do with the members of the other Omen teams. Perhaps she'd get to know them by the purest means there were – battling – and converse afterwards. Either way, they'd both known they were in for one hell of a tough fight...

"What're y'gettin' at, exactly?" asked Brisa, tail swishing. "I mean, in terms of demeanour...? Bahamut, I'd say y'were utterly despondent back then. ...Nah, more intense even than that, to tell the truth." Brisa curled a lip with the memory of admixed disgust and pity. "Wretchedly...

Brisa gave Diyem a curt nod. I'm fine, Chief. You can depend on me. Bahamut was a strange creature to begin with, with a strange psychology. Not only that, he'd been restored to life with Maple's Radiance many months ago, and further restored by Joule's light, had he not? Perhaps Shadows could...

Brisa grimaced. "Prophecy, memory, or both. And Eternatus of Etherium's intent, fixed on this world." She swallowed, conscious of every sensation, every thought. Did Bahamut know what was happening to him? If her gut was right, the necrozma had thought of a way to save his world and take out...

Brisa eyed Bahamut with care. What was the right play, here? He'd always been resistant to being understood, and so, she did not understand him. Had he meant to stun Nero, or was his mind so broken that glimpsing it dismayed the unprepared? Could it be done safely...? "I don't reckon we are...

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Brisa's efforts to track down one of the Miracles she was familiar with hadn't borne fruit just yet. Nobody was in the training ground, to her simultaneous disappointment and relief, and nobody was on Guild premises. Or so she'd thought. As she went to exit, she overhead part of a conversation...