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"Surprise ya, huh?" Brisa felt a shiver in her shoulders, and began charging her fur with electrostatic energy, the better to strike hard, and to resist ranged attacks. She deftly and dutifully sidestepped falling branches as if they were real attacks, allowing smaller projectiles to vaporise...

Brisa's barriers faded before Mergo struck, but at least the time allowed her to recover some of her fortitude after the solo Paragon surge. He sent a clod of earth at her – some kind of grass or ground magic technique? or plain telekinesis? – and she dutifully dodged it as if it were a real...

Fascinating. This one understood that fighting could be communication, like so few 'mon seemed to. His stance, his claim to fight continuously, these things spoke of unconventionality. He'd been a gallade for a moment when he'd arrived. The power of the Blacklight – had it given him an...

Brisa chuckled. "Y'had it right the first time, fella. An' yer explanation tracks with yer demeanor. But y'ain't wrong that I've always got eyes fer a combat demonstration. Fightin' is my partic'lar interest, after all." Her pupils dilated as she took in as much of his stance and movements as...

Brisa shook her head lightly, and smiled. "I hear ya," she assured him. "There would be, huh? Yer perceptions're apt enough, partner. Aria an' I already hit it off, and, ah, hit each other a fair bit." And hit on each other, but she wouldn't mention that. "Best sparrin' match I've had fer a...

Brisa considered this, mirroring Mergo's stoicism. The fella seemed touched by a melancholy mood, and she didn't intend to make light repartee. "Depends what y'consider a life to be," she replied. "I have a friend who's lived a number of lives without continuity of memory. And I've met folks as...

"Planet not quite how y'remember it?" Brisa kept some distance between herself and the gardevoir as she approached. He'd presented a stoic persona when his team had arrived, and she didn't want to intrude too closely on his apparent melancholy if company was unwelcome. But if she were him...

The Park had rotted through for a time after the waters rose. Brisa had limped out against medical advice, to find somewhere peaceful, somewhere open and natural and beautiful. She'd found mud, struggling plantlife, a handful of volunteer ecologists doing their best to mitigate the disaster, one...

Brisa chuckling, scoffing gently. "Yeah, that makes two of us. Well, if'n y'change yer mind, lemme know. I bet it'd be fun." She waved over some more drinks for them both and settled in for a pleasant, playful evening. Aria was excellent company, and the longer Brisa spent time with her, the...

Brisa spent most of her recovery time reading or having low key chats with various Spectrum members. Luz would ferry her to her friends' places to hang out, and she did her best to take a genuine break from Spectrum business. In some ways, she was better than ever – back to being close with...

"Couldn't say, darlin'. I think I'm catchin' on quick fer a gal with no experience t'speak of herself. Who's t'say yer aptitude ain't all just from those flirtin' competitions you mentioned?" Brisa had meant it as a bit of ribbing, but it made a certain kind of sense now that she said it out...

"I don't expect I'd mind at all," drawled Brisa, her ears heating up again. Mostly because Aria's immediate retreat at the thought she might be taking advantage of Brisa was . . . intensely reassuring. Even if it was a little condescending. Brisa wondered if the lucario was right about being...

Brisa chuckled. Oh, there was a reaction there. Mm. Neat. Her ears were still warm, but she was very much at her ease. "It weren't among the reasons I offered t'give you a 'lash, but I was alright with it. I knew it might happen. An' I didn't drop the connection when I realised it was...

Brisa kept her smile, albeit one a little drier than before. "That's too bad. Maybe y'can lead me on when I'm sober," she joked. "It's been fun. Ain't had nobody pursue me before." She left her paw out in the open for a moment, and flexed her digits absentmindedly. "I don't mind this...

Brisa's eyes widened at that. Oh, fuck. Okay. She forgot how words worked for a second. Fortunately (or unfortunately, perhaps), the whiskey spoke for her. "Oh, d'you find me compellin' enough fer that, Aria?" she asked, conscious of the complexity in the lucario's feelings, and the...

Brisa had to stifle a purr of her own. "Here goes..." Aria's paw connected with hers, and golden threads lightly wrapped around it. Nothing she couldn't snap just by pulling away. She could feel safe. The rush of feeling was, as usual, mostly unilateral. Contentedness, excitement, the...

Brisa smiled, both warmly and wearily. She could imagine, based on the kind of shit she'd seen happen to the posse. And herself. She extended a forelimb and turned her palm upward, exposing her beans carpal pads. They glowed a dim gold. "Of course. Just hold my paw fer as long as y'fancy, an'...

Brisa frowned. "Well, as much as that surely comes with some advantages, it seems a shame that y'gotta miss out on the other effects." Her tail flicked from side to side, and she narrowed her eyes in thought. "Tell ya what... How 'bout I let ya ride my own buzz fer a spell? My whiplash...

"Why, thank you~" For all that Brisa had success in the Colosseum and praise from her compatriots for her strength, actually being flirted with for it was deeply, unexpectedly thrilling. She grinned, her eartips so hot by now she couldn't twitch them without hearing her own pulse. "I ain't...

Brisa flushed harder still, but she rolled her eyes at the sheer cheek of the question. "Aw, please. I got more'n one type, an' I ain't no pushover m'self, as you well know." But she couldn't keep a delighted smirk off her face as she drummed her claws against her bottle. "But yeah, I'll...