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"Aw, fuckin' shucks," chuckled Brisa, waving Aria's tease away with a paw. "Yer no less adorable'n I am, darlin'." It didn't escape her notice that Aria had hinted that drinking kept her sane, but... Well. Not really the time and place to harp on about self-medication with drink, and it'd be...

Brisa scoffed, looked away, but couldn't help smling. "Ain't it somethin' that comes about through bonds with others? I'll bet money that'll be down t'yer fella, then." She smirked in a contented sort of way, feeling entirely, pleasantly warm.

Brisa chuckled lightly. "Sounds like our experiences with our teammates weren't so different in some ways. We had roommates at odds, conciliatory picnics, Owen droppin' all sortsa embarrassin' sentences, an' all that." Her ears burned a little from the whiskey and the comment about Starr. Ah...

Brisa thought of Starr, who'd needed a new world, many months, and to hear things only Brisa could tell her, going back to where she'd been. The way she'd been. Consumed by guilt and shame, without someone telling her that she was brave, and good, and loved. "I've done everythin' I can," she...

Brisa nodded, whiskers twitching in thought. "Yeah. I used t'feel very, very alone. Knowin' the multiverse is a surprisin'ly small place is a kinda comfort. As fer whether I'll forget... It's hard t'be sure. Supposedly it's down t'yer 'hero's aura' an' whether yer world has more in store fer ya...

Brisa made a face between grin and grimace. "Yer a gal after my own heart. I damn near worked myself half t'death towards the middle of our mission here, tryin' t'cover everythin' alone. Back in my own world, I scarce give myself any pleasures 'cause I'm always lookin' out fer disasters to...

Brisa pawed at her chin a little. "Well, I only know how local folks took it with respect to my pa an' myself. Which is t'say, he was lauded fer his efforts to save the world, but never taken in like one of their own. His surname is still 'Stranger', even after spendin' twenty-five years...

"Sure. I guess I get that. Fer me, fightin' was never a challenge 'gainst anyone 'sides my parents, so Cibus was a dream come true, bein' able to go all-out versus real opponents. I guess in yer position, as an Omen Hero, retirin' from all that must sound appealin' after a while." She chuckled...

Brisa offered Aria a sympathetic, rueful smile. "Can y'believe I know exactly what y'mean? I'll just go ahead an' guess that one of yer parents were a former human. That's the usual explanation fer our predicament, it seems." Her smile widened as Aria's face betrayed the accuracy of Brisa's...

Brisa grinned, not minding the vanishingly rare feeling that any advances would be welcome, even if they went nowhere. "I'll do my best," she said, with a chuckle, "when the opportunity presents." She sipped at her drink, letting herself forget her present troubles for a while. This could be...

Brisa chuckled at Aria's contrariness and decided to try out being a tease herself. And indulge the poor gal, who wasn't asking to get shot down. "First time fer everythin'. You sure y'couldn't be a 'one guy, one gal' kinda gal?" she asked, and winked at Aria.

Brisa ordered two bottles of the whiskey. She'd want some herself after getting through her ale, and she had a feeling Aria could handle it. Brisa certainly could. She took a long draught and set to answering the lucario. "Back when the posse was stationed at Marowak Dojo, we had a couple...

Brisa couldn't help but maintain a crooked grin as Aria displayed the sort of indifference to her own injuries that seemed common to those Brisa got along with best. Perhaps she should introduce Aria to some of them. In a way, wasn't she already a friend of Owen? Maybe, maybe not. Brisa slouched...

Aria's eyes told Brisa enough, before she shut them. The residual connection she'd made with her Radiance still held, just enough to know that there'd be no punches pulled from Aria, sparring match or not. Good. The Extremespeed salvo obliterated Brisa's barriers, Aria moving faster than ever...

Brisa grunted with effort as the blow hit her harder than expected. Shadows clawed at her worse than any attack so far. But still...! So that was what it felt like when she walloped folks with a Shadow Facade, huh? Well, two could play at that game. "Suits me just fine," she growled, feeling...

So're you, thought Brisa, her sharp eyes tracking Aria's path and openings even as she sped past the point where her body remained visible. The golden Paragon shield took the first hit, and Brisa took the rest with gritted teeth sparking off, the Blacklight plasma taking the edge off the hurt...

That was more fucking like it. Brisa grunted as the impact made her head ring, and her adrenaline spike, and the pulse of emotion washing back along the whiplash tethers thrum with fighting spirit, so different than the fearful restraint she'd first sensed coming back off Aria. "Good!" she...

Brisa took the punch with hardly a flinch. Her lip pulled back in a feline scowl. "No fuckin' way is that close t'yer best," she growled. Brisa struck out again, wondering why Aria would hold back so much, even as she took a drubbing. Brisa's paws lit up with plasma, and she followed up with...

Brisa chuckled. This was what it was all about. Fighting for fun. To get to know someone! But her read on Aria didn't match her expectations at all. Aria was confident, a little cocky with her banter, but holding back far more than she ought to be, and Brisa didn't get why. "C'mon, Aria," she...