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"Sure y'are," said Brisa, with irony, but without much bite. "Better'n most of our teammates would be doin' in the same position, anyway." And that was with how bad the shit in Starr's past was, to get brought to the fore by Blacklight and the parasite... I don't give a shit about anyone but...

Ah, Starr had already heard about it, then. Good. Or whatever. "Good luck to 'em," said Brisa. She was quiet for a minute, settling herself with roasted nuts and canned ale. The feeling of gloom was still there, but she'd still rather be where she was than anywhere else. At last, she bucked...

"Yeah, I–" Shit, was Starr gonna want to hear about her recent mission? Eh, she'd hear about it soon enough, Nate was her housemate after all. "Uh, I went with a few others into Diyem's Voidlands, did what we could to rescue that corrupted mewtwo. No fightin', believe it or not. I, ah, kept...

Brisa sighed, and smiled at her friend. "Yeah, partner, I reckon we'll do better one-on-one. But I sore appreciate the offer." Yeah. It'd be fine. "C'mon, let's watch a movie or somethin'," said Brisa. "Somethin' dumb an' full of good fights." Owen seemed amenable to that, so she flicked...

Brisa smiled fondly, but with concern. Yet another person she loved looking like shit. Every mission took it out of the team in a new way, and she felt less able than ever to support them. "Help yerself," she said, hefting the tote onto the coffee table and planting herself on the other side of...

Now... They'd hung out as usual to watch movies. They'd met up for their normal drills and matches. They'd taken on and defeated spectacular opponents. But things still weren't right. Starr was still holding what had happened right up in her chest, piercing her own heart with it. Brisa had...

Before the fight in the Radiant Void... Gods, but Brisa ought to have tried one of Cibus' spas before now. How much less stressed could she have been if she'd just had a goddamn hot bath once in a while? And they had some kind of fucking berry or orb or something that made the water pleasant...

Brisa groaned, and dragged a beanbag over to Owen's living space to slump over. She'd been in such a good mood, until Cal came up, and by extension, Luz. "She's tryin' to be what y'always wanted to be. Unaffected by things. But that's not somethin' a person can be. You dyin' affected her. Of...

Brisa nodded, and put her badge away, but she still didn't want to turn and face Sombra. "You ever figure out how come Wishkeeper is audible now?" she asked. "We don't know how Luz felt when we left," said Sombra, ignoring the distraction. "We don't know how it affected her." "Can't have been...

Brisa sucked air through her teeth. "Wind an' weather, pal. I know. I know." "So do somethin' about it." Brisa backed out of payment confirmation on her badge to quickly add some artisan lager and another dessert, and then hit the 'Make God Pay For It' option, claws tapping erratically on the...

"She seems happy," said Brisa. "We're more attuned in combat than ever before, an' she's always excited fer Colo matches. Which is good, 'cause I don't know how I'd fare without her in the stands to lend me her aura augmentation or whatever it is. She's been hangin' out with other shades a lot...

"Fans, huh?" said Brisa, grinning. "Yeah, I'm aware we got those. Don't tend to run into 'em much what with keepin' as busy as I do. Might take a trip outta DV just to see that fer myself." She scratched behind her head. "I don't think I've been too much in the loop with Luz fer a while now..."...

"It's good advice, and payin' off," she agreed. "You'll have seen how not burnin' out so much is workin' wonders fer me in the Colo, fer instance." She let herself daydream for a moment about a Colosseum career lasting years, long after all this was over... "What about yerself? You takin' it...

Brisa offered a dry smile, but it wasn't a heavy one. "I always worry about ya, but I always worry about everyone," she told him. "Probably less about you than most, seein' as you handle yerself better'n the average posse fighter. As fer how thing's've been goin'..." Well, there was always...

"Sure." Brisa didn't go in for training weights much, but she likened it to carrying a heavy pack on a trip and returning with it lighter. "Well, I'm glad of it," she remarked. "It's good t'see you in a happier state. And it's good yer safe." Her chest twinged at that. One of the drawbacks of...

Brisa flicked her badge from her neckerchief to the air in front of her and tapped out an order, getting herself the same skewers at a smaller portion. Owen had good taste. Honey-spice, mmm... "I take it you're in good spirits yerself, with that fuckin' thing outta ya?" she asked, as she added...

She grinned, only a little sheepishly. Owen could probably tell better than anyone, huh? Well, that was alright. "Yep," she replied, strolling to the kitchenette. "Y'want anythin', partner? Thinkin' of orderin' takeout, though." Goddamn, but if takeout wasn't one of the best things about this...

Brisa headed home in an easy lope, her breaths less strained, her shoulders less stiff, her jaw less tense. She felt rested, and yet all she wanted to do was laze around, savour the feeling, and appreciate some company. She had work to do, but it could wait. She entered her home – and it really...

Relief that it was over, concern about where this would leave Diyem and Maple, curiosity about what would be said... ...and disappointment that the fight wouldn't be properly concluded. Everyone could see Diyem had won this one, goddamnit. They should have a rematch. When would a good time...

Brisa nodded firmly, satisfied that she'd done what she could. "Appreciate the apt suggestions, Nate," she drawled. "And, ah, nice one usin' Radiance fer th'first time. Good to see." She turned to head out, feeling mostly like she needed rest, and maybe a shower. The sludge coming off the...