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Brisa's voice was barely above a whisper. "...It's Dark Matter of Telum," she breathed. ...But what did Diyem mean to do with it?

"Nope." She grit her teeth. Remembered how badly Owen's parasite had hurt her. Your eternal truth. "But it's important. An' nobody else can do it."

Luz smiled, and relaxed a little. This was progress. "Y'don't gotta have all the answers at once, fella. Y'can start with one small thing at a tiime an' work yer way forward. Bein' siblings is a good start. How'd'you like t'be called 'brother', huh?"

Brisa sighed heavily. "I don't relish the task, but I can't help but think, over an' over, that I wanna try communicatin' with my Whiplash again." It hadn't done her any favours last time, but it had spoken to her...

Brisa stopped at the lowest rank of stands, and stared fixedly on the melée. You might've warned us, Chief, she sent, but she trusted the sinister bastard, when you got right down to it. She held tight, not sure what outcome to hope for. "Show us what you've got!" she cried, to both Voices...

Brisa skipped a breath. What on earth and under sky was Diyem thinking? "C'mon," she barked at her friends in the stands. "We might be needed." She leaped from row to row, making her way down, sending to Diyem as she went. Chief, are you in yer right fuckin' mind?

Brisa's hackles rose a little automatically, and she bit back an invective-filled retort about how the parasites literally caused their hosts to frenzy against their friends and show their unmitigated worst sides. She shuddered. "Stone's a good shout. Let's try it."

"Howdy Nate, Rocky," said Brisa. "We're seein' if we can learn anythin' from these critters." She turned round to look at the new arrivals, and rubbed her chin. Those two each had their way of coming up with creative solutions to problems. Maybe they could help. "We got a bright idea deficit...

Brisa was out of her seat, leaning forward as far as possible to see. "He's pushin' her. He's tryin' t'prompt more from her, somehow..." Her tail thrashed. C'mon, Maple. Rise to it, damn you. "Don't give up, Maple!" she cried, projecting her voice as loud as she could. "You've got more in you...

"Owen has plenty of inner turmoil to trouble him," replied Brisa. "Then again, I suppose just about everyone must do. Even the shaymin could be Shadowed." She turned to Chip and cocked her head. "So, what d'you suggest, fella?"

"Well that's fuckin' disturbin'," muttered Brisa. She thought for a second, brow furrowing in consternation. "Don't suppose bein' possessed of sufficient peace an' positivity would act as a shield against 'em, by any chance?"

"Have y'tried offerin' 'em other kinds of sustenance?" asked Brisa, still staring at the creatures. "Have y'put Red in th'same space as 'em, t'see if he can commune with 'em same as 'mon? What about exposin' 'em to various elemental an' exotic energies?" Her claws tensed as she recalled the...

"Here it fuckin' comes," said Brisa, eyes wide and unblinking.

Luz blew out air in her best approximation of a low whistle. "That sure is some heavy thinkin' right there, partner." She offered a placating paw, comforting Petram by gripping his shoulder. Maybe if she spoke honestly about what resonated with her from what he'd said, she could help. "I feel...

Brisa smirked, tail flicking with excitement. "He can take more hits like that, an' he's gettin' stronger every minute. Don't count the chief out jus' yet."

Brisa shuddered, Radiance cascading off her fur. She winced at the searing pain in her skin, but at least she could put up a shield in a flash. She briefly considered volunteering for Chip's testing, remembered Starr spewing invective and raining down fire on her, and reconsidered. "Vicious...

They were strong, undeniably so, but they had limits to their strength. This fight was a rare opportunity to study the limits of Diyem's and Maple's abilities. Brisa watched enraptured, mentally composing plans for taking on either of them in this or that squadron configuration. Diyem would need...

"I wonder how they behave when they ain't saturated with Blacklight corruption," thought Brisa out loud. She walked up to the glass and watched their movements, wondering if she'd react fast enough if one made a break for her.

Brisa kept eyeing Dave, hoping her help would make a difference for him, playing out the merits of removing all alcohol from the house. It wasn't fun worrying about him, but at least it was grounding. "Howdy, Lexx," she said, quietly, wondering whether the familiar gave much of a shit about how...

"Thanks, Dad," said Brisa, her voice soaked with relief. Better drop the topic for now. He'd agreed, she'd got what she wanted. Dave usually followed through if he said he'd do something. And hey, Mia had taken her side after all. Good. Brisa still wasn't sure how to interact with her outside...