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"Not in so many words, but I figure she was goddamn young, yeah. Seventeen when Diyem called her, recruited some years before . . . naturally she was a kid at the time." Dave could just be remarking on something he found disturbing or pushing this 'Starr had no choice' angle or something else...

"You'd be right," said Brisa, nodding slowly. "I've been tellin' her as much since we were trapped in that fuckin' pit t'gether fer a couple days an' nights." She put a paw to one of the sore spots on her other foreleg and winced. It had been a hell of a beating. Worth it, to get Starr through...

"T'this an' that degree, yeah." Brisa finished the coffee, put a couple drops of lum and persim tincture in it for the hangover, and brought it over to Dave with a frown. "Drink up. And maybe go easy on that shitty beer. Ain't right, havin' you stumble about lookin' three steps from keelin'...

"Mm? Yeah." Brisa looked up again, wondered if Dave ought to have someone take him to get fucking medical attention, by thunder. Or at least a coffee and a painkiller. Yeah. Brisa got up and went to sort that out for the mightyena, talking from the kitchenette as she did. "Yeah, she's...

Brisa looked up from her spread of notes on the coffee table in the living area and assessed Dave. He looked like shit, he looked drunk, he looked depressed. Pretty normal for him, lately. Wind and weather... "Y'need a paw?" she asked, naked concern bleeding into her voice. Hopefully he'd do...

Cryptic as always, Bahamut. You have a swell day.

That's what we have telepathic sendin' fer.

[Brisket > Team Spectrum]: something we ought to know about, bahamut? [Zest > Team Spectrum]: inb4 the answer is no 😼

From the stands, Brisa watched the match with some friends, a huge grin plastered all over her face. Beside her were Koa, both of their familiars, and Astrid and Starr of course. Perfect. She stole some of Starr's popcorn with a chuckle. What better way to spend an afternoon, besides being in a...

Luz watched, both fascinated in her traditional way by anything new and alarming, but also with that tugging, sickening feeling in her core when you're helpless to help someone, you so-called 'hero'. Well, there was no sense in not trying. "Petram, darlin'," she said, bending to one knee and...

Luz flashed a v-sign back with a grin. "Sure, pal. Let's have one!" If he didn't want to talk about his troubles to her, that was fine. He might change his mind later, and that was fine too. "I reckon all us shades have had an identity crisis to contend with by now," she mused. "But mine has...

Luz held in a squeak of delight at how gosh-darn cute Soul was. Oh, oh, oh bless, oh how sweet, her heart—! "Uh, it's good to seeya," she said, beaming, and sneaking a little stroke of her friend's head. She turned to the other fox-shade. "So, Petram. Got troubles on yer mind?"

Luz's ears perked and she looked away from the storefront where she'd been window shopping, and gave her fellow shades a smile and a wave. "Hey, howdy Soul! And Petram! Didn't see y'all there. Don't sweat yer appearance, there's plenty of 'mon as have a more fearful appearance than that, and...

Not a knockout. Not quite. But more than Zekrom could handle. That... That was enough. They'd done it. Brisa got to her feet, and on impulse, bowed. First to Zekrom, a worthy opponent. Then to the crowds on either side, cheering wildly. Then to her friends, her teammates, her partners in...

Luz smiled, and slid the cocktail pitcher across to Puddle. "Knock yerself out. I'll order some more." She closed her eyes, and took a long, fake breath. Puddle had got her dead to rights, there. She had been about to contend with checking on everyone in the team. It helped to be reminded that...

This was it; now or never! Brisa looked Zekrom in the eye and grinned back, feeling no doubt in her mind that no, this wouldn't last much longer. They'd prepared themselves, kept up the fight until the critical moment, gotten as strong as they'd ever been. They were working together perfectly...

"Nah," said Luz, smirking a bit. "I can handle it, no problem. But I oughta spend my time with my other friends like yer good self, too." She downed the rest of her cocktail with pleasure, and fantasised for a moment that she got anything out of the alcohol besides taste. "Sure am glad...

Luz scratched behind her head and laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess so. She sure is tryin' to make the most of the time she has with those folks as she really cares about, though I don't think looks come into it much. I think Brisa generally likes gals who're . . . strong, brave, and kind. I...

"Hint taken, Chief. Keep doin' what yer doin'." Brisa paced out, with a curious glance at the silent human-charizard. He gave her weirdest vibes. Not bad, exactly. Just . . . confused. Well, she had enough to be getting on with already. "Be seein' y'all."

"Got a new body now," said Brisa, gesturing at the core she'd just handed to Diyem. "We'll see what comes of it."