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Whiplash was mostly unilateral. It conveyed Brisa's feelings, Brisa's thoughts, to her target. But there was always a little backwash in there too... An insight into the heart she was opening herself to. And right now that strange intuition told her that Astrid was, more than anything, scared...

Brisa had been ready to try, desperately, to speak on Astrid's pain, on her strength, on her belonging. Then, that question. Other thoughts fell, with the snow, into blankness. ...So, Astrid had heard her. And perhaps having heard it had been a reason, in part, for all this. Or at least it had...

Brisa swallowed hard. So this was about the dying. One way or another. "This is no way t'spend yer days, temporary circumstance or not," she said, feeling like she was treading on ice, both figurative and actual. "We don't know how much time we got left, and we oughtn’t to waste it. And...

Brisa sucked cold air through her teeth. She knew Astrid had become reclusive to the team in general, but this...? "Yer havin' memory problems?" she asked, the anger vanished from her voice. "Or like . . . hallucinations? What kinda shit d'you mean?" Astrid didn't seem all there as she stared...

Brisa followed Astrid's gaze. The training was working, evidently. "Well you're sure makin' a success of yer self-detonin' stratagem," she drawled. "What I don't understand is why y'got such a need to escape. Before th'fight with Joule, I thought things were pretty damn good. Was lookin'...

"I'm as far out as it takes t'find you," replied Brisa. She took a steadying breath. She didn't have much idea what was even going through Astrid's mind right now. Not after this long. She didn't know what the ninetales needed. What she wanted. What she herself wanted, for that matter. "I...

The crackling fizz and surging light of Radiance was Brisa's next trail to follow. Flashes like that could only be from a potent user of Radiance, and who would be training alone out here but Astrid? Brisa passed by one wound in the earth and then another, wincing as she imagined the kind of...

"Ms. Ninetales Cucumber? I'm afraid she's already been discharged. Against medical advice, but we're used to that from her." "Yeah. Same here. Thank ye kindly, ma'am. Any idea where she went?" "Well, not as such, but she only left moments ago. I'm sure if you contacted her on her badge, she...

She'd have to talk to Pine properly one of these days. She'd been meaning to for awhile. Always too many things to do... And she'd just been planning on taking Owen to the bunker to give him some breathing room. Although he did look like he was enjoying that cake. "If y'got lessons, I would be...

After a short, restless nap, a cold drink, and an angry, bewildered scroll through a group comms backlog in which her teammates bickered about Vix fucking dying, again, Brisa clawed at her cheek fur and tapped out a text to Starr. Yeah, she needed a break, and a friend to be with who was fucking...

Brisa's tail perked up at that. Echo seemed like the kind of upbeat critter who'd be delightful in amy company, but still. The shade had, for a moment, let her feel like maybe she deserved a break from all the shit, too. Bless him. She was glad Koa had a companion like that. Funny thing. He's a...

Brisa, a trainer? ...Well, it wasn't like she hadn't spent half her working hours on Cibus giving combat tuition, pep talks, building people up... Weird that she always thought of herself as a pokémon and here was Echo, adapting within seconds to the idea that she was just as human as she was...

No wonder Koa responded so well to praise. The poor kid had some high fucking bar of some kind set for him back home, or that he'd set for himself. Something to do with that legendary fixation of his, no doubt. The question was, did Koa have something to live up to, or something to do better...

Brisa's mouth skewed in consternation. "What about before? Was he so troubled afore comin' t'Cibus?"

Brisa chuckled at the contact and the optimistic encouragement. Koa was a lucky kid to have a teammate like this back home. "I'm tryin' to let myself be happy," she replied, voice low. "I appreciate the kind words, partner. Sounds like maybe this ain't th'first tiime you've had t'say this sorta...

Brisa nodded along with what Echo was saying. Gods, she was tired, but the crobat was so earnest. "I guess so. Bein' crazy-strong since I were a kid and not fittin' in too well made life kinda complicated fer me back in my own world. Here, I got opportunity aplenty to use my strength fer good...

Luz nodded, grinning. "I like the sound of her too. I just hope everythin' works out alright, y'know?" She tapped her claws on her chin, making tiny little dull sounds, of firmed-up ectoplasm, and not keratin. "I figure I'll change too, over time. That's what livin' even is, maybe. But hey. I'm...

"No idea what I'd be like without the inborn 'legacy'," mused Luz. "I like t'think I chose it while I was gestatin'. But who knows? You're probably right in that shades with some kinda aspiration or predetermined traits'd have an easier time just havin' an identity. And now this eternatus...

Someone who was both a special friend and could make you so much stronger. Brisa had someone like that already. Someone human, even. What would it be like t'be that way with her, huh? "Yeah, Mew Sword and Lucario Shield. They're a real pair, those two. Without his advice, I'd've trounced the...

"Yeah. Means the things I care about bein' are the things that Luz Escarpa was said to be. Strong, brave, bold, fightin' fer what's right. And entirely charmin', of course~" She flashed her widest, brightest smile at Soul. She'd be lying if she pretended not to get a kick out of being liked...