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The way Zekrom spoke... It was both structured, and considerate. Kindness and intelligence taken together sure were a pleasant panacea for an unsteady heart. This was promising. "More or less. Information security at the state level ain't much concern where I'm from, but it still matters fer...

Brisa settled into her seated position and reminded herself that she wasn't on trial. She could see herself making small talk or asking Zekrom about herself for a while. She could see herself failing to adress the issue, or letting Owen do it for her. She'd feel like shit if it came to that...

Brisa swallowed hard and tried not to think too hard about the revelation as it came. Best not to be startled and have that, in turn, throw Owen off. She'd do her best to be smart about this, if she could. She'd have to come up with a plan for addressing this latest problem, though. If Owen was...

Brisa raised a brow. "Tangent's interestin' an' all, Owen, but what's yer agenda here? You've lead me t'her place, evidently. You reckon I'll get somethin' outta droppin' by outta the blue?" Obviously Wishkeeper – Owen, filtered differently – had somethin' in mind about dates, but she wanted to...

"Dragon of Ideals, right?" said Brisa, wondering why Wishkeeper was audible when he wasn't inhabiting Owen's body. "I know she heads the ethics committee, or somethin' of that nature. I might've been in her presence a time or two, but I don't recall interactin' with her all that much." Hmm...

Brisa sighed. That was true. "I like Pop," she admitted. "Fella tries hard t'be right fer his world. He's got humility. Don't much like that Soda was prepared to assume the worst of him after how he handled the Joule crisis." She wondered what the arceus of her world was like. She had a...

"Yeah." Brisa chewed the thought in her head a second before continuing. "That's pretty much how I saw it at the time. We had to do things exactly the way he intended, 'cause the consequence of fuckin' it up woulda been unacceptable. Shitty position t'be in." She glanced up at Owen. "Wouldn't...

"Keepin' busy," affirmed Brisa. "I'm lucky in that Luz seems to be lettin' it roll off her back. Could be worse." She clenched her jaw. She hadn't even been thinking about the egg thing. Too many things to worry about... "I've been tryin' to work off my feelings about this Soda drama. Folks in...

Patrolling the length and breadth of Destiny Village didn't achieve much in the way of productive outcomes, but it made Brisa feel good, and useful, and less fucking restless, so she kept it up. She gave brusque nods to a 'mon or two who recognised her, but she didn't come to a stop until she...

Well, that worked like fucking magic, didn't it? Brisa grinned, the tension flooding out of her like lightning meeting ground. "You got it, partner. Let's dust 'em!" <><><><><>

Luz has more'n a couple legendary 'mon t'look up to...

Oh, goodness. Cynthian really was the most melancholy gal. How to resolve this? Brisa looked off into the distance at the rest of the city. She'd gotten used to some of its peculiarities. Sometimes it seemed like you could find a solution to anything if you looked round enough corners...

Brisa closed her eyes and sighed. What had she expected, really? "Cynthian, y'can think what y'like of my decision. And Koa's, and Dave's. Just... Remember I had the best interests of the team in mind. Whatever it is that's been eatin' ya... Is it that old tangle about pullin' yer weight in the...

Brisa gawked. "How in the blazes d'you think I coulda told the team about lure or about Soda bein' the Haze little by little with scarcely a day t'go before the mission?" Well, this wasn't working out. Naive optimism coming up against pragmatism was usually an unpleasant mix. She shook her head...

Brisa blew a sharp breath out of her nose. Sky and stars. Fine. "If nothin' I can say will make a difference, why even try?" She tilted her head and got to her feet. Everything still ached. "Maybe y'can say somethin' that makes a difference t'me, then. If I'd have spilled that information to...

"Ain't even the first time secrecy and need-to-know has mattered," muttered Brisa. She sighed. Okay, why not let Cynthian hear her out? Brisa looked Cynthian in the eye. "It's like this," she said. "We were in a position where Soda was assurin' us that Maple was corrupted due t'go berserk if'n...

Brisa shook her head. "It mattered enough t'ya t'come find me. So it matters. Spit it out, gal."

Brisa nodded vigorously, took the can with some care, and downed it in a continuous draught. "Thanks," she said, gasping. "Needed that." She caught her breath again, then tilted her head at Cynthian. "Were you, ah, lookin' fer me, partner?"

Brisa loped along her usual parkside route at a brisker pace than normal. Normal training no longer did enough to burn off her energy. Hell, even Colosseum matches weren't pushing her hard enough. She kept going, living more in her head than in her surroundings. She knew how to carry out a...

Gods fuckin' damnit will y'all cut it out? Use yer fuckin' badges so's I can concentrate. Telepathy ain't fer this shit.