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Luz visits Flesh regularly just to keep him company. She introduces Brisa to him. Brisa is having trouble feeling comfortable around some of the team after the battle at the Tree of Life and is taking out her frustrations in the Colosseum. The crowds still like her.

Logging 4 hours combined total writing/drawing for the week. +9 HP, +118 Stm, +111 Atk.

"You're on, then," said Brisa, smiling warmly. "It's a date." This was good. Good for her, and good for her friend. Come time for the battle, win or lose, Brisa was rooting for Vix to find her courage. <><><><><>

She hadn't brushed off her death . . . right? She'd played it down, sure, 'cause people would freak out. And she tried not to think about it. That was only natural. She'd fucking died, you didn't just... That wasn't important. Not right now. "I surely appreciate that, Vix," said Brisa...

"Y'gotta know what yer problem is afore y'can do somethin' about it," replied Brisa, coming to sit next to Vix. _"It makes sense that you'd be scared. But it's time t'find yer courage and face whatever this is. And whatever it is, I promise, I'll stick with ya."

Brisa held the restrained whiplash in place, shedding Vix's shadow at the rate it built up. There'd be no shadowing on her watch. "Have ya asked Diyem why y'ain't the way ya expect t'be? Maybe that's yer next step, once you've taken a goddamn break. Ask fer help. You'll get it, if ya only ask."

Still connected by the whiplash tethers, Vix would feel Brisa's emotions rock and sway, from sympathy, to confusion, to mixed sorrow and embarrassment. "I ain't all that," murmured Brisa. "But it's a fine thing t'hear ya say so." She drew closer to Vix, still burning the shadows away with...

The tethers held, sparking where they met Vix's shadow, doing no serious damage, though she might wince at the burn. "Yeah," said Brisa. "Fer sure. Ain't you always wanted to be a hero? T'be strong, and fer folks to admire and respect that strength, 'cause you use it t'protect others? And...

Brisa was used to the idea that her own power was what gave her value. Vix, though...? Brisa had never wanted Vix's companionship for the sake of strength. If anything, it was that earnest appreciation of strength other than her own that made Vix good company. 'Actual' friends? What even was...

"It ain't gonna happen again!" insisted Brisa. "Get ahold of yerself, Vix. Isolation from anyone as cares about ya ain't no way to be!" She cast her gaze about, wondering if there was anyone who could come to her aid in time. Luz, maybe? I need you. ...No response. Fuck. "Vix, I need ya...

Vix was wrong, she was fucking wrong, damnit, this was just some shadowing bullshit. Her insecurities fucking with her good sense and reason. But it'd be an uphill struggle, persuading a badly shadowed Spectrum fighter to feel some other way. Fight or flight kicked in. Brisa chose to fight...

Well, there was the time her father ripped a memory out of her head when he came between her and her only friend, someone she could've loved. That same friend, who never had the guts to so much as write a letter afterwards. Her mother had left her to make her way in life alone before she was...

Brisa sighed. No agreeing to disagree, then? Okay. "It ain't like that. I got no experience of seein' zoroark any kinda way, they ain't around my part of my world fer anyone t'be suspicious of 'em. Hell, I gave him the benefit of the doubt fer exactly that reason long after I woulda gone to...

Not a great start. "I don't much like leavin' things other'n right between us," she said, tail drooping even as her shoulders held stiff. "I know we weren't seein' eye to eye in there, but I believe you got good intentions, and I sorely hope you see th'same is true of me."

Brisa hauled Astrid back to her permanent residence in the infirmary and prowled out of the guild. She wandered a little, lost in her own head, until she found Destiny Tower. Vix was there, haunting the brickwork, apparently. Perhaps it was an opportunity to talk. Vix was her friend after all...

I've been callin' y'all my siblings this whole time anyhow!

"I reckon I'm about done here," muttered Luz to herself, as she took herself away. Being a person just got more complicated by the day, apparently.

Brisa didn't raise me. All my memories of bein' a kid are of bein' Jesse's and Sierra's kid. If who I am is stuff from Brisa's head, then we're more like sisters than anythin' else. Plus the mechanics of it ain't got nothin' t'do with biological parenthood, like Dave says. All seems daft t'me...

Brisa bounded over to Sword and Shield, her paws light on the ground. "Y'can't say y'didn't have it comin', darlin'," she drawled. "Thanks fer a fantastic fuckin' match." She listened to Sword describe her new relationship with corruption and drew a sharp breath . . . followed by a long...

"I don't think so," panted Brisa, smirking. Bless Sword's heart, but there was nothing like bringing a finishing blow down on a premature sore winner. "Really, partner? C'mon now." Fighting like this... Brisa lived for it. Fighting with a worthy foe, someone she cared about, growing to...