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"Everythin'!" cried Brisa, leaping backward and ducking Fugu's slashes. "The thrill, the exertion, even the pain! Doin' what I'm goddamn good at! Seein' who my opponents really are!" Brisa called out to Fugu! She grit her teeth and took the first opening she found, lightning kissing her teeth...

Brisa has sent word around Team Spectrum that Cream is looking to interview members for an anthology on the 'Dark Warriors'. Brisa has been texting Cream – a little, better not come on too strong – and offered to meet at a cafe any time if she wants to talk more. Brisa has sent word around...

"I'd more'n expect ya t'be strong," replied Brisa, taking up a combat stance, heart thumping in anticipation of facing off against a new opponent. "If that's how y'feel about fightin', it's the least I'd hope fer!" Pokemon can only speak properly as themselves in a fight. It is a language that...

"What typical method of therapy is that, ma'am?" asked Brisa, raising her gaze to those blunted scalchops, and then to Fugu's eyes. "I wanna kick her ass," said Sombra, off-handedly.

"She's just bein' negative," said Brisa, automatically. "I did alright." Sombra growled. "We felt what we felt. Does it matter if it's negative? We were fuckin' unhappy!" "Yeah, so what?" snapped Brisa, turning a snarl on Sombra. "We should've appreciated what we had!" She clamped down on the...

"We didn't get to be happy." "I used to spar all the time. I was damn good at it, always excited to get stronger. Liked to explore, too. Lotta wanderlust. And I guess I've always been a bit of a reader. Ain't much literature in a frontier settlement like ours, but I dogeared a lotta books as a...

Fugu's observations seemed fair enough. Brisa wouldn't have played up her reputation so much, and there were other explanations for a good work ethic, but... Sure. "Yeah," she replied. "My parents were a ranger team. Same thing, more or less. Been goin' on missions since I was a kid, near...

"She does everythin' I do, I guess," said Brisa. She's with me all the time. She' the part of me I don't pay mind to. The part that's . . . tired." Sombra padded softly along beside her, and shook her head sadly. They came to sit side by side in front of Fugu's desk, watching. "I work pretty...

A dozen response cascaded in Brisa's brain, unsaid. Sombra had no such issues getting her thoughts out. "I wanna be in less pain. Don't much care how it happens." "She just wants a break," said Brisa. She bit her cheek at the realisation that she meant it, too.

"It's about fuckin' time we talked t'someone about our fuckin' wounds with a view t'healin' 'em." Brisa eyed the Shadow. Exasperation, despair, fatigue. Was that really her? "She's happier t'be here than I am," was all she said.

Brisa's tail thrashed. "Better'n ever." She reached for that space in her head she was becoming familiar with, and pushed. I don't get to be happy. The sigh like autumn leaves in the wind. The hot, dry feeling. The chains of light. Her Shadow, come to life. "She can't perceive me, you know,"...

"I suppose. If the whole team is gettin' looked at." Brisa took the implicit invitation, and followed Fugu out. Why's this such a big deal, anyway? It ain't like there's even a head-doctor in Frontier Town fer you to have had reservations about, what even is this? "Reckon I'm doin' just fine...

"Well, I'll pass the word around. If it comes from me, most of the team ought to at least pay it mind. Thank y'all kindly f'yer assitance in this, it'll be one hell of a relief when we can rule out however many folks as bein' unwittin' spies." Brisa eyed Fugu. What was goin' on in her head...

Brisa's whiskers twitched. "Y'reckon the lot of us ought t'get checked out? To a 'mon?" 'Specially you.

"I'll do what I can to make sure it happens," growled Brisa. "It's pretty fuckin' important if'n ya ask me." Diyem thinks y'should be in therapy. Owen thinks it. Doubtless other folks too. You're here. You're here. "While I'm here..." Y'ain't right. Y'need help. "Ah, is there anythin' at all...

"No kiddin'," said Brisa. "Right, is there any reason we can't have the whole of Team Spectrum, God Squad, an' any significant members of Poppin' Arms through this process in an orderly fashion?" She found herself running her paw over her skull. Now that was an old habit she hadn't expected to...

A mon's memories are their own. What happened to me, what I've experienced . . . it belongs to me. Brisa fixed her gaze on Bean, studying his form, reading his expression. She'd accepted just by coming here that the Psychics would look inside her head. Did he know why that mattered? Did Fugu...

Good. Brisa got what she hoped for. What a relief. "Get it over with," she growled.

"At least we have that lucky precedent to go off if ever anyone is framed again," mused Brisa. "But it's sore worryin' to think it could happen to anyone. If we can't unblock the seals, an' folks act and think the same as they always have when they're compromised, all we can hope to do is check...

"Well that ain't encouragin' to hear, but it's better'n not knowin'. Is there anythin' we can do to retrieve those memories? As fer S'more, I'm frankly inclined to treat the poor fella as himself, whatever the state of his soul. Question is if we can protect him from bein' used any further."