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Brisa put a paw on Puff's shoulder. "Hubris ain't an attractive quality, partner," she drawled. Then she took a breath, and raised shields. Come an' get me, you bastard. Brisa gave an answer! Brisa used Protect +5! Brisa conserved stamina...

Brisa yowled internally at the sheer frustration. She needed something to push through and land the finishing blow despite all this fella's bullshit. Something that wouldn't send her careening into an explosion of light or a frenzy of shadow. Maybe she had it... Astrid's move. She'd never used...

Uninhibited. Exposed. The Blacklight coursing through her. Compelled to answer. "The colour of warm firelight, like y'get round a campfire at night, watchin' distant clouds at sunset, or from a friend's own flames—" Brisa gave an answer! She shook herself in frustration, and tried to shake...

Brisa took a ready stance. "Don't think I'd underestimate you, partner! I'm takin' this match real serious!" Puff looked like he had a sharp eye and quick paws. Just like her. Time to see if his capabilities were a match for her own. And if he'd done his research... And if he had, perhaps he'd...

Brisa stretched out and cracked her neck and shoulders before walking out onto the field. For some reason, this battle felt like such a big deal, even though by rights it oughtn't to be. Cinderace Puff, the reporter. She barely knew the guy, save by reputation. Yet she really, really wanted to...

"Sure." Brisa eyed the tailflame again, but there was no corresponding flash of scarlet. She spared Diyem any of the courtesies she'd normally voice, the thanks fer yer time, or the best of luck with yer date. She turned to leave, her mind fully entering a tactical headspace. She could use some...

Brisa grit her teeth. "We can't intentionally subject the world to an apocalypse, however minor. I jus' fear that there's a legitimate reason to do it, to prevent somethin' worse, that Darkwhite is aware of. I'll see if I can get through to her when I'm down there." Squadrons, huh? That would...

Brisa said nothing at first, chewing the thought over and over in her head. It tracked, it made sense, but she fucking resented it. At least let me be fucking pissed off about it. At last, she sighed, and answered. "Point taken," she grumbled. Goddamnit. "I'll just clamp down hard an' wait...

Brisa shot her Shadow a glare. "Good enough fer ya?" "Mmhmm." Brisa stared at Sombra until she dissipated again. A moment passed, with the charizard and the luxray walking side by side. "Thanks," said Brisa, without much feeling. "Here's a free bite of negativity fer ya, by the way. It is...

"I wasn't gonna fuckin' frame it like that, now, was I?" growled Brisa, ears practically aflame. "I don't want yer fuckin' datin' tips." "Y'weren't gonna frame it at all," growled her Shadow in reply, the chains of light thrashing like an angry tail. "Look, I just... I'm fuckin' sick of...

"You'd fuckin' better be. Whole team's relyin' on you. Do not fuck up this Eien-Xerneas shit, Diyem." Brisa sighed, and kept walking. "Actually, there was somethin' else. Less... Somethin' not critical to the mission." She pursed her muzzle in frustration. "I confess I don't know how to...

Brisa kept pace with Diyem, examining him with a keen eye for any other irregularities. "Red flash from yer tail, chief. Ain't a natural charizard flame colour, I don't reckon. Given what I understand about these exotic energies, I guess Eien's gettin' t'you too or somethin'. Ain't vibrant red...

"I'll be fine," snapped Brisa. "I ain't afraid of psychics. Mind-readin' an' telepathy jus' get me tetchy. I'm fine." Literal word of God, huh? She might just have to pay a visit by Pop and Cola first. Then Brisa caught the flash of red. "Diyem. What the fuck, chief? You in yer right mind?"

"I'm . . . not familiar with 'em, no," said Brisa, guardedly, as she stood to keep at Diyem's side. Get yer head examined. Fuckin' talk t'someone. "I'll look into it. I'd say I'd be surprised if they ain't already put their eyes on the matter, but everythin' in Cibus seems to take a season to...

"Yeah, no fuckin' kiddin'. We need leads. ...Look, chief, how about ya point me at someone or somethin' and I'll check it out? I'm gettin' tired of chasin' up everythin' as seems worth investigatin' without makin' headway."

"Who else is there? Shield comes to mind, pretty sure he had sealed memories. Fella's a bit of a worry either way, seein' as he's so single-minded he don't even care fer himself. Why, he's worse than I ever was fer self-neglect. But he's from a world destroyed centuries ago, an' yet he claims to...

"Have y'considered he might've been referrin' to his son?" asked Brisa, dryly. "Darkwhite stole the Shadow Machine from him an' it contained Silver. I don't much credit the idea, considerin' who he is an' all, but still. Maybe he had a plan fer the kid? Some way t'make use of him."

"Figures," said Brisa, scowling. "As fer his doubt... Th'main thing that comes t'mind is that we still don't know what his grand objective is, besides accumulatin' power in general. Could be he's tense about matters outside his control. After all, there's no way he planned fer us to put the hurt...

Diyem's low growl set off Brisa's hackles for all of half a second, enough time to think I could waste ya with Radiance in a minute flat before the thought dissipated. Dropping her usual courtesies and compassion did strange things to her head. "Alright. At least we got yer body restored...

"Xerneas prefers things fresh and finely cut," said Brisa, in a flat impression of Diyem's voice and accent. It wasn't bad. Luxray throats had bass to them. "Don't fuckin' lie to my face. Am I right, or not? Fella's fond of ya 'cause he's got a direct aura connection to Eien."