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Brisa hummed to herself. "So, chief. You an' Xerneas have been becomin' awful familiar. Bahamut was speculatin' that the fella was corrupted somehow—I reckon Eien's personality could be manifestin' through his connection to the Tree, an' that's why the two of ya have this apparent mutual...

"Lemme block Joule fer ya then y'fuckin' moron," said Brisa, holding our a paw expectantly for Diyem's badge. "Anyway, I guess I'll figure out Red an' Silver myself. Or get one of the team t'do it, I really oughta fuckin' delegate shit. You ought to too, y'fuckin' layabout. Team needs...

"Noted." Brisa's muzzle slanted as she considered her priorities. "Yer food'll be ready soon. Fuck it. We'll do a few of 'em rapidfire. Joule, Silver, Red. Y'worried about any of 'em? Y'want I should inquire after somethin' particular? Giovanni too, I guess. Gods... We still ain't found...

"If they have any sense, they'll not count it as a stain on yer record," she said, offhandedly. "Otherwise, I'm guessin' there's not much we can do about the fuckin' issue. Seein' as yer track record has you as needlessly fuckin' pessimistic at every turn, I've half a mind to go chat it out with...

Brisa contemplated that for a moment. She grinned darkly. "I like yer girlfriend more'n I like you," she jabbed. "But alright. Overseers. They're an organisation sprawlin' across worlds, an' they keep an eye on the wellbein' of Creation, but they're evidently kinda bureaucratic or otherwise...

Brisa cocked an ear. "Yer fault or hers? An' did it lead in some way to our present predicament?" The claws on one paw flexed in and our of their sheathes.

"I gather she's been critical t'savin' countless worlds," said Brisa. "We'll make a concerted effort t'save her. Anythin' y'can tell me about her character an' motivation might matter. Anythin' y'can tell me about her at all, in fact: physiology, combat style, what you mean to her. The better I...

Brisa nodded, accepting the explanation. "That renders yer relationship with her adequately understandable. Now, th'last time we had a proper face-to-face, y'talked about takin' her down. Level with me, chief. Can we save yer goddamn partner or not?" She asked the question stripped of all...

"Not sure if ya not noticin' me is a lapse in yer attention or a credit t'my stealth," remarked Brisa, taking a seat next to the newly-restored charizard. "It's good that folks aren't tryin' to destroy ya, in any case," she said. "If only 'cause it's practical." There was much to discuss. Where...

The sight of Dark Matter ordering takeout was impossible to resist investigating. And besides, Brisa had been meaning to check in with the fella for a while now. Dealing with Diyem never felt all that urgent, considering his claim to be gathering info from all their heads all the damn time, but...

Brisa stared at her badge, as if reading the messages again would make it easier to reply. Was it even worth explaining to this guy that she hadn't heard from Astrid in a month? That she'd already called out her feelings just as she'd died, and if Astrid didn't want to respond to that, she...

[Brisket > S0urdough]: bahamut i have never had a girlfriend in my life and believe me ive tried

[Brisket > S0urdough]: what are you talking about, Bahamut?

use the fuckin' badge comms an' stay the fuck outta my head except fer goddamn emergencies I swear to fuckin' sky an' goddamn stars

Brisa did her best to answer questions honestly without stumbling or falling into a crevice of negativity, (a challenge, considering everything), or indeed without getting flustered by paying too much attention to Cream herself and getting caught up in her own bullshit feelings. She did okay...

Brisa smiled. This earnest dandy wasn't her type, but she could see with Cynthian and Celeste liked so much about him. Bless his heart. "I gotta introduce ya t'spirits," she drawled. "Another time. Be seein' ya round, and . . . thanks fer the talk, friend." She had plenty to be getting on with...

Open up to them? Curio left the picture almost as soon as Brisa started thinking about taking her feelings for the riolu seriously. Astrid hadn't been there when she'd been revived and wasn't responding to her texts. And she was pretty sure Cream was into Puff, if Brisa wasn't too young for the...

"I go by Sombra, as much as it matters. We've already met, Kyukon. Y'know Brisa, so y'know me." Brisa's tail thrashed anxiously. She was still coming to terms with Sombra, and this side of her, this blunt, sassy Shadow, was unpredictable. "We ain't exactly tryin' to court two ladies, as...

"If yer goal is to keep people safe an' happy... You oughta remember that you an' yours count as people, too. Ain't the ideal outcome one where yer friends get t'see ya live a little too, even if yer workin' harder'n most? That's somethin' I've figured since, y'know, literally dyin' fer th'team...

Brisa frowned, and pawed at her cheek fur. Her tailtuft drew patterns on the floor behind her. Now that was a question she'd both obsessed over and put out of mind. Did she have an answer? Well, y'could tell yerself yer fuckin' pa is still alive, fer one. Not that. Something hopeful. "I'd...