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Brisa nodded. "Yeah. I get that. Destiny Village is pretty strange t'me compared to the kinda place Frontier Town is, but at least I got the context fer most social norms. Helps that Cibusean folks're all so friendly, generally speakin'. Such as yerself!" She chuckled. That was an...

"Makes perfect sense t'me," replied Brisa. "It ain't about whether a town or th'wanderin' life are better to grow up in. It's about wantin' t'see somethin' new an' bein' kept from it." She smiled at Cream. She was so gentle. When Brisa had first met her a while back, she'd tensed right up...

Well, how about that? "Wouldn't y'know it, my ma's folks're nomadic, too. Always been that way. 'Course, I didn't grow up with 'em, I grew up with my pa, who was more like a townie under all his human weirdness, so I got t'be sedentary. An' frankly, 'til I came to Cibus, I was dyin' to explore...

enjoy bree i like to make 35465435 versions of my perfect original OC character brisa here are 2 options for you bc iim just cool like that this is brisa's humansona and brisa's dark n edgy shadow self Sombra (luxio version) yyou have to draw one do it o it do t

Brisa grinned briefly. Sierra was all combat. The team thought she spent too much time training? They should see her goddamn mother. "Yeah, I kinda guessed they were more into battlin' than you, though I guess I was goin' off what my ma's folks are like. What's their deal, then?"

"I got time fer you," said Brisa, chuckling a little to herself. "I'm tryin' t'give myself more time in the day t'do stuff fer myself, so you oughn't t'have so much trouble findin' me now. I'll shoot you a text with some times that work." How was it to be a luxray? It wasn't just another...

"Howdy, Cream," said Brisa, turning to offer the other luxray a smile. "Honestly, 'Brisket' is jus' fine. I know our names sound weird to y'all." Wasn't hers translated to like, 'bzap!' or something? "Anyhow, yer never any bother. An' yeah, Puff likes to nab me after my matches. Peppy fella...

Another long walk to decompress. Pleasant chill winds, few people about, an opportunity to get that patrolling itch scratched. Brisa had taken to going on as many of these walks and for as long as she pleased, with encouragement from her friends to take time for herself. And hey, it would help...

Starr thought she'd done well? Well, of course she had done well, but... Goddamn, it felt so good to have Starr's approval. The battlefield fell away for a moment as Brisa returned her grin. Wouldn't it be grand just to have it out right now? The two of us, battling at the best we've ever been...

She winced as the destruction of the luxray doll tore at her own chest just as if she'd been wounded. She watched as yet another fake Starr was created. She heard a cry from Cabot as he went down to another dazzling attack. And, of course, she witnessed Leg's emergence... Brisa had heard folks...

The Shadows were high, higher than they ever normally were. Fuck holding back, fuck showing restraint, fuck losing. Go ahead and balk at how fucking strong she was, go on! Brisa dove at Leg, no longer trying to impede movement, but to startle with ferocity. Keep it t'gether, ranger. Don't lose...

Again with Icetales. Those two were close, huh? Brisa nodded. "Somethin' like that. At least fer me. I call mine 'Sombra'. She's just . . . me, with all my conceits and pretenses stripped away. My inner self." She sighed. "Turns out my inner self is kinda sassy, and utterly exhausted. I can...

That . . . was true, wasn't it? Cabot was fine. Cynthian was more stable and confident. Vix was in touch with herself in a new way. Owen... "We all went through some kinda crisis. I guess Cabot handled it better'n the rest of us? His Shadow is capable of reason, just terse an' kinda...

Brisa rubbed the back of her neck. Starr was right. Celeste was the next in a long line of people telling her to take it easy. Maybe one day she'd figure out how that was done. "I guess. ...Just used to bein' able to take a lot more'n most folks and feelin' obligated to pull as much weight as I...

Brisa sighed. Another unavoidable communication error. "Gotcha. This is that thing again with Diyem's translation not accountin' fer colloquial verbiage. Many worlds, huh? You can take 'em." She took a long draught of her mulled wine, enjoying the warming effect it had on her. "Seems like the...

The disguise was damaged, and their opponent exposed. It was time to strike hard while they could, and Brisa reached for that extraordinary power she'd used against Owen, against Red... ...alongside Starr, making an attack so like her own that the energies seemed to meld into one another, at...

Brisa shook her head, grimacing, then grinned at Celeste's casual swearing. "Nah. We hunt wild 'mon. They ain't thinkin' people. No speech, not much in the way of sapience." She shuddered. "...I don't envy Nip his life if that's how his folk survive."

That was the kind of phrasing a particularly condescending townie might use. Celeste wasn't like that, though, so perhaps he meant it literally.... "Feral is what civilised folks call my ma's people. The Escarpa Clan are nomadic, light on possessions, don't hold with land ownership, that sorta...

Brisa shrugged off the word with a scoff. It kept coming up, in so many contexts... "Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' feral," she said, quickly. Celeste hadn't mentioned the word to her before now, though. And judging by what 'feral' meant when applied to a 'mon like Leg... "...'Less it means...

What was it about the way he said the name Icetales...? "Sounds like a useful technique, considerin' how quick on yer feet you are. You, uh, still uncomfortable with Radiance, or are ya makin' headway on that inhibition of yers?"