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Keep key info outta the goddamn badge network, sent Brisa, wincing at the incoming telepathic shitstorm she was about to experience. Telepathy only fer anythin' sensitive, y'hear? She scowled, full of spite for whoever those fucking spies were. Right. Do not fuckin' freak out at what I'm...

Brisa shook off the prickling, itching feeling of telepathy in her head. Augh. "Fuck. Okay. Did we learn a goddamn thing in there, besides that some of us need their fuckin' heads examined? Wait, yeah—" Shit, what had Sword said to Shield? Something about... "Darkwhite told Shield to destroy...

Brisa grabbed at Shield, meaning to force eye contact. "Badge," she barked. "Now, Shield!" Where was his fucking badge? Don't freak out on me, or I swear to the sky, I'll carry you out unconscious.

Brisa went to Shield's side, doing all she could to focus away as much blacklight as she could, and prepared to raise a Protect barrier if necessary. Things were getting fraught in here. Was there anything to achieve now except escape? "Shield? Are ya hearin' anythin' from 'em? They tellin' you...

Good. At least Soda was keeping his shit together. Nate, apparently, was handling this bullshit just fine, and having Dave along was rendering the phantom of Jesse possible to ignore. Brisa followed Nate up to a campsite of some kind, and furrowed her brow and breathed deep as she activated her...

Brisa's hackles went up. Was Soda about to lose his shit over whatever he'd just heard? Was there anything she could do to prevent it? There was no time. Soda needed to focus on literally anything else. Now. Brisa used Shining Whiplash! You need to do yer goddamn job. You've carried this pain...

Brisa flinched at the intrusion of an unexpected touch, and pulled away. Gods, she was on edge. How could she help but be startled? "I'm not," she growled back. "I know what I am." Jesse Stranger walked beside Brisa Escarpa, cloaked in shadow, orange eyes glowing in a dark face. "How badly...

Brisa eyed the hallucinations, hesitant to speculate about them for fear of triggering more of her own. The arceus—strange to see a cold reflection of Pop, unsympathetic and unforgiving. A spectral Dave that was not Shadow, so maybe . . . the way Nate saw him? Had they still not resolved their...

"Somethin' tells me Giovanni ain't bothered by much," growled Brisa. "Fella don't seem t'feel fear or doubt or self-censure of any kind." Not like you. You're nothin' but self-censure. Endless recriminations fer yerself, no matter how good you give it. Never enough. Never enough. Brisa's...

Brisa kept her mind as calm and empty as she could manage. No conclusions. Just what she saw in front of her, sensory awareness of the environment, the task ahead. Don't speculate. Don't fear. Don't remember. Just search. There's so much in yer head that could hurt you, here. Was there? Huh...

"Fuck, I'm assumin' it is. We'll talk more about that one somewhere else, yeah? Fer now, I wanan get the hell out an' on a new investigation somewhere less . . . civilised. Say, Dave, y'wanna come with me on the Moonlit Forest investigation? It ain't spy-huntin', but maybe we'll get somewhere...

Brisa grunted in shared frustration. Good fucking gods, Luz. "Okay, so Luz' latest investigation reveals that Truffle's great secret is he's crushin' on the Guild receptionist. Comes as a relief, t'be honest, I really like that guy, but fuck, we need a breakthrough here."

Brisa gestured with one paw. "Look, Silver was in Giovanni's custody at some point, either as a prisoner or an experiment or whatever, an' Darkwhite stole the machine fer us to take out. That means Giovanni's done somethin' to that kid. Could be he's a spy and he don't even know it. "As fer God...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: yea the drumsticks thought blm2 was karat for a sec [Zest > Team Spectrum]: couldve been blm2 or gio [Zest > Team Spectrum]: maybe don't speculate too hard on public chat idk 🙀

"That's all kinds of disturbin'," muttered Brisa. "On both counts. I figure you'll handle Silver, but I'm here fer you if y'want a paw." She growled quietly for a moment. "Say. I was hesitant before t'speculate that the two versions of that fella were entirely alike, but seein' how you handled...

So, Truffle's jaunts away were of a romantic nature, huh? Sure seemed that way. Well, wasn't that a relief? Luz chuckled to herself and Leg, and hopped off the worktop to offer some assistance in the cooking. "It'd be my pleasure, partner. Happy to lend a paw." <><><><><>

"Yeah, she's a lovely lass an' no mistake," purred Luz, smirking unabashedly. "An' you're a lovely fella, Anthus~! Why, I dare say th'two of ya could make quite a pretty pair~~~" Oh boy, Brisa was gonna get a kick outta this.

Luz' grin grew wider than ever, stretching past the limits of a flesh and blood zeraora, and she planted both paws on her cheek in mock surprise. "Oh~? Corviknight Toffee, y'say~? Is she an especially handsome avian gal, Anthus~? Is she sweet~?"

"Well, after that stunt pulled at the Guild to help frame Owen, it's just been a loomin' and uncomfortable truth these past weeks... Say, d'you got a gauge on any of them Guild folks? Any you reckon are suspect?"

Luz grinned drily. "We need a score of things and a score again, if'n ya ask me. Facin' off against an Eternatus? Keepin' Giovanni under lock an' key? Trackin' down his agents an' makin' safe the planet fer good? Bit beyond lil' ol' me."