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Brisa was the last to die, holding stubbornly onto life as long as she could before the blacklight vaporised her body. The agony turned to darkness, and then to a confused, torpid fugue. She shouldn't be conscious. She'd expected her soul to be annihilated if it were possible, and if by some...

Luz didn't know what the right thing to say. Or to do. But she held Astrid tight and kept herself as steady as she could. "Astrid, darlin', you need t'come back to earth now, y'hear? Remember you promised y'wouldn't throw yerself away no more, remember that Brisa wanted us to save Joule...

Luz looked between Starr and Astrid in desperation. Could she even keep either of them from going on an all-out onslaught, let alone both? She balled her paws into fists and let oit a directionless yowl of distress. "Goddammit," she swore, surprising herself again, "come to yer senses, won't...

Brisa was dead. The feelings inside Luz were a wound she couldn't just shake off. But wounded heroes kept fighting until all were safe. They didn't show fear. They didn't quit. They didn't cry. Neither would she. "Astrid, darlin'," said Luz—her voice surely betraying no pain, no fear, no...

Brisa Escarpa Once again, Brisa saw Starr lifted off the ground by psychic power. Astrid too, and Owen, and so many others–! And, she realised with furious dismay, her. "Oh, no you fuckin' don't," she snarled, gripping the island's surface with all her strength. She'd never used Shining...

"Thunder, Starr. If that was a bad movie, yer gonna have to show me a good one," said Brisa, grinning behind her tears. "Hey, let's fuckin' celebrate kickin' Joule's teeth in that way, huh?" Judging by the look on Starr's face, she'd like nothing more. <><><><><>

Brisa let Astrid embrace her, and wrapped her own tail around some of the nine now holding her. She stiffened for a moment as her heart burst, and a couple of tears broke free, to be wiped dry at once, and then relaxed into her friend's body, grateful beyond measure for the comfort. Heartache...

Brisa was certain that Astrid only thought of her as a friend, but... A moment like this? It seemed so possible. So easy to break the tension, if she could only justify it. Oh, it was agony not to know if telling her how she felt would make everything better, or only ruin it. She didn't want to...

She felt silly, stupid, and selfish for expecting something else (because of course she got her hopes up) but this . . . this was heavy. Astrid couldn't have told anyone else this. She'd brought Brisa up here to confide in her. This was . . . special. And Brisa mustn't let her friend down...

Brisa marvelled at Astrid, a gal with sparkling eyes who looked at a view like this and thought this is unique. A moment, and a memory, all their own and unlike any other. A place they could return to and recall this experience, when things were better. 'Ours.' Sky and stars. She really did...

Brisa was a perfectly-drilled combat engine, dashing between platforms and harrying Joule with everything she had to help her allies land their alpha strikes with the greatest impact possible. Brisa and Starr, Brisa and Owen—whoever was striking, Brisa had trained with them to the point of...

Brisa fetched snacks and drinks from the cafeteria counter, and Starr went ahead to prepare the dorm lounge. When Brisa arrived, the torracat had already thrown out any residents, found some Cibus production to watch on the wall-mounted screen Brisa had long-ignored, and slung herself over the...

Okay, so a recording of a stage play. That sounded like a marvel enough, one of Cibus' many technological innovations in culture and entertainment. It could be a pleasure to watch one of those with a good friend. It wasn't gonna do anything to help, though, if Starr thought she needed rest, she...

"What under th'fuckin' sky is a shitty movie."

The way Astrid looked at her sometimes... It was almost as if– She shut the thought out. Just enjoy it. Enjoy the casual physical contact. Enjoy how happy she is to be with you. Enjoy how happy you are. For once. "Uh, yeah. I'm used to cliffside scree more'n aboreal climbin', but yeah. Let me...

"No, I . . . guess not?" she answered, ears lowering a little. Was Starr just giving her a piece of rhetoric, or building up to some suggestion? Was... Was she going to set something on fire...? "What... What're ya talkin' about?"

Brisa smiled to herself as Astrid's mad excitement continued. Sometimes it seemed the gal just had radiance in her blood, so earnest and eager all the time as she was. It was . . . not charming, so much as reassuring. That joy was still possible. That she could have fun, so long as they were...

"Yeah, I..." Maybe she was training too hard. She was training harder than anyone, even her fellow training junkies. And she felt like shit for it. Gods. "You're right... I wouldn't've done this much battlin' in a day, ever, before now. Maybe this shit really is doin' a number on me, sky an'...

Brisa had a feeling Starr wasn't really asking, but she didn't know what better to do than make a straightforward reply... "Uh, more drill," Brisa reminded her. "Uh . . . you're better'n anyone else at that, I'd love fer ya t'join me–"

Brisa cocked her head and perked her ears. "I've been fer a walk there of a quiet night or two, sure. Ain't seen much of it in the light, though. ...Ain't explored it with a friend, neither." She smiled. "Shall we?"