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Brisa took a grateful sip before returning the canteen. "Hey, happy t'see you too, partner," she replied, softly. She took Astrid's meaning well enough. It was good to spend some time together before everyone feel entirely into pre-battle jitters. "I dunno about you, but I like our chances,"...

Oh, fuck. She'd been assuming she would, but she'd never gone this hard before. What if she didn't? "Yeah, definitely," she lied.

Well, she sure perked up fast! Brisa couldn't help smiling as the ninetales darted to her side. Brisa was perking up too, as were her ears (now very warm indeed). She hoped for a fleeting moment that maybe Astrid would . . . just kinda bump into her, or something. Gods, she had to do something...

"Ah, sure." Brisa took the food with gratitude, while Starr waved someone over to order some more. Fucking stars above, she hadn't realised how hungry she was. Or how tired and achey, once she'd sat down. Like, so much more tired and achey than she'd even realised, holy shit. "I guess I'm...

Brisa glanced at Dave as his shadow hugged her. He was looking vaguely askance, but at least he didn't yell at the poor thing for a change. Shadow's embrace felt . . . strangely comforting. She returned it, and blinked away the last of her tears. She didn't say anything, just gave a nod of...

Not a god, no. But judging by how powerful her parents were, by the time she reached her prime as a luxray, she could probably kick one to the ground if she tried. What was the difference? If she lived to hold that much power in her paws, she just fucking prayed she'd continue to make the right...

She tried to choke out a "thank you," and to explain why. She couldn't manage to talk properly. She considered whiplashing Dave, but that seemed just a little tiny bit excessive for the occasion. She settled for putting one paw on Shadow's and clasping it against her shoulder. "I jus' wanna be...

Brisa listened with her paws shaking and tail pressed down. Gods, he . . . believed all that? (Fucking hell why did he say all that shit about not killing folks why couldn't he have just said this in the first place) but— That's all she wanted to hear. That's all she ever wanted to hear, from...

"I know," she seethed. She was cut off by a mental intrusion—though this time, it came almost as a knock upon a door. She listened for whatever Luz was trying to say. {Brisa, darlin', I can feel the worst kinda feelings comin' off you. Do you need help? I can come pick you up.} Somehow, the...

She'd planned to eat on the move while walking to the study to make more plans, or something, but it didn't seem remotely in good taste to ask Starr to do that with her. And she wanted to talk to Starr. So . . . she'd stay put. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, I'd love to. Gotta get back to drilling soon...

Brisa gripped her glass so hard she thought she might shatter it. The moment of acknowledgement that yes, she was doing the right things, lifted her heart (and ears) for half a second before they came ccrashing back down at his indignation. Gods fucking damn it. "You ain't listenin'," she bit...

Brisa had taken walks in the park as part of her frequent solo excursions to walk off her energy. Usually away in her head, like she used to be every day. Today, though, with the blacklight overhead, and having worked herself senseless since the bubble went up, she was attentive enough to notice...

Lately, for Brisa, to exist was to live in a state of exhaustion and perpetual bruising of body and mind. Normal mon took a few days off after a tourney, hell, even she would under normal circumstances. Instead, with everything the way it was, she'd gone straight to the training rooms the moment...

Dave freewheeled for a bit. Clearly he hadn't understood before why Jesse was so frightened for her. And then he started on about not killing people like that could possibly be news for her. He didn't even ask to clarify. She imagined being Maple, crossing worlds, saving lives, in hard...

Brisa Turn 3 Starr's the perfect fightin' partner fer me. I'll never let her down when I can help her. Brisa used Helping Hand! Owen's been my dependable friend this whole time. He can depend on me fer aid. Brisa used Helping Hand! Whatever Starr's new power is, her shadows are takin' their...

...So, Dave thought, what, exactly? That Maple should use her powers when others told her to, or not to? The way he said 'born better than the rest of us'.... With such contempt. Did he mean her power, or was he sarcastically saying that she was no better a person, not to be trusted with even...

All their efforts were paying off. The team was working in the same supernatural synchronicity they'd gotten down practically to an art form, save for the occasional stumble. And she— She was surging with power. She knew what it felt like to lay down a Thunder Cage on a god. Now she was laying...

"Yeah, that's all kinds of fuckin' disturbin'. Hell, apparently even if the fella's a big softie who hates fightin', like Joule, some motherfucker like Giovanni can just up an' mind-control him to wipe out worlds all th'same. I sure as hell hope we don't have anythin' like that in my wider...

What the fuck. "What the fuck," said Brisa. What the fuck. "What the actual goddamn fuck. He wiped out planet's worth of livin', thinkin' people—Did he–? Wait, that don't sound like– Gods. I... I, uh... I didn't realise he was that powerful." Bahamut unilaterally decided to wipe out...

"Nothin' close t'Maple, no. Not as far as I can credit, anyhow." ...Hold up. "Wait, fuckin' genocide? Are y'still talkin' about Maple, or...?"