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Jesse and Sierra... They weren't the greatest, no. Not in every measure, anyhow. Vix didn't even know that it was their absence which had been killing Brisa for years, nor that she'd dealt with Jesse after coming to Cibus... Now wasn't the time to explain all that. "I dunno, Vix. Maybe I'll...

Gods, she'd hit that target in one, huh. "Uh, yeah. My pa's human. He was brought to my world specifically t'save it an' I guess he stuck around to have me." She didn't know how to explain how hard that had made her life, or even if she should. Being miserable wasn't a great way to make a...

Brisa grinned darkly. Eera and Castiss were bandit-hunters, huh? They sounded rather more deadly than Brisa ever was, but she'd certainly come back from her share of missions covered in outlaws' blood. "Ah, well... I always admired the Wanderin' Light, Zeraora Luz Escarpa. Grew up hearin'...

Brisa chewed that one over for a second. Certainly all the folks on Team Spectrum, the God Squad, the Luz of myth and the Luz beside her, and her own parents... They were all different. All good fighters, sure, but there wasn't even a single way to do that, as she kept telling Icetales and other...

Well, Vix was sure excited about being a hero, or something like that... Brisa could talk about that. Albeit with some discomfort. "Wait, so when you say 'hero', y'don't rightly know what y'have in mind?" asked Brisa. "Even so, it's . . . admirable, that you'd wanna be one. Even if I ain't...

Oh, so Vix was stuck in a small town too? They should talk about that some time... "Hey, that's no bad thing, partner!" said Brisa, awkwardness forgotten. "I'll spar with you any time! Or watch a good fight. That's one of th'best things about Cibus: the combat sport industry. Nothin' like it...

'Fancy meeting you here' and a stammer. Oh gods. Vix was not keen on talking, evidently. Probably down to Brisa absolutely scrubbing the colosseum floor with the poor gal. Aw hell. "We've met a few times," Brisa corrected, for want of anything better to say. She winced. That wouldn't help. "Uh...

Brisa paced down from the stands towards the colosseum exit, amidst the crowds, wondering if she could get away with simply leaping down to save time. She could handle the fall, she was sure. "What the fuck, Luz? Arceus? No, I never thought t'bother Arceus with anythin', no." "Aw, why not...

"I . . . take yer meanin'," said Brisa. Luz shoved her lightly. "So you'll keep yerself steady, right?" "...Guess I can try." Luz grinned. "Good enough fer me. Alright then, Papi, we've taken up enough of yer time. I expect t'shoot th'breeze with ya after the fight, y'hear?" Brisa shrank...

Luz threw her arms up in the air. "Thank you! Consarnit, Brisa, maybe now you'll lay off a lil', since Arceus is sayin' y'can't jus' keep burnin' t'nothin'." Brisa dropped her gaze and felt her ears heat up. Even Arceus' choice of wording, burn right up– Did he mean to put her in mind of Bright...

"Huh..." Brisa chewed that over. She'd heard some of this before, but she'd always assumed there was some religiosity behind it all, given the occasional iconography worn by devotees and the slinging-around of that word, 'god'. Much of Team Spectrum seemed to be from worlds where...

"Honestly, legendary pokémon make 'emselves scarce back where I'm from," explained Brisa. "Th'real Zeraora Luz only turns up in my part of the country 'bout once in a generation. Ain't ever met a legend before I came here, in fact . . . an' it's pretty rare fer folks t'treat 'em like gods. Makes...

Adopted. It was just too much. Brisa ignored it and ploughed on as best she could. "Best of fortune t'you with whatever yer plannin'," she managed. "Don't suppose there's anythin' th'likes of us can help with, but we're at yer service if'n there is." Luz crossed her arms and radiated low...

Brisa wanted to shrivel up and expire. She was speaking to this world's creator and arch-deity, and he was busy and preparing to sacrifice himself for his life for the sake of the world. She was wasting both their time and energy. She stepped back, and backed into Luz, who didn't budge. Her...

"Stars above, Luz. I don't care which of us goes first, I just don't get why you're so keen that it be me." Brisa and her familiar walked into Destiny Tower, the luxio's shoulders hunched in discomfort and the zeraora-shade's paws confidently astride her hips. They walked as if Luz was somehow...

It seemed like Saltriv was at least committed to doing their part. That was all Brisa could ask—she wouldn't be any more comfortable than they were in their position, that was certain. What had the chikorita experienced in their past to give them shadows like that? She didn't envy them that...

"There's a good mon," said Brisa, with a grim smile. "Well done on findin' yer umbral power. I know it ain't easy, but we're countin' on you as much as everyone else when th'fight comes. Be brave, Saltriv."

Brisa scowled and readied a terse admonition about duty, and then cut herself off with a sigh. The poor critter looked damn near crying. "Saltriv, techniques like this can mean th'difference 'tween defeat an' victory," she said, carefully. "Look... Starr gets hurt every time she uses Flare...

Brisa shook herself free of her shadows, but the tension in her limbs remained, as did the feeling of being bruised. "Yer new shadow technique," she growled. "Looks t'me like whoever it hits gets stronger—much stronger—at the cost of bein' hurt." She eyed Saltriv, whose expression was already...

What if she failed? The thought wasn't her own; it came as an intrusion. She stumbled as she made the realisation. At first she rejected it the same as any other such thought, automatically—dwelling on the possibility of failure was useless. She focused on solutions, not failure. But what if...