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Luz chuckled drily. "I need t'be needed," she said, firmly. "Era of peace? I'd go stir crazy, I'm sure of it. I guess I'd . . . volunteer fer emergency services. Sign onto every combat tournament on th'planet. Mentor young folks as had th'inklin' to be heroes after I'm gone, if I can even die. I...

Brisa sipped at her cider for a bit before answering. That . . . was a hard thing to reply to earnestly, and yet she wanted to be honest with Icetales. She drummed her claws on the table and sparked up the tiniest bit of radiance and shadow. "I want the things I've learned t'stay with me...

Luz fidgeted uncomfortably. "I mean, y'say that, but I don't..." She bit her lip. The 'ectoplasm' of her body's 'flesh' was pliable beneath her teeth. She concentrated, and firmed up even further. There wasn't any discomfort even so, when she bit. It felt like there ought to be. "I don't know...

"Hmm." Luz pawed at her chin. Motivation, huh? She tended to think about things in terms of actions and consequences, not motivation. Yet, she must have motivations for choosing some actions over others... "I dunno why I do what I do," she confessed. "I took the form of the folk hero Zeraora...

Luz' smile remained, but softened considerably. "I guess even fer an interdimensional squad of superheroes, collateral damage and injured innocents are part of the course, huh?" She looked away for a second. She hadn't assumed anything about the squad, exactly, and she knew that they'd had...

Luz' eyes went as wide as her grin as she listened. "Well ain't that a story!" she exclaimed. "It's real tragic that a bystander should have to go through that, but I guess y'all did the right thing after th'fact." She raise a brow and leaned forward. "What's yer story, fella? You sign up...

Luz sucked her teeth and nodded. "Yep, that's about right. Can't be all work an' no play, that's fer sure." She peered at the book. "So, you'n' Leg, huh? Y'all live t'gether, what's the relationship there? I ain't spent time with any of y'all God Squad folks aside from a minute here'n' there...

"Howdy, fella! Many thanks, I put a lot of effort into the preparations~" Luz pulled up a seat and sat backward on it, facing Truffle and his book. "Say, what's yer interest in that, then? Somethin' yer workin' on fer Leg's sake?"

There was a lot to unpack there, but as Icetales was asking Brisa to tell of herself, she let it go, merely giving a nod of sympathy. "I'm a ranger. Keeper of the peace, closest thing to real law enforcement on the frontier. I detain bandits an' the like, help out folks in sticky situations...

"I'll have what this fella's havin'," said Brisa. Leppa cider was a good choice. She leaned an arm on the table and relaxed a little. She'd worked so damn hard, she could switch off for a minute, with one drink. "So, you were a noblemon or somethin' like that back home, ain't it so?" she...

A 'firmament', huh? Not bad. "Y'know... We nearly called ourselves 'Team Constellation', as I recall." Brisa had actually liked that one better, but Spectrum was snappier, she could admit. "Can't say as I wanna ask anythin' of ya, save to keep folks' spirits up ahead of the showdown," she...

Icetales stared into space, he muzzle twitching. Had Brisa . . . struck a nerve? She let him figure out whatever it was that was spinning in his head, and, at last, he replied. Phew. A positive response. But Brisa knew better than to leave it there. She nodded, and held her gaze evenly. "I know...

Supposedly Truffle rarely stayed in that ominous abode he shared with Leg. With how dark she preferred to keep it, and his reputation for chipperness, that seemed to track, though Luz was curious why they should then share a dwelling at all. Maybe with so much going on, and Truffle's usual...

Luz turned from spectating the fight to spectating the bickering between Cal and Puddle. They were like kids, weren't they? Was that because Owen and Vix had some parental feelings in their heads? They were so alike herself and yet so different. Fascinating! "Hey, it's been swell spendin' a...

Ah. Sarcasm. Perhaps she'd chosen the wrong tack. This was about not putting up a fight for Starr and Nip, as if winning a doubles duel against two of their best strikers was what counted for worth. She thumped the table and stared him hard in the eye. "Listen t'me, Ninetales Kyukon," she...

Starr hit her with the force of a speeding train, and Brisa struck back with all she had. The two of them... They were just pure energy, their bodies just a convenient vehicle for their blazing power, meeting in a perfect elemental fury. They'd give the crowd something to remember, that much was...

Brisa took a seat at Icetales' table as the fox began to speak, and listened earnestly. Her ears flattened and her tail drooped as she did. More of this self-deprecation, huh? It seemed half the posse were down on themselves at all times. She'd have to fight that. Icetales more than pulled his...

It had been a fine job, and Brisa was practically flying from the post-battle high, but Icetales was transparently groundbound. Something was the matter, and not just the generic malaise of too many things on the mind. "Well, thank ye kindly, partner," she said, politely. He liked politeness...

Brisa went to the cauldron for some respite from the day's tasks, as she often did. This time she was intending only to stop for one drink. Then back to the dorms for an early night. The tournament had taken it out of her, and she needed to catch up on rest. She wasn't expecting to see Icetales...

Perfect! Well, Astrid seemed a lot more into the idea than Starr did, but Brisa knew not to take Starr at face value. Even if the arcades were a bad idea, there were plenty other ways to spend time together. She couldn't wait! Although, of course, she'd have to. There was no way she could...