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Brisa listened with ears perked as Kate elaborated at length on the circumstances of her world. It sounded a damn sight more grim in some ways than Brisa was used to, that was for sure. She was only realising it now, but hearing of worlds so unlike her own time and time again—and being...

Brisa hid a flattered smirk behind her drink at the 'x-ray vision' comment, then curled her lip back at Kate's explanation of law enforcement by contract. What the fuck was this? It felt . . . perverse. "Paid commissions fer takin' outlaws sounds downright unsettlin' t'me. Wouldn't these...

Brisa shrugged. Who knew if she was even right, or if this was something quantifiable? Didn't it matter who the folks in Kate's question were outside of this one moment in time? She cocked her head and stared up sidelong at the blacklight bleeding through from above. "I figure yer example ain't...

What constituted heroism? That was a pretty tough question, if she was honest. "Well, I was raised on Escarpa folklore and my pa's life lessons. And both of those emphasised doin' yer moral duty and showin' bravery in the face of danger and makin' the responsible decisions even at cost to...

That didn't sound so dissimilar to the sentiments a lot of the team were expressing lately, or had done in other daunting situations. Kate was pretty candid about it. Surprisingly so. What hit Brisa harder thatn that was the implication that Kate was used to fighting on the back foot, but with...

Foraging, huh? That didn't mean actual foraging, Brisa was certain. That wasn't in line with Kate's species, or a number of other details she'd conceded, which meant it was probably a figurative term. So then– "Sounds like dungeon crawlin'. Subsistence dungeon crawlin' is how my ma's folk make...

Brisa sighed. Kate's friend couldn't have had the same expectations as were laid on her. "I didn't have much of a choice but to take after 'em. Nobody else stepped up as ranger when my parents made 'emselves scarce, so..." So she'd had to protect an entire town alone, just sixteen years of...

Gods, it really had been no time at all for Kate. Poor fucker. At least her body seemed able to keep up with the rest of the team in combat. "Yeah, I can relate. Back home is sure nothin' like this. I ain't seen a legendary pokémon afore I came to Cibus. Nor any of this technology. Nor cities...

Brisa gave a nod of thanks and reached in her satchel for her usual ceramic tumbler. "Salt 'n' spit's just a kinda swearin', Kate, not a cocktail. Anyway, sure. If Luz liked it, chances are I will: we got the same taste in practic'ly everythin'." She let Kate pour her some glühwein, and gave...

"Yeah. Uh..." Maybe she was too tired to just talk. She needed something to loosen her tongue and quiet some of the thoughts spilling about in her head. Brisa's eyes flashed gold as she pulled up just the slightest touch of radiance. Enough to speak freely without feeling the fatigue quite so...

"You have my word," said Brisa. "I won't tell a soul. Hmph. Alright, Diyem, I'll let ya rest. Contact me if need be." Were he not Dark Matter, she'd have considered offering him some token of physical comfort. But he was Dark Matter. And so she did not. "Get stronger," was all she said, as she...

Brisa smirked a little. It was an unfamiliar expression and didn't fit well on her muzzle. "I'm fine. As fer you, if it won't kill ya to use a normal goddamn voice then get th'fuck over yerself and use it. Anyway, despite all yer skepticism, my chinwag with Maple leads me to believe you're...

Gods, Brisa was fucking exhausted. She just needed to spend a spare moment in her dorm or something, catch a breath, maybe get herself a drink... She thought of bothering Luz, and immediately discarded the idea. She didn't know whose company she wanted right now– Ah. Sneasel . . . Kate, wasn't...

Brisa yanked at her cheek fur in frustration. "There y'go again. Reducin' the situation too damn much." She let out a long sigh of her own. "I ain't expectin' Maple to pay a visit to ya durin' yer recovery outta the goodness of her heart. I'm expectin' Maple to believe that workin' with us...

Goddamnit. That grouchy bastard. Brisa closed her eyes and let a snarl of discontent peter out, until she was once again stable. "I'm not convinced y'ain't jus' hidin' under them there blankets 'cause yer embarrassed to look like a newborn," she said, at last. "You'll get over yerself soon...

Brisa curled her lip back, then stopped herself, shook her mane free of a little excess shadow, and returned to the steady hum of darkness she'd been maintaining. "Y'ain't exactly wrong. But yer framin' it without any goddamn nuance! You're so scared that folks won't trust you, even though the...

"Master yer fuckin' fear, Diyem," hissed Brisa. "Y'ain't alone here. Whatever happens, I'll speak in yer defence." She scoffed. "Why, I'm willin' to bet you never even thought you could set foot on Cibus without being exterminated on sight, now, did ya? Yet, here you are. Arceus and Maple alike...

The shadows churned. Deception. It didn't come easily to Brisa to accept deception. It had been tough to deceive Buffet about Diyem's willingness to speak to him even with a white lie. Still... "I'll respect yer judgment," she growled. "Even though with shadows coursin' through me I still ain't...

Ah. Naturally. Brisa grimaced. "Kinda had a feelin' she'd be in the world's guts," she replied, hushing her voice in kind. "So this doesn't just mean she's actively workin' at puttin' hurt on Cibus, but that to put a stop to her . . . we gotta convince everyone that Dark Matter and his posse...

Brisa's ears perked up. "This a 'prowl up an' take 'em out' kinda knowledge, or somethin' else desperately terifyin' to fret about?" she asked, her voice dust-dry. She already knew this wasn't good news, or Diyem would get to the point. It didn't really matter. The threats facing them were...