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Exploding, twice, and knocking me the fuck out. "I'm fine," she said. "Don't suppose someone already filled you in on how the battle went?" It was pretty hard to meet Astrid's eye. She was so earnest. She looked so, so very young in that ninetales body of hers. Wasn't Astrid older than Brisa...

Capitals, she could live without. Punctuation, though. That was a sticking point. Starr's help secured, Brisa set about pacing in the lobby for her friend to arrive. She had too many things in her aching head to determine which of her feelings related to the upcoming questioning and which...

"Astrid." Brisa's heart tensed up in protest at the coming conversation. She'd just seen a slew of blacklight destruction at the guildhouse, and now she was here, to try to... what? Talk some sense into Astrid? Comfort her? Pretend like Astrid wasn't in the infirmary again, for abusing her...

Brisa hadn't been thinking about Astrid. She hadn't been letting herself think about Astrid. She had to worry about Giovanni, and that haze, and Sword, and Diyem, and Karat, and Starr, and– Hadn't Astrid said she wasn't gonna do this shit anymore? Goddamnit. Why did Astrid have to pull this...

"I'll match yer lightshow!" cried Luz. As she charged her plasma to the point of crackling across her whole physical form, ready to grapple with her opponent, she knew this is what she was meant for! Never mind those piddly little sparring matches! To hell with auxiliary duties on Spectrum...

Luz grinned with the sheer thrill of novelty as her opponent used a technique she'd never even heard of! This was already worthwhile! There was no point dodging the Heat Wave. Instead, Luz yowled with pain and delight, and turned into the attack, leaping for Vix with her plasma-wreathed paws...

"Awright! I'm comin' atcha!" Luz ran forward in a burst of light and power, her arms crackling with conjured plasma. Vix was a resilient opponent with a lot of magical power. Luz knew just how to deal with that: the same way she fought every battle. Quick on her feet and lashing out with any...

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Luz trilled with delight. "Well hey, darlin'! I feel just the same way about fightin', same as my gal Brisa. Why don't we have a tussle right here'n now, and y'can show me what yer made of!" Blue lightning poured over Luz's silhouetted form, and she took up a ready stance for an informal...

Brisa smiled as she accepted the gummi and pocketed it in her satchel. "I'd be glad t'call ya my friend, partner. Til the day we leave Cibus, may we have each other's backs." like Astrid and I have each other's backs? "Say, why don't we have a battle sometime? That's the best way to get...

I'll hug the entire team at once if I have to! There was something in Saltriv's words and passion that made Brisa think of herself. "I'd care t'see that, partner. I can tell you've got a good heart. Keep it safe, even when things get tough, y'hear?"

Brisa froze at the unexpected touch, then shuddered with emotional tension, then, gradually, relaxed and let out a long, juddery sigh of catharsis. She gave the vine a sort of light pat with one paw. "Thanks for yer support, partner. But really, I'll be fine and there's folks in the posse what...

Luz laughed. "If'n ya wanna stay a puddle, that oughta be yer right! Sounds like a nice life, gettin' ferried around in a bag like that, though it sure ain't fer me." Her eyes flashed. "What I'm about is buck-wild experiences! Especially a good battle. Y'fancy a sparrin' match some time...

Luz reached out a paw to shake Vix's 'arm' between a fingerpad and her thumbpad. "I find all folks interestin' t'meet!" she said. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm only so fast and powerful. Gettin' stronger though, that's fer sure." She cocked her head at Puddle. "Say, partner. D'ya got an inklin'...

Brisa huffed. For someone who'd spent four years as a near-total hermit, she talked about her feelings plenty. "If anythin', I'm already too earnest about my feelings," she replied. "I embarrassed myself when we were comin' up with a plan t'keep Sword safe. I lashed out at Soda the minute we...

Luz nodded. "Well... I only really got some fuzzy memories from Brisa, and she got into a lotta fights back home. Mostly pretty mundane stuff. But in the folktales, the real Luz was supposed to have fought forces of nature and higher legends and come out on top. It kinda... feels weird, havin'...

Brisa grimaced. Bahamut. That ancient fucking psychic tyrant who thought he knew better than everyone. Like an absurdly aged, emotionally dulled counterpart to Jesse. What an insufferable sonofabitch. "Bahamut has his reasons for wanting to dust anyone who could threaten the peace, but I'll...

Luz nodded. "Well, a human or, maybe like Silver's team. In either case, the effects of the blacklight are pretty disturbin'! Interestin' though, fer sure." She scratched her cheeks in thought. "We may not have much choice about what we do or don't fight. What're ya used to from yer own world?"

Luz shrugged again. Lotta shrugging going on. "That's assumin' we can trust the psychics. Which, t'be fair, we probably can. Yer right about Giovanni though. Fella's crazy powerful, although he seems to prefer telekinesis to mind magic." Luz kicked idly at a brick fragment. "The power level is...