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Brisa let out a short, humourless laugh of relief. "I sore needed t'hear that. Okay. Good." What next, then? "Alright. D'you have any insight into Giovanni's plans given what we know now? It feels like we're collectin' tiny pieces of a shattered whole picture. He's usin' radiance, shadows...

Brisa nodded, and approached to sit by the bed. She was so tired. "Glad t'hear Owen is fillin' you in. Wasn't sure how caught up you'd be, given yer condition an' all." She took her time with her words. No need to rush. She'd already spent so much of the day's time and there was only so much...

Brisa huffed. "Howdy, Diyem. Don't you worry, I ain't here to coddle ya. If you have the strength fer it, I figured we'd discuss the situation as it stands." She'd heard that Diyem had soundly rejected affection and consideration, and she intended to abide by those requests. What mattered now...

Brisa hardly stopped moving, going from location to location attending to everything she could think of. She sent Luz off to boost morale with the more fretful members of the posse, and occasionally exchanged a text or even minor telepathic exchanges. It was getting easier to open up. Slowly...

"Pays t'be prepared," shot back Luz with a toothy smile. "If I were makin' the call, I'd pack the lot fer this one."

Brisa and Luz watched the meeting proceed, exchanging thoughts in careful, halting telepathic exchanges. Every now and again, Brisa winced. Luz scratched notes into their notepad. Their tails lashed in matching bursts. "So, there's somethin' th'two of us were jus' thinkin'," said Brisa...

Luz put her hands astride her hips and beamed. "Why, th'pleasure was mine, partner! Be seein' ya round, then." She eyed Destiny Tower as she strolled past the charmander-shade. "Say, Burhalla. Y'might wanna get up there. Time's a-flowin'." She wasn't worried, though. The odds were always...

Luz looked up at Joule. Her fanged smile didn't fade in the slightest. "I'm not too worried about our sire. The posse always outdoes theirselves come time for a showdown. If'n yer worries concern facin' Joule, I suggest you get workin' on some form of solution to our predicament, though. I'm...

Brisa sighed into the hug, and let a little of her tension go. "Keep forgettin' yer prodigious age," she muttered. "Anyhow, uh . . . I guess I always figured I'd grow up t'be fearsome. Dreamed of puttin' myself between folks and the harm that'd come to 'em. I just..." "I dunno. Like I...

Brisa listened closely, shadow humming just at the threshold to examine the kind of feelings they were discussing. (It'd been easier to keep her gains in corruption in check since Luz started helping her train.) Her tail traced her patterns of memorisation, holding each point Owen made in her...

Luz raised a brow. "Well I hope I'm makin' a fantastic first impression fer the ultra shade community at large, such as it is," she quipped. She gestured vaguely with a paw. "You'd do well to socialise a bit, t'be honest. I never much minded bein' what an' who I am, but the folks'at did, they...

"Then that's good enough fer me. Pleasure t'meetcha, Ultra Shade Burhalla." Luz scratched her chin thoughtfully. "Although, I'm curious. What d'you make of those folks as ain't based on a specific person their host has memories of? I mean there's Puddle, there's Cal . . . there's even...

"It's what I reckon is true," drawled Luz, smirking. This one really was a brooder! "Say, you sure are a philosophical one, ain'tcha? I'm willin' to bet the flesh 'n' blood Burhalla would be ponderin' th'same sorta questions if he were here in yer place. Is there anythin' you've done in mind...

Luz folded her arms in a show of confidence. "Easy. Yer a shade what got the memories, character and cares of some fella called Burhalla. And that gives you as much right as him to go by that name and think of yerself as him. Y'ain't him, but yer th'same as him." She shrugged. "And ya could...

Luz beamed. Oh, yes, an excellent start! She offered a massive paw to shake. "Y'think you're Burhalla, huh? Well, partner, that either means y'got unclear memories, which don't seem likely, or y'got a crisis of identity, which sounds exactly like th'sorta thing a Team Spectrum familiar would...

Luz didn't recognise this charmander-shade... Definitely not Cal, though. Fantastic, another familiar she hadn't met! "Howdy, there!" she called. "I'm Zeraora Luz. I don't believe I've had the pleasure?" The fella looked as if he was going through some deep brooding. So long as he answered...

Brisa gave her best effort at sitting calmly, and the shadows faded further. "I had so much trouble when I first used radiance and shadow, but since then I haven't had to fight so hard to keep my head in a scuffle. It ain't really about that any more. It's more like . . . the stuff that goes on...

Like her whole body was on fire. Like her mind was falling, falling, falling into a black heat. Like she had no choice. "I'm fine." She let herself lean on her friend a little. It didn't seem right to, but . . . he'd approached for the purpose. A number of things had seemed important to Brisa...

Brisa had honed some defensive techniques back home on the trail, but her time on Cibus and her synergy with the team had led her to be damn near nothing but offensive power. She could take some hits, but this? This was an opportunity to eat dirt. She met the fire with wild laughter, knowing...

Brisa's shadows screamed at her to take the hit. "Are ya sure?" she asked. "Seems like the sorta thing we oughta test. Could be a sight to see." How bad would it hurt to get hit by that many Fire Blasts? Pretty bad, right? But she could take it. She could take it.