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Brisa's ears perked. "Trap technique? That some kinda defensive measure? Y'gonna spring a trap on me when I attack ya next?" Find out, the shadows urged. Rush in and let him test it out. If he can't handle using the ability, best to know now. She shook her mane free of the darkness a little...

"Sure feels better'n when I was usin' shadows before," said Brisa, her voice betraying her exhaustion. "The feelings that come with it make sense. They feel . . . true, and bearable." She prowled over to Owen, and paced herself, allowing the shadows to dissipate a little. "Whatever this move...

"It feels like it's makin' all of me work harder," she said with a grunt of exertion as she contained the power in her muscles, and felt the prickling at her eyes. "It's like I can see the best possible way to land a hit, and pull up the power to do it." The shadows licked at Brisa's mind and...

"Sure thing," said Brisa, with a grin. There was something fuelling the shadow, something at once wholly new and yet totally familiar. She dug a little deeper for the feeling... What did it mean that she had a duty? It meant that no matter what, she needed to keep going, try harder, do better...

Brisa cocked her head. "Y'know, I was only fixin' to get trainin' in fer the sake of routine and groundin' myself, but now that y'mention it, there sure is somethin' different about my shadows since Diyem got free." She tensed her claws, reminded herself of her own miseries, that she was...

With her brief respite in the study over, but her mind still going a million miles a minute, Brisa needed something productive to do that wouldn't push her further out of sorts. She needed to ground herself with something easy before she had a hope of reassuring others or making hard choices...

Brisa did care about her whole team. That wasn't exactly what she'd meant, though. But . . . it didn't seem like a priority to resolve her heartache when they had mere days to prepare for a fight with Joule, if they could even survive the incoming attack... She nodded to her companions. "Thank...

"Guess we'll find out pretty soon," said Jesse, wondering why shopping would be a priority for anyone besides Lillie, with her outfit predicament. "We'll be spendin' our first night in this world soon enough. Gettin' some rest will help us all, I'm right sure. Hope t'see you in better spirits...

Jesse took more whiskey from his flask to wash down the last of his muffin. What he really wanted were some decent poached eggs. Too bad. You couldn't always have what you fucking wanted, and that was the way of it. No point griping when you could take action. "You take a minute to get yer...

Jesse curled his lip back for a moment, then let it go with a sigh. "Maybe yer cosmog came t'this world too. Maybe there's a power here that can get y'home, like the power that got me to mine. Maybe y'don't find either of those but ya keep yer shit t'gether and try to make this world better...

Brisa hissed through her teeth. "Yeah, okay, I dunno why I even tried to anonymise the question. Yeah, this is about Astrid." The name hung in the air, daring Brisa to say other honest things. "I . . . really care about her. An' the posse needs her, of course. Perhaps I can get her t'see...

Brisa raised a brow. "If keepin' folks in line ain't a leadership responsibility, I don't know what is. Ya seem perfectly indispensable t'me." She blew out a breath and put her tail-tuft the the floor to trace patterns. What was she really asking about, if not anything that occurred to Maple to...

Nothing better. Brisa accepted the answer. It was enough, though it did strange things to the space behind her ribs. "We'll get him back," she said. "I promise. I consider it my duty." Her tail twitched uneasily. She'd been meaning to learn something of duty from Blade since the incident that...

Brisa grinned. "Ah. He's somethin' of a perfectionist, then? ...I think we can use that." She tried to read the expression in Maple's eyes as the Voice talked about her lover and touched his doppelganger with affection. Even when Maple spoke critically of Joule, her depth of feeling for him was...

Brisa scratched her cheek fur and frowned. "You talkin' about radiant corruption, gettin' dirt on his armour, or somethin' else? 'Cause I ain't safely assumin' anythin'."

Jesse shrugged. The anger was leaving him pretty much instantly; this was just a scared kid, she didn't know what he'd done. "We'll find a way t'fix it. ...You're thinkin' about this all wrong, Lillie. It ain't about whether yer achievements or capabilities are up t'scratch, what matters is...

Jesse couldn't care less what Lillie was or wasn't thinking. Whatever she felt so shit about, there was no fucking way it would register to him. At least not right now. He rubbed his temple to ease the migraine. "I'm hearin' yer thoughts. There's a difference. Anyway, kid, listen... Don't...

Jesse flinched as if he'd been slapped. "I volunteered fer the life I've lived," he growled. "I'm responsible fer bein' this way. I ain't a victim." It was his own fault. Every time he'd been hurt, or felt like shit, or let someone down, it had been because of that decision. A decision he's...

Jesse gave a nod of thanks and tucked in. {Have a lil' conviction, kid,} he sent, casually. {I know y'had a good reason. Victory don't come so easy to those as give up on theirselves this quick, y'hear?}

Brisa sighed, and accepted the state of ignorance once again descending on her. It had become far too familiar a feeling. "Fine, then. I also wanted to ask if y'knew of any weaknesses or strategies we could use, if we gotta fight Joule. I'd understand if'n y'hadn't shared everythin' to date...