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[Zest > Team Spectrum]: im gettin kate back to the guildhouse shes gonna spend the night at my place [Brisket > Team Spectrum]: Luz, you ought to have checked with me first. Is Kate well? I trust you have been responsible with her. Also, does this really need to be in the group conversation...

"Aw hell," said Brisa. "This blacklight corruption deal just gets worse by the fuckin' minute, don't it?"

"I've no goddamn clue. The fella has a number of powers no ordinary pokémon could hope to achieve. But you're right about a possible imposter, that could just as easily have been an illusion or a shapeshifter." Brisa groaned under her breath at the arrival of confused, angry, powerful pokémon...

Brisa pursued the fleeing charizard with Kate for a hot minute, then skidded to a halt as the bastard vanished. "Well that's that," she said, spitting on the ground. "There's not much to be said fer conventional mobility in the face of fuckin' teleportation. Goddamnit." She loped closer to the...

"Yeah. Fer sure!" Damn, she must be bone-tired if two double whiskeys and an embarrassing but easily-salvaged misunderstanding was all it took to get her face hot. It was hard to care when she was beyond excited at the prospect—finally!—of duelling with Starr. Now that sounded like the time of...

Brisa's ears burned a little at Starr's words. Why'd she have to do that? Treating this like no big deal, even though it meant something to Brisa. "W-well, great! I'm glad t'hear it!" She huffed the embarrassment away and reminded herself that this was good, that Starr had agreed to it, that...

No! No, that wasn't– "Y'ain't botherin' me!" she shot back. "Y'got the wrong idea, partner!" Brisa tugged on Starr's paw, tried to meet her eye. "I wanna fight you as a friend," she said. "Battlin' is how I understand folks, how I get t'feel close to 'em. You're the most fantastic goddamn...

"I know– hey, I know that," stammered Brisa. Her tail thrashed with the urge to defend herself, but her friend wasn't putting her down, she was smiling at her and telling her she cared, in her own odd way. Starr wasn't placing expectations on her, but relieving her of them. Wind and weather...

It was turning out to be one hell of a fucking day. Brisa had returned home last night to find a stranger in her dorm—albeit one Luz had texted her to expect—and woken late with a mild hangover. (Not half as bad as poor Kate's hangover, mind.) Then she'd spend half the day sorting out the...

"Apparently he might remember changin' his mind, accordin' to Buffet..." Wait. 'Always gotta be the one to fix things'? "Hold up a second. Whaddaya mean by that, partner? I– I'm just one gal, I can't fix everythin'. I dunno what yer talkin' about." Brisa blinked in confusion and went to her...

Brisa looked up with a quiet chuckle. "I thought of askin' you to come, but I couldn't stand the thought of him diggin' around in yer head. Dave's a dark type, so I thought he'd be clear, but he actually let Jesse do it. Out of, I dunno, stubbornness or somethin'." She tutted, shook her head...

She blew out a breath in a voiceless whistle. Jesse and Dave. How to talk about that? "As fer my pa... I guess I asked Dave to come, and he said yes, and Buffet said that was fine. I thought... I thought he'd have my back. Give Jesse shit if he tried browbeatin' me. In the end, he couldn't wait...

Brisa let Starr grip her paw as long as she wanted; there was nothing that could make Brisa snatch her paw back now. She smiled drily. "I just wanna say... as much as everythin' feels like it's goin' to shit sometimes, and how tired I am, and how fuckin' bad I feel about Sword... when I look at...

Brisa shook her head. "Nah. We've been fightin' pokémon as powerful as that body he's in, but we ain't been fightin' him. And we ain't ever fought him at full strength, neither. Just think about that, willya? Every time we've faced Giovanni, we've been taken by surprise while already exhausted...

Brisa knocked back the rest of her drink and signalled the bartender for the same again. Now... What was this really about? "Okay. So, what, you're frustrated 'cause you've wanted to dust that bastard since before he even turned up, but you ain't been pullin' the weight y'think you oughta be?"...

"I reckon I follow yer meanin'." Brisa hid her dry smirk of disagreement behind her drink. This wasn't the first time Starr had insisted she was no hero, and doubtless it wouldn't be the last, but Brisa had seen the way Starr looked out for her teammates, the way she burned herself up with the...

Brisa tapped a claw thoughtfully on the table as she took another sip. She knew by now that even when everything Starr said sounded wrong, there was sense there somehow. Starr didn't make decisions in the interest of self preservation. So when she said 'it was safest'... "You're still...

Brisa remembered. It was hard to forget. But Brisa knew Starr wasn't a monster, no matter how much the torracat seemed to believe it. "Sounds like you chose to protect yer friends even though you'd be cast out fer it if you were found out," said Brisa, carefully. "And they believed in you...

Brisa weathered the sharp response. She couldn't exactly blame Starr for being terse; her memories must be truly painful. "There's no way that prick let you walk out on him just like that," she replied, after a moment's consideration. "Not with the way he treats other livin' beings as his...

Brisa gave a little chuckle of her own. "Yeah, imagine it. You 'n' me, dustin' that smug bastard together." It sounded like a real thrill. There was almost nothing she wanted more, in fact. She held Starr's gaze evenly. Her friend was putting a kind of trust in her she only hoped she deserved...